Sensual Erotic Stories
These erotic stories may have more than a grain of truth....
A trip OS to meet the family becomes deliciously incestuous.
I first met my cousin Gwyn when I travelled through The Republic of Ireland after finishing university in 2002. When I say cousin, I don't mean first cousin, but some more distant connection - we shared a great grandparent, or perhaps great great. In any case, it was my grandfather who emigrated from Galway to Australia in the 1920s. His brother visited in the 1970s, keeping the connection between the families intact, so that when the first antipodean, me, was looking for adventure, the distant extended family welcomed me with open arms. They lived in a quiet village a few km out of town, a wonderful place to stay and enjoy being away from big cities.
In 2002, Gwyn was pregnant with her second child, taking leave from her senior role in an accounting practice. Her diplomat husband Iain was climbing the career ladder in Whitechapel with the British Government, and with their eldest son just 3, they had the classic nuclear family underway. We became very close friends over the course of my gap year travelling around the regions, and kept in touch by regular email upon my return.
Fast forward 8 years when I visited again and things seemed much the same, except that Iain was frequently away on the continent attending meetings in Brussels, regularly leaving Gwyn alone with the kids on Sunday night, returning late Friday night. They were then a very family tight unit over the weekend, with football and ballet lessons in between dinner parties.
Gwyn had always been very sexually active as a young single, and the absence of her husband during the week had gradually led to to a nasty habit of picking up randoms on nights out with the girls - generally targeting travelling businessmen with a hotel room available. It was an open secret amongst her close friends that she led an active, if promiscuous, sex life, and her husband, probably fucking a string of pretty interns while away on the continent, had no idea his wife was banging strangers just as often. I had no idea of course that my much loved cousin was the village slut.
I was thrilled when an Asian massage clinic opened up in the small cluster of shops where we rented an upstairs office for our small IT company.
My two colleagues Matt and Rob were equally as depraved as I was, but while they were drawn to the constant procession of new pretty young things, I was fascinated by the elusive, even aloof, more mature age manager Iris. Over time I found that she was from Malaysia, was divorced and single, but additional information was hard to extract. I often asked her for a massage, but her polite response was always, "Darling, you know I'm retired, these girls also have big boobs, they look after you". And they did, but it was usually Iris I was thinking of when one of her eager girls was stroking me to a climax. Such a tease, she made no attempt to disguise her stunning figure in a tight clinical uniform, much like a nurse. I suspect this was to give the place an air of respectability as 'the council' was a constant threat of impediment to the rivers of gold to be eased from the pockets of horny men.
My post-grad business studies were pretty non-eventful socially. Unlike the relaxed times of being an undergrad with parties, the uni bar and weekend ski trips, this was mature age students with families, demanding jobs and no time to play. My Financial Management class however was a bit different.
As an elective, it was a 101 class for people with no financial background, so it tended to have the younger members of the class like me, unencumbered by kids and 70 hour a week jobs. There I met Angela in a coffee break. She had Greek parents which explained her olive skin and buxom hour-glass shape. Despite her working in accounting, she confessed she was really struggling with the concepts of net present values and internal rates of return. Despite my science background, to me it was just maths, and I found her seeking me out each lecture so I could help her with the in-class exercises. I suggested she come over one afternoon to study together and she readily agreed.
A family holiday to Fiji provided an out-of-the-blue dalliance with a traveller.
We had 10 days planned at a lovely resort, and my wife had agreed to me spending a day to go see a customer a few hours away to try to seal a deal we had been negotiating for many years. The typical sleepy island approach and numerous staff changes meant closing the sale was very slow.
I arranged a driver for the day and we headed off early. The trip to the site was uneventful, chatting about politics and pussy, with me commenting how I'd love to sample one of the local dark-skinned lovelies but didn't see it happening. The driver said he could take me to a brothel, but I imagined lots of overweight matronly women and I passed. The site meeting was promising, and my driver was in a chatty mood as we headed back to the resort. We rounded a corner and I spotted a pretty young woman on the side of the road. "Hitchhiker?" I asked. "No, waiting for bus" he replied. "Pull Over" I said, "We'll give her a lift".
The Masseuse - Candy Part 1
An erotic story - an interview with a Chinese masseuse juggling studies and a job she loves.
Candy is a 22 year old Chinese girl who adores her job as a masseuse, but constantly fears one of her fellow students discovering her secret profession. On one hand she looks forward to graduating in Economics and gaining professional employment, but she knows she will miss the excitement of having an alter-ego as a popular masseuse.
Interviewer: How did you start in massage?
Candy: I was in need of an income so I looked through jobs section of The Daily Telegraph and the colour of the adult services section stood out. It was never something I had even thought about, but suddenly the thought of taking my clothes off and wanking off guys got me wet. I did some internet searching and found a shop in the city, away from the campus. It had a nice web page, I had an interview, and I started the next day.