Steamy-Stories

A scorching outdoor encounter in the dog days of summer.

by TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

You know the worst thing about the Midwest? August.

Sure, there are other things. But after three straight weeks of 98 degrees and 90% humidity you don’t really care that Kansas is a thing. You just want out – to escape the stifling grassland; preferably to a place where you don’t need to swim through the steam to reach the next air-conditioned oasis.

Where I work we need to maintain a minimum staffing level to fulfill our obligations. So vacation requests are handled on a first come first serve basis. First person to request time off gets first pick of available dates. Usually I get in early, guaranteeing myself at least one week that I want. But by the time I remembered to request this year, my only option for a summer break was the final week in August.

Monday and Tuesday were a bust. Too hot to leave the house. I tried Monday morning, heading out to my favorite brunch spot for an omelet. But after burning my hand on the gear shift lever at 10:00 am I decided to pack it in. The weather app promised cooler temperatures mid-to-late-week, so I set about crafting a plan to salvage what was left of my vacation.

There’s a state park a few hours north, on the edge of a popular college town. I’d hiked there several times before. It was quiet, with a decent elevation and full tree canopy, and a 15-foot waterfall at the crux of the two longest trails. Temps in the mid-eighties were still warmer than I preferred. But after months of being stuck in a warehouse 10 hours a day, a little time outside seemed...necessary.

I texted my friend Natalie, curious if she’d want to tag along. She was fun, outdoorsy, and never seemed too busy for an adventure. And sometimes, if we’d both had a few drinks, you might find her with her head in my lap, cock in her mouth and my fingers slowly circling her clit; agreeing this was a great way to spend an evening. But this time I struck out. I was on my own. I’d have to make the best of it.

Every hotel in town was booked for Friday night (damn college football weekend), so I reserved a room for Wednesday and Thursday and headed out after lunch. Two hours and three Interstates later I pulled into a parking lot already half-filled with cars. I intended to drop my bag in the room and lap the short trail before dinner. That plan screeched to halt the moment I shut off the car.

Cooler temperatures midweek my ass. It was 90 degrees at 4:15. The air saturated my clothes as I trudged across the pavement, and by the time I arrived at the check-in desk I knew I was done for the day. Cranking up the air in the room I decided to catch up on some streaming shows before heading across the parking lot to a local burger joint for a lite supper.

But soon the sun disappeared behind a fortress of darkened clouds. The wind whipped up and the rain poured down in sheets, lashing the windows and transforming the parking lot into a rippling black pond. I watched for a while, checking the weather report to find nothing about precipitation. If Thursday was anything like this....

Eventually the rain stopped, and I headed out for dinner. It was cooler now – high 70s or so, and the squall had dried the air enough for the wind to wick away the water instead of steaming me in a sauna. I picked a seat in the corner of the restaurant patio and settled in for a meal.

The dining room filled up quickly. Mostly locals – you could tell by the comfortable clothes and their rapport with the bartenders. But midway through my second beer, three young women rounded the corner from the waiting area, following the hostess to a four-top across the aisle from me beneath the center awning. And they were obviously based somewhere else.

Two of them looked similar, (sisters maybe? cousins?) with straight blonde hair and big broad smiles. They dressed like they’d come straight from the yacht club: white shorts, striped navy tees and deck shoes; one with a denim jacket, the other in a hat. The third was taller with rectangular glasses, buoyant, gently curled auburn hair, and a short powder blue A-line summer dress accentuating the tone and length of her legs.

She caught me looking as they stopped at their table. I turned away quickly, smiling to myself, disappointed, yet amused that I wasn’t as discrete as I used to be. I took a full swig of beer and set the mug gently on the coaster before glancing back toward their table. The brunette had switched places with her friends, taking the seat on the far side of the circle, just about facing me.

For a while I kept my eyes to myself. They ordered drinks and struck up a lively conversation. My burger...

Steamy College Dorm

A steamy and ravenous sexual undertaking is in store...

by CrystalThem. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Do you want me to walk you out?”

I stared blankly at Nathaniel, no good answer for his simple question coming to mind. I’d told him I had class, but I didn’t. I just was sick of speaking to him.

“Sure. Yea, sure.” I stood up to grab my backpack. Doesn’t he know there isn’t class on the weekend?

“Hey!” he stood on his tippy toes to grab my breasts. “Maybe we could.... do it before we go?”

“Uh....”

I’d rather die.

“No. No, I got class. I’m sorry!”

I felt bad. I looked down at his crestfallen face. His squeaky voice got even more annoying when he was upset. “But I drove all the way here..... I listened to your long boring story about your geology class..... ”

“Fine.” I said to shut him up.

We did the usual preparation. I locked my dorm door, shut the shades. We took off our clothes beforehand, just to speed things up. Although, taking too long was not really an issue. I sucked him off which really was something I was trying to avoid, having just brushed my teeth and all. He made some guttural remarks about how my cooch was so tight, fuck me, etc. All according to script. Then, he tried to flip me around, but I did it beforehand, I knew where he was going. That’s all he wants to do these days, as if I were some curvy horse or something.

“Ah Yes!” he said dramatically, falling almost off the bed. He laid there for a moment half on the ground, panting as if something noteworthy had occurred. Then, he had the audacity to say “I know you don’t usually like to put out, but I think that was the best we’ve ever done! We should go. Do you think you’re gonna be late to class?”

“I’m not worried about it.” I replied, for a variety of reasons.

I like Nathaniel, I really do. We’ve been dating for almost six years now, since middle school. We were the town’s favorite couple. He was big into band and music, and I was more into sports and fitness. We were an unlikely pairing, especially given the fact that he was a head shorter than I was. But he was my sweet lil guy. I wasn’t worried about us growing apart when I went off to college, and he stayed in our hometown to work at Stop and Shop. I figured we’d get through it, and then I could just forget all about boys when I came to college and focus on my studies.

But when you leave your little town for a huge university, they don’t tell you what you’re getting into. These aren’t boys here... they’re men. I feel so small and shy around them, in a way that scares me a bit... but also intrigues me. I just kind of wanted one of them to like, pick me up and put me in their hands, and score a touchdown with me, you know? I had a dream like that. It was one of my favorites.

“Hello?? Earth to April.”

Nathaniel waved his tiny hands in front of me. I’d been zoning out again.

“Yea?”

“Jeez April, you’re so air headed sometimes.” He snarked. “I was telling you that my mom isn’t here yet to pick me up. She’ll be here at 3.”

“Great.”

Nathaniel proceeded to go on about the complex social dynamics of the work staff at Stop and Shop, and how nobody seems to know how to do their job but him. I knew the correct responses to these stories, because he’d been talking about it for years.

Believe it or not, I used to really like these stories. He was a pretty good storyteller. Although, as time went on, especially in the first few months of being in school.... I’d find myself on the phone, still listening to this same story about some story in my hometown, when I had about a million cool things to tell him about college. He told me though, that talking about college makes him upset he didn’t get in anywhere, so I never really got to do more than tell him how right he was about how lazy his coworkers were.

“Hey!! April!” said the most melodic voice I’d ever heard. Whoops, back to reality.

A Soccer friend named Alec came into the room and jogged over to me smiling, passing a large soccer ball between his legs. He was wearing his practice uniform that I like so much, the light ones that make his skin look so tan and his hair so blonde. He towered above us both.

I immediately tensed up. No, he shouldn’t be here. Or... we shouldn’t be here. I felt a primal urge to run away as he came up to me, possibly because he was featured in that touchdown dream. It didn’t feel right that Alec and Nathaniel could exist in the same universe.

He gave me a huge hug, whi...

by luststruck96. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.

Cupid discovers Psyche’s beauty.

Psyche wore a black peasant dress that fell just above her knees and threw on a black cloak to hide her face to conceal her identity.

As she expertly climbed the castle walls to leave, she made sure to keep quiet as to not awaken any of the guards. If they were to find her escaping, she would be chained to her room. The king had forbidden his three daughters from leaving the confines of the kingdom as an attempt to keep their beauty pure. The three sisters who had previously been able to roam the kingdom were now kept in the dark with the exception of making marriage alliances.

Her eldest sister had been married off and her other sister’s marriage had already been fixed, but as the youngest Psyche’s hand was the next to be given away. Her beauty was known across the kingdoms and the talk of who would get to wed the rare beauty was growing despite the kingdom’s people not having seen her in recent years.

Psyche was stubborn and curious for a princess which led her to leaving the castle in order to roam the markets at night. It was her only salvage from the lack of liberation in her life.

As Psyche walked along the market with her head down, she witnessed the empty streets and the very few people who were left, closing their shops or attending their last customers.

Her hand went to trace an apple that sat on the stand. It stood out from the other dull apples that were marked with spots that indicated their decay. The apple was a bright red with a shiny surface that seemed natural. As she admired the apple, a hand clasped her tiny one. “You touch the apple, you buy it,” she heard the man speak.

She resisted from looking at the man in order to continue to conceal her face as his hand still held hers. “I apologize kind sir, but I haven’t got money with me at the moment, but I promise to bring you your money tomorrow.”

As he let go of her hand, she could hear the man’s footsteps approach her as he walked around the stand to stand in front of her. Her held her hand in a firmer grasp this time, slightly pulling her forward. “What guarantee do I have for that?” Before she could speak, his other arm circled her tiny waist and pulled her against him. “Maybe if I take something of yours, your debt will be paid.”

He moved his hand to untie the cloak that masked her identity. Despite her attempt to move his hand, he had succeeded in removing her cloak, leaving her in her black dress with her face exposed.

“Princess,” he whispered in excitement. I moved my eyes up as I glared at him, challenging him further. “You’ve definitely blossomed over the years,” he said as his gaze dropped over her bosoms. He began to trace a hand down her bare arm as he held tightly onto her upper arm. He held her tightly against him as she whimpered in fear, cowering back as his hand moved to squeeze her rear. She pushed harder after that, but nothing seemed to dislodge him.

As he leaned forward to kiss her, someone had pushed him off of her. She looked towards the older gentleman and bowed in gratitude. He simply nodded before chasing the man away.

An older woman approached my side. “Are you Princess Psyche?” I nodded. “You’ve grown to be so beautiful. I don’t even think the Gods have such beauty in heaven.” I blushed at her words.

News of the encounter had spread across the kingdom, which led to the king being pressured into showing the princesses to the kingdom once again. Despite the inhumanly beauty of all three of his daughters, Psyche’s beauty received the most praise.

At one point, everyone had begun to pray to Psyche and suffocated her with offerings of all sorts, abandoning their previous ways of bowing to Goddess Venus. The majority of people looked at Psyche with admiration, the younger men looked at her with lust, and the younger women looked at with her with jealousy, including her sisters.

When news of Psyche’s admiration reached the heavens, Venus had been furious. She had called her son Cupid in order to find a stop to the disrespect that had bestowed her.

“Cupid, my loving son, you wish you mother happiness, don’t you?” Cupid nodded. “Have you heard of a princess named Psyche?”

“I haven’t, mother. I have been busy with my training lately. Has another war begun on Earth?” Cupid’s training had been watched over by Zeus himself, and over the last few weeks, his muscled body had grown to be even more impressive. H...

The housewife allowed me to wear a slutty lingerie while working, even if her husband saw me and fucked me. It happened.

By Dina Petro - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

A house cleaning service for a few hours was requested from the freelance contractor’s service office, They called me and I said I would be there on time. I reached the given address, rang the doorbell, the door was opened for me by a good-looking middle-aged house wife, “Good evening Mrs. James, I am Julie, your cleaning lady” I said.

Mrs. James smiled, asked me to come in saying, “Please call me Tammy”.

Mrs. James briefed me on what was supposed to be done and I went to work right away, about half an hour later, Tammy walked to me saying, “Julie, I hope you don’t mind me leaving you alone and on your own, I am sure you already know what to do, and you seem good at it as well, I have some important matter to handle for a couple of hours”

I smiled saying, “Of course Tammy, go right ahead, but I have a request please?”

She said, “by all means, say it Julie”

I said, “since I will be all alone in the house, can I wear something more comfortable for me to work in, maybe it is not suitable for my job, but it feels very comfortable and makes me feel free”

She giggled saying, “of course darling, you are free to wear whatever makes you comfortable, even if you wanted to work naked”

We both laughed, I said, “not to that extent, but it is very close to that anyway”

She pointed at a close by bedroom saying, “OK go ahead, get changed while I get ready as well, let me see that outfit, you are making me anxious”

I took my bag with me, got in the room, put on my outfit which was a simple black lacy, totally see-through stretch lace bra, most of my big sized tits were showing, there were a pair of what we may call panties, thongs, made of the same material, totally transparent showing almost all of my assets.

When I walked out, Tammy was already out waiting for me, she looked at me totally shocked, smiling while checking my body out top to toe thoroughly, she giggled saying, “Hey woman, that looks so hot on you, I almost feel turned on being a woman, what if a man sees you like that?”

I giggled saying, thanks, so sweet of you to say so, does it really look hot, I know it is a slutty outfit, but it makes me feel totally free while working, almost naked like we said”

She said, “I like it, yes of course it looks so hot on you, but make sure that door is locked, you don’t want any commers to see you like that, the only person who has the ability to unlock that door is my husband, who is not due till so many hours, but...”

I said, “But what?”

She smiled saying, “he has the habit of showing up without prior notice, but that happens only 5-10% of the time, and if he walks in and sees you like that, you will get fucked even if you had an army to protect you Julie”

I almost screamed, “What? Let me change back into my clothes then”

She giggled saying, “No honey, you got me wrong, I have no problem with you staying like that even if he came, as long as you don’t hold me responsible to what happens to you?”

Then she continued saying, “I mean you have nothing to worry about even if you stayed like that, he will not force you into anything, when he comes home unannounced, it is because he is so horny with a stiff cock, and he is big Julie, he would pull my hand walks me to the room, strips me naked and fucks me like there is no tomorrow”

I said, “but you are his wife, he has the right to do it to you, why would he do it to me, I can’t cheat on you behind your back and in your own house no matter what he says to me”

Tammy walked closer to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a little pick on the cheek whispering, “Honey, do not worry about cheating on me, I am ok with it, honest, if he likes you, he would give you no chance to refuse anyway”

Tammy gave me a little playful tab on my ass smiling and saying, “honey, I am out, have fun whatever it is” and she rushed outside the door.

Damn it, Tammy had left me with lots of thoughts on my mind, but none of them is to change back into my other outfit, I mean, I am a slut who loves sex, she said he was sex loving man, and he is big too, besides her saying she didn’t mind if her husband fucked me, so the final decision was to go on working in my sexy, slutty outfit and I was willing to take the risk, or should I say, I was hoping it would happen anyway.

Less than half an hour later, my heart beats were racing much faster when I heard the door click and the door knob twisted...

A first experience of tantric eroticism.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Time had moved on since Rob’s super erotic encounter with July, he even remembered her name. The memory of hearing the two people next door having sex, just the other side of the flimsy partition, had stayed with him as well as the lingering picture of July straddling him, her naked bum sliding up and down on his thighs as she held his cock hard against her naval and rubbed her clit on his shaft. His orgasm had been explosive but he had, so far, been unable to repeat the eroticism of listening to two people actually having sex.

However, he knew what he liked and the birth of the internet had reduced all that tedious searching through the small ads. Through his many encounters with commercial ‘satisfaction’ he had come to the conclusion that a quick bang was really bad value. Prostitutes seldom seemed to care about client satisfaction, with the exception of Jocelyn, but she was something else and, sadly now, somewhere else.

So the massage parlor was still his venue of choice. Unfortunately, as he discovered, the massages nowadays usually consisted of a quick, not very expert, shoulder rub followed by either a very quick blow job or an even quicker shag. Not particularly satisfying.

His new home was in an unexplored area so he dived into the internet to check out the possibilities. After trolling through all the usual rubbish he thought he might click on the tag “Specials”, expecting it to be a bit weird or even kinky.

The sub heading Massage didn’t really excite him as all the other adds proclaimed ‘massage by expert hands’ and were simply a euphemism for sex.

However, on page two one ad caught his eye. Then another.

“Full body Tantric massage, no oral or full house available,” So, if there was no actual sex on offer she must be a proper masseuse. He scrolled down and saw several more with same sort of tag, “No oral or full house offered”.

He began to get quite interested and set about choosing who he might call. ‘Tantric’ was intriguing, and ‘full body massage’ was a must. He started scanning down through the pictures when one caused him to stop and take particular notice.

It was from a red head, wearing only a bright red silky nighty with very fine shoulder straps. She was kneeling on a bed, facing the camera with a big smile on her face and a glorious view down the valley between her generous breasts.

He started to read her script. “Try my Full Body Tantric Massage for the ultimate in relaxation. You’ve never had a massage until you have tried Tantra. No oral or full house on offer.”

Phew! That sounds plain enough! The photograph was clearly intimating that something short of the full house was definitely on the cards, and what magnificent breasts. He imagined his hands running over their fulsome curves. And Tantra? The only thing he knew about Tantra was that it was super slow and the old joke. Tantric sex is like waiting for a plumber, you stay in all night and nobody comes! Not exactly what he was looking for, he definitely wanted to come, but very slowly.

The next day, not too early, he picked up the courage to call her number. A slightly husky voice answered.

“Hi, it’s Sam.”

“I’ve just read your advert for a tantric massage and would like to make an appointment.”

“Have you had a tantric massage before? Sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Er, it’s Rob and no I haven’t.”

“OK, that’s fine. You know that there’s no full house or oral on offer, don’t you?”

“Yes certainly, in fact that’s why I chose you.”

“Great, that’s a good start. So, Rob, would you like to know more.”

“Please.”

“Well a tantric massage is all about eroticism but not actually about sex. We will both be naked from the start, no towels or clothes to get in the way of the sensual experience. There will be some body to body contact, particularly on your back and every inch of your body will be massaged and I guarantee you will leave totally relaxed from all the stresses of modern life.”

“Sounds perfect but what happens if I get a bit, you know, excited?”

“That will almost certainly happen. It nearly always does, in fact I’d be a little surprised if it doesn’t and I take care of that too. So are you still interested?”

“Yes very much so. When can you fit me in?”

“That depends. Do you want a half an hour or a one hour?”

“From what you’ve just said, I’m not sure I could last an hour.”

“I will make quite su...