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tonysunkan:
Flaunt your enthralling body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks.

I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?

The “Nobody dates Michael” rule was still in effect, but beyond that the girls also used The Rule as a sort of moving target of limitations on their physical activities with me. Girls liked to sit in my lap grinding themselves against my bulge (but I always had my shorts or trunks on).

I’d got flashed quite a few times (look, but don’t touch). and I very much enjoyed the rare occasions when one of them let me hold her very nice breasts in my hands (strictly outside of her clothing). None of them had crossed the line of putting bare skin on someone’s private parts, although we’d got pretty close.

The most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen was the first to arrive. Maryam came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill with a peck on the cheek. It was too early to actually start making dinner, but I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels.

She carried a gym bag containing her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes later she emerged back outside, a brilliant smile on her face.

There was one particular lounge chair which was known by all as “Michael’s Chair”. It was shielded from the afternoon sun but more importantly, I’d specifically angled it to have a good view of both the pool and the sliding door.

When Maryam went inside to change, I quickly popped open a beer and settled onto the lounger in eager anticipation of her return. and when the sound of Maryam sliding the patio door open reached my ears, I was quick to set down my beer and turn my attention in that direction.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too. Maryam wore a cobalt bright bikini that really accentuated the color of her red hair and pale skin.

She was a fairly tall girl at 5’8”, second in height only to Anna’s model-esque 5’10”, while the rest of the girls spread across the average height range except for Christy’s petite 5’1”.

Maryam’s 34DD tits were firm and fantastic, held up and squished together for my viewing pleasure by the halter-top that actually covered up the majority of her skin but was sheer enough to make the dents of her nipples quite obvious.

The bottoms weren’t quite a thong in the back, but pretty damn close, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect peach of an ass. Overall, it was very easy for me to imagine exactly what the gorgeous teen hottielooked like naked, and I had imagined her naked quite a few times over the last several months.

Maryam’s bright eyes shone as she sashayed across the patio and over to my chair. and with an impish giggle, she settled herself sideways in my lap while wrapping both arms around the back of my neck.

“I’m so glad I got here first,” she said in that delightful Ghanaian lilt. It had taken a couple of months to get used to her accent, but by now I could understand pretty much everything she said as if it were completely exotic..

She continued, giggling, “It’s not often I get to have you to myself.”

“Likewise,” I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek.

My right arm straightened her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric dark eyes boring into mine from only inches away.

She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

“See something you like?” she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

“I see two things I like,” I replied before smiling broadly. “Your eyes are enthralling. I’ve always been a sucker for dark eyes.”

Maryam’s brilliant dark eyes narrowed slightly. “that’s because Christy has eyes ... and tinted hair.”

I thought about that for a moment. “True, but they’re different shades. Your hair is a lot more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color.”

“Is that a Ghanaian expression?”

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. “not intentionally so. and just because Christy has dark eyes doesn’t make me appreciate yours any less.”

“Perhaps. But I still think it’s these you’re trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you.” and with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.





Sweeter Than Honey: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/sweeter_than_honey/43801

Janet96:
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tonysunkan:
She sniffled but took a deep breath and mumbled, “He probably did me a favor. Better I know now he’s just another dumb jock looking to pop my cherry before moving on to his next conquest.”

“That is true,” I agreed. “And a very mature response, if I may say so.”

“Then why do I feel like shit?”

“Rejection is never easy.”

“You seem to deal with it just fine every day.”

I pulled back to look into her eyes. “Wait, what?”

“Isn’t that what it feels like when one of the girls lets you get oh-so-close to starting something but won’t give you that final inch? Like when Uchechi shoves her big tits into your face and starts peeling back the edge of her bikini top right next to your lips but doesn’t quite let you suck on her nipple? Rejection?”

I frowned. “No, not at all.”

“Then what does it feel like?”

I smiled and brushed her loose bangs back from her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears. and after giving her a quick peck on the nose, I explained, “It feels like a beautiful woman, in the flower of her youth, wants to explore her own sexuality and feels comfortable enough to do that with me. She trusts me. and I would never do anything to betray that trust.”

“I do trust you, Michael.”

I grinned. “I know.”

Taking a deep breath, Christy managed a smile, and she wrapped both arms around my midsection while setting her head down on my shoulder. I hugged her tight, straightened her spine, and held her close. Finally, she seemed to be at peace.

After a minute, I straightened her hair and said, “Look, it’s the first day of school. Nobody’s assigned us any homework and the whole gang will be over at my house within thirty minutes. Let’s get home, get changed, and you can commiserate with your friends.”

Christy stayed in my hug for a long time, pushing her nose into the side of my neck. She got her breathing under control,looked up at me, and puckered up. I gave her another quick brotherly peck, patted her head, and released my grip.

The whole Pretty-Young-Things had already planned to come over to the house after this first day of school. The weather was hot, and the babes also looked sultry. After driving home, I parked in the garage. Christy walked over to her house to drop off her backpack and change, and I headed inside to prepare for the girls’ arrival.


I had already said that the girls always teased me. I was their crash test dummy for flirting, for showing a little extra skin, and all the other things girls did to get attention from a guy.

Two years ago, teasing meant opening an extra button of a blouse and bending over to see if developing boobs attracted my eyes like gravity. They often did, and I would just as often avert my gaze and blush trying to pretend I had not looked.

Two years ago, teasing meant snuggling up to my side on the couch and setting her head down on my shoulder while watching a movie so that I’d wrap my arm around her and then rubbing my leg getting closer and closer until I started tenting my shorts and would awkwardly try to cover it up by crossing my legs or something. Two years ago, teasing meant asking me to turn around while changing shirts and then taking their sweet time to see if I’d start to turn back around or sneak a peek.

Two years ago I was too busy trying to be a grown-up.

Now, things had changed.

Nowadays I was growing to be a gentleman in the sense that I never initiated anything and I would never touch one of the girls unless they had toUchechid me first, but that was the extent of my restraint.

Bend over to show me your cleavage? I’ll happily stare away and file the view away in my spank bank for later usage.

Cuddle up to me on the couch and start rubbing my leg? I’ll hug you close and rub your leg, too. Flaunt your enthralling body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks.

I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?







Sweeter Than Honey: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/sweeter_than_honey/43801

UltimateSpice:
We were just finishing up lunch when a knock came at my door. Instinctively I started to get up, but Helen waved me off. "It's my job, remember?"

So I sat down and watched as she peeked through the peephole and then opened up the door. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, um... am I in the right place?" The voice I heard was melodious and completely familiar in its shy sweetness.

"Nancy?" I called out from my spot on the couch as I got up.

Nancy was just sizing up this very tall blonde with the big breasts, a badly stricken expression on her face. "I'm interrupting something. I'm very sorry." And with that she half turned to flee.

"Nancy! No, no. Please, come in. Have some pizza."

"you have company."

"Oh, no. It's not what you think." I stood side by side with Helen and reached out again, holding both of Nancy's hands as I brought her inside.

"Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Helen offered, holding her hand out for a handshake while I closed the door. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Robins as his personal assistant. We have a lot of documents to go over and there will be many changes in his personal life."

Nancy took the hand and allowed Helen to shake. But she still looked a little uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm Nancy," she managed to answer. "I live on the 5th floor." Then she turned to me. "I just wanted to talk. To apologize for last night."

Helen stepped in smoothly. "Mr. Robins, I have several more calls to make. I'll just leave you two alone." She turned and smiled kindly at Nancy. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

And with that, she grabbed her briefcase and notebook computer and went into my bedroom before I could correct her into calling me 'Tade'.

I brought Nancy over to the couch, letting her sit next to me while she still eyed me a little strangely. "Every time I see you there seems to be another gorgeous woman in your orbit," she commented.

"Like you," I said softly. My heart immediately went back to the way I was feeling yesterday in the elevator, desperate to spendmore time with this pretty girl.

Nancy hung her head down, not sure how to act. A long lock of jet black hair fell over her eyes. And before I realized it, I'd pulled back on the hair, tucking it around her ear to let me see her elfin cute face.

Nancy shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?"

"Probably for the same reason you're inside my head." And without thinking I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers.

She gasped in surprise but a moment later Nancy flowed back into my kiss, her hands actually coming up and holding my face as she pressed forward, parting her lips to allow my tongue in as my heart leapt in absolute joy.



Diary: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624