1. You Know How To Kiss Her – Even if you’re no longer in high-school, you can never be too old for a good ol’ makeout session. In fact, women are far less likely to have sex with a bad kisser. Now, before deeming yourself lucky and heading out to look for a one-night-stand, know that your definition of a good kiss may not be the same as your partners. To increase your chances, make sure you act with confidence, smell good and most importantly, brush you teeth.

2. You’re Willing To Commit – Nothing can turn a woman off more than lack of commitment. If you’ve wined her and dined her and have yet to have to get laid, she’s probably still second-guessing your ability to commit. So if you want to ‘get down tonight’, let her know just how involved you really are.

3. You Know How To Pick The Right Spot – Knowing how to use romance in the right ways can be one of the most beneficial aspects for those wanting to get lucky. Start by picking out the perfect location. Traveling to a foreign country will bring a sense of excitement that she may not have back home. By sharing a foreign experience as a couple, your sense of intimacy will be far greater, thus increasing your chances of jumping her bones.

4. You Look Good – Meatheads can work out all they want, but they’re not necessarily attracting women in the process. A recent UCLA study determined that women found lean, toned bodies a lot more desirable than their skinny or bulky counterparts. Women perceive too much muscle as being somewhat of a threat and are well aware that it comes at a price. After all, it takes plenty of time to get that big – and it’s time you could’ve been spending with her.

5. She Wants To Cater To Your Needs – For those seeking an orgasm, start with communication. Woman can often feel insecure about initiating sex due to lack of information as to your likes and dislikes in the sack. To fix this, try to have an open conversation about your sexual preferences – preferably outside the bedroom. Studies show that 79% of unpleasant sex-related chats happen right before – or after – sex. An alternative for the brave: have her watch some free porn and pay attention to her remarks. You may learn a lot more than you think.

“Y-yes,” Bev gasped, pulling off the kiss. “Oh God!”

“We should…” Megan tried.

“W-what,” Bev moaned, “tell me, what should we do?”

“I think we should, we should, get down on the carpet and slide together until our clits touch?”

“Sweet fuck, why didn’t I think of that?” Bev moaned.

“Actually…” Megan said as they sat to Bev’s deep carpet and immediately joined sliding their vaginas together, scissoring their clits into direct contact.

“Yeah I guess it’s all my fault, huh?” Bev said feeling the instant electricity when her and Megan’s bald wet slits opened and squished pressing together.

Both girls lean back on their hands; Megan shaking her heavy 36 DD’s, Bev arching her own firm C cups, both girls pretty faces set firm and surprised.

How the two best friends had come to be in this spot at this time, doing this of all things, was a simple progression of friendship.

Megan had stopped over to declare her very last attempt and suspected now end of her on again/off again three years with Jimmy. The girls prided themselves on always being ready willing and more then able to be the literal ‘shoulder to cry on’ and this early evening had been no exception.

After sipping some of Bev’s deep red wine and some more commiserating, Megan cuddled up close to her friend and the warmth rose for the girls.

From patting Megan’s head to her shoulder and a quick kiss on her cheek, Bev had made the move she had always wanted to try on her busty best friend of fifteen years and before either girl knew it they kissing, cuddling and rubbing on Bev’s low couch. Tentative tickles and some dry humping then the two friends were ripping up shirts, flinging off shoes and giggling like high school girls making their first stabs at some backseat girl-on-girl groping. Tweaking hard nipples through sweaters, pushing the heels of palms on heated crotches-and all that kissing-the girls went from the rubbing, open-mouth slobbering and grinding to lying now naked facing one another on Bev’s carpet rubbing their cunts together.

Grinding their sloppy wet selves together, Megan gasped: “I …I.”

“Clit to clit,” Beverly groaned, “I-I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

“Hold it, hold it,” Megan groaned as she herself knew that she wouldn’t be much longer in coming.

“To…together, together?” Bev cried.

“To…yes yes!” Megan said and pushed up into her friend as Bev held her position.

At that exact moment both girls’ nubby thick clits touched and both opened their eyes wide.

“Now!”

Both girls screamed, shuttered, clenched their little ass cheeks and came.

While Bev’s lurched out of control in an orgasmic explosion, Megan’s own pussy climax was just as monumental. Both women kept up the grinding for a full minute post flooding orgasm, fitting their vaginas together harder and harder until they collapsed.

Megan raised her head a minute later, smiled weakly and sighed: “Thank you, baby, I really need that.”

Beverly smiled back at her friend and agreed: ”Me too, me too.”

“I mean, I didn’t know I needed it, but…”

“I know,” Bev said and leaned over to kiss her friend again.

Once again the girls’ tongues met and they were soon rolling into each other again; the friends were ready to come again.

“Jimmy who?” Megan asked leaning back and chuckling.

“Exactly,” Bev said, squeezed her thighs together and reached for her best friend’s big tit.

“I’m Danielle Steele, but I didn’t order anything.”

“Well, it’s addressed to you. If you don’t want it I’ll just return it as undeliverable,” the short man answered.

“Uh, no, that’s all right, I’ll take it, where do I sign?”

After scribbling her initials in a box next to her name the young courier handed her the package and was off her porch back to his delivery van. Dani closed the door, returned to the den, sat down on her low couch and inspected the package.

The box was cube shaped, about six inches square with no return address of any kind on the outside wrapper. Tearing off the brown paper and quickly opening the box, Danielle reached in to find a pretty matching red panty-bra set. It was obviously silk and very expensive and when the tall brunette ran her fingers over the blood-red frilly lingerie she received an instant shiver from the contact of the smooth material on her finger. She poked around inside the box looking for a note or letter but found none.

“Must be some sort of give away,” Danielle mused, setting aside the dainty set and picking up her book again.

Sitting down at her dressing table ten minutes after her morning shower, Dani applied her makeup and gave her short haircut a couple of fast strokes with her brush. Stepping to her second dresser drawer, Dani realized that she could just as easily wear that bra and panty set that had been delivered yesterday.

Paddling naked into her living room, she picked up the panty and bra and slipped into them. Pulling the panties up her long legs Dani walked the high-cut panties on, tugging them up over her high round ass and literally snapping them up over her trim pubic mound.

“Mmmm perfect fit,” she thought, while slipping her arms through the straps of the silk bra. She adjusted her 36C’s in the soft cups and looked at her image in the mirror.

Driving the ten minutes to work Dani felt an odd sensation of heat: her big breasts seemed to be fuller, almost tingling; ‘down there’ it felt as if someone was tickling her thick clit. As she drove on the sensation grew stronger until at a stoplight Dani lifted her right hand to her left breast, gave herself a squeeze and the floodgates opened for her to shutter a quick climax, even before the light had changed.

At the office Dani walked through the usual “good mornings” “Can I get five minutes with you later boss?” and print-outs shoved in her wake.

As usual Mandy followed her boss into Dani’s big office, closed the door and sat down facing the big desk for her morning instructions.

“Look what came special delivery yesterday,” the older woman said facing her assistant. Dani lean at the edge of her desk, faced Mandy and pulled her blouse up and the front of her skirt down.

“Very nice,” the younger woman said looking up at her boss’s red face spying what she could of the lacy red bra and the front of the panty.

“I think so too,” Dani standing up from her desk.

Mandy’s boss walked to and made sure her office door was locked then stood in the middle of the room…and began to undress! “I have no idea who sent them, but ever since putting them on I have been so so hot!”

The two women had been through plenty in Danielle’s rise up the corporate ladder, in fact at one time they had even, for a period of a month, enjoyed a brief affair. Mandy wasn’t as shocked by seeing her boss in just bra and panties-and the tall woman did have a fantastic body, that’s for sure-but she wasn’t really sure what Dani wanted from her now.

“I’m orgasm ing right now,” Dani said standing there and both ladies gazed down at her red-covered crotch.

“I guess I’m canceling your ten o’clock,” Many said standing to walk over to her boss.

“Girl, you’re canceling my entire morning,” the taller woman said. “Now come here and kiss me.”

As she walked ahead of him, Dan couldn’t help but think how nice the lady’s little bottom swayed. And that high big chest of hers, what of it he had spied, Mrs. Fortune was the classic killer strawberry blonde. Another perfect housewife for he and Beth. After a quick tour, where Dan “Ummm-ed” and “Yes Yessed” sufficiently-or so he hoped-he and the lady of the house settled down at the kitchen table to discuss the security system he had in mind.

“Maybe before we get into anything too heavy we should have Mr. Fortune here as well? ”Oh, no,” Mrs. Fortune replied. “My husband’s a minister. He’s much too busy with the church. I make all the decisions here.”

Something about the way the tall lady said this, an almost challenging tone to her voice, her tight smile playing like a knowing pout across her pretty face, the sunlight behind lighting her locks, Miranda Fortune looked like a vixen to be reckoned with.

Subduing his rising imagination-as well as erection-Dan proceeded to outline the details of the best system for the home. Miranda listened, asking smart and pertinent questions, taking an interest in every detail from cost to installation. The lady was as smart as she was gorgeous.

“How soon can we get this in?” the lady asked after Dan stopped speaking.

“Well, I can probably move some stuff around, maybe get here tomorrow?” he replied. “Too soon?”

“That would be just great,” Mrs. Fortune said, shot up out of her seat and extended her hand.

“That break-in last week made me feel so unsafe.”

By three o’clock the next afternoon, Dan had all of the windows and doors wired, as well as a state of the art motion detector hooked-up to front and side, back and front flood lights. Mrs. Fortune had flittered around him, occasionally keeping him company, but the lady took a phone call at almost exactly three and plopped down on the couch to chat. This was Dan’s chance. He made the lip of the living room, gave a cursory: “I’m going upstairs to make one final check” and after a nod from Mrs. Fortune bounded up the stairs.

He went straight to the master bedroom, to a wall vent he had spied when up here in the morning, pulled it free, then installed a micro-’lipstick’ camera/microphone in the space. Directing the mini-spy unit at the king size bed, Dan turned it on then replaced the metal grill.

“All good,” he said descending to the first floor.

“Hold on Gayle,” Mrs. Fortune said, placed her cell on the low table and stood to meet Dan at the door.

“That check covers everything, right?” the lady of the house asked and Dan patted his shirt pocket and smiled.

“I’ll call in your code to the police station when I get back to the shop, make sure everything is transmitting fine.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” the pretty lady said and to Dan’s shock Mrs. Fortune rose up on tiptoes and kissed his mouth hard.

On the drive back home Dan wondered if he should have really planted that camera. Mrs. Fortune was so sweet, even the kiss, though hot to him, hadn’t been anything truly sexual, just more one of gratitude. Maybe this was one of the times he shouldn’t have installed his ‘usual’ security.

‘I just need to see her naked,’ he thought. ‘After that, I’ll shut it all down from here. ‘

After dinner Dan patted Beth’s hand across the kitchen table and said: “We got new ones tonight.” Beth’s dark eyes widened.

“I haven’t seen him, but she’s a piece of ass,” he added as Beth leapt from the table.

“Just this once though, okay?” Dan said standing with his girlfriend. “The lady was really sweet, I can’t do this beyond just answering my curiosity, ok?”

“Dan, I think you’re gettin’ to be a softie in your old age,” Beth teased, lean over and bit his ear lobe.

In the bedroom Dan turned on the remote monitor and he and his girlfriend saw the empty Fortune bedroom. ”Ah shit, no…”

Miranda Fortune walked into frame dressed in only her bra and panties. ”Told ya,” Dan said turning to an open-mouthed Beth. “Nice huh?”

Before Beth got a chance to really stare at the busty big girl Reverend Fortune walked into frame completely naked. At least ten years his wife’s senior, the man was still in pretty good shape…with quite the hard-on jutting at his wife who now sat on the low bed.

“That’s a pretty nice cock,” Beth said.

Dan turned up the volume and over the hyper-sensitive mike he heard Miranda Fortune mock pleading as she lie down then upside down on the bed under her husband’s cock and began to play with her big tits.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t.”

After thinking Mrs. Fortune so bright and confident Dan had to admit his cock was pounding with the lady’s submission…even playing as she obviously was.

“You lust after our security man,” the Reverend said and Dan and Beth both sat up. “We will see if I ever let you have this cock again.”

When or if the good Reverend would decree his cock fit for consumption, how much Miranda Fortune had told him about her sinful lusts, or if Dan might ever go back to that house and shut this camera down, Beth lean in, unzipped his pants and wrangled free his cock.

“I know I’m not gonna be denied,” the cute brunette declared and dipped her mouth to Dan’s rising erection.