Discovering Amy: Part 2
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05/30/24 • -1 min
Amy cleans up, then has a few minutes of alone time.
In 4 parts, by Djmac1031- listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
.Looking around, the coast was clear, and she made a beeline up the stairs and towards the bathroom. In the hallway, she almost plowed into her best friend Cindy, who had just exited the bathroom.
“Hey, there you are,” said Cindy. “I was looking for you earlier. Where were you?”
Amy panicked for a moment but quickly collected herself, and managed a calm, casual reply. “Oh just went for a walk, needed some quiet time to reflect, be with God, ya know?” Amy then made a move to get around Cindy, trying to reach the bathroom before Cindy noticed anything suspicious.
But it was too late. “You look...flushed. Nervous. You okay? Something wrong?” Cindy asked.
“No nothing,” Amy spat out too quickly. “Just...just really gotta pee.” She tried again for the bathroom.
Cindy caught her up again. “Something is up, I can tell. Come on, dish!” she pleaded.
“I’ll...I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” Amy stammered.
“You better, bestie,” Cindy called after her as Amy finally made it to the bathroom and slammed the door.
“Whew, finally,” Amy whispered to herself. She double checked to make sure she locked the door, then turned to examine herself in the mirror.
Her face broke into a huge grin. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she thought, recalling the recent time she’d just spent alone in the woods with Tommy.
Her good Christian upbringing told her she should be feeling guilt and shame, like a wanton little slut that men would never respect, let alone marry.
But she didn’t really believe any of that. Instead, all she felt was the joy and excitement of a young woman discovering both love and the pleasures of the flesh at the same time.
She composed herself quickly; can’t dwell on that just yet. Things to do first.
She examined her bathing suit in the mirror. Despite her best efforts, she could still see the dried remains of Tommy’s...sperm? Semen? She knew there was a difference but couldn’t remember what. It had dried to dark patches on her light blue suit.
“I’ll have to change it,” she thought. “I’ll tell mom I spilled something on it.” She quickly stripped off her suit and as she did so, noticed another stain. This one in the crotch.
“Wow, girl, you really got yourself excited, didn’t you?” she thought. The gusset of her suit was damp and sticky, and as she held it up closer to examine it, she caught a strong whiff of the scent of her vagina that not even the pool chlorine could drown out.
It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. She’d smelled it before of course, during her relatively recent discovery and explorations of the pleasures of self pleasure. She found herself wondering if Tommy would enjoy her scent.
Masturbation was a “sin” her parents would condemn, no doubt, but she’d felt no shame in touching herself, in discovering how her body reacted to the exploration of her fingers over her most intimate parts.
Almost absent mindedly, Amy ran her hand over the fine blonde pubic hair covering her mound. Slipping downwards between her legs, she discovered the slick warm wetness that still lingered there. She felt the pulsing and throbbing of the little bump at the top that she knew would give her incredible pleasure if she just...
“Not now, dammit,” she swore to herself. “Get this done, quick.”
She stooped, still naked, and quickly washed out her suit along with the towel she’d used to wipe herself down earlier, making sure to get all of Tommy’s sticky stuff off of both.
Looking down, she noticed a faded drop of...cum, she decided to call it, a word she’d heard before somewhere...dried now but still visible on her left breast.
She touched it, tentatively, then smelled her finger. On a sudden whim, she tasted it.
The taste was faint, but tangy and salty. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to taste it fresh, and her vagina throbbed at the thought.
“Not now!” she thought again, and quickly jumped in the shower, soaping and rinsing her whole body as quickly as possible. Her private parts begged her to linger over washing them. She ignored it.
Finished bathing, Amy grabbed...
Amy cleans up, then has a few minutes of alone time.
In 4 parts, by Djmac1031- listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
.Looking around, the coast was clear, and she made a beeline up the stairs and towards the bathroom. In the hallway, she almost plowed into her best friend Cindy, who had just exited the bathroom.
“Hey, there you are,” said Cindy. “I was looking for you earlier. Where were you?”
Amy panicked for a moment but quickly collected herself, and managed a calm, casual reply. “Oh just went for a walk, needed some quiet time to reflect, be with God, ya know?” Amy then made a move to get around Cindy, trying to reach the bathroom before Cindy noticed anything suspicious.
But it was too late. “You look...flushed. Nervous. You okay? Something wrong?” Cindy asked.
“No nothing,” Amy spat out too quickly. “Just...just really gotta pee.” She tried again for the bathroom.
Cindy caught her up again. “Something is up, I can tell. Come on, dish!” she pleaded.
“I’ll...I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” Amy stammered.
“You better, bestie,” Cindy called after her as Amy finally made it to the bathroom and slammed the door.
“Whew, finally,” Amy whispered to herself. She double checked to make sure she locked the door, then turned to examine herself in the mirror.
Her face broke into a huge grin. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she thought, recalling the recent time she’d just spent alone in the woods with Tommy.
Her good Christian upbringing told her she should be feeling guilt and shame, like a wanton little slut that men would never respect, let alone marry.
But she didn’t really believe any of that. Instead, all she felt was the joy and excitement of a young woman discovering both love and the pleasures of the flesh at the same time.
She composed herself quickly; can’t dwell on that just yet. Things to do first.
She examined her bathing suit in the mirror. Despite her best efforts, she could still see the dried remains of Tommy’s...sperm? Semen? She knew there was a difference but couldn’t remember what. It had dried to dark patches on her light blue suit.
“I’ll have to change it,” she thought. “I’ll tell mom I spilled something on it.” She quickly stripped off her suit and as she did so, noticed another stain. This one in the crotch.
“Wow, girl, you really got yourself excited, didn’t you?” she thought. The gusset of her suit was damp and sticky, and as she held it up closer to examine it, she caught a strong whiff of the scent of her vagina that not even the pool chlorine could drown out.
It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. She’d smelled it before of course, during her relatively recent discovery and explorations of the pleasures of self pleasure. She found herself wondering if Tommy would enjoy her scent.
Masturbation was a “sin” her parents would condemn, no doubt, but she’d felt no shame in touching herself, in discovering how her body reacted to the exploration of her fingers over her most intimate parts.
Almost absent mindedly, Amy ran her hand over the fine blonde pubic hair covering her mound. Slipping downwards between her legs, she discovered the slick warm wetness that still lingered there. She felt the pulsing and throbbing of the little bump at the top that she knew would give her incredible pleasure if she just...
“Not now, dammit,” she swore to herself. “Get this done, quick.”
She stooped, still naked, and quickly washed out her suit along with the towel she’d used to wipe herself down earlier, making sure to get all of Tommy’s sticky stuff off of both.
Looking down, she noticed a faded drop of...cum, she decided to call it, a word she’d heard before somewhere...dried now but still visible on her left breast.
She touched it, tentatively, then smelled her finger. On a sudden whim, she tasted it.
The taste was faint, but tangy and salty. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to taste it fresh, and her vagina throbbed at the thought.
“Not now!” she thought again, and quickly jumped in the shower, soaping and rinsing her whole body as quickly as possible. Her private parts begged her to linger over washing them. She ignored it.
Finished bathing, Amy grabbed...
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Happy Birthday To, Me!
Lindsey, however had many plans for my big day
Happy Birthday To, Me? based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected PodcastBy Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
I was not looking forward to my birthday this year, I was hitting 25, and there wasn’t much that I have done in the 1/4 of a century that has been my life. My girlfriend, Lindsey, however had many plans for my big day that I was unaware of. She told me I needed to be home no later than 6 o’clock the night of my birthday, so I figured it was a surprise party, little did I know how surprised I would actually be. I dreaded all of my friends cheering “surprise” in unison. Since I already “knew” about my party, I figured I would just go about my business and play along when everyone asked me what I was doing on my big day. “Not much, I think Lindsey has dinner or something planned.”
I watched everyone’s reactions, and nobody really seemed excited by it. The days went by, getting closer to the party, the anticipation of telling everyone they had me fooled, even though I wasn’t. The day of my birthday I went to work like any other day, I received a call from friends and family, all wishing me the best birthday, and I resisted the urge to reply, “I’ll see you later.”
When the end of the day came, I was finishing up some last minute work and was about to head out the door when the phone rang in my office. I’ll just grab this last call and then I’ll head home for my party. “Hey baby, are you getting ready to come home?” “I’m on my way out the door, see you when I get home baby, Love you!’ I was pulling up to the house, noticing the lack of vehicles parked down the road, she must have had them park around back or something, I thought. I pulled in expecting to fake my surprise so I didn’t upset Lindsey. My key went into the lock, the house was dark, some music playing in the kitchen at the other end of the house. I kept waiting for the lights to snap on, but it never happened, I approached the only light on in the house, expecting anything, but nothing happened. I made it all the way through the house with nothing happened, and that is when I walked through the kitchen doorway, Lindsey was there just about naked on top of the center island. She smiled at me and said, “surprise baby!” She wore only a thong and she had her fingers in what looked to be homemade icing. I didn’t know what to say, I was stunned by what awaited me. She moved her hair off her shoulders and pulled her frosted finger to her lips, looking up at me with a big “Umm.”
I dropped my briefcase and went over to her and kissed her hard. I could taste the frosting in her mouth and on her lips, it did taste really good, but I wanted more and she knew it. After we broke from our kiss, she told me to loosen up and get rid of some clothes. I reached for my tie and she reached for the icing, she dipped her fingers in and smeared the frosting on her bare chest, she paid particularly close attention to her nipples which were already hard and eager to be kissed. She pinched her nipples as the frosting oozed around them. My tie was off and so was my shirt, I leaned over and took a nipple inside of my mouth, “Ummm,” was her response as I swirled my tongue around her nipple, cleaning every cool drop off of her before moving on to the other nipple. I figured she had been waiting for a few minutes, and playing because her nipples were already stiff and excited.
She grabbed me by my hair on the back of my head and brought me up for another kiss. This kiss was very intense, very passionate, a kind of kiss you feel all through your body. I felt her fingers pinch my nipples and they were cold, I realized that she just iced me, I leaned back as she bent over and sucked the icing off of me, nibbling as she cleaned. She looked up at me and smiled, “Happy Birthday Baby!” I wanted her covered in frosting, just so I could lick every inch of her clean. She kissed my chest and reached for my belt. She loosened my pants and off they came with my underwear following closely. She reached for the frosting and made a trail down her neck, her breasts, both nipples and then to her belly button. Then she leaned her head back and I cleaned her off, inch by inch, my tongue travelled around her body trying to get the stickiness off of her. She moaned her approval with each new inch that I cleaned. When I was done, I kissed my way back up to her lips. I helped her lay down on the kitchen island, She shuddered when she felt the cold counter on her bare back, I took the bowl of frosting and dipped my fingers in and made my own trail all around her breasts, nipples, belly button and then started the trail to the top of her thong. I ...
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The Head of the Class
The Parent-Teacher Thing
based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected PodcastBy Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
I had to attend one of those Parent teacher nights at my sons school a couple of weeks ago. I never looked forward to these things, and this time was no exception. When my wife and I split, we shared the responsibility as far as parenting goes. She did the parent-teacher thing last time and now it was my turn. I kept running through the scenarios in my head, some old woman or some really strange guy teaching Jeffrey. I must say, as soon as the door opened and I saw Ms. Malone, I was stunned.
I could feel my heart start to pound deep within my chest, sweat rolled down my forehead. This woman stirred things so deep within me that I could barely move an inch. She looked up at me and smiled, “Welcome, I’m Ms. Malone.”
I finally fought the courage to move and shook her outstretched hand, “Please to meet you, I’m Jeffery’s Father.”
She let her delicate fingers, slowly slide from my hand, and I felt lost without them. Her smile, her eyes, her hands, everything about this woman was a joy to look. She graciously smiled as we talked about Jeffery, how well he’s doing, how she has no problems with him in class and so on, and then she made a comment that struck me right down to my loins. “I can see where Jeffery got his good looks from.”
I smiled from ear to ear and invited her out later tonight, which she accepted with a knowing grin. “I’ll be done around 8, pick me up then.”
I hated to leave, but I had a few things that I had to prepare for tonight. It seemed like the time stopped moving, the clock refused to move past 7 o’clock. Finally it was 7:45 according to the car stereo, I grabbed a bottle of Champagne, a few glasses and placed them in a brown bag and made my entrance. I walked into my sons classroom and I was disappointed, no lights were on, no one was around, had she forgotten?
Did she suddenly decide against our date? I placed the bag on her desk and turned to walk away, just then a flicker of light caught the corner of my eyes, a partially ajar door was in the corner of the room, beyond it a mysterious light. I had to investigate before I left, I slowly approached it, hesitantly pushing the door until I could see into the tiny room that I assume was her office. Once inside, I saw the candle that was the source of the flickering light sitting on the desk, she sat behind her desk reading a rather large book. She didn’t look up from her book, “I thought you were going to stand me up tonight, I’m glad your finally here.”
She stood up, grabbed my hand and we walked towards the classroom, I grabbed the bag, took out the glasses and started to pour. “Now you’re in trouble,” she joked, “no alcohol is allowed in the classroom.”
I handed her the glass and we slowly sipped, never removing our eyes from each other. As soon as she set her glass down, she grabbed me and gave me one of the best kisses I have ever experienced in my life, the kind that you can feel all over your body. I took her in my arms and kissed back, becoming more and more passionate, more and more suggestive. She never missed a moment of my kisses, my tongue seemed to intertwine with hers as if the two tongues were in some sweet seductive dance. Her hands were the first to start roaming and I felt her fingers slide into my shirt and tease the hair on my chest. The kisses seemed to just keep getting more and more intense, her hands traveled to my nipples and she gave each one a little squeeze, and a little tug.
My hands started to go down her back and softly slide around her soft well curved behind. She pushed me away and said in a stern voice, “you should not grope the teacher young man, do you want me to send you to the principal’s office?” I took my cue and followed her little game, “no ma’am.”
“Then I suggest you sit down and pay attention to everything we are doing now,” she said as she pointed to a chair in the front row. I did what I was told, I was not about to talk back to this teacher. The tiny chair was uncomfortable to sit in, I wondered how students can sit here for the whole day. I was transfixed on her every move, she took a swig of the champagne and proceeded to the front of her desk. She moved the papers off the front and sat down, revealing her very toned, trim legs. Her hands moved ...
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