200 Erotic Stories: Short and Long

By Robert Broadmind

The erotic tales presented reflect the incredible variety of sexual inclinations and uninhibited, unrestrained bodily lust. The geographic setting changes in each story. The protagonists include writers, sculptors, vacationers, ladies of the day and night. The love scenes and stories leave nothing to be desired. Lively action flows from London to New York, Tennessee, Montreal, Ibiza and Mallorca. The encounters include hetero, homo, bi-sexual, lesbian, and diagonal relationships.
The tales deal, among other things, with the seduction of a convent girl by a rich older lady; with the fascination of a female professor and her husband for what is locally called a hillbilly; with the falling in love of two couples with each other; with the formation of threesomes and foursomes; with a successful wife swapping attempt; and other stories. The characters depicted engage in all kinds of passionate behavior to satisfy their sexual needs and desires; and be they not so strange.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jan 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491880777

Robert Broadmind

Robert Broadmind has taught at several universities and has written research reports on a variety of topics and published the findings in different journals. He is well-travelled and has lived in different continents. For the first 20 years of his life, he lived in Germany. At age 20, he immigrated to Canada. He has lived in Tennessee, U.S.A. for two years, and in Guyana, South Africa also for two years.

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CONTENTS

Poor Helga

Prissy Frances

Sighing Sarah

Two Times Two Is Four

Trish And The Fisherman

A Chance Encounter

Dreaming Of Peggy

Patsy & Carol

Foursome

Squishy Squash

Queerness

Full Satisfaction

Questions: What If…

Hotel Acquaintance

Anticipation

Meeting My Double

Bud, Billy And Rod

A Plan To Seduce Gretchen

Making Love In A Barn

Disco Fever

Sharp Eyes

Shameless

Regrets

Honey

Backseat Behavior

Tv Announcer

Liquor Is Quicker

Sexy Uniforms

Verbal Sex

Car Ride

Menage A Quatre

Tell Tales

Strip Club

Feasting

Dildo Work

Picture Power

Eyeing A Saleslady

Cherie

Bar Lady

Waiting For You

Lizzy’s Skillful Hands

Pick-Up Ride

Kneel!

Fruit Bowl

Annette

The Fisherman

Midnight Visitor

Looking For Women

Anais Ninn

Tall, Slim And Blonde

Upstairs

Exuding Sexuality

Changing Roles:

You Jane, Me Tarzan

A Tiger At 50

Late Home Coming

E-Mail Attachment

Hidden Agenda

Two Male Visitors

Tom And Shirley

Beach Adventure

Betsy

Libby

Jane, Trish & I

Vietnam

Seduction Backfires

By Special Invitation

Seducing Judy

Carola, Trish And I

Misguided Hunters

Carmen & Blackie

In An English Country House

Dancing For Invisible Visitors

In Need

Sexy Dude

The Bank Manager

Sarah

Hunting Season

Friday Night With Cathy

Visiting A Lesbian Hang-Out

Feeling Horny

On A Warm Summer’s Night

Playing Squash

Hubby And Wife Come To Visit

Strange Arrangements

Ecstasy

Late At Night

The Sweet Feeling Of Anticipation

Subway Encounter

Art School In Nyc

Gang-Bang Party

My Lover’s

Mysterious Exploits

In Fear Of Homosexuality

Seducing A Shy Married Woman

Help! The Director`S Wife Has Her Eye On Me

Blossoming

Being Followed

Weird, Weird!

In The Woods

Red Light District

An Unwanted Visitor

Cling-On

Forest Encounter

From Clapping To Touching

Impaled

Elaine Visits Us

Advice On How To Turn Bisexual

Lesbian Disco

Going To A Fruitful Party

Walking Along The Atlantic Coast

Crying Fit

Another Fisherman

An Admirer

Aunt Erika

Candlelight Bar

Bored In Nyc? Your Fault!

Determined Woman

Sex And Religion

Driving In The Nude

Oriental Flavor

Dressing Sexy

Meeting An Old Friend

Naked Man

Sitting Position

Back Position

Just Teasing

Regrets

What To Do With Honey?

Drunk Car Ride

Tall And Thin

Feasting On Two Jane`S

A Sex Toy Is Not Enough

Peter The Painter

Toronto Ripper

Curious Cherie

Bar Lady Irene

How Horny Can One Get?

Wrong Thinking

A Hot Lady Can Easily Make A Fool Of You.

A Wife, Hot Or Not Hot, Can Make A Fool Of You Too

Two Men

You Sit On His Lap, While I…

Should We Invite A Bisexual?

Waiting For You In Bed

Aunt Gina’s Hand

Driving Home In A Pick-Up

Annette

The Fisherman Is Bad For Me, But…

Movie Time

Photo Session

How Did You Seduce Carola?

Supermarket Encounter

Attention! Campers Nearby!

Advice Ignored

Lobby Encounter

Coupling With Couples

Riding Me

End Of The Conference

Wild Party

Trish Meets This Middle-Aged Man…

Patsy Meets Cheryl

Women!

My Best Friend

The Irresistible Actress

Ancient Meeting Place

Is This True?

Petting While Eating

Naked Men Parading

A Dusky Bar Setting

Bisexual Peculiarities

Wild Party

Sweet!

Sue

Truckers Rest Stop

Out Of A Local Newspaper

Peculiarly Odd

A Party Out Of Control

When She Was Good, She Was Very, Very Good, But…

Shelley

Sun-Bathing On A Rock

No News

Bill

Does Inexperience Mean Innocent?

Femme Fatale

Searching For A Woman

Anette

Tall, Slim And Hungry

Bedtime

Jane’s Exuding Personality

Changing Roles: You Man, I Woman

Draped Over The Backseat

Vera

Midnight Visitor

Friday Night

Just Colleagues

Midnight Drive

Looker Or Hooker?

Auntie Seduces Me

Katarina

Elaine

M & T: My Seductresses

1.

POOR HELGA

Helga came over and started crying after just a few minutes of small talk. He is betraying me, she said, I think he has a woman in all the cities he regularly goes to for his company. I know it, I can smell it. When he comes home, he smells of sex, it gets me quite mad.

Grace and I know better. What Helga says is pure projection. Helga makes her husband do all the things she desperately wants to do herself but lacks the courage to do. In our combined opinion, Helga leads a vicarious life. When she visits us, we have her sit between us on the sofa. Initially we soothe her with words. Then we stroke her gently. Poor Helga, we say. She stops crying. She visibly enjoys our attention and our strokes. Oh that feels good, she mumbles. We smile at each other and at her and go on stroking her hair, her cheeks, her neck, then a bit further down, her sides, her hip bones, her thighs. Helga purrs by now.

Grace puts out a finger and gently tickles Helga’s nipple which sticks out of her sweater enticingly. Oh, don’t do that, she cries delightedly. I do the same on my side. Helga sighs deeply and puts her head back to enjoy our caresses. Soon she starts to breathe deeply and begins to moan. We look at each other meaningfully. She is ours, our looks say, let’s have some fun. And we did. Half an hour later, Helga could not talk any more but only moan because of what we were doing to her. When she goes home the next morning, she smiles and asks us shyly if she could come visit us again. When my husband goes on his next business trip, she almost whispers. Should we have said no, you can’t come? Of course not. It would not have been fair to Helga.

2.

PRISSY FRANCES

I know you hate Frances. She dresses as if she was a teenager, while in reality she is going on forty. To tell the truth, I do not like her very much myself. She is so prissy. But I sense a deep-seated so far suppressed sexuality in her. She is not what she pretends to be. We agree that if we can get that little presumed sex bomb to explode, we could have a lot of fun with her. Let’s give it a try, you say. When she comes, dressed in jeans and a flimsy top, we invite her to go for a walk through the woods that surround our house. The walk relaxes us. I mix Frances a stiff sweet-tasting drink. As expected, she likes it, because it tastes good. She asks for a refill, later for another one. Soon Frances starts talking in a raunchy language. That pissing job really goes on my nerves, she shouts. Or: As bank manager, I can’t go to bed with any man, since they all know me and seem to know each other. I find this most frustrating. I mean, if I do give in and go to bed with them, what do I say when they come for a loan the next morning? You see my predicament? We look at each other meaningfully and let her talk.

While talking excitedly, Frances changes her stance. She sits on the couch cross-legged; her short skirt is way up. We can see the white flesh of her thighs framed by black garter belts. Her hands are on her hips; she has the habit of stroking them while she talks. Do bank managers not know about sign language? Frances will explode all by herself, I am thinking We better move in and become the beneficiaries of that explosion. We sit closer to her, one of us on each side, and go on stroking her gently and seemingly absent-mindedly. It works perfectly. Frances soon starts to swoon. She takes off her thick glasses. Her painted mouth is half open by now, her head thrown back. She coos. She enjoys our gentle stroking. We get bolder, touch her vital spots. As expected, she cries out delightfully. Eventually, we pull off her sweater. She even helps. Get that damn thing off me, she shouts. We tickle her breasts. She closes her eyes. Next, we take off her bra. We each take one breast into our hands and tease and lick her nipple, again and again, while we at the same time gently massage her full breasts. She gives off little shouts of delight and encouragement. The time comes, when we pull down her skirt in one swoop, together with her tiny black panties. Frances takes off her glasses. A sign that we are getting to her. She automatically opens her legs a bit more to give us better access to her treasure grove.

Frances excites us. We stand up and slowly undress ourselves before her eyes. She watches with drunken interest. I stand up and move to the side of her. She turns her head and looks short-sightedly at my shiny, erect pleasure stick. Frances snaps for it, like a turtle would snap for a fly. Concurrently, you are on your knees between her legs, busying yourself between her thighs. As a response, she presses your head further into her lap with one hand, while she balls me with the other and sucks my precious one with vigour. Hungry Frances responds to our every move. Later on, we take her up to the king-size bed and put her into the middle. Now we really get to work on her.

Frances gets very loud. She seems to be full of hot embers. We change positions frequently. Every so often we turn Frances around. She likes it all and is always eager for more. I do not even get a chance to spoil you a bit too. Frances demands all our attention. When she leaves early in the morning, to be the first person in the bank, there is not one square inch of her, inside and out, we have not touched, stroked, kissed; or one opening we have not made love to. She had countless orgasms. She must be all drained. Poor Frances. What kind of a husband does she have, we ask ourselves. We never saw him. Wow, you say, when she is gone, what a volcano that Frances has proved to be. We sleep till noon to recover. Our relationship lasted. Frances looked after our finances, we reciprocated by looking after her bodily desires. In this way we all benefited.

3.

SIGHING SARAH

Sarah is hostile towards me. She is hostile because she is jealous. So I avoid her. When she visits us, she leaves when I arrive. She only stays, if you ask her to. You would wink at me and say: Surely you have something else to do. Go paint the boat. I would get the message and disappear. What did you do with her, I ask you later, after Sarah has left. You must really get to her, for her to be so possessive of you and so defensive toward me. You are silent for a bit, thinking. We are never loud when we make love, you finally say. Maybe I help her grow up and behave like the 20-year old woman she is.

When the weather gets really hot, you both walk about in bikinis. When you think yourselves to be alone on the beach, you both take your top off. When you thought yourself alone in the house, you both took top and bottom parts off. I liked the view; from the front, two bushel of dark hair and two pears of different sizes. From the back four round, well-shaped bums that sway gently when you walk. You were good for Sarah. You made her sigh. I only wished, I could join and make you sigh too. But that was not possible while you were with Sarah. So I made you sigh later.

It worked. The more Sarah sighed, the more you sighed when Sarah was gone and we were in bed together. Once Sarah snuck up on us unexpectedly, right in the middle of deep sighs. We moved away from each other quickly. She was not to know about our relationship. She might not have come back. Later I thought I heard you sigh again, but I must have been mistaken. Or, had Sarah learned to make you sigh too? Probably. I sighed myself when I heard both of you sigh. I could even imagine and interpret Sarah’s sighing without your help. The gist of it was, that Sarah’s sighing made all of us sigh more often and more deeply.

4.

TWO TIMES TWO IS FOUR

Bobo pulled me up from the sofa. Let us dance, he said. He held me close. Dora and Anna sat next to each other on the couch, observing us, sniggering, making slide comments. Go for it, Dora, Bobo’s wife, would shout. Initially, he paid no attention to her. But then I felt him open my belt. He slipped one hand into my pants and underpants and kneaded my buttocks. I breathed hard, not knowing how to react. Bobo pulled me closer. I put one arm around his neck. What are you doing to me? I breathed into his ear. He did not respond. I felt his finger probe the valley between my buttocks, focusing on one point. Looking quickly at our wives, I saw Anna, my beloved, slip one hand under Dora’s short skirt. The women were no longer looking at us, they played their own game.

Gingerly, I let one of my hands travel down Bobo’s front. As I suspected, Bobo had a giant erection. I unzipped him and slid my hand into his pants. He wore no underpants. I massaged his precious one. It was all slippery. I must have excited him. A quick look at the women showed them kissing each other, while stroking the other’s upper thighs. I sank to the floor and took Bobo’s Lollipop into my mouth. My dear wife immediately copies me by kneeling between Dora’s open lap licking and kissing her passionately. The women’s love making excited Bobo so much, that he pulled me up, turned me around and entered me that way.

Dora and I were in heaven. We got loud and cheered our partner on with juicy remarks. Bobo steered me behind the couch and bent me over it. I could now observe my wife’s busy tongue from close up. Dora started to shriek loudly. Her cries of delight made Bobo push his thing faster and deeper into me, so that I too screamed. An hour later, the four of us were so exhausted and drained that we fell asleep in a bundle on our king-sized bed. Oh, what a night! were Bobo’s last words before he fell asleep.

5.

TRISH AND THE FISHERMAN

The setting: A small island with a two-story house on it. Trish, a university professor, has just arrived. It is vacation time. The sole fisherman, way out on the lake, trying to catch eels, had noticed her arrival. He had made an unsuccessful pass at Trish the year before. When he saw Trish, he immediately forgot about fishing, revved up the motor and headed for the island. Slowly, he advanced toward the house.

Meanwhile Trish, pretending not to mind what was on the fisherman’s mind, had opened all curtains. She was just stepping out of the shower stall. She went to the mirror and looked at herself. Had the window been open, he would have been able to touch her. As things were, he could only see her. She toweled her hair. The tips of her breasts were hard, he noticed. Now she dried herself between her legs. Very nice, he thought with a throbbing feeling in his lower section. I wish her towel would be my hand, he was thinking. He imagined his hand between her legs, and nearly had an orgasm. Trish painted her toe nails now. Athletic as she was, she had one foot up on the counter. A very nice view, thought the fisherman, now imagining himself standing behind her, supporting her, but not with his hands.

Trish put the towel like a turban around her head. She slipped into her high-heeled boudoir shoes, not suitable for a vacation, but necessary because of the spiders that had settled there during the last 10 months, and walked naked back into the living room, presumably not having the least idea that she was being watched. The dogs would notice, if someone was out there and bark, she thought. But a storm was brewing up and the dogs were hiding under the table. The fisherman watched Trish, as she sat down on the couch, still naked, a drink in one hand and a smoke in the other. If I could be her cigarette, he thought, or her drink! He sighed. Trish got up and went to the kitchen, adjusting the towel on her head. A lovely sight, he thought. Her breasts were swinging gently, her lap was one big invitation, and her bushel of pubic hair acted like a focus he could not take his eyes off.

How can I best seduce this arrogant academic, he asked himself, while he observed Trish wandering about the open concept house, doing her thing, including emptying the dishwasher, which gave him a few excellent mental pictures, when she bent and stretched. I want to be not only with her, he thought, I want to be in her! She must not know that I have watched her. She would never open the door if she knew he was watching. I must come up with a different plot. He stood there, musing, while massaging himself, his eyes on Trish’s bum, which he found particularly attractive. A great position, he thought, I must try that with her, if I ever get into the house and her.

He went to the side of the house, where the couch stood. There she sat, drink in hand, still naked, a book in front of her face. He came closer to the window and looked at her legs, her lap and her full breasts. When she put her drink down, she leaned forward and put a hand on her thighs. Quite automatically, while her attention was focused on the book, she began to stroke first her thighs, then her breasts. Sweat broke out of his forehead. How can I get at her? No, into her, that is the question he posed to himself. Now Trish was curling her pubic hair around her finger while reading. He had one hand in his pants now. The sight was too much for him. Now both Trish and he played with themselves, one safe and sound inside the house, the other out in by now howling wind and rain.

The fisherman was going quite insane. His hand inside his pants was wet from his animated watching. Trish’s hand now slipped along her fold, touching it lightly. The other hand moved up to her nipples, caressing them, twirling them. Does she know I am here? He asked himself again. She can’t, was his answer. Still, I have the feeling she is putting on a show for me. Why am I out in the rain and she safely in side? He had an inspiring thought. He took all his clothes off. There he stood now, stark naked, still in the rain, His precious one stuck out in front of him, his body wet, the cold rain pelting him. He walked to the front door. I must try it, he told himself. He positioned himself before the door and knocked.

The dogs started to bark. Trish got up and put on her green morning coat. She went to the door. She recognized the fisherman from last year. He was naked. Look at that tail of this guy, a real giant love machine, was the first thought she had. What does he want? Stupid question. I know what he wants. I am aroused myself, not from seeing him naked, but from twirling my pubic hair. That action does something to me. What shall I do now? Let him in? It is terrible weather outside and he is dripping wet. What are you doing here? She yelled through the gap in the door. She pushed the dogs away. Her morning coat opened from the tussle with the dogs, showing him what he so badly desired. Oh, well, she thought, I cannot send him home in this weather. There is a howling wind and I know that his boat is tiny and the motor old.

She opened the door. He came in. A puddle formed where he stood. She chased the dogs away. They seemed to recognize the fisherman from last year. After sniffing him here and there, they calmed down. She had not bothered closing her coat again. After all, he is naked too, she reasoned. Why should I not be. What was going to happen was inevitable anyway. They had made love before, a year ago. So they knew each other. She noticed him look at her. His sturdy thing rose again. Quite a machine, Trish thought, a challenge really. She imagined it in her. A hot spell overcame her. She gave him a towel. He toweled himself. Where is your clothes, she asked. Outside. Want to get it? No, no, it is all wet, it can stay there for a while, he answered. I get you a drink, she said. The bottle stood on the table. Trish sat down, covering herself superficially. He came over, a big, strong fellow, and sat down next to her, without a stitch of clothing. That is how I like it, Trish thought, looking again at his sturdy instrument. He has what women want when they are in need, she mused.

He noticed her look. His thing promptly rose. When Trish bent down to pour him another drink, her coat fell open again, as planned. She left it like that. Might as well, she thought, it will soon come off anyway. She crossed her legs. She enjoyed the prickling feeling in her loins. She sipped her drink while she looked at his joy to women. A big pinkish-purplish tip he had, quite slimy. Not from the rain either, she mused. Control yourself, Trish, she said to herself. She let one of her breasts peak out. It was enough to ensure that his thing would not decrease in size. Sure enough, it stayed upright. Trish noticed him look at her breasts, both of which tended to peek out, depending on how she moved. She moved her breasts to ensure that his tail stayed up. It is the only thing men have to offer women, she was thinking. And it has to be stiff. Limp, it is of no use. She moved her legs a few times, until her pubic hair showed. He stared at her, glass in hand, looking at her vital spots which she showed him, bit by bit, twisting and turning, playing him like she played her piano.

Things heated up. Well, Trish said to the fisherman. Since you are naked, I guess I should take my coat off too. She did, taking her time. She stood up and took off her morning gown, then sat down again. She sat in one corner of the couch, he in the other. He breathed hard. Trish very slowly uncrossed her legs and put one foot onto the edge of the couch. She looked at him with raised eyebrows. He stared at her open crotch. He touched his tail and played with it. Trish immediately touched herself and played with herself. Each watched the other. In no time they both got very horny. Now they were both masturbating, watching the other. No, no, cried Trish. I don’t want you to come and then go home again. Come over here.

He got up, came around and stood in front of her. She looked at it. Will it fit into my mouth? She asked herself and tried it. Yes, it fit, barely, and it tasted good. He put his hand on her head, stroked it, then bent down, touched her breasts and played with her nipples. Trish stopped sucking. His skillful hands did her in. She had not had a man for some time. She took it again into her mouth and sucked him more vigorously, while playing with his heavy balls. He bent down further and put a finger into Trish. It came out wet. He slid it along her slit and clit. She stopped sucking when came the first time. Eyes glazed, mouth open, she pressed her thighs together, not letting go of his fingers, nearly breaking them.

Trish fell back, she was temporarily exhausted. He moved the table a bit to the side, got to his knees, opened her legs a bit more and started to kiss her moist opening. He made quite a bit of noise doing so. He lapped up all her juices. He was starved and could not get enough of her. He used his tongue to lick her everywhere. Hmm, Trish thought, I must remember that about him: he likes to lick up my juices and inhale my odor. He got up and stood again before her. There was his thing, invitingly stiff, right in front of her mouth, teary eyed. She dried his tears with her tongue. But before she could really get going, he pushed Trish roughly down onto the sofa and got on top of her. Trish, hot and expectant by now, opened her legs wide to accommodate him. She felt him deep in her. Wonderful. His rhythm and the force of his thrusts inspired her. He really knows how to satisfy a woman, she thought. I like his coarseness. Later she went down to her knees on the couch, while he knelt on the floor and took her from behind. Again, he pummeled her hard. Again, she enjoyed him. Her breasts were flying and her mouth was open. The pained expression on her face was an expression of pure lust. His big machine got to her. He kept her there until she screamed and begged for release.

The evening progressed. He came four times, twice in her pussy and the other times in her mouth. She came six times, she was so starved, that it did not take much for her to come again and again. Then he did something surprising. He went out into the rain, picked up his dripping, soggy clothes and went naked to his boat. She heard the motor for a while; then it stopped. He had reached the shore. Oh well, she thought, he must know what he is doing. She went back to bed and fell asleep immediately. The next morning she woke up from a strange dream. She dreamed a naked man had stood in front of her porch door wanting in.

6.

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

We had been neighbors in a high-rise for several years without ever exchanging a single word. All I knew of the Brown’s was that they were both, like me, in their early forties, and that he was some kind of civil servant, while she seemed not to work. One day I met Sylvia Brown at the house bar, by house bar I mean that the bar was mainly frequented by the owners of the 100 or so apartments who lived in the building.

I had a hard day and needed a drink. I put on something slinky and took the high-speed elevator down to the commercial part of the building. There Mrs. Brown sat, all alone. I am rather introverted and not very good at small talk. But before I could escape, she beckoned to me to sit on the chair next to her. Reluctantly and stiffly, I slipped onto the bar stool. She offered me her hand and introduced herself as Betty. I am Sylvie, I told her.

We relaxed. Nobody said anything. Then we started to talk and ordered round after round of Bourbon. I looked at Betty from the side. She did not show her age. Oddly, she said the same about me. You look fabulous, she crooned. And the silk dress you wear. How attractive. She touched the fabric with her hand. I felt her hand acutely. She left it there, while we continued talking. I got used to it. Eventually I found the courage to reciprocate. I put my hand on her knee and stroked it unobtrusively. We looked into each other’s’ eyes. A familiar sinking feeling came over me. You have wonderful eyes, Betty said. You too, is all I could make myself say. Betty now stroked my thighs, while I stroked her knees. We ordered another round of drinks. And then another.

Our hands became more daring. What foreplay, I was thinking. We looked into each other’s eyes. Mine were blue, hers green. She bent forward to give me a good look into her décolleté. I reciprocated by opening two more buttons of my blouse. Oh, honey, she said, I cannot wait. I forced myself not to say for what? We both knew that we would end up in bed. Eventually we got up rather unsteadily. My place or yours? Betty asked. Mine is closer, I said. Oh honey, she said, putting her arm around my shoulder, let’s go. The female bartender could not prevent herself from shouting have a good one after us. She was envious.

Betty looked my place over. It was rather spacious and expensively decorated. Let’s dance, she said. I put on music and we danced, closely, breast to breast. I felt her hand on my bum. She massaged it skillfully. She got me all itchy. Why had I not met this woman before? Then she kissed me. On the dance floor! Our tongues intertwined. She had opened my skirt. It slipped to the ground. Betty wasted no time. She speared me with two fingers. I kissed her more passionately. Take my top off, she ordered. I obeyed. Now the bra! She had large, beautifully shaped breasts.

I played with them, massaging and kissing them, while Betty slipped another finger into me. With the other hand she massaged my melting bum, not forgetting to slip her middle finger a bit up my bum. Betty had conquered me. I kissed her wildly. Oh, honey, she said. We will have so much fun together. A good thing we met. We will be lovers. I will not let you go.

In bed, we assumed all kinds of interesting positions. She would strap on a dildo and had me sit on her lap, breast to breast, while she grabbed my buttocks