There she was, running the track again in those short very tight fitting pants and sports bra. She was the biggest flirt around always teasing guys with her skimpy clothes. I was there playing footy (I’m an Aussie). We were doing tackling practice and I was staring at her running past us. Little did I know it was my turn to get tackled. I may be 6 foot 4 but when your standing flatfooted with one hand down your pants being tackled really hurts. I pulled the grass from my hair and got up staring at her again, she was giggling as she ran on past.

After training she came up to me to say hello. “Hi Smitty How was training?” She asked doing her beautiful blonde hair into a pig tail. “Hey Nikki, yeah not too bad.” I started to shake, she was soo hot.

Nikki was my next door neighbour, we used to hang out as kids but when we mad high school she got sexy and lost interest in me. “Will you walk home with me Smitty?”

“Of course.”

We got walking and I could tell a few of my footy mates were excited for me. When we got to her house she asked if I wanted to come in for a while. I asked if here parents were home and she said the wont get back till late. I complied and walked behind her, her shorts had rode up and I got a great view of that sex ass of hers. I guess this would be a great time to describe her. She was a very sexy blonde not too good with heights or bra size but I guess she is about 5 foot 4 and a very descent cup size. She has a beautiful firm ass with sexy legs.

When we went inside the house was just as I remembered. We went to her room up stairs; this was also as I remembered but with the exception of all that sexy underwear on the floor. “Smitty would you please give me a massage? I’m really sore from my run.”

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As a rule, I normally have never gone for “the backwoods country, redneck” type of woman.”So what did I have against redneck women,” you may be asking? Well nothing really, I guess you could chalk it up to my upbringing.

Being from the big city had always fancied myself going after the “sophisticated” and educated “women of the world,” some one who had culture and class, and seeing that I was a successful business person myself, I wanted someone of whom I thought was of equal caliber with me.

However, if you were to ask me which one I would choose today, I would have to tell you that without a doubt or any hesitation that I would definitely choose a simple redneck woman, hands down.”So why the sudden turn around” you may be asking yourself, well once you have tasted “pure homegrown sugar cane,” no substitute will do.

I guess you could say it all began about a couple of years ago when I was asked by my company to oversee the development and bringing online of an engine manufacturing plant for an overseas car company in small southern town some where in what is known as the”old south.” What I thought would be 12-15 month commitment at the most turned out to be a life changing move but I have never regretted it

At first I must confess that being a big city fellow, I had my preconceptions of small southern towns you all know the well known stereotypes, well I had my share, but seeing that my I had to be the Plant Operations Manager and it was my responsibility to train the employees, I figured I best put aside my prejudices, at least while working.

I arrived in the early winter and found myself immediately a fish out of water. They spotted me and instantly had me pegged as the”city boy” and sometimes I even got kidded and called”City Slicker” or”danged Yankee.”

I managed to make friends with some of the locals and a couple of the guys I worked with decided that they were going to”make a southern boy out of me yet” and did there best to honestly and without deceit to”show me the ropes” as it were.

It would also be during these first few weeks that I would see”Raylene,” the southern woman who would rock my world but I would just see her around in the office seeing that she worked in bookkeeping and since I was so busy the first eight-nine months, I rarely had any time for anything but work eat and sleep.

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I’ve always liked laying in the hot sun. The feeling of warm sunlight on my body always makes me more than a little horny. We’d moved into a nice quiet neighborhood, and our backyard fence was mostly a stucco wall, done as part of the spanish motif in which the house was built. The only part of the wall that wasn’t stucco, were the gates on the sides of the house, and the small section between us and one of our neighbors, where an old tree had fallen in a storm last year. That section was about four feet of vertical two-by-fours that made up what was a wide gate.

The backyard was spacious, and there wasn’t a two-story anywhere around. Added to that, the shape of the house itself was an “L” shape, and that left a nice hidden cubby to do some nude sunbathing. It was a Friday, and I decided that since I didn’t have to work, I’d stretch out on the patio and make my tan even out a little.

I’m lucky, since I’m blonde, that I tan instead of burn. I’d been keeping my tan going in a tanning salon, but now I wanted the real thing. I laid out some beach towels, a pillow, and an alarm clock so I wouldn’t fall asleep and burn (lessons learned!). I stood in the back yard, and stripped out of my bikini, small as it was, and rubbed some oil on myself. The oil was warm and it felt nice and slippery on my breasts. I have 32B’s with what my husband calls “perfect” nipples. They’re a bit bigger than half-dollars and a nice shade of pinkish-brown. I’m only five foot five, and with 32B-20-34, my hubby calls me a “sexy tart” (mostly because I love showing off). I’d rubbed the oil on my front and stretched out in the sun, feeling relaxed and sensual. After a while, the sun was getting to me, making my pussy wet. I thought about getting myself off, but decided to roll over. After putting oil on my back (as best I could), I rolled over and started to doze off. Just as I hit that light, dreamy sleep, a noise woke me up. I looked around, and saw nothing and wondered if I’d imagined it as part of a dream. I started to doze again when I heard someone moving in the yard next door. This is the yard where the hole in the wall was fixed with the two-by-fours. I listened for a few moments and then realized that the person was pulling the garden hose to water the plants. I heard the water dribbling and figured that I’d be left alone. Boy! Was I wrong!

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I got up and slipped into my suit. It was about 85-90 degrees that day, so nobody would say anything. To my suprise, it was the youngest of the three girls living next door who stood on my porch. She was dressed in a t-shirt, knotted below her breasts, showing her firm, young tummy, and a pair of cutoff blue jeans that were indecently short. I said she was the youngest, and that put her about 18 or 19. She also had the most beautiful red hair I’d ever seen.

The girl asked me if I had a nozzle for a garden hose that she could borrow to water her yard. I invited her in and introduced myself, since we hadn’t met formally, but just waved to each other for the last month. She introduced her- self as “Sherry” and said that she and her room-mates worked as reservation clerks for an airline. We chatted a bit, and went to the garage, looking for the nozzle. I looked on the workbench (that my husband never seems to clean), and then a few shelves. Sherry asked if she could help, and started looking on the lower shelves. She bent over at one point to look in a box of gardening tools, and I could see her orange pussy hairs peeking out of her shorts. She seemed to be trying to give me a show, and I watched as she leaned over even more, drawing the crotch of her shorts up tight against her pussy. I could see her vulva clearly, and her fair, white skin looked so fresh and innocent that my pussy was getting wet with the ideas running through my head.

I found the nozzle, and gave it to Sherry. She thanked me and re-entered the house.

“While you’re here, could you do me a big favor?” I asked her. She said she’d try, and I asked her to put some oil on my back, since I couldn’t reach everywhere, and I didn’t want to burn. Sherry agreed and we went out back to the towel, where the oil was.
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Bill signed up for a scuba class. At the class they suggested that they get diving ‘skins’. These are skintight swimming suits that offer protection from whatever you might brush up against underwater. Plus they add buoyancy and warmth etc. But what Bill found out was that they offer little protection from prying eyes.

Bill found a Scuba store in the northern suburbs that was close to his place. When Bill walked in the store, he was greeted by a nice looking lady. She helped him get his fins, mask, snorkel etc, then she picked out the first skin. Bill was like jeez do you think that will fit? She answered, ‘ya, it’s supposed to stretch and be tight, not too tight, but snug’, and then she smiled. She was about 40 or so, had a wedding ring on. Nice body, for a 40 year old. She was very busty with a little junk in the trunk, but not too much. She was sexy. Her eyes sparkled with kindness.

Jan watched him close the door. What dreamy eyes she thought. He was half her age! She was terrible! But he was so cute. She tried not to think about him removing his clothes just a few feet from her on the other side of the door. She made herself busy arranging some fins hanging on the wall and tried to clear her mind, but the more she tried, the more those nasty thoughts kept popping into her head.

Bill went into the changing room, which was much larger then your typical changing room, actually it doubled as a small office and classroom for the store. Bill put the skin on the table and stripped down to his boxers. Then he tried to get into this thing. It took a lot of effort. Unless you have put one on, you don’t know how tight these things are. Seriously, this thing looked like a spider man costume. It was like a second skin. Bill finally finished getting into this thing.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Good god! Not cool. The material did little to hide his bulge. In fact it kind of showcased it. Being very well endowed it looked like had a semi woody, but he didn’t. His penis was completely flaccid but it looked formidable under the tight thin material. What would it look like after getting in the water, he wondered. The ladies in his scuba class were sure going to get an eyeful he thought.

He was startled from his day dreaming, back to reality by a knock on the door. Then he watched horrified as the door knob turned and the door opened just a crack, ‘Hey Bill, what do you think? How does it fit?’

Summoning his courage he squeaked, ‘I, ah I don’t know, I’m new to this whole thing, it feels……way too tight’.
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Last week my friend Tom invited me to attend his friend’s wedding, which was supposed to be a very lavish affair. Tom didn’t have a girlfriend, so as a favor to him, my husband and I both agreed that I should be his date. Tom is the type of guy a girl just wants to be friends with. In some ways he can be cool, but actually he’s kind of a loser.

He said he was arranging for a limousine to take us to and from the wedding. At the last minute his dorky friend Dan called and wanted to tag along with us. This was totally okay with me, since I didn’t expect to get laid that night anyhow.

I picked out a black satin dress that I had worn the year before to a college dance. It was not too extravagant, but it was suitable for a fancy wedding. I found my favorite bra and admired the extra cleavage it produced. I slipped on matching panties and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, I looked great! Just for the hell of it I rubbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples to make them hard.

When Tom picked me up, the limousine turned out to be just a Cadillac with a driver. The driver’s name was Sal, another friend of Tom’s.

Sal had brought some good stuff along. We smoked a joint on the way to the hotel, and probably drank at least half a case of beer. By the time we got there I was feeling good. I was also hot and horny, and I wondered if it was obvious.

Inside the hotel, I looked around and noticed that there were gorgeous men everywhere. I was glad I had picked the black dress; it made me look sexy. I knew then that by the end of the evening I would be sucking someone’s cock. I just didn’t know whose.

The wedding reception was very extravagant, with ice sculptures and little gifts for all the guests. The dinner seemed to go on forever, followed by hours of dancing. The bar was open, and all the liquor was top notch. I drank Vodka and tonic and smoked a couple of joints. Any time I wanted to smoke, all I had to do was go out to the car, and Sal would have a joint ready. I always remembered to take a drink with me to keep my spirits up.

On my way back to the party after one of these excursions I ran into Paul, who I had dated about five years ago. He quickly drew me into his arms and kissed me solidly on the lips. “How the hell are you, Tracy?”

“Paul, how have you been?” I said. I was barely able to form the words. My mind was spinning from the pot I’d just smoked, and from the suddenness of seeing Paul again.
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Joe and I went out Saturday night. We did a little 2 stepping at the local honky tonk and just had us a good old time. You guys shuld know how I like to play dress up, and how much Joe encourages me to show off, so this gave me a great opportunity to go Cowgirl.

I started off with light black stocking and lace garter belt. Being only 5’2″ the stocking come high on my thighs, to just a couple of inches below my pussy. Then I pulled on a pair of boots that I had made at ML Leddy’s last spring. These have 4 inch spike heels and are made of soft black kangaroo. They come to mid calf and I think look great. Next came a denim skirt that fell to about 3 inches above the knee, but that buttoned up the left side from waist to hem. The skirt is fringed with tan leather and I wore a matching leather belt. The blouse was an ultra thin white rayon embroidered with the Texas star at cuffs, collar and lapels. It doesn’t have buttons, but three tie strings, one just above the breast and the other two above and below the belly button. The blouse is so thin that it is completely transparent and if worn without a bra my breast can clearly be seen. Of course I did not wear a bra! I did slip on a vest, a real cute cowgirl vest with horses and lariats and boots. The vest draped over my breasts and almost closed in the center, but not quite. The top tie on the blouse was open, and the center of my chest and stomach were exposed through the sheer blouse. As I moved the vest flicked and flickered so if you paid attention you would catch a quick glimpse of my tits and my nipples. Some gold bangles and bobbles and a Stetson hat over my loose hair and I was ready to go!

Joe showed up right on time to get me. I have a Miata, and an Explorer company car, but because this was a western night we went in Joe’s pick up. I keep telling him that he should buy a truck with a straight seat if he expects any highway loving. His has real nice bucket seats, nice that is unless you want to put your head is someone’s lap. He got a nice show of leg as I slipped into the front seat and we were off.

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