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The Queue In The Post Office

A mature woman and a much younger man develop an attraction to each other in a queue

Steve Prentice was aged twenty-five, and he was currently in quite a long queue to be served in the local post office. He was not in an exceptional hurry, but neither did he plan to spend a big chunk of his morning standing in a queue. The queue suddenly...

The Museum Exhibit

A man and a slightly older woman meet in a museum and discuss a display item

Michael Iveson was a forty-four-year-old bachelor and he was currently on a two-week touring holiday in Scotland. He was travelling alone and staying in Guest Houses and B&B's.He was visiting a town in The Highlands and he had two nights booked in a Guest...

Miss Geraldine Culverhouse

A woman encounters her former headmistress after more than thirty years and some things are relived

Judith Saunders was a fifty-two-year-old divorcee and she was sitting in her hairdressers reading a magazine, having arrived early for her appointment. She was sitting in the area near reception and did not look up from the magazine when the outer door op...

An Encounter On The Pier

A mature woman on holiday meets a local youth and they fuck

Shirley Thrower was a sixty-year-old woman currently on holiday at a seaside resort and at the moment she was playing the fruit machines on the local pier. She was married in as much as she lived in the same house as her husband Colin but that was about i...

A Chance Encounter

Ever caught eyes with a stranger and played out a fantasy in your mind? What if you just did it...

It was a long day at work and my 3:30 cigarette break was well deserved. I walked to my spot, around the back of the building where there was this little underpass beneath a walking bridge. It was an older bridge, and the logs that made its floor were spa...

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  i. I couldn’t write anymore. It just wasn’t happening. You know what kind of writing I mean: the allegedly laudable kind. The kind I did back in the day, when I was too young to know or care about my limitations as an author. Too vain to realize that I...

Lesbian Intimate Car Encounter

I promptly come up with an excuse that I've left my phone in the car....

As we're sitting together alone, we both know exactly what the other wants, and how to get each other there; however, anticipation is always the best! So, I'll hold off on reaching out to grab you. For now, I'm watching you, but my mind tends to trail off...