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The wife’s tennis partner
LA_Frank 22 Reviews 311 reads
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I show up at the lady’s apartment to drop off some things she left at our house.  She is getting ready to play tennis and is dressed in a “smoking hot” tennis outfit with her hair up in a ponytail and her legs silky smooth and glistening with sun tan oil. (I’m envisioning Reece right now)  

She has me put the things in the kitchen.  It’s a hot day so she offers me a drink.  She goes to the refrigerator to get the drinks and bends over for me to see her great ass in a thong.  As we are enjoying our drink, she mentions that her neck and shoulders are hurting and would I rub them for her.  

We are standing up in the kitchen I’m rubbing her shoulders and then she backs her ass up against me just enough to touch.  She is still flirting and waiting for me to make the next move.  After a minute I ask her if her back is hurting also and she says yes.  I tell her to put her hands on the counter and bend over so I can rub her back.  When she assumes the position I press myself against her ass and put my hands up under her skirt and we are off to the races!!!

I know I have stayed off the boards for the most part lately, but I had an amazing time the other day and wanted to share and get some ideas/stories from others.  Over the weekend, I had the pleasure of playing with my favorite lady friend, and after a glass of wine we decided to try something different.  I have always enjoyed role play, but haven't always been lucky enough to find someone who loves to get into the part, and enjoys the pretense of being someone completely different.

We were staying in a hotel to celebrate my birthday, so she called down to the front desk and ordered a twin size rollaway bed.  She had me knock on the door, fully clothed, and enter her "massage parlor".  In our role play, this was a real massage parlor, and not the type where you would expect a "happy ending".  I undressed in the bathroom and came out in the robe provided, where she met me, acting completely professional.  After the first ten minutes or so of the massage, the "small talk" got more personal and the strokes did as well.  The whole idea was that this sexy masseuse was incredibly attracted to me, and turned me on so much to the point where I allowed her to take advantage of me.  Very sexy, and so arousing the the bed was soaked before I even came at all.  I can only imagine how incredible it would feel with the strength of a man's touch and the hardness of his body pressing against me.  Damn.

The whole experience was so incredibly erotic, and led me to thinking of other scenarios.  I would love to hear what others have experienced with.  Let's hear your stories!  (TL, I know you'll have a good one!)

One I've always wanted to do. Meet a lady in a conference room for a job interview. She's got the hair done up in a little bun, the business suit jacket\skirt on, but with a low cut blouse, open toe high heels and her leather portfolio in hand. I've got the full suit and tie on.

We sit down to one side of those round conference tables and start talking about her resume and qualifications. She leans forward to tell me about herself, showing off her cleavage. She catches me looking, and half smiles. We keep on talking about her resume. She reaches over and puts her hand on my thigh, squeezes gently and says, "This job is really important to me."  I say, "How important?" She looks down, sees that I'm excited. She leans back in her chair, slips off a shoe and rubs her manicured foot on my dick and says, "I'll do anything to get this job."  I stand up, lift her on to the conference table, yank her panties off (maybe she's not wearing any?) then we go at it on the table.

Whoo hoo!

A classic role play scenario that works every time.  Good description.

Erotic stories can create a theme, using props to play around.  I hate scripted role play, but theme based story lines, done right are grand.  I have more than thirty of these I have used at times

SHIRTS

I had been away for several weeks on another traveling tour of client visits.  Long days, uncomfortable hotel beds, bad food, and stressful negotiations over variety of lawyer minutia points had totally sapped my mental capacity.  I was tired and head to my place for what I hoped would be a day of sleep.  What was that line from Die Hard, “I am getting too old for this”.  Well that was how I felt.
I am barely home, activating the AC on high to cool of the place, and sorting thru the accumulated pile of postal recycle material when there is a knock on the door.  Cripes, who could that possibly be, I just got here.  I open the door and I see my beautiful young darling friend.  Even to my exhausted mind, I am stunned at how totally dazzling she is.   Wearing a pair of khaki short shorts, with a web belt and a very tight fitting man cut T-shirt, she blazes me with a smile and greeting.  “Baby, I am so glad to see you, it has been too long” she cries as she enters my place and begins to passionately embrace me.

Well, maybe, just maybe, I have reserves of strength, energy, and creative passion left in this old body after all.  I pull back a bit and see the hunger for me in her eyes.  I stroke her ribs and back with my hands while drinking in her beauty.  We are both hungry for each other.  I pull out the T-shirt from her belted waist and start to pull it up over her body, she arches her arms above her head to ease me taking the shirt off, when I stop half way,  covering her eyes and trapping her hands behind her with one hand.  I stroke her cheek and start to kiss her, deeply and with masculine control and demands.  Her hot breath,  smooth lips and questing tongue reach out to me and greet my needs with equal passion.  I pull her close to me in embrace, then release to  cup her breast in my free hand, squeezing, molding them to my pleasures,  bending down to pull her erect nipples into my lips while flicking them with my tongue, I then reach down and remove the web belt and slide her shorts down with my open hand.  She is standing there, blindfolded by her shirt,
captive to my demands, wanting me, surrendering as my prisoner of passion.

We complete this expression of our passion and reunion from long absence right there, first starting against the wall/door frame, then rolling together on the rug.  It is with joy every-time I receive the gift of her interest and needs from me.  But now, I am totally travel worn and head to the bath for a shower.  She washes my body with a scented liquid soap, and I return the favor.  We play with each other there in the shower, but it is not passion aroused, more playful, explorative, sensual.  I exit first, grab a towel from the heated rack, dry, wrap and head into the bedroom.  I hear her finishing up, amazed at how the sounds of woman domestic grooming can be so fulfilling, almost an erotic art on its own.  “Babe, where is the robe?” she ask, I have no clue, but when she does not say anything else, I assume she found it.

I sit, to quietly relax on the bed, when I see her come out.  She has pulled out one of my starched dress shirts and is wearing it like a robe, using only a single button low on the shirt to close, allowing her body to shimmer in peek-a-boo fashion up and down the remainder of the shirt.  The shirt tails are magically falling to highlight her beautiful hips, thighs and the front tails of the shirt teasingly invite you to look deep and lustful to her body.  This is one of the most erotic
displays of woman ever designed by human kind. 

She grabs some crackers and hops on the bed, sitting cross legged in front of my, we visit, laugh and just relax.  Her sexual aura in my shirt is maddening – it is the combination of her beautiful body, tinkling laugh, and confident nature all focused to my relaxation.  Later that evening, as I unbutton my dress shirt and we specifically target a slow, methodical release of stress for each other, I marvel that after all the times we have played with lingerie, outfits, and toys, it is the simple playful use of a common T-shirt and the elegant use of a plain white starch shirt that drives me to total bliss.

FOOTNOTE

My guidance if you want to have a role play fantasy - write a session review you wish you could experience.  Send it to a playful partner, and role with the theme.  Don't try acting, it gets a bit face, but take a theme  and explore the sexual freedom it inspires.

Hope this sample helps

I love using my massage table with sessions. One particular lady and I have had some pretty wonderful sessions on it.

Nice role play!

I show up at the lady’s apartment to drop off some things she left at our house.  She is getting ready to play tennis and is dressed in a “smoking hot” tennis outfit with her hair up in a ponytail and her legs silky smooth and glistening with sun tan oil. (I’m envisioning Reece right now)  

She has me put the things in the kitchen.  It’s a hot day so she offers me a drink.  She goes to the refrigerator to get the drinks and bends over for me to see her great ass in a thong.  As we are enjoying our drink, she mentions that her neck and shoulders are hurting and would I rub them for her.  

We are standing up in the kitchen I’m rubbing her shoulders and then she backs her ass up against me just enough to touch.  She is still flirting and waiting for me to make the next move.  After a minute I ask her if her back is hurting also and she says yes.  I tell her to put her hands on the counter and bend over so I can rub her back.  When she assumes the position I press myself against her ass and put my hands up under her skirt and we are off to the races!!!

The role play that stands out more than any AND got me soooooo freakin wet is this one:
I am waiting for my BF to get home. First of all he is tired of my slutty ways so he has instructed me to be on my kness when he arrives.  I do as he says and when he walks in he bilndfolds me and starts slapping my tits and pinching my nipples. I try to resist him by saying "NO please" so he proceeds to shove his cock in my mouth. I can feel how incredibly hard he is. I keep trying to resist him so he pulls me up and bends me over the sofa and says "youre going to be a slut whille I am away?" I said "I am sorry" He says "it to late for you now! I am going to take what I want!" He pulls my skirt up and literally rips my panties down and shoved his VERY hard ccok in my pussy.
Now the entire time I am trying hard to resist him. His is so tried of me fighting him back that he grabs one of my wrist and puts it behind my back and with his other hand he shoves my face in the cushion. He said "shut up or I will take that ass!" I begged him not to (wink wink)and because of my resistance  he proceeds to shove his cock in my ass!! He is MAKING me play with myself with my other hand and he literally FORCES me to cum.  
OMG what an incredible experience!!
May be a little twisted BUT so am I! lol
Great post Alyssa!!
Hugs and kisses
TL

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Can't say I've done role playing per se, but so enjoy giving a massage - and more - to those who are special to me !  It's just exhilarating to massage....and then caress someone, in a caring way....and then naturally have things evolve.....to the point where both of us are CRAZY ! ! !   I've only had these types of encounters though, with ladies I've seen many times - and with whom there is a mutual trust and sincere closeness - who are comfortable with just closing their eyes, relaxing, and allowing me to let my actions reflect my feelings.  I believe it's that trust, connection, and sense of true intimacy that just amplify everything.  My 2 cents......

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