Feeling that may be felt by parents whose children leave the house
June opened the window wide and breathed in the fresh spring… by yarnspinnerr. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.June opened the window wide and breathed in the fresh spring air, along with all the other urban smells outside her apartment. This working from home, avoiding human contact, pandemic shit was getting old.She looked out across the street to the park where she had made so many memories with her kids, and decided that she was going to serve dinner tonight in the form of a picnic for her and hubby under the huge maple that little Jimmy had fallen out of all those years ago. She hated cooking for just the two of them since the kids were both now gone.She reflected on the grandson on the way, and wondered what sort of worries Jimmy would have to deal with in the years ahead. Would he have the broken bones, illnesses, fights at school that she'd had to deal with?She thought then of her eldest, Jane, and her sweet daughter, Janet. She couldn't help but wonder if Jane would someday bust her daughter going down on her boyfriend, like June had caught Jane with that Jacobs boy, right over there in the park. June had known she needed to reprimand her daughter for her actions, but deep down she knew she had done that exact same thing at her age, and more!Steve rounded the corner and stopped to admire his wife, more precisely, he admired her sweet ass and fantastic legs. He was getting tired of working from home too. But the scenery of his wife without pants sure brightened up a boring workday.They both were dressed for work, from the waist up. It was a perk of the pandemic that everyone knew about, but only rarely admitted to. Zoom meetings didn't require any pants! Of course everyone had to wonder what everyone else was wearing down below the view of the computer.“Taking a little break honey?” He asked her. “Yeah, needed some fresh air. Enjoying the view, reminiscing a little.” She answered, looking over her shoulder with a smile.She saw that he didn't even see her smile, as his gaze was focused a lot lower. Her smile widened as she shook her ass at him when he replied, “What a coincidence, I am enjoying the view and reminiscing too!”“Yeah? You know you can get a closer view if you want.” June told him, shaking her ass again. Working from home did have certain perks, she thought.Steve agreed, and crossed the room quickly. She braced herself for what she knew was coming when he got behind her and dropped to his knees. His hands slid up the back of her thighs and his thumbs caught the bottom of her blouse as his fingers continued up over her ass.Steve began to plant wet kisses on her ass cheeks, going back and forth randomly, moving steadily closer to the strip of fabric pulled up between her cheeks.Her deep breathing told him to continue when he reached out and grabbed the thong and pulled it out of her crack, moving it aside. She bent over further, placing her hands on the sill.He ran his wet tongue between her cheeks and she gasped as he found her sphincter and began to rim her. Firmly pushing the tip of his tongue into her asshole and swirling it around.She moaned loudly as four stories below a cabbie angrily honked his horn at another driver. Steve began to run his fingers over her meaty labia, still probing her asshole with his relentless tongue.Her hips rolled on their own now, responding to her husband's talents, as a man entered the park across the street walking five Pomeranians.June whimpered as Steve began to lower his aim, down over her taint to those luscious lips and back up to rim her again.Steve dipped his head again and sucked one of June's meaty lips between his teeth and swiped his tongue over it, while below, a young couple entered the park and veered onto the path towards the spot June would always think of as ‘Jane's bj hideaway'. June wondered briefly if that's what the young couple had in mind, or if the boy was going to peel off his girlfriend's tights and do what Steve was doing.Steve reached up then and pushed down on June's shoulder blades, encouraging her to bend over farther. As she bent and placed her elbows on the window sill, she vaguely noticed the school bus that years ago brought her own children home from kindergarten.Now with better access, Steve began an all out oral assault on June's entire crotch. He rimmed her ass and lapped between her full lips. He flicked his tongue across the hood of her clit, encouraging it out of it's own hideaway. He licked lightly across her taint, tickling her, before pushing his tongue up between her lips and sucking the forming juices.June was now moaning, her eyes closed to the busy city below. Her hips rolled as another vehicle horn sounded, but she was barely aware of it. All she was aware of was her husband's relentless tongue. She knew he would not stop until she had cum, hard.He had an asscheek in each hand, pulling them apart. His thumbs pulling her fat lips open so he could reach his tongue deeper into her core.She felt the first tremors of her climax coming on, a delivery truck backfiring below went completely unnoticed by them both as her head dropped to rest on her forearms.Steve began to focus more of his attention on her now exposed clitoris, he knew the signs, and he knew he already had his wife ready to cum in his face.His instinct was to change it up to prolong the process, but he knew they both had to get back and login to their individual computers. So he began to suck her sensitive nub between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, and teasing her asshole with his nose.She'd completely forgotten about the hustle and bustle below by now. Her legs quivered as she moaned incessantly, closer to her orgasm by the second.When he reached into her pussy with both pointer fingers at once and clamped down on her clit with his lips, even gnawing on it gently with his teeth, she went over the edge.Her head snapped up and she yelled out, not aware that she was yelling to the busy street below. If anyone heard her, she didn't know, or even care. She was so far from it all as she came on her husband's face.June continued to wail as she reached back and grabbed the back of Steve's head and pulled his face in tighter to her sex as she humped back against him.To the Left of the park entrance, a man stood at the bus stop reading the sports page of the newspaper. During a slight lull in the traffic, he heard what he first thought was a cry of distress.He scanned the street and nearby park. Looking across the street his eye caught movement in an upstairs window. As he looked better, he realized he was seeing a beautiful woman shaking her head, her long hair flailing. ‘My god, she's cumming!' He thought to himself. The local sports now forgotten, he hoped his bus wouldn't come before she was finished.Holding her lips open with his fingers Steve relinquished June's throbbing clit to lap up the cum flowing from her hole, causing her to twitch and squeal as he shoved his tongue in as deep as he could.He knew she was quickly reaching the limits of her endurance. Her quivering legs, the desperate sound of her crying, told him she would be overstimulated very soon.And sure enough, like clockwork, she started to plead with him to stop. “OHHH,FUCK! STEVE, I CAN'T, CAN'T TAKE IT, OHHFUCKSTEVE! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! FUCK!!”He realized she was blurting it all out the window. Essentially telling the city she was cumming. He knew she was so far gone that she didn't even realize it. And he certainly didn't care, he was proud of his talents, he thought, a smile forming on his wet face.June realized that Steve wasn't going to quit, not on his own. He loved having his face buried in her pussy while she came. She knew she had to stop this herself. Reaching for the back of his head again she grasped a fistful of his hair and she simply allowed her legs to fold up.She crumpled between her lusty husband and the wall, directly below the open window. “Holy fuck Steve, that was intense!”He smiled down at her, his face covered in a sheen of her cum. “Glad you enjoyed it babe, we should take our breaks like this more often.”“Fuck, you are so bad!” She whispered, but the satisfied smile on her face was evidence that she didn't mind.Glancing at the clock across the room, she knew she was going to be late getting back online. But she knew it would be worth it. Then she remembered her dinner plans.“So I was thinking that for dinner we should have a picnic over in the park, get out of this apartment for awhile.” Steve liked the idea right away, and agreed completely.“Good,” She told him. “I know a nice secluded little 'hideaway' over there.” She said quietly with a naughty smile.Across the street, a city bus pulled up at the stop, and the driver wondered about the goofy grin of his new passenger.The End?by yarnspinnerr for Literotica September 21, 2021 at 04:00PM
We need every example of minority women, African American women creating their own success on their own terms. And not just the shiny parts but also the parts where it feels lonely, dejected, and distant from our goals. In this episode, Darleene Peters, who just made partner at her firm as the first African American woman, talks about her journey and how she established relationships even when she felt like who she was was holding her back. She didn't let who she was hold her back and decided to pursue her desires with joy and ease, and tells a story of a woman who was able to get what she wanted by bringing more fun into her life. It's counterintuitive, but that is all the conditioning talking, right? Connect with Darleene on LinkedIn here: https://www.linkedin.com/in/darleene-d-peters-44a2a0b/ Connect with Darleene on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/deepwellnessnola/ Visit Darleene's website here: https://deepwellnessnola.com/ Learn how to work with me: angela-han.com/start
Today on Karl and Crew Mornings, we talked about what to do in that stage of life when kids are out of the house and there is no more need to go to work in the morning. As long as God has us here on earth, there are things we can do. He wants us to bless us in our lives, and one major way he does that is when we pour into others. We ask you, the Boom Crew, to share how God has used you in this stage of life to pour into others. We also welcomed Jill Savage to talk about her book, "Empty Nest, Full Life" and Brian Dahlen, Host of Brian and Janelle Mornings at Moody Radio Cleaveland to talk about his new podcast, "The Grandfather Effect." Take a listen to the Karl and Crew Showcast to hear some of the best moments from today. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Dara Kurtz is the creator of the popular blog crazyperfectlife.com, with over 180,000 followers from around the world. After going through breast cancer 6 1/2 years ago, she quit her job as a financial advisor, launched her blog, and wrote her first book Crush Cancer. Her second book just released, I am My Mother's Daughter: Wisdom on Life, Loss, and Love, It is all about the connection between mothers and daughters, how the loss of her mom impacted her life, and how to be intentional about growing relationships to create a more meaningful life. Dara is a speaker, workshop leader, and coach, and loves sharing her journey to help and inspire others. She lives in Lewisville, North Carolina, with her husband and daughters, loves spending time in nature, and practicing Kundalini yoga. This is the second time I have Dara on the podcast! This time we chat about the transition of her and her husband becoming empty nesters, as both their daughters are now in college. This is a sesson in parenting that we all go through, and there can be a range of emotions in this new stage. Connect with Dara Kurtz: https://crazyperfectlife.com/ Listen to the other podcast I recorded with Dara https://www.griefgratitudeandthegrayinbetween.com/podcast/episode/c2d52bdf/49-the-power-of-handwritten-letters-with-dara-kurtz Connect with Kendra Rinaldi: https://www.griefgratitudeandthegrayinbetween.com/
In today's episode we are visiting with Julie from California, an empty nester, that tells her story about the freedom found from selling her house and how she is venturing to new locations while still working and deciding on where next? Please download, like, subscribe, rate us or share a review. Please follow us on your favorite podcasts app and connect with us on Instagram, where we share images and other travel stories: https://www.instagram.com/wherenextpodcast/ DM us on Instagram if you are interested in telling your story!
In honor of Mother's Day, we bring our two youngest kiddos to Studio 50 to take a trip down memory lane. We talk about what motherhood means to us, and then have some fun banter about milestones, fun memories, some embarrassing moments and all the traditions we have experienced along the way. It's not easy to get our teens to talk, but this episode is light and fun, and provides a little more insight into the type of mothers Lisa and Laurie have been over the past two decades. We end on a more serious note, providing each of our kids what we wish for them as they both graduate, and head out to experience their college and formative adult years. If you are a mama, we hope you enjoy this mash up and HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY!
Not to be confused with Rosalinda's Eyes, which is our next podcast, Rosalinda is an unreleased track, circa 1972. It's a very dark song about Billy's mom and how she's now an "Empty Nester". It's not the usual good time like Allentown or Pressure that are depressing but fun, so to liven things up, we talk mostly about the 80/90's show, Empty Nest. You're welcome. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.