1. The Wrong Number


    Date: 1/5/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Reluctance, Voyeurism, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    sorry I didn’t speak at first, but I lost my ability to speak the moment I saw you. My God, you’re a beautiful woman, Cal. Your husband or boyfriend is a lucky guy.” “Well thank you, Rick, if I had one or the other, I might let him know about the nicest compliment I’ve been paid recently that didn’t contain any vulgar references or wasn’t just a thinly veiled, unimaginative pick-up line from some jerk only interested in gettin’ into my drawers. But, you know as much as I hate all those ass-grabbing, redneck jerks and their vulgar come-ons, I’m gonna miss that job. I did really well in tips there.” I said, “So do you have any work options?” “Not really. I have to find something soon though; my savings are going to go fast.” I got out of my seat and walked with Cal around to the passenger door. She had to be 5 foot 9 or 10 in her sneakers as she was within 3 or 4 inches of my 6 foot 2 tall frame. I helped her in then went back and sat down in the driver’s seat. I pulled out to the entrance and said, “Which way do we go?” She said, “I don’t even care. You wouldn’t want to just go for a drive or hang out a while, would you? I really don’t feel like being home alone right now and you seem like a good listener.” “What are the chances you’d let me take you to my house where I could fix dinner for us so we could talk and get to know each other a little better?” “You’ve already shown yourself to be gallant, a gentleman and unlike so many guys who hit on me, you’re actually good ...
    looking and ‘height appropriate’ for me. There aren’t that many single guys who would be taller than me when I wear heels. You are single, right?” “Very single. No wives, girlfriends, fuck-buddies or clingy one night stands hanging around at all.” “Well then, I guess I’d feel safe going to your house. You’ll make sure I get home safe and sound whenever I decide it’s time to go, right?” I pulled out and headed toward home and said, “You let me know when you need to go home, and I’ll make sure you get there.” We talked along the short drive to my house and I opened the wrought iron gate securing my driveway with my remote. Looking at the huge 2-1/2 story house, Cal ’s eyes got big and she said, “Who all lives here?” I said, “Just me. I don’t even have any pets unless you count the occasional toad or lizard that finds its way into my pool cage.” “Ooh, you’ve got a pool?” “Yep, a hot tub too.” “I think misdialing my Dad’s number is going to end up being one of the most fortunate mistakes I’ve ever made.” I pulled up under a covered ‘turn-around’ where the car would be out of the sun, walked around to Cal ’s door, and opened it for her. She got out and we walked side by side up to the big double entry doors. A good friend of mine did custom tile work in expensive homes and the first thing visitors to my home saw as they entered was a huge 6 foot in diameter hand-laid marble ‘rosette’ on the floor in the foyer. Rather than a ‘kit’ or pre-set rosette, my friend Ken meticulously hand laid ...
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