1. My History with Brandy


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Tribius, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    afraid I'm at a disadvantage in that Jessica has kept you to herself until now. I look forward to knowing you." Her smile broadened, and she simply replied, "Likewise." Well, needless to say, the evening was incredible. I was in the enviable position of having two beautiful blondes on my arms. Patron seemed to be the drink of the evening, and it flowed liberally. The attention we attracted by men and women alike as we partied was almost comical. In short, it was a night to remember; at least the parts we could remember. I was hoping to end up in a three-way. The way we were all flirting, I felt sure I'd get my wish--especially as I found my hands cupping both of their breasts as we posed for pictures, felt teasing gropes of my crotch, or watching Jessica flash Brandy as we headed back to the hotel. Unfortunately, the planned return to my room for a nightcap fell apart when everyone passed out back in their own rooms. So it goes. Brandy and I lost touch for awhile, both of us moving in and out of various dating relationships--some serious, some not-so-much. A couple years later, we ran into each other at another conference in Boston. This time however, sparks flew. We were both in relationships then, but that didn't seem to matter. The first night we went for dinner and drinks, and ended up in my hotel room. She was an incredible lover, like none I'd ever had! The passion with which she pursued pleasure was like a magnesium fire, and her inhibitions, like my own, seemed ...
    non-existent. Of course, her body was exquisite. She had sexy hands, with long fingers that always seemed to seek to touch me. She had large, firm breasts with big, soft nipples that tightened and hardened with just a touch. Her legs were firm and full, with beautifully curved hips and a succulent ass, and her smooth, hairless pussy was hot as fire, and sweet as nectar. Just thinking of her always gets me worked up! Back at 36,000 feet, I was enjoying the attention of the stewardess, who had only been with the airline for four years. I had guessed her age correctly at 25, and learned her name was Faye. I asked if she was laying over in Santa Fe, hoping to get the chance to party with her and Brandy, but she said that she was doing a 'turnaround.' "But I'll be back Wednesday afternoon and have a 24 hour layover," she said brightly. Just then, a chime rang from somewhere behind me. "Damn," she exclaimed. "Be right back." Touching my forearm, she stood from where she had been kneeling next to me, and went off to take care of whatever it was that chimes meant in an airliner at 500 mph. I looked over and saw the annoyed looks of the two businessmen seated across the aisle from me. They were about my age, early 40s, but both with greying hair, and off-the-rack suits covering flabby, middle-aged bodies. Apparently, they didn't appreciate my monopolization of the sexy young stewardess. Sorry fellas. I work hard at my appearance, stay fit and lean, and spend the money where it counts. A ...
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