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My wife, Sandy, and I, my name is James, had lived at our house for three months now. We had made ourselves pretty comfortable in our new neighborhood and was getting to know the community. Next to our house was a new house being constructed. We had wondered who our new neighbors were going to be. Finally, the day came; the new house was finished and our new neighbors moved in.

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Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Ellen. I am a student at Ohio State University. I'm studying business management. I am one of those women who makes friends easier with guys than with other women. In high school the other girls were always jealous but I always knew it would be to my benefit.

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My career as a body painter has introduced me to some interesting people. Call them characters, if you must. But, understandably, a person willing to have their naked body turned into a canvas is going to be somewhat...extroverted. I've always thought exhibitionist was a cruel description for my subjects. In fact, if I do my job correctly the public should not know that the subject is naked.

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Five foot two, light brown hair, hazel eyes. That was Dawn. She was also one hundred twenty pounds, firm bodied, and shapely. A bit of a tomboy, she refused to shave her legs or pussy, but with really fine hair it didn't matter. We were out on my boat; The Dancer. It was mid-August, nicely hot on Puget Sound, and we were on a light reach heading for Quartermaster Harbor. The wind was only a couple knots and boat speed was half that.

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It was one of those spring mornings where the air is cool and clean, and the sun is coming up and getting warm and busy. It feels like a beach day! Taking the top down on the car, I head out driving along Pacific Coast Highway, loving the sun lightly torching my skin, making me feel free and sexy. Turning up the stereo a bit louder as Pink Floyd comes on and brings back some memories of high school days and some awesome sexy nights, learning about love.

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Craig had been working out in the yard, just having finished mowing the grass as he now began paying attention to a few stubborn weeds coming up in his flower garden. He knelt, his trowel already loosening the dirt beneath such one as he glanced up. Directly across from him stood a six-foot wooden fence separating his yard from the neighbors. As he glanced, he caught sudden movement through a fairly large knothole in the wood. Like a naughty little boy, he leaned in closer towards it.

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It was the last Friday in March. We were having a leaving party at work for Simon, who was moving to another office after having worked as my assistant for the last two years. I was sorry to see him go. We had got along very well and despite our age difference had flirted with each other a few times. We had never allowed the friendship to go beyond those brief flirts -- apart from a dance and kiss at the firm's Christmas parties.

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I glanced down at my watch. Only 45 minutes until my shift was over and the airport would close. Things were usually slow at this hour, but vigilance was essential. The Air Traffic Control tower was always peaceful at night. There were only a few small overhead lights, just enough to see where all the panels and buttons were.

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Cheryl is my best friend. I love her dearly. I depend on her and trust her and would do anything for her. I share everything with her. My hopes and dreams. My Fears. My triumphs and tragedies. I even share my husband... We started our little "situation" a few years ago. It all started over dinner and a couple bottles of wine. Cheryl had been telling us how she was having a hard time finding any good men. "Everyone I meet is a creep!" she said. "Or immature and looking for a mommy!"

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There's something about clothing-optional beaches that just appeal to any red-blooded hetero male. The chance to find the girls-next-door daring to bare all on vacation in search of that all-over tan is mindblowing.

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