The Reunion Trap Ch. 05

Part 1 -- Prologue -- The office competition My name is Linda. I graduated from University a year ago and started working in an office in a big city in California. I really liked my job and the people I worked with. My team consisted of 12 people and all of us were in our twenties, so it was a great working environment with lots of banter and joking around. It was the final day of June, and the day when the results of a little competition we'd had in the office that month were announced. We'd been basically competing in who can get the most business for the company and the winner was to get an extra week of vacation. This was quite a great reward since everyone in the office loved travelling. We even had a special wall, where people put photos from their travels. There was a great photo of John sitting on the edge of the Great Wall of China, a photo of Olivia at Oktoberfest in Germany, dressed in traditional Bavarian clothing, a funny photo of Macy feeding small monkeys in In

My wife and I feel blessed. She is 47 years old and I'm two years older, we're retired, financially secure, fit, healthy and still very much in love after being married for 15 years. We retired two years ago and purchased a 13 metre motor vessel in England and then cruised it across the English Channel into France. We've enjoyed a lot of adventures together over the years, including sexual adventures and this is the story of one of the most recent of these. My wife Verity (but always called Vee) is a very attractive blonde (some of it thanks to hairdressers these days) standing at 5'10" tall, beautiful long legs with a wonderful figure with C cup breasts. She did some modelling back home in Australia and is often mistaken for being at least 10 years younger than she is. I'm 6'2" tall, lean, and reasonably muscular, I served for 12 years in Australia's 1st Commando Regiment including two tours of Afghanistan, retiring as a Captain and I'm stil

I can't do this. Not today, I have to stop. The pain courses through my body and the doubt starts to sink in. All I can hear is my feet against the pavement, my breathing strained as I gasp for air. This morning's run is harder than any I've had before and I don't know why. I turn the corner and finally see my house. I'm almost there. Pushing through the pain I get to my driveway and stop, resting my hands on my knees as I desperately try to catch my breath. "Good time today?" I glance up and see my neighbor Troy bringing his trash can to the corner. I tense up and my mind goes blank. Every morning we seem to run into each other either when I'm leaving on my run or coming back. He's only a few years older than I am and yet has his own house. He moved in not too long ago. Our neighbors abruptly vacated due to the pandemic, so I'm sure he got a great deal on the house. He's still in what looks like his pajamas and gives me a friendly smile.

When my final college class let out for the day, I ran to the front parking lot to meet my Mom. She'd told me when I saw her earlier that morning that she would pick me up from college. Even though I was old enough, and most of my friends got theirs a few years before, I still hadn't gotten a driver's license. Taking the city bus was no fun, so anytime I could get a ride to or from school, it was a good day. My excitement turned to dread when I spotted Jordan and his meathead college football buddies standing at the spot where she said she would pick me up. Thankfully mom wasn't there yet, but she would be soon. I didn't want my jock bullies around for the pickup. I walked toward the spot, keeping to myself and hoping the muscled guys would leave me alone, but of course that wasn't in the cards. As soon as I got to the pickup spot, Jordan began bullying me. "Dude, it must suck not having a man around the house, eh?" Jordan taunted me. "Your Dad

Architecture student Bobbi is on summer break and finds the vintage motor inn of her dreams but really lucks out when the older owner is pretty hot himself. Summer romance and self discovery. This is a Summer Lovin' Contest story so please vote for me! Mustang Sally 'Mustang Sally you better slow your Mustang down.' Jerry Robertson I'll admit I noticed the Mustang before the girl driving it. Poppy red 1965 Mustang convertible. I know this because it was the year I was born and it is a car I coveted all my life. The girl quickly grabbed my attention. She stood behind her open door and seemed to study the office, then she looked up at the HiWay Motor Inn sign. She pulled her black cats eye sunglasses down her nose. The corner rhinestones winked in the sun as she looked at me through the front window. I would not pick her for a tourist, and certainly not in our little town. When the interstate went in and bypassed our town, things went downhill. I worked here when I was

Author's Note: There isn't really any smut in this one, as I wrote it to be more sensually romantic than explicitly erotic. Special thanks to s0rethr0at for her excellent notes and suggestions on the penultimate draft, and to a little ox for enduring and shaping the early ones. Please enjoy. ~*~*~*~*~ A LIFE BETWEEN THE FENCES ~*~*~*~*~ Where James grew up, the soil was tanned dirt, the grass a parched brown that went undrunk like winter leaves. When he saw those first patches of dirt each year, he would watch his window as night after night the jellyfish-blue moon squeezed by, counting down the remaining days of spring. Then, when the summer heat arrived, they would load into the car and drive three hours north to their cottage where the soil was soft and dark and freckled with flat white stones like ancient arrowheads. Where Astrid grew up, the soil was rich but hidden beneath acres of crabgrass and rustled river reeds. The only patches she saw were where the neighbours'