NavelStories™

The first time I saw her, i was in the first year of university. We were both studying finance. She was absolutely beautiful, quite short, about 5’1. A pretty face, thin body (size 6) 32DD breasts ( I learnt later) and a nice ass that I loved to watch as she walked. She always wore heels. I told a female friend how much I liked her. It just so happened that this friend had spoken to her a couple of times. She told me her name, but also warned me.. ‘she’s got a few issues..’ I didn’t know what to make of that. But I was delighted to see her open profile on Facebook. I spent hours trawling through her pictures, admiring her.. and I’m ashamed to say fantising and wanking over her . As I got past the more recent pictures I saw the older ones. Her last boyfriend was a big black guy called Sean (6ft+ , muscular, strong and intimidating) .. he looked way too big for a small girl like her. But there were so many pictures of them kissing while she looked into the camera. I stalked...

It was our first proper vacation in years. I breathed a sigh of relief as I gazed out our suite window towards the calm ocean waters of the gulf. After seven years of marriage and a limited amount of time off it felt therapeutic to finally have a week away all to ourselves. We had selected Naples because it was quiet, and peaceful, and a drastic change of scenery from the drab winter we had just suffered through in Ohio. I turned and looked towards the bed, where my wife rested in slumber. Vanessa was approaching thirty-five but she appeared more a girl in her twenties. She’s a beautiful woman, really – standing she’s roughly five and a half feet tall. Her frame is curvaceous and thick, having filled out slightly after our two children. I drank in her image as she lay curled asleep, expensive bedding draped across her plump behind, barely concealing her large natural breasts. My dick stirred suddenly. Our sex life had been less than exceptional in recent years, the both of us suc...