Libby Shores: Box Set

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Cougar Unleashed

“And they’ll do anything?” Elaine was now curious about details.

“Anything! A few years ago, I became fascinated with how guys pleasure themselves. I had caught Jack masturbating, and he was just embarrassed and wouldn’t talk about it. So, I went to a big bonfire they were having up the beach. A young man expressed an interest, so I just came out and asked him.”

“What did you say?”

“I asked him if he would show me how he pleasured himself.”

“And?”

“After he blushed he nodded. I took him to one of Jack’s rentals, and I watched him as he stripped and jerked off for me.”

“So, you didn’t even touch him?”

“I didn’t say that. After the first time, he didn’t even lose his erection, so I got undressed and told him to go down on me, which he did expertly, and after I came, I returned the favor. It was great.”

Elaine was now fully enamored with this idea. She had never seen a man masturbate and had often thought about it. Aside from that, she was excited at the possibility of having a man in her bed that would actually want to get her to orgasm and would be willing to do it how she wanted. She also liked the idea of no strings attached and was even a little excited at the idea of being some young man’s best summer vacation memory.

Innocent Confessions

“What are you talking about, Laurie? What do you mean ‘certain things’?”

She blushed. It was something that the girls had not seen very often, and they all seized on it.

“Out with it, Laurie!” Sara, satisfied that the conversation had been focused elsewhere, joined back in the press.

Laurie glanced around the prying eyes and decided that she was in a situation of her own making. Like Sara, she realized that she had said something that she wasn’t going to be able to wiggle out of now.

“Okay, you have got to promise to keep this between us!”

The girls all nodded, but no one spoke for fear of distracting her from the impending admission.

“I . . . well . . . I like to . . .”

The Socialite

“Why do you hang around with them?”

Troy sensed that Patricia was a little embarrassed.

“I don’t know . . . We were roommates back in college . . . I just always have.”

“Well, I think you could do better than to hang out with people who treat you like crap, but hey, what do I know?”

“Yeah, they treat me like crap sometimes, but I think they like me.”

Troy knew better and felt that Patricia did too, but it was also apparent that it was a situation from which she felt couldn’t really extract herself.

“Well, Patricia, maybe we can both make some new friends! Is there a place around here we could get a drink?”

“Sure, up the beach there’s a place, but I will need to stop and change. They don’t let people in with bathing suits. You will be fine, but I am going to have to find a place to get out of this bikini.”

Troy raised an eyebrow at what Patricia had said and smiled as she blushed.

“Don’t worry. I know what you meant.”