It was a beautiful July day. Rebecca St. James was enjoying the time off. She was enjoying the sun and being with her family and her boyfriend. It was nice to be off the tour and just have a picnic, she thought. It was very relaxing. Rebecca ate her fill and was lying in the sun. She smiled at her boyfriend, Jimmy. Now she stood up.
"Jimmy and I are going for a walk," she announced. She took her boyfriend by the hand and they began to walk together. Rebecca had a big smile as they disappeared over the horizon.
"It's so nice that I can finally spend some time with you," Rebecca said. She took Jimmy's hand.
Not far beyond the picnic ground was an old barn. It looked to be abandoned. Rebecca had always been curious about it.
"Let's go in," she said. "I've always wanted to take a
The sun was shining on a bright, warm day. There was a high sky. It was a perfect day to be at the beach, and that's where Jennie Finch was.
Jennie was lying on a large blanket in an obscure corner of the beach, near a tree, on her back in a gold bikini. The top didn't fully hide her large breasts. Jennie liked it that way. The blanket she was stretched out on was large enough for at two, and she was getting a little bit of shade on this warm day.
Jennie was eagerly waiting for her boyfriend Pete to arrive. He had promised to meet her at the beach. Jennie smiled, thinking of her plans for later. She hoped it wouldn't be too long until he arrived.
Jennie had picked this shady corner as the ideal place to carry out her plans without disruption. She just hoped Pete would spot her ea
I was sitting in the press section of the ballroom. Another speech to cover. This had been the routine all through the conference. One speech after another. I was beginning to get bored with the routine. It would be nice to have something to break up the conference, I thought. I barely noticed that the chair next to me at the table was empty.
A few minutes into the speech, I looked up and saw the famous columnist rushing in the door. She was nicely dressed in an elegant if low-cut sleeveless blouse and a nice skirt that barely reached her knees, and her face was familiar from her appearances on television. I had never met her, but I had seen her on television so often that I felt as if I knew her already.
She headed right for the empty chair next to me. I couldn't help but notice th
It was a chilly Saturday night in the small town where I went to college, the kind of Saturday night that left you looking for good ways to stay warm. It was early in my freshman year.
I was at a party talking to some friends when I noticed a redhead who popped into the room. She had short but wavy hair, not straight but not too curly, and one of the nicest figures I had ever seen. As I circulated around the room, I was keeping an eye on her. I kept thinking that it would be nice to spend the night with her.
After a while, she came over to where I was standing.
"You seem to be watching me," she said. I smiled.
"Well, you're certainly worth watching," I said. She laughed.
"Thank you," she said. She smiled a very cute smile, which only made me want her more.
"I heard you t
I was walking down Main Street when she appeared. I hadn't seen Elaine there until she stepped in front of me.
"Kiss me," she said. I'll admit, I was caught off guard. How many times does a girl stop you on the street to ask you to kiss her?
I looked around. There was a group of people standing nearby, including her brothers. "Right here?" I said. "In front of all these people?"
"Sure," said Elaine. "Why not?"
I had noticed her in the past, with her cute dirty-blonde bob and her great figure with the curves in all the right places. I had never thought much of it until now, however. I mean. she was cute, but I had never thought of her romantically. Not that I minded.
"Are you sure?" I said.
"Yeah," she said. "Kiss me. Come on." The crowd was looking at me. I took a deep b
I was sitting in class listening to a very boring lecture when I felt a tap on my shoulder. A note was put in my hand with a nod backwards. I opened it.
"I want to be your sexretary. Pam."
I looked back over my left shoulder. I saw Pam sitting there with a smile, looking a bit red. Our eyes met.
"We'll talk after class," I wrote, and I sent it back to her. She smiled at me again.
"This ought to be easy," I thought.
After class, I sidled up to Pam. "Hi," I said. "How are you doing?"
She smiled almost sheepishly. "Fine," she said. I could see that she was turning slightly red.
"I got your note," I said.
"Yeah, I know," Pam said. "I got your note back."
"So here we are," I said.
"Yes," she responded. "Here we are." Blushing, she looked at me with a smile. "Do yo
It was a lovely spring night, but it was a little warm inside. Jennie Finch was having a great time dancing with her boyfriend Pete. Like Jennie, Pete was an athlete, a really rugged guy. And he looked really good in the suit he was wearing.
Jennie wore a long, silky, strapless green gown that showed just a little bit of her ample cleavage. She felt particularly elegant in that dress. Her blonde hair fell down her back.
Pete grabbed her by the hand and they rushed to the middle of the floor. It was a slow dance. Jennie moved in close to Pete, being sure to rub against him.
"Dip me," she whispered, kissing him. Pete dipped her so low that she thought her boobs might pop out of her gown. She smiled. A little later, she thought.
The song ended. "I think it might be a good time to
The Metropolitan Opera House in New York is so big that it could be its own borough. It has a huge auditorium with several levels of seats, several levels of rehearsal rooms, and numerous other facilities. One could easily get lost or one could easily get in trouble.
The denizens of the Met include many talented people, from orchestra and chorus members to directors to costume and set designers to singers. One of the most popular is the beautiful mezzo soprano Isabel Leonard.
Isabel Leonard is one of the most in demand opera singers on the planet, and one of the most beautiful. Isabel is one of the opera world's major stars. She is tall with long dark hair, amply endowed, with a thin figure as gorgeous as her voice. The high demand keeps her on the run, with little time to relax.
On a typical warm summer day, Rebecca St. James awoke to the light of the sun shining through her bedroom window. She lay in bed and smiled as she recalled the events of the day before. The memory brought back the feelings of the moment: sadness, exhilaration, excitement, disappointment, deep romance, nervousness, peace, a bit of regret, but also happiness, satisfaction, and a myriad of other feelings.
With a stretch, Rebecca slowly arose. She took off her nighty and her panties. Now she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She smiled.
Rebecca opened her drawer. She fished around until she found what she was looking for - a pair of frilly, semi-sheer, fire-engine red panties. She had bought them a while back, intending to save them to wear on her wedding night, but now the rea
"Another birthday," Rebecca St. James thought to herself. She was thrilled to be able to spend it at home with her family and friends, and her boyfriend. It was a welcome change from the countless birthdays she had spent on tour. She had spent eight months touring once and thirteen months another time.
Finally, after several years of touring, it was nice not to be performing on her birthday. After years of constantly being on the road, Rebecca was grateful for a break and the opportunity to stay offstage on her special day. She was happy just to celebrate with her family and friends, and her boyfriend. She smiled at the thought. The celebration was wrapping up. Rebecca was saying goodbye to her guests.
Her boyfriend Jimmy was being unusually attentive. He thought that Rebecca looked
