It was a typical british summer I thought as I woke up to the pitter patter of rain hitting the window beside me. It was a small apartment but it had a fashionable look. The floors and roof were decorated with cream tiles whilst the floor had been fitted with a wooden decking. I clambered onto it and suddenly winced as the flesh of my feet touched the freezing surface. I slipped on some socks and just about managed to fit my 6 foot 3 inch frame into the bathroom. I stood there and noticed a red mark on my otherwise muscular body.

Everyone knew what time she entered the building but never knew what time she left. The scent she wore was soft but very alluring. Mocha skin tone with long dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a smile that would light up a room. People couldn't help but greet her every time she came into the building. She only wore platform shoes to work and had a mean walk. She was the only female at the office who wore platform heels. The outfits that she always wore short & tight.

I was babysitting my young cousins one night at my Father's cousin's house. I babysat for them occasionally and was excited about making some of my own money. The kids were in bed and I was bored and tired, watching T.V.. Michael, the Dad came home and said he was just there to change clothes and then go out again to meet his wife. He came into the living room where I was sitting and asked me a few questions about my day. He asked me to play a quick game of backgammon and I thought that was nice of him.

It was quite hot during summer season. Saturday afternoon hard work, go downstairs watch a little TV and cool off from the heat, strip down take a shower, go upstairs and get dressed. Ever since the family moved out, this has been Saturday at my house. Why would this Saturday be different?

I had just closed and locked the doors to the convenience store where I worked. It was midnight and Jason and I were anxious to take off but we knew that we needed to restock the cooler first. The cooler was a large walk-in type with 8 full size doors.

So Jason and I walked into the cooler and started opening the boxes of beer and putting the bottles on the shelves. Jason said how much he could use a beer. Laughingly I suggested that he open a beer and take a swig. He asked me if I wanted one and I said no but I would share one with him.

Barbara is tall, about 5' 7", slender and light-boned, so that her 127 pounds are not skinny. She wears her deep brown hair short and curly, and dresses for business in tailored pantsuits, with just a touch of color in her accessories. Although she appears to be in her early thirties, she will celebrate her forty-second birthday this coming November.

Her body is soft and curvy. Her waist is small, accenting the firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes.

I am working for a quite big company and my work involved touring outside my state or within as well. I was in the state of Gujarat in India. I used to stay in good hotel on company's expenses. I had only checked into this hotel and on the reception counter was a sexy, gorgeous and amazing looking female called RamanI (got her name later on). She was as hot as a pancake all dressed up in a traditional Indian sari. Sometimes she used to wear a Salwar Kameez. She too was horny it seems. I was staring at her all the time with an intention to have sex with her.

Sam and I had been living in Wyoming for over ten years now and I getting more lonely than I had expected. You would think it would be fun being surrounded by men, but that isn't the case. Our sheep ranch was large and much of the time was spent alone. I missed having another woman to talk with. Ever since our cook, Kim, got pregnant and left I've not only been burdened with more work, but I'm isolated again, wishing I could at least see more of my husband.
Today, I got tired of it and put an ad on our website:

Wanted: Experienced ranch cook