If you'll recall, I said at the top that I was 40. An 18 year marriage collapsed under me a year earlier. My fault -- I never dealt with my father's alcoholism and its effects on me. Denial was a way of life. I became more and more unrelatable to my wife and my two kids. Alcohol is only one escape from life.
There are many others. Food was one of mine. My divorce was a real wake up call. I nearly lost my job and everything else in my life without dealing with my problems, but when I lost my family, well, that was something that really got to me.
I got into therapy and began to deal with all the things going on inside my head. But I still wasn't into relationships. Too many wounds, many self inflicted, had left my heart encased in some pretty tough scar tissue. That's why I hesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa's invitation.

There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old
insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest
of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated
from my bad knee — neither sensation was particularly noticable
compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my
labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my
feet and moving.

I could tell that the instructor was watching me,
waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out
what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have
been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured
exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more
probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to
admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor,
a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19
or 20, was definitely looking at me.

Party games - Games for fun & Pleasure

Ted and Donna usually threw a party about once a month, inviting their
closest “party friends” and a smattering of new faces. This party was very
typical of Ted & Donna; plenty of wine, good food, and several nice clean
private rooms upstairs where people could get away from the crowd. And it
was CROWDED! I had to move sideways through most of the crowd just to get
to the kitchen and collect my “glad you could make it” kiss from Donna.

The party wound down about one in the morning, leaving only about twenty
of us to sit around and talk. Ted usually made sure everyone left sober,
or with a sober driver, keeping car keys for people until the next morning.
Of the twenty people left, none of us had much to drink, but just enough to
make us feel happy and friendly. Ted brought out one of his party-games that
he invented, and started explaining the rules for the benifit of the new
faces. Simple rule really. Ted would read a card (Donna read his) and the
person designated would either do what the card said or lose an article of
clothing (Ted’s decision of ‘article’ was final). Everyone had waited for
this part of the party — “the games”.

We sat in a loose boy-girl-boy-girl fashion, but there seemed to be several
extra girls. Two of them sat to my right. Ted asked us to first introduce
ourselves to the group by first name, with a short statement of what our
favorite sex-act was. The blonde to my right was named Kelly, and her ‘act’
was tit-fucking (she had large breasts), and the redhead next to her was
Jennifer who said that her favorite act was giving head. My turn and I said
my favorite (truthfully) was also giving head (to girls) and getting too.
By the time we went around the room, most of the guys were showing bulges and
the gals I’m sure were getting wet.

Ted started with the far end of the circle, at the end of the couch. The
guy sitting there was asked to “pick a person of the opposite sex and do some-
thing to them you wouldn’t do in public”. Normally this game started with
guys being “shy” and picking their girlfriends and doing something like kiss-
ing a breast or mouthing their pussies through their clothes (no you couldn’t
undress them to do it!).

Several guys and gals were ‘unattached’ (me being one of them) and one guy
was brash enough when his turn came with ‘pick a person and remove an article
of clothing without using your hands’ to pick on Donna — the host’s wife!
Donna was a cheerful redhead who played the games with a lusty good humor.
The fellow unbuttoned Donna’s blouse with his lips, pulling it from her skirt
and dropping it on the sofa. Then it was my turn.

Somehow I always thought Ted cheated, giving the “good” cards to people
he knew, wanted to embarass or both. His opportunity came. The card said
‘With eyes closed turn 3 times and pick a person (of opposite sex) and kiss
them for at least one minute. Then identify the person after sitting down.
Eyes closed until seated’. Whew! Donna stood me in the middle of the room,
and turned me thrice. I began to point and I navigated by the room lights,
trying to pick out one of several girls I’d been eyeing. I made a choice.
She came up to me, and we kissed. Tenatively at first, then my tounge seemed
to be drawn into her mouth, her arms around my neck (my hands had to remain
at my sides said Ted; no clues that way). The longer we kissed the more we
rubbed our bodies together and the hotter our tounges got. Ted let us go
for a two minutes and almost had Donna throw cold water on us. When seated
I was asked to point to the gal. I looked right at her and winked, and she
was sure I knew (I did), but I pointed to a blonde across the room. Everyone
laughed and the redhead I’d kissed got to remove my shirt.
This went on, getting progressivly hotter and raunchier until most of us
were naked. Ted’s house rules declared garter-belts and stockings as non-
clothes (they kept them on because Ted found ‘em sexy) and the same went for
crotchless panties, men’s g-strings (they can’t hide a hard-on) and for
push-up bras with open nipples. One gal had her bra on since it just cupped
her tits underneath, and another had the garter-belt/stockings. The redhead
and blonde next to me were both down to panties and I was buff-naked. (more…)

“Hi,” she said. I looked up. She was leaning onto the information desk at the

record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that

beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I

immediately slipped into “helpful employee” mode (trying not to enter “helpful

employee staring at gorgeous babe” mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I

stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look

helpful. “What’s your name?” she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d

gotten before, and it threw me a bit. “Jack,” I answered after a second. “What

can I do for you?” She looked down. “Oh, nothing,” she said, flashing her eyes

back at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to look at the

bestseller display. “What’s popular this week?” You, I’m sure, are popular with

everybody, I thought. I let my gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a

real pervert at work. The other guys I work with can get pretty raunchy, but I

had only recently become a real woman watcher, and this job had let me do that

quite a bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore no underwear; my

coworkers and I had fallen over each other waiting for her to bend over the racks

again. This girl, however, was a true beauty. I’m a sucker for a pretty face,

and hers had stunned me into near speechlessness: full red lips, deep green eyes

and short dark red hair. Now my gaze traveled over her figure, slim at the waist

flowing smoothly into her hips, with a high, perfect ass — “Well?” she said,

turning slightly to look at me. I almost jumped as my eyes jerked from her

cheeks to her eyes, which drew me in as she smiled and walked back to the desk.

She leaned forward. “Were you looking at me?” she asked in a low voice. I had

a great view of her breasts but I dared not look. Think, think. “Uh, yeah, I

think you had something on your back. Here, turn around.” She grinned and

turned, and I brushed some imaginary fluff from her lower back. “Some lint, or

something. There, it’s gone. Let’s see, what’s popular… Spice Girls, of

course, and James Taylor, Celine Dion –” “Those are crap,” she offered. “All

that’s good now is fuck tunes.” “Well, yeah,” I stammered, “there’s lots of good

R&B stuff out now, like Maxwell and D’Angelo –” “That’s what I like, stuff like

that.” She looked around. “Are you all by yourself back here?” I shrugged.

“Pretty much. We’re short-staffed, and only have a few people to watch this big

place. Everybody else is working in books.” “Hmmmmmm.” She turned back to look

at the displays. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed to stand so I

would have a great view of her incredible body. The bra she wore was slightly

too small, causing her breasts to bulge slightly in the blue t-shirt. The plaid

skirt lifted and fell as she moved, short enough to show off her tanned legs. I

was sure I was making a puddle of drool on the desk as I stood gazing at her.

Maybe old enough to be a college freshman, maybe not. Did it matter? On the

silk sheets in the bed of my heart, age didn’t (and doesn’t) matter much to me,

and the possibility of anything happening was pretty slim. My stupor was

interrupted again as she turned back to me and strode back to the desk. She

perched in the same position as before, giving me a teasing glimpse. “You were

looking at me the other night, too, when I was here with my friends,” she said in

a conspiratorial whisper. Then I remembered seeing her, dressed in a similarly

stunning green cotton sundress, with some other gorgeous young lasses. My buddy

Rob had moaned at his inability to run into such beauties anywhere but work as

I’d covertly gawked. Not as covertly as I’d thought, obviously. “Weren’t you?”

She was staring at me mischieviously. “Uhm…” She narrowed her eyes and smiled

ever so slightly. “Guys stare, it’s what guys do when they see something they

like, right? Believe me, I know…” She was looking me straight in the eye, and

I felt like a bug on a windshield. But I bit the bullet; what the hell. “Yes, I

was looking. You are…” I groped for a word as her smile widened. “…very

pretty.” Her eyes widened. “Pretty? Well, thank you, Jack. You’re not too bad

yourself.” She turned again and bent over at the waist, reaching for something

on the ground. My gaze was traveling up her legs when I caught her looking at me

and grinning. “Yes, you’re very pretty.” I was totally losing my grip, and I

started babbling. “Yeah, I remember you and your friends… Me and my coworker

were looking at all of you, but I was mostly looking at you.” She straightened

and resumed her perch. “Uh huh. Don’t you think it’s, like, wrong to look at

women that way? We’re not objects, you know.” Her smile was so fetching, a

beauty to behold. Some women turn and hide their grins, and some are more bold,

but she took the cake. Her smile was a tiger trap I would have gladly put my

head into. I frowned. “True, true. But sometimes you ladies seem to want us to

look, right? Like you said, you know when guys stare at you. Obviously you like

it.” “Uh huh. I do like it. I like it a lot.” She squirmed a bit, rubbing her

legs together. “Sometimes I think I like it too much…” Mimicking her pose on

the desk, I bent forward and matched her conspiratorial tone. “What do you

mean?” “Well…” She bit her lip. “Sometimes when I get guys to look at me, I

get really turned on…” She paused. I didn’t say a word. “Sometimes I can’t

wait to touch myself. I mean, I can’t wait until I get home… Sometimes I find

a place where I can get away with it, and go ahead and do it.” “…Like where?” I

prodded. “Well, like the other night when my girlfriends and I were here… This

older guy was near me in a row of books, and he was holding this book like he was

reading it, but really he was looking at me… I was squatting down to look at

the lowest shelf, and he was looking down my dress at my tits.” My erection,

noticbly pushing against the front of my pants, pulsed at her words. I bent over

further, hoping to disguise the bulge, but she couldn’t see from where she was

and continued. “So, he’s doing this pathetic job of pretending to read, I mean

really staring, and I glance over and see his dick get hard. I mean, he was

really showing. So I stood up and made to go by him, and I ‘accidentally’

brushed my hand against his crotch. I looked up at him really sweetly and said I

was so sorry, and he practically bolted. I mean, I got this old fart all hot and

bothered –” She squirmed again. “–and that got *me* hot and bothered.” She

stood up and moved away from the desk a bit. “All he wanted, right then, was to

lift my dress…or this skirt…” She paused as she touched the hem of her skirt.

My eyes were glued to her fingers as she lifted it slightly. “…rip off my

panties…” I could see the barest hint of white panties. “…and fuck the shit

out of me.” I bit my lip. My dick was a steel rod, poking painfully into the

front of the desk. My brain wasn’t taking any calls, and my eyes were glued to

the gorgeous woman exposing herself. Suddenly she dropped the skirt and grinned.

“I’ll be right back,” she blurted. She turned and walked quickly towards the

restrooms. Realizing my mouth was open, I closed it and shook myself. What the

hell was going on here? Surely this couldn’t be legit. Was this some bizarre

trick by management to get me fired? Was this some weird setup by my roommate to

get a laugh? Thinking fast, I dialed my buddy Jeff, stationed at the other

information desk across the store. When he answered I spoke fast. “Did you see

that gorgeous redhead in the blue shirt and plaid skirt?” “No, I didn’t… Where

is she?” Wait a minute, my brain screamed. You want to share this with someone

else? What are you, an idiot? “She just left, I think. Man, you really missed

it… She was truly butterscotch.” “Butterscotch” was our term for a seriously

hot woman. “Aw, too bad. I have a customer, I have to go. But don’t forget to

make a closing announcement in a couple of minutes.” Crap, I thought, as I

glanced at a clock and realized the time. The store would be closing in twenty

minutes. “No problem,” I said, and hung up. Fortunately, I’d finished most of

the closing procedures and had little to do before making the closing calls. It

was a few minutes early, but I went ahead and made the 15-minute announcement.

Halfway through, she reappeared, walking towards me and smiling. As I hung up,

she leaned forward on the desk again. “You have a beautiful voice,” she said,

biting her finger. I leaned forward again, and my nose caught the unmistakable

scent of a woman’s sex. I tried to suppress a grin and failed. She just smiled

and sucked on her index finger. “You really like being looked at, huh? It turns

you on that much?” I asked quietly. “Yeah, it does. Especially when cute guys

are staring… The kind I like staring at myself.” The full-bore force of her

look hit me like a baseball bat. “Aw, give me a break… I’m not all –” “Shhhh.”

She brought her finger to my lips. It was all I could do not to close my eyes

and suck her finger into my mouth. It reeked of her juices, and smelled divine.

“Don’t get uptight about it, just accept it for what it is. There’s lots of cute

guys around, but you’re interesting. And cute plus interesting, to me, equals

sexy.” My erection pulsed again as she stood up and twirled on one foot, her

skirt flying up just a bit. “Do you think I’m sexy? Or just pretty?” I closed

my mouth again. “Oh, I would definitely have to say you’re sexy. Very.” She

grinned and twirled again. “Very, very.” “Well,” she said, dropping into a split

on the floor, “do you like looking at sexy girls?” I nodded vigorously. She ran

her hands up one leg. “Do you just like to look? Or do you like other things,

too?” Her fingertips reached the hem of her skirt again, and teasingly brushed

it upwards. “I like all kinds of things,” I stammered. “But I like everything

about you.” Over the intercom I heard Jeff do the ten minute announcement in an

annoyed voice. “We’re closing in just a few minutes,” I said. “All good things

come to an end.” “Do they?” she said absentmindedly, as she brushed the skirt up

another bit. “Do they have to?” She looked up at me. “Nope, no way, uh-uh,” I

blurted. She laughed. “You don’t have girls flirt with you very often, do you?

Do you like it?” “I like it a lot. But I’ve never had anyone flirt with me like

you. You’re incredible.” She smiled and pulled the skirt up a bit more, bringing

her leg around. Now her panties were fully visible; I could make out her lips

through the thin material — was that moisture I saw there? For several seconds,

maybe minutes, my eyes traced the contours of those beautiful panties. But then

she stood up and leaned over to me again. “Thank you,” she said. “Now, any old

fart can look down my dress and get a thrill,” she said, touching the front of my

shirt. “But some guys I let see a little more. Some guys I let actually do

something. Maybe they can touch me…” She ran a finger over the back of my

hand; her touch was electric. “Maybe I can touch them… But that’s maybe,” she

said harshly, and she pinched my hand, hard. I grimaced…but nodded. “Maybe,

if you’re a good boy… But we’ll have to see.” She looked around. “Who checks

the bathrooms?” I startled, then replied, “Anybody who volunteers… I’ll do it.”

She grinned. “Okay… I’ll be the one you have to drag out, then. I’ll see you

in a few minutes.” She leaned forward and kissed me, easing her tongue into my

mouth with a luscious swirl I lost myself in, and then she was gone, strutting

towards the restrooms. I quickly made a five minute announcement, then walked

around the back of the store looking for stragglers. I found two, encouraged

them to find what they were looking for and buy it, and gradually made the

rounds, arriving at the other information desk. Jeff was hunched over a magazine.

“Are we clear yet?” “Almost. There’s two over in art; I think they’re hunting

for naked pictures.” “That’s always fun. I’ll go check the –” “No, I’ll do it,

I’m on my way,” I interrupted, moving to the restroom. I checked the men’s room

first and found it empty, then knocked on the women’s room door. “Anyone in

there? It’s time to go,” I said. I heard a slight giggle, and my curiosity (and

my cock) told me to go in, so I did. Opening the first two doors, I found them

empty, but in the third stall she sat on the toilet, one leg on the handicapped

bar and one on the floor. Her fingers were moving in and out of her bare pussy;

I could hear them slurping slightly as she did it, staring right into my eyes and

smiling. I stood there and stared as she masturbated, bringing her other hand to

rub her clitoris. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “Time to go?” she

finally asked. “Yep.” I didn’t move. She dropped her leg to the floor, and

grabbed her panties. With her legs wide open and still looking me in the eye,

she wiped her panties over her sex, even pushing part of it into her before

standing, walking to me and placing them in my hand. “I’ll be back to see you

soon,” she said. She pushed her body into mine; I felt her breasts rub

delightfully against me, and smelled her heavenly aroma. She looked fetchingly

up at me again. “But not tonight. I have things to do tonight, okay?” “Alright,

but come back soon, okay? I’ll be good, I promise.” “Of course you will, if you

ever want any of this,” she said, moving my hand to her crotch. It was hot and

wet, and I instantly moved a finger inside of her. She shuddered, but pushed me

away. “I’ll see you,” she said, and pushed past me and out the door. I almost

ran after her, but realized I had her panties in my hand. I quickly shoved them

in my pocket and ran after her, but she was out the front door. Jeff approached

behind me. “Damn, was that the chick you were talking about? Man, she was

fine.” “Yeah,” I nodded stupidly. “Yeah.”