erotic tales

I thought that you may be interested to hear what one of my hairdresser friends Judy got up to a few years back. I'll recount the story as she told me.

 

As much as I love being a hairdresser, meeting people all day long and having a chin wag, it can get a bit tiring on the legs and back.

 

I therefore sometimes lean against the chair, particularly while trimming taller customers. A few times I realised that instead of the chair, I was actually leaning my fanny against the male customers shoulder. I was initially surprised at myself, but realised that the blokes seemed happy with the arrangement, particularly because I usually gave them a good head massage too. I have a few favourite customers and try to make contact on each visit. A couple are quite obliging and leave their elbows aligned at the edge of the armrest, and I lean my thigh on them then move a few inches to the side, sliding their elbows across to the other thigh. I have managed to achieve a few tent-poles under the sheet! I usually wear tight blue jeans, but also have a pair of thin 3/4-length fashion pants. These are so tight that panty lines would show, so I ensure they don't by not wearing any those days.

 

There is one special customer, a nice guy in his late 40's, about 6 foot tall. He's moderately attractive, but his main appeal is his personality.  One day we were alone in the shop and I was about to give him my usual slide-by. Just before I could, he placed his right hand on his left elbow, meaning that I then slid across his hand. I got such a thrill that I slid half way back and let his fingers do their magic. Just then another customer came in, so we had to stop.

 

As he paid, I suggested that he should come back just before closing time the following week for a trim.

 

The expected day, instead of my tights I wore a short button-through skirt, and button-up blouse. When he arrived, I was just finishing a customer, who paid and left. I locked the front door, sat my customer in the chair hidden from the front by a screen, and went out the back where I removed my knickers and bra. I unbuttoned the skirt up to the level of my crutch and my blouse to below my breasts, although nothing was blatantly obvious.

 

I went through the pretence of cutting his already short hair, making sure that I bent forward so he could view my breasts either directly or in the mirrors. There's that tent-pole again!

 

Next I rubbed my covered fanny against the sheet over his shoulder, then slid the sheet aside and used his bare arm, reaching down to undo yet another button and use my tuft-of-fluff. He said how much he was enjoying it, and I said that I'd like to see, so stepped in front of him and removed his sandals and shorts. There was one of the most amazing erections I had ever seen. The man wasn't overly huge, but his dick stood thick and proud and he was twitching and pulsing it from side to side.

 

What could a girl do? I dropped to my knees in front of him, slid my self under the sheet he still had around his neck, and gently slid my tongue all around the head, particularly concentrating on the sensitive spot just underneath the rim. After a minute or so I took the whole head into my mouth, sliding my lips back and forth over the rim, then held the head inside while tickling under the head with my tongue. I finally slid his dick deep inside my mouth, then worked it vigorously in and out.

 

He had his knees apart and feet together while I was doing this, so I slid my juicy lips back and forth along his foot. My god, we both had a wonderful time.  I’ve met him in hotels a couple of times since, but they are other stories.

People flying from Melbourne to London understand that it really is half-way around the world.  Our recent trip entailed an 8 hour flight to Hong Kong, with an hour or so on the ground before getting back on for almost 13 hours flying to London.

 

We’d left Melbourne early afternoon, and spent the first leg of the flight watching movies and chatting with the guy in the seat next to me – we were in “cattle class” – 3 seats across at the side of the jumbo.  My husband Bill was on the aisle, me in the middle and Dave an Englishman at the window.  We had the last row before the exit row, so had a solid panel behind us.

 

The stop in Hong Kong was a welcome opportunity to stretch our legs, then we re-boarded, had a couple of drinks and a meal.  A couple of hours into the flight the lights were dimmed and we pulled our blankets up and tried to sleep.  Bill always struggles to sleep on planes, so took a sleeping pill to help out.

 

A few hours later I drowsily awoke and realised that I was snuggled into Dave’s shoulder.  Liking the feel of his muscular arm, I pretended to still be asleep and rolled my hand up onto his chest.  I realised that he was awake but I didn’t let on that I was too.  After about 5 minutes, I stirred and opened my eyes, but kept my head and hand in place.  I slowly “realised” I was leaning on Dave and lifted my head, keeping my hand on his muscular chest, looked him in the eye and apologised.  He said that it was his pleasure and that I was more than welcome to stay there if I wanted.

 

I glanced around at Bill, but his sleeping tablet had taken effect and he was snoring away.  I then straightened up, and noted the look of disappointment on Dave’s face.  At that stage he hadn’t realised that I was just lifting the arm-rest between us so that I had better access.

 

I pulled the blanket back up to my chin and leant back onto Dave’s shoulder, but this time dropped my hand into his lap.  I felt him move around as his cock grew in his pants and waited a little while before sliding my hand to rest against it.  Dave was enjoying this and moved slightly so my fingers were sitting over the top of his dick.  I gently moved my fingers to stimulate him.  Dave’s hand slid down onto my thigh through my jeans, but the seating didn’t let him get too far.  I opened my legs as he slid his hand firmly but gently in pleasant moves across my lips.

 

I decided that it would be fun to continue a bit further, so undid Dave’s belt and pants, sliding my hand into his undies – actually his cock was already over the top so there was no searching required.   I played for a while, checked that Bill was still asleep, then whispered to Dave that he take his pants down.  He lifted his bum and slid his pants and jocks down to his thighs.  I now had clear access, and appreciated having a nice thick handful of throbbing cock.  I just held it for a while, gently squeezing and slowly sliding my hand up and down.  After a while I licked my fingers then rubbed the moistness around the head.  Dave was squirming a bit now so I slowed down and let him settle.  I used this time to undo the buttons on his shirt, sliding my hand appreciatively over his chest, then back onto his cock.

 

I played a bit more, then managed to slide my head down, taking the head of his cock into my mouth.  I twirled my tongue around it a few times, then pulsed up and down.  Unfortunately the seats were tight and I didn’t want to wake Bill, so I couldn’t get right down on Dave’s cock, but he didn’t seem to be objecting.

 

As I was coming up for air, I noticed that a male passenger was standing in the aisle next to us, waiting for the toilet.  Dave and I each grinned at him as he moved on. 

 

My back was struggling with the twisting, so I decided to stroke Dave to orgasm.  I used long strong strokes until I felt the pressure build, then short sharp pulses right through the explosion.  He mustn’t have had sex for a couple of days as there was a huge spray, all over his stomach and my hand.  I couldn’t resist having a taste as I wiped my hands with his blanket, then let him clean up with the blanket too.

 

I managed to step over Bill’s sleeping body and went to the loo, finding a spare blanket on an empty seat which I took back for Dave.

 

We then settled in for a bit of sleep, me again snuggled into Dave, with my hand in his lap.  When I awoke, Dave was asleep but Bill was already awake – he smiled at the way I was lying, and whispered that it was a shame that I couldn’t do more than that.  I didn’t tell Bill then about what had happened, but kept my hand in Dave’s lap.  He must have been having pleasant dreams because I could feel the throbbing cock again.

 

Breakfast came around after a while, and we all chatted about nothing in particular.  When Bill went to the toilet, Dave thanked me for the most enjoyable flight he’d had.

 

At the baggage carousel, Dave went on his way and Bill and I were collecting our bags.  The guy who had been queuing for the toilet while I was blowing Dave kept looking across, apparently amazed to see me with a different guy.

 

I didn’t tell Bill about my escapade until about a week later.  He loved the story but was upset that I had done it while he was asleep – he so loves watching me play up.

As mentioned in some of my other blogs, I enjoy being an exhibitionist and putting on a show.  The real thrill is doing it so that we know that we are being watched, but so that the watcher doesn’t immediately know that they are welcome to watch.  This can also be a handy defence if we are ever accused of indecent acts or wilful exposure.

 

We discovered an opportunity to do this when staying at the Stamford Plaza hotel in Brisbane.  Some of you will know this as an L shaped high-rise hotel wrapped around the swimming pool and overlooking the river.

 

We returned to our room after dinner and were enjoying the view of the Storey Bridge and surrounding lights out of our window with the currents wide open.  We were doing this with the lights out to enhance the view by avoiding reflections from the glass.  There were a number of rooms on higher floors with open curtains too, some with people looking at the view and one with a guy reading by the window.

 

We decided to “re-enter” the room and turn all the lights on, standing close to the window but not looking out.  We each casually got undressed, walking around the room putting our clothes away and arranging things for the next day, going in and out of the bathroom as though it was an innocent routine.  We gave plenty of time to building an audience.

 

We then lay on the bed side by side, me closest to the window and started watching TV.  We stroked each other’s legs casually, and after a few minutes I rolled over and started giving Bill oral – initially just a few licks around the head until he stiffened, and then sliding up and down the shaft.  Bill warned me to stop after a while as he was about to explode, so I rolled back while he rested.  It was then Bill’s tongues turn, and I slid down the bed while he set to work.  I glanced out the window with sweeping glances and noticed that there were people in at least five rooms watching us, 4 single guys and a couple.  There may have been others in the darkened rooms.

 

I told Bill about this and he became even more vigorous as we rolled into the 69 position for a while. 

 

I then got Bill to lay back on the bed and straddled him in the seated position, sliding up and down on him and arching back and forth in ecstasy.  I was facing in the general direction of our audience, but not acknowledging them.  I arched back as we were climaxing and saw that there were now people at at least two more windows.

 

We rolled and cuddled facing each other, enjoying the moment, and then rolled onto our backs putting everything back on show.  After a couple of minutes I turned towards the window, and acted surprised to see people watching, pulling the bedcovers to preserve my modesty(???).

 

We then turned out the lights, shut the curtains and had another session an hour later.

 

We sure got some interesting looks when we went into the restaurant for breakfast the next morning!!!

 This incident was absolutely fantastic, and was the start of a string of similar activities in various hotels.

I've had a few fantastic nights in spas (some of which I'll "blog" later), but one of my earliest is a favourite.

We were on holidays with friends in Western Australia, we had our young children and our friends were traveling as a couple.

The resort we stayed at in Bussleton (the Geographe Bay hotel) has a cedar hot tub.  We were able to get the last booking for the night, meaning that we were able to stay as long as we wanted.  The spa was in the changeroom adjoining the gym.  After making sure that our kids were asleep, the 4 of us stripped off and had a communal shower before getting in the spa.  We initially washed solo, then our partners cuddled up and gave an extra wash.  We soon decided to swap partners and I received a very satisfying wash from John while my husband Bill ensured that every part of Robyn was clean - I think he even used his tongue to ensure that there was no soap left on her fanny,

We then all got into the spa and enjoyed a few glasses of wine, moving around and sliding bodies across each other.  I remember one fantastic time while I was across John's lap with his dick up against my cunt, while I had my boobs nestled in Robyn's crutch, one hand on her breast and the other sliding up and down Bill's cock as I slid my mouth over the tip of his dick.  It was absolutely magnificent, and I've moistened up again now as I type this.

I'm back now (memo - add new batteries to shopping list,  the old ones just wore out).

After a while Bill went to check on our children, leaving me alone with John and Robyn.  John looked at me as Bill left, as if to ask what I was up for.  The poor guy didn't have any idea.  I quickly moved alongside him, and with a wink to Robyn held her hand and placed our joined hands on his dick.  We worked it together for a while as I slid my boobs along his chest.  I then suggested that Robyn stand on the seat facing John so that he could slide his tongue into her while I sucked his dick (he had to arch his back a bit so I didn't drown, but he seemed happy to oblige).

As John was doing this, and while chewing him, I slid my hand around Robyn's waist, sliding it down across her beautiful flat stomach until I could feel John's tongue sliding in and out of her cunt.  John stopped after a while, and I slid my fingers deep into Robyn, playing with her clit in a way that only another woman understands.  Bill returned at this point and assessed the situation, sliding into the tub behind me and deftly sliding his tongue into my cunt, although by this time he also had John's fingers to contend with.

It was a magnificent night, and I loved the opportunity to satisfy 3 people at once.  Robyn orgasmed twice, once while I fingered her and then when Bill took the opportunity to gobble her appreciativley, before finally slipping his dick into her for his own release.

John blew a shot of cum into my mouth and then we all soaked in the spa for a while before cimbing into the shower, then heading to bed.

We initially all jumped into the one bed, and I loved the feel of lying there with Bill's cock in my left had and John's in the right.  Robyn was on the far side of John, and slid her body across us to chew Bill's cock while I held it.

Magnificent - what memories.

We had a couple of nights at the Holiday Inn, Paris - a relatively modern place with large windows.  Our room was at the back of the hotel, facing across a narrow street to apartments.
 
We had been out in the morning and came back to freshen up.  We had opened the curtains to let the sun into the room, and also had the lights on as Bill sat on the bed reading.  A male tenant across the street was working around his apartment as I stripped off.  He must have noticed, and kept glacing in my direction, without staring too obviously.  I didn't let on that I knew he was there, but told Bill and kept moving around the room naked.  After a while I picked up a towel from the bed and went for a shower, then returned to the bedroom wearing the towel around my hair and nothing else.  Our friend had decided that it was time to windex his windows.
 
I stood near our window getting clothes from my case, then dried my hair with the towel, facing full frontal to the window with legs spread.  The towel was covering my head as I rubbed my hair, shaking my body.  I then wiped the towel up and down my body, bending to accentuate the curve of my bum as I slid the towel to my ankle.
 
Standing up slowly, I looked him in the eye and smiled, standing tauntingly for about 10 seconds before walking to the bed.  Bill had been sitting up near the pillows, out of sight of the windows, so I told him to sit on the foot of the bed, and then stood in front of him.  Bill was happy to put his tongue to work, sliding it in out along and over in wonderful motion as I placed one foot on the bed next to him, facing the window of course, and making sure to smile across the road.  Bill's hands set to work too as I appreciated the attention.
 
Then it was Bill's turn, as he stripped off and I lay him back on the bed, feet on the floor at the end of the bed.  I set to work on his dick, initially pumping it by hand as I licked the head, then sliding my mouth over it and pulsing up and down, feeling the push in my throat.  Taking care not to make him cum too quickly, I slid my mouth up to Bill's and we enjoyed body to body for a while, before Bill rolled me face down at the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor behind me. Bill's tongue worked wonders again, then he slipped his cock into me, touching and teasing as he knows I love.  Our neighbour was watching through this, and Bill and I both turned to him and smiled as we waved to each other.  We kept going in different positions for another 10 minutes or so - I didn't have my vibrator as I've never particularly wanted to have to unpack my bag in the middle of Customs - I do have a little modesty, and Bill compensated nicely with his cock and a lot of tongue and finger action.  A great afternoon. 
 
I think our neighbour wanted to get in on the action too, but he must have been on view to other guests in our hotel, so had to be content to just watch.  After we'd finished though, he did shut his curtains and I expect that he was busy whipping up a handful.  I'd have loved to help him - shame that I cannot speak French, just enjoy it!

CHANGE ROOM

A few years ago we were passing through a large country town and stopped for lunch.

 

We dropped into a department store to buy a couple of things we had forgotten.  This was an old style store where the change rooms for trying clothes were simply an alcove covered by a curtain.  I noticed that there were a couple of 18-20 year-old guys standing on the other side of the area, watching the girls going into the rooms.  The girls were always careful to close the curtains, but the boys seemed to enjoy watching from the knees down as the girls slid out of their jeans and tried on their next outfits.  They were obviously enjoying themselves.

 

I knew that I could do better than that.

 

I sent my husband Bill down to the other end of the store, where he was able to discretely watch the guys but not see into the change-room.  I walked around the store finding a selection of outfits, skirts blouses and lingerie. 

 

I then entered one of the alcoves, reaching behind me to pull the curtains together, but leaving a three inch gap in the middle.

 

Standing to one side, behind the curtain, I lowered my jeans to the floor.  I then bent over and deliberately removed my knickers, taking time to step out of them as I held them visible around my ankles.  The guys now knew that I was half naked, and Bill tells me that they were moving to the side to try to see around the curtain.

 

I then removed my shirt, and as I wasn’t wearing a bra, ended up naked.  I stepped past the curtain gap to select a shirt from the wall hook, and stood in profile as I put it on.  I leaned back to slip my arms into the sleeves behind my back, giving a clear side view of my pubic tuft and sticking my breasts out and up.  My nipples were truly sticking out by this time.

 

I slowly buttoned up the shirt then selected a pair of lace knickers to try (even though health regulations prohibit this).  After putting them on, I kept my head facing the mirror and slowly turned my body forward as though I was checking my bum.  Bill tells me that the boys were grinning wildly.

 

I turned back to profile and removed the blouse, putting on a sheer bra.  I tried on a couple more variations of the undies, each time doing the body turn towards the curtains.  Bill tells me that another guy was walking past and suddenly decided that there was also something he desperately needed to see on the stand where the boys were, although why he was interested in ladies dressing gowns is a puzzle!

 

Bill took his cue from this and went over to the area.  As he did, one of the boys gave a knowing look and nodded towards the curtain.  At that stage I was standing in profile wearing nothing but a bra.  Bill decided that he’d accept this invitation to watch his wife’s show, even though the other guys didn’t know our relationship.

 

The 4 guys watched for another couple of minutes as I finished trying the clothes.  When finished, I stripped to the knickers in profile, and then bent over and removed the knickers stepping sideways as I did so that I was then facing the gap in the curtains.  I had my head sideways for a few seconds then looked forward, gasping in “surprise” as I saw the guys and putting my hands to my face, then reaching up and clumsily closing the curtains so that they swung around.

 

The guys commented to each other that they enjoyed the show, and Bill said he intended asking me to go home with him.  The others told him that he had no chance.

 

I left the change-room after getting back into my own clothes, and walked out to the food court.  Bill came up behind me and we started talking.  The original two guys were watching from a distance.  After a little while I gestured to a table, and Bill bought two coffees.

 

We chatted for a while, and then left the Mall, passing the two guys as we left, with Bill giving them the “thumbs-up” as he slipped his hand onto my bum.