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It had taken me nearly three days of sleeping and eating fresh food to get the feel of the desert out of my system and off my skin. Now I was heading for the open moors of the Northern Counties. I had been debriefed by my unit and I had, in my turn, debriefed a couple of the divorced ladies of the town to ease an itch that sleep and good food couldn’t ease.

Money was no problem. I hadn’t been anywhere that I could spend any for eight months and that had been my third similar tour in three years. I could live like a prince during my leave, but I had other plans. It was mid-September and I had twenty eight days of leave in which to re-acquaint myself with my home environment and I wasn’t wasting a moment of that time.

I was having a hiking and camping holiday such as those I used have as a youth, which was why I was now carefully picking my way alongside a river which was rapidly rising because of the storm and cloudburst conditions that had begun two hours earlier.

This had not been mentioned when I’d checked the weather reports for this area prior to setting out this morning.

I’d spent years hiking and camping around this area as a teenager so I was now hurriedly making my way to a cave which I knew would provide shelter from any storm conditions.

There is a rock wall blocking this valley with a waterfall down the face and a steep, slippery, pathway to the top of the cliff, which in places was actually an almost vertical climb. I found a soaked and shivering woman at the foot of the climb.

“What happened?”

“I slipped and went under the waterfall.”

This was no place or time for introductions. I hoisted her to her feet, shoved her up the path and started up the climb which meant that, at times, my head was firmly wedged between her thighs and against her soft underside.

In other circumstances we both might have enjoyed this, but she needed to get dry and warm before hypothermia set in. I was already carrying a large backpack of my own and the one she had was not much smaller so, even though she was small and light, I had a struggle to get us to the top before my strength went.

Once at the top she tried to lie down, but I dragged her across the heather to a large rock, behind which was a narrow ledge. This lead to a cave which was as weather proof as any cave I’d ever seen. The entrance was a narrow slot which was the start of a sinuous passage, five metres long and sloping upwards.

She obviously knew about the cave because she eased her way along the ledge without hesitation.

Before I did the same I took a LED light from my pack, switched it on, and then entered to begin the task of getting her warm and dry before she became a medical problem.

I opened my pack, pulled a tube from the centre of my pack which was in fact a sleeping bag wrapped in a ground sheet which I spread on the floor. Pulling a towel out for her, I told her get her boots off before standing on the ground sheet, and then take the rest of her clothes off.

“What?”

“Get your kit off and start drying yourself while I sort some warm stuff for you to put on. I take it all your gear is soaked?”

“Some stuff is in plastic ‘Ziploc’ bags but nothing warm. Even so, I’m not stripping in here with you around.”

I did my imitation of a conjurer and pulled out a large mug and a self-heating tin of broth. I pulled the tab on the tin and a minute later poured the hot broth into the mug and turned to give it to her.

“Get that inside you and get your clothes off or I’ll do it for you. I’m not after your body; I just don’t fancy having to get you to a hospital if you don’t do it now. You’re shivering and shaking, soon you’ll turn blue and it won’t suit you, so be sensible.”

As I spoke I began to strip my own wet outer clothing off so that I could get dry and into something warm.

“Turn round; I’m not stripping with you staring at me.”

“I said be sensible, I’m also wet and cold and in no mood to prat around with your modesty issues.”

“It’s not modesty; I’m embarrassed because I’ve never undressed in front of a man.”

“Well I suggest you use this opportunity to get that problem out of the way because the outcome will be nothing like what will happen when you do it in more normal circumstances. I’m not standing here with baited breath, but I am getting colder and angrier, so move it.”

She turned away from me and started removing her clothing as I found some stuff for her to wear. She had a towel so now I found a warm shirt, a sweater, and some thick socks for her. I told her to take them and as she turned to reach for them she revealed two things.

The first was that although she wasn’t flat chested; she possessed lovely nipples, pink and erect, but on top of small breasts. I was surprised at how erotic that was.

The second thing she revealed was that, despite her never having undressed in front of a man before, she was extremely interested in what I looked like in the genital department. I know this because she never took her eyes of that area of my canlı bahis şirketleri body.

I do admit to carrying out a quick inspection of her body. She was slim, and despite her small breasts she was very definitely female. Her waist, hips, thighs and buttocks were all any man could wish to see.

Once she’d donned my offerings, she opened her soaking rucksack and pulled out a plastic bag which held her underwear and was, naturally enough, a lot happier. Unfortunately she was still without dry trousers and I provided my spare trousers, which were far too large, but at least they covered the areas that were making me sweat. .

I gave her a LED lamp of her own, showed her to the ‘liquids only’ toilet hole, at the rear of the cave. When she returned, I told her to get in the sleeping bag, which she did. Her mood rapidly changed when I slid in beside her and zipped the bag closed. It took some force to stop her struggling so that I could explain that she needed warmth and I was the only source of that.

She was shivering violently and finally allowed me to hold her tightly, from behind, so that she got some warmth from my body. Then we drifted off to sleep.

I do believe that if there had been any room for manoeuvre in the bag, I would have been pulped. I awoke to the experience of being battered in the face from the pounding that the back of her head was giving it. She was struggling to turn, but was unable to do so and had resorted to yelling at me to ‘get my filthy paws off her’.

That was when I realized that my hands had taken up the position that any man’s hands would take up if he was holding a woman, from behind, in bed. I had not gone beneath any clothing, I had not in fact, touched any flesh, but my hands were over her chest and she’d panicked.

It took time to calm her and get her to realize that I had been asleep and had not attempted to grope her. She ceased struggling, but asked me to open the sleeping bag as she needed to get up. I did as she asked, but as she struggled to a sitting position her hands went onto my groin which at that moment was sporting a ‘stiffy’.

She probably had no idea that this was caused because I also needed to use the ‘facility’, no matter how basic it was. I tried to move myself to lessen the contact, but she’d already grasped the situation, and I think she enjoyed it, I know I did.

She gasped, but instead of leaping up, she hung on.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“That depends on what you think it is. It is me, but it is caused by a need to pass water so please let go of it and hurry up with your toilet so that I can revert to a more relaxed mode.”

We spent the next hour packing everything away and exiting the cave to find that although the rain had long since stopped, there was still a wind to contend with.

As we hiked across the moor I found that she had been intending to go into the next village and put up there for the night, but the storm had progressed so quickly she knew she’d never make it. Instead she’d headed for the cave which she knew of but had never been to, which is where I came in.

“My name is Lisa; I’m a computer systems security analyst. I’m from Bristol, and if you make any joke about that then I shall hit you and hate you. Where are we going? I need to eat and bathe and dry my kit out.”

“We’re going to the village you were heading for, there’s a café there that does all day breakfasts and then we’re going a little further to a hiker’s base camp-site which is run by a…friend, and at this time of the year she’ll have vacancies.

You’ll have a bed, a bathroom and access to laundry facilities. I’m Max; I was born and raised in the village we’re going to. My family used to farm around here, but dad had had enough and mother wanted sun and sea so they sold up and now live in Spain.”

“I’m sorry for being so rude and thankless last night. I’ve never experienced being spoken to so forthrightly before, and you were doing your best to help me. I’m not going to apologise for this morning though, you were stroking me.”

“For that, I apologise. Even though I was unaware of my action I realize that it can’t have been pleasant knowing that you were trapped with a sex crazed monster and couldn’t escape his clutches.”

“You’re making fun of me. You may have had loads of experiences, but I never have, and I was scared.”

“Once again I apologise, it had never occurred to me that a woman as pretty and as shapely as you, would have never experienced close, intimate contact. I make too many assumptions; I suppose being in the forces does that to a man.”

“About that other thing that happened; I have to apologise for grabbing your… err… member, I couldn’t believe how big and hard it was. I was so embarrassed when I realized what I’d done.”

“I don’t know about you, but I enjoyed it. If you want to carry out an analysis of that incident, be my guest.”

She was saved from having to reply because we’d reached the cafe. It was owned by one of my old school pals so we had a chat canlı kaçak iddaa about the latest happenings in the village, very few of any noteworthiness. My ‘friend’ Sheila, had been very successful with her ‘Hiker’s and Ramblers Camp’, which pleased me as I knew it was something she’d always wanted to set up.

After we’d eaten, we went on our way again. It was a quiet walk to the campsite, I had the feeling that Lisa had reached a fork in her particular path, and this hardened into certainty when she asked me for my age and occupation.

“I’m thirty and I’m a member of Her Majesties Armed Forces. You can have my Number and rank if you wish, you already know my name.

“I’m gay.”

“I’m feeling happy myself after that breakfast.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t understand what I said. I’m telling you because I don’t want you to think that I’m a total novice, I’ve just never been involved with males. I prefer females.”

“Well we agree on something then, I also prefer females. Why did you feel the need to tell me that you have had sexual experiences of whatever kind, and what did my age and occupation have to do with the release of that information?”

“You really don’t believe in making a difficult situation any easier for someone do you?”

“I honestly wasn’t aware that there was a difficult situation. You wanted to tell me something I had no need to know, and I wondered why.”

At that moment we were arriving at the entrance to the camp so the subject went onto the back burner, but I was very interested in what her answer would be.

Once Sheila had recovered from the surprise at our arrival, especially mine, and I’d recovered from the hugs and kisses which were lavished upon me it turned out that we were more than welcome to stay for as long as we wished because, now that the school holidays were over, the place was empty.

The cabins were in the process of being refurbished in readiness for next the year, but we could have one of the completed cabins which were sited at the rear of site. As the cabins were sited behind hedges they had a degree of privacy not normally found on camp sites.

Apparently these were normally referred to as ‘lover’s lairs, information which was imparted with a questioning look at me, especially when she said that the bed was new but I just grinned and said that it wasn’t likely to be put under any undue strain then.

Sheila led us to a cabin, made sure the gas heating and electricity was on and said she’d expect us at her house, which was the bungalow we’d passed on the way up the drive, at seven o’clock as she was going to treat us to dinner at her place.

All we wanted was a bath and some quality sleeping time. As we waited for the hot water to be ready we sorted our packs. Lisa’s clothes were all soaked, so they were destined for the washing machine. There was a supply of washing powder along with a fairly new washing machine so we were good to go.

Lisa had her soak, and to be honest, I was surprised at how soon she re-appeared.

“I know you’re just as cold and tired as I am, so I’ll save the real soak for tomorrow. Please be quiet when you’ve finished, I want to get some sleep.”

I bathed; I crawled into bed, smiled at the two pillows down the centre of the bed and drifted off to sleep.

I had never been masturbated whilst I was asleep, so this was a very pleasant and refreshing addition to my awakening experiences. I opened my eyes to the view of a very pert bottom beside my face as Lisa knelt alongside me. As I lay there, pretending to be asleep, she moved to get between my legs and I felt a warm, wet sensation on my cock. I focused my eyes and could see Lisa kneeling between my legs, with her head moving up and down over my cock.

She had about half of my 8 inches in her hot mouth. I could pretend no longer. The feeling was wonderful. She continued to suck for a few minutes before pulling her mouth away to allow her to change position and squat over my hard cock which she was guiding to the entrance to her vagina so that she could fuck me at her pace.

Her pace was slow. And we both savoured every tiny sensation as she raised and lowered herself along my shaft. She asked me to massage her breasts as she rode me, with her eyes closed. It was soft and gentle until I rolled her erect nipples between my finger and thumbs. That triggered an enormous climax causing her to collapse in a heap on top of me. Fortunately, I managed to refrain from filling her with my sperm as she did this, and I decided that this was exactly the right moment to see if she really did prefer females, because what I’d just experienced appeared to indicate that she wasn’t a total novice around the male member.

I rolled her over onto her back, and spread her long legs apart. I didn’t waste any time in getting between them, and my still erect cock found its own way to her vaginal entrance. It was a tight fit so I took her gently, easing my rigid cock slowly into that hot, moist tunnel.

Once I was fully inside her, I rested for a moment and canlı kaçak bahis then withdrew until only my helmet was inside her. I immediately thrust the whole length of my erection back down her tunnel until I met her cervix at which point I stopped moving and just rocked her. After a minute or two she tried to lift her pelvis and whispered.

“Please.”

I pulled back and then began to use my cock as she wanted me to. I slid in and out of her body with ever increasing speed as she thrust her pelvis up to meet my groin coming down. She was a furnace and I stoked her until she erupted once again with her legs wrapped around me and her arms holding me close to her until her spasms subsided.

Once Lisa had recovered some composure she disappeared into the bathroom for an hour, and on her return, all pink and feminine she asked me lie in my back. Intrigued, I did as asked, and as soon as I’d done that, she straddled my head. She had a hand wrapped around my cock, which immediately began to become erect, and was just lowering her mouth onto the head of my cock as I very quickly lifted her up, slid my hands between her thighs and forced them apart as I lowered her back down.

I could now see, smell, and taste her vagina and as my tongue speared into that burning orifice she moaned.

She moaned, she squirmed and she forced herself onto my mouth and tongue at this end of my body as she forced her mouth down my erection at the other end. I licked, I nibbled, and I sucked that hot, soft, and oh so sweet, offering. She began to pant, I began to thrust my erection upwards until, once again, our two worlds exploded, and she produced an orgasmic jet of her own for me to savour.

She climbed off me and set about making us a cup of coffee as I headed for a quick pee and a shower.

When I returned, Lisa pointed to the living room. I entered to find Sheila sitting in an armchair with a big smile and a bag. She handed the bag to me as she explained that she’d realized that Lisa didn’t have any outer clothing to wear until her stuff was dry and ironed, and so, because her partner was around the same size as Lisa, she’d raided her wardrobe for something suitable for the evening, and brought it up to the cabin.

She’d assumed we’d be fast asleep and not wanting to disturb us, she’d let herself in to put the bag where we’d find it in the living room. We’d been so engrossed in our activities that we heard nothing so she’d been treated to a very arousing scene. It had been all the more surprising as she’d interpreted my earlier comment to mean that we were not an item.

Sheila advised me that she really wanted an invitation to participate in any sequels. Turning to Lisa, she asked her if she had a problem with that suggestion.

Lisa smiled and said that she and I had merely been scratching an itch, and as she had been living with a confirmed Lesbian for the past year, she had absolutely no problem with finding out if she’d still got stuff to learn.

Sheila headed for the door, but as she departed she told us that her partner had gone home for a couple of weeks to see her parents, which meant that the nights had become long and empty.

As Lisa opened the bag and inspected its contents, I brought up the subject of inconsistencies in her claim to be inexperienced around men. She pointed out that; as a lone girl, closeted in a cave with a six foot male who appeared to be overly keen to get her undressed, she had to use every means possible to appear unappealing.

“Well my love, that didn’t work. You looked, and you still do, very appealing indeed. What excuse do you have to explain the accomplished manner in which you got me to take part in one of the most satisfying fuck sessions that I can recall?”

“I may not have lots of ‘hands on’ experience with men, but I can watch porn like anyone else. It doesn’t take a genius to work out what goes where, and when. I had a couple of bad experiences with boys as a teenager and decided that other females were much nicer, cleaner and show more tenderness than the males. I was correct as well.”

“If that was an example of a practical exam then I would love to help you with your education, because I want to be involved in your final degree exam.”

“What that comment about participating in any sequels? I’m not keen on threesomes at all, and certainly not with someone who regards the third member as their property.”

“She wouldn’t have said that if she didn’t like you, or if she’d thought that we were seriously together. It was her way of letting us both know what she would like the near future to have in store for her. There is no way she’s going to rekindle what we once had. You are probably being viewed as this evening’s dessert.

“We have a history. Sheila and I were born on the same day, at the same time, we grew up together. We had our first sexual experience together, and we enjoyed it so much that we spent all our free time pleasuring each other to exhaustion every chance we got.

“Dad had an accident on the farm. He had been kicked in the groin by a horse and afterwards he was unable to get any sort of erection, Sheila’s dad happily stepped in and screwed two willing women on a very regular basis. Sheila and I found out, but no one outside of our two families was ever the wiser.

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The trail wound through the woods, making you feel isolated and, at this time of a weekday, it was actually so. David and Julie had met at the trailhead, leaving their parked cars in the small empty lot. Even full there could only be three other cars parked there and neither of them had actually ever seen another car there that wasn’t to meet their small hiking group. Of course, with all the little innuendos and the flirtatious teasing between the two of them, it was only a matter of time before they came up with a reason for just the two of them to meet out there alone.

Once out on the trail, they traded off lead depending on the conditions and David liked following her almost so much that he didn’t pay much attention to where Julie led. He didn’t care. He was enjoying watching her and thinking about what he was going to do once he could get his hands on that body of hers. He also knew he was definitely going to get his hands on her today.

They had been in the hiking group together for years and there had been an instant spark of attraction that had only built up over time. Julie had been seriously involved until a few months ago and he had had his string of flings so their relationship had gone to that place where he talked about sex all the time around her and she gave him suggestions rather than being surprised or shocked by anything he said any more.

It was clear to both of them that if the situation were different they’d have a lot of fire between them but she was beginning to doubt if he was actually attracted to her or just liked the teasing, etc. In fact, with her recent bad breakup she was paying more attention to his random sex comments and had convinced herself that he didn’t necessarily want more than that from her. She knew she had put on about 15 pounds and, while still very curvy, her last relationship ended because her boyfriend just didn’t seem to be interested in taking advantage of her strong sex drive although they had started off very hot. Maybe she just wasn’t David’s type at all. Maybe that was why he felt comfortable saying the things he did to her. All of these defeating thoughts went through her mind as she drove up the mountain and she was seriously second-guessing this hike until she saw him waiting for her. She told herself that it didn’t really matter. She didn’t want a relationship with David and she knew he didn’t want one with her. There’d be too many complications within their group and anything that’d happen would have to be kept secret.

They had been walking about an hour along the twisted trail when David couldn’t stand it any more. They had been laughing at a story about a girl he had briefly dated and who had hated having oral sex performed on her. Julie was saying, in a mocking tone, how nuts that was especially since he had always gone on and on about how good he was at it.

David could see the sweat dripping down the back of her neck and he suddenly wanted her now. She walked ahead of him slowly following the stream and he decided this was a perfect place to see how far he could take this. “Maybe I should just show you?” He reached illegal bahis his hands out to her sides and moved his body up against her as he pulled her tight against him. She gasped as she hadn’t been expecting him to actually touch her and the second she felt his hot hands she knew he wasn’t just teasing this time.

David pulled away briefly to pull off her small backpack and drop his before pulling her back against him again. His hands moved up and crossed to each grab a large handful of her tits. He rubbed his body up against her and felt her push back against him as she arched her back. He could feel her nipples get rock hard and when looking over her shoulder he could look straight down her thin light blue v-neck hiking shirt to be able to see her full DD cups cradled in his palms as his fingers pinched at her nipples poking through the thin material. She may have been self conscious of her slight weight gain but he very much liked what he could see and feel.

His mouth was against her neck and he licked up from her shoulder to breathe against her ear as she blew out softly. Julie’s head was thrown back and as David licked and kissed her neck her hands covered his as they roamed her body. He pushed his knee between her legs as he pulled her up along his body still feeling those big breasts with his hot hands. She was straddling his knee as his hands moved her hips the way he wanted… back and arched farther back. She was clearly very turned on. His cock twitched through his shorts as he began to rub her body against his cock as she pushed hard against him. His left hand continued to hold her hips against him as he slipped his right hand down into her shorts slipping under the panties and right to her already wet aching clit. She was so turned on that his fingers sliding all over her clit and finally slipping deep into her wet pussy was almost enough to bring her to her first climax of the day when he slowed down from the frenzy his fingers had been in just a second ago to very slowly slipping deep into her pussy and slowly fucking her until she began to buck against him and he slipped another finger into her, pinching her clit and rubbing it with his thumb as she began to hold her breath as he fingered her faster and deeper as she began to cum. Ohh, it was sooo good to finally feel his fingers inside her and she came almost too quickly.

David pulled his two fingers out sliding her wetness all over her pussy and clit as he let her slide her feet down to the ground again. He pulled a blanket out of his backpack spreading it out over the very small clearing they stumbled into. He pulled her over to the blanket and she was almost trembling with her need as he laid her back and began pulling off her clothes while kissing her body.

Once she was completely naked David opened Julie’s legs and began to toy with her clit again. She shuddered and moaned as he slipped one finger and then the other into her pussy and back out to slide against her clit again. She was so wet and so turned on that he was giving her multiple mini- orgasms every few minutes as his fingers performed on her illegal bahis siteleri clit and pulsed deep inside again and again. He got her close to cumming, thrusting deeper into her and really finger fucking her when he suddenly pulled his fingers out and slipped his tongue deep into her pussy, flicking her clit and sliding a finger back inside as he licked and sucked all over her wet pussy, feeling her orgasms rush through her body as his tongue licked her deep inside. She came over and over again before she gasped “wait, wait…” and tried to catch her breath. David reluctantly pulled his thick tongue out of her dripping pussy and laid back on the blanket.

She just rested, slowing her breath for just a moment, before her pussy began to cry out for more and she sat up looking over at his still bulging shorts before grabbing either side and lifting the edge up over his prick and sliding the shorts down his legs as his big dick began to twitch in anticipation. She leaned over to his tip as soon as it was clear of the fabric and licked his precum off before sucking the whole thick head into her mouth. He moaned with delight as she grabbed his thickening cock with one hand stroking him as she sucked his dick deeper into her mouth sliding his hard shaft deeper into throat.

Looking down as Julie began to bob up and down sucking and licking his penis, David thrust up as she moaned and he slipped deeper into her mouth again and again. He couldn’t hold back any longer and he began to pump his cum down her throat holding her head and feeling her gobbling him up greedily. David had been dreaming about her sucking him off for years and this was better than anything he had imagined. As she licked him clean, he firmed up quickly and he pulled her up against him to straddle his body. Her pussy slid against his shaft as she sat upright and he could feel her dripping with wanting him. She was very excited and didn’t want to wait any longer, climbing farther up his body so she could slip her pussy down onto his big waiting dick.

Julie gasped as she felt her body slide down onto his still growing shaft and he grabbed her waist pulling her farther down onto his cock. He held her tight against his body grinding up into her wet pussy as she began to thrust and grind against his cock filling her up. David sat up licking her nipples and sucking them into his mouth as his other hand wrapped around her waist pulling her down again as he shoved up into her pulsating pussy. She continued to ride him until she came hard and then hard again when he shifted inside her.

As soon as he began to pull out of her, her pussy tightened down on his shaft and he pushed back deep inside her. He lifted her up as he sat and grabbed her around the shoulders leaning her back as he began to fuck her slippery pussy. She arched her back and he banged her pussy as hard as he could feeling how wet she was and how close she was to exploding yet again. He always knew fucking her would feel good but he was really turned on by how turned on she was. Julie clearly wasn’t worried about someone hearing her cum and that was canlı bahis siteleri really exciting him.

David held her up as he began to use his thumb on her clit as he grinded up deep inside her. She began to push back on his big hard dick faster and as she got louder and he was feeling his own explosion cumming, she grabbed onto his body and fucked against him, feeling him sliding deeper into her wet pussy as she tightened down with her orgasm, fucking him hard and fast as she came again and he thrust one more time before shooting his hot cum deep inside her.

She was dripping with their combined cum as he slid from her and they both laid back on the blanket sweaty and so fucking satisfied. David could smell her sex all over his body and she was still shuddering with her relief when he leaned over her and slid a finger back into her sopping wet cunt. Julie immediately opened her legs as he leaned in and began to lick and suck on her pussy again.

Julie has always loved having her pussy licked and sucked on and has even had a few “relationships” with guys who only did that for her. She can and has requested to just have her pussy licked and fingered and sucked all night long before. Of course, David’s constant bragging about his skills was always a source of great interest and lots of fantasy for Julie and typically left her with wet panties after a hike with him.

He dove his tongue deep into her pussy, bringing her back to reality, licking between her lips and sucking her clit as he slipped a finger deep into her pussy again. As his finger sped up he sucked harder and licked up her clit with the flat of his tongue before diving into her pussy again. Julie surprisingly wanted his cock again, moaning and licking her lips, getting louder with his ministrations.

David always got rock hard at just the idea of her noises but hearing them in person brought him right to the brink too. He quickly moved back up her body licking her nipple as he pushed her legs up and open and slid deep into her pussy feeling his cock being squeezed by her tight cunt as he began to slowly ease all the way out and then drop deep into her burying his dick in her throbbing wetness. This is going to be the big explosion he’s been building towards and he leaned up, grabbing both of her big tits in his hands while pounding his hard cock deep into her. Faster and deeper, he moved into her tight hole. He thrust a few more times as she began to cum loudly, arching against him and finally he released deep inside her, cumming so hard and loudly that he was sure any other hikers within the area were sure to hear them.

They cleaned themselves up and David packed away the sex-stained blanket into the backpack. As they walked back to the trailhead, she handed him a small remote with a twinkle in her eyes. He immediately flips it on and she shudders and her nipples harden again. He’s going to enjoy the hike back knowing that once they’re back at the cars he’ll have his fingers on her clit again. His dick, while not ready yet, twitches thinking about her sucking him in the woods. Meanwhile, Julie is thinking about going down on him again before they leave the trail. He’s bound to turn the vibe up once she’s sucking his cock head into her mouth again. They both keep walking thinking this is going to be one of the best hikes either of them has ever been on.

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I woke sometime later, sweating and shaking, to the sound of rain outside that had now gotten considerably softer, and to the feeling of a swelling orgasm originating between my thighs. There was not much I could do, except arch my back in pleasure and enjoy the feeling of fingers plunging inside me at a fast pace – into both my holes, I noticed with weak surprise – and of a tongue flicking over my clit over and over again. I groaned, hard. My hands grasped the armrest of the couch just in time as my skin flushed from the heat inside me and my body bucked in wild pleasure.

“Yes,” I moaned, not just once, but over and over again, as little explosions went off inside me, building anticipation for the big one that followed them. When it finally came, I arched my back so hard I actually ended up sitting, grasping with my hands frantically for something to hold on to and found a shirt, which they clenched around. I threw my head from left to right and back, the heat in my face getting even stronger when the fiery waves radiated out from my lower body. My legs shook as they subsided slowly, and I was so weak I didn’t manage to do anything but let myself sink back down onto the couch, panting.

“Damn,” said Seth softly, raising himself up from his spot between my legs, and withdrawing his fingers carefully. “You can let go of my shirt now,” he added, and I willed my fingers to unclench. My arms promptly fell to my sides.

“Are you okay?” he asked, coming up to lie beside me. I managed to nod weakly, and smile at him. After I had recovered for a few minutes, I was actually able to talk.

“Holy hell,” I whispered, making Seth laugh.

“That good?”

“Yes. Where did you learn that? No, don’t answer that,” I added after a second’s worth of further consideration. He only laughed some more.

“I’m sorry. It was damn tempting, with you asleep so innocently.” He kissed me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth playfully for a few seconds and letting me taste myself. The he sat up. “I need to wash my hands,” he explained, and vanished towards the door I was pointing to.

I lay back for a few minutes while he cleaned himself up. It had been pleasant enough to be awoken by oral sex, but it had also left me weak in the knees and with my head spinning. When Seth came back, my head still felt fuzzy, but I had recovered enough to sit up and kiss him thoroughly when he came to sit beside me. He put his arms around me, kissing the top of my head lovingly.

“We should probably leave pretty soon,” he noticed, and I looked around for a clock.

“What time is it?”

“About sixth period, I think,” he replied, looking at his watch.

“You let me sleep for that long?”

“You looked like you needed it, sleeping beauty,” he told me and ran one hand through my hair. “I’ll try my best to keep you out of trouble for skipping, I promise.”

“Please do. My mom will kill me slowly and painfully if she finds out.”

Seth laughed and stood up, pulling me with him from the couch. “I can’t let her do that,” he sighed and smiled at me rather ruefully, “I couldn’t stand to see you suffer. A quick and painless death would be much easier on my psyche.”

I boxed him in the ribs, but he took the blow without even changing his facial expression. When I tried again, he caught my arm and twisted away, bringing my arm behind my back in the process. I was smart enough not to try resisting his death grip, but sighed theatrically and relaxed my muscles.

“I give up, idiot,” I announced, rather unimpressed by his maneuver. Seth continued to hold me tight, however, and brought his lips with a series of quick kisses from my neck to my mouth as I turned my head to meet him.

“Hmmm,” I said in reaction to his soft lips, and finally he let me go and I was able to put my arms around his neck while we kissed. Playful at first, our kisses quickly grew more intense as I slid my tongue past his lips and he met it passionately with his own. His hands slid down to cup my ass, squeezing it. I did nothing but to hold on to him and grind my hips against his growing erection. The kiss was loving and intense and it lasted until I pulled away with some effort.

“No time,” I reminded him. He let out an exaggerated sigh and threw his arms up in the air in exasperation.

“You know, it would make much more sense if you just stayed here and pretended to be sick for the rest of the day. If we both get back to school at the same time people might get suspicious, and they’re going to ask questions.”

I didn’t like this at all. “You’re making me miss an entire day of school, Seth! I have AP classes; I can’t just skip them randomly. I’m going to have a hell of a time catching up.”

“Oh, big deal.” He rolled his eyes, and I almost slapped him.

“Look, I don’t care what you think. I’m sure you’ve got your football scholarship to wherever covered already. I depend a bit more on my GPA, and in any case, you’re being a jerk right now! Stop it!”

“Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” bahis firmaları He took a deep breath and sat down on the couch. I didn’t join him, but looked down on him menacingly. The look in my eyes actually seemed to have some effect, because he ducked his head and looked up at me like a little boy who had just been caught trying to steal cookies. I stayed cold, however.

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped thinking about only yourself once in a while.”

“I said I’m sorry!” Seth replied aggressively, losing the little boy look. I opened my mouth to answer, but promptly sneezed.

“Damn. Don’t get sick on me.” Seth stood up and put the blanket from the couch around my shoulders, while I simply stood there, glowering at him. I sneezed again.

“This. Is all. Your fault.” I told him through clenched teeth, while he pressed the box of Kleenex into my hands.

“I’m sorry. For the tenth time. Now lie down and rest, I’ll get your car and your books.”

“Whatever.” I was pissed off now and ready to let him feel it. He only sighed though, and pushed me down onto the couch. He hesitated for a moment, maybe considering if he should kiss me goodbye, but then left the room without another word. I could hear the door shut a few moments later, and lay back onto the couch with a frown. My head did hurt, and Seth was probably right about me staying in bed. I just couldn’t get over my annoyance with him, and I didn’t plan on being any nicer to him when he got back.

***

As a matter of fact, Seth never did come back to see me. I waited for a while, finally fell asleep again on the couch, and awoke to the sound of the doorbell ringing up a storm. I wrapped myself in the blanket, cursing because my head spun as I sat up, and went to answer it.

It was Marisol, soaked from head to toe. She squeezed past me, trying to get inside as fast as possible, and I stepped aside a full three seconds too late.

“Is it still raining?” I asked stupidly. She gave me a look that made me shrink several inches while she removed her wet shoes. I helped her, holding her steady when she almost lost her balance.

When I noticed how badly she was shaking, I ran to get another blanket from the hallway closet and came back to find her wrapped in the one that Seth had left on a chair. I put the second blanket around her as well, and we went to sit down on the couch in the living room, where the scolding started.

“I’m really mad at you, you know!” Marisol’s eyes were dangerously narrowed, her lips shaking from the cold. “What the hell were you thinking, Jenna? You just vanish from school and leave all your things there, and you don’t even sign out so I couldn’t ask the office staff where you had gone without probably getting you in even more trouble than you’re already in!”

“I’m sorry!” Now it was my turn to apologize, I thought bitterly, and even this was something Seth should be responsible for. “I… I got sick, okay.”

“So sick you couldn’t even sign out or tell anyone? And so sick you just forgot your car in the parking lot? I don’t think so, Jenna!”

“I’m sorry!” I screamed it this time and Marisol was so surprised by this that her mouth hung open for a moment. I buried my face in my hands and tried my best to ignore the sudden urge to cry.

“Jenna,” Marisol said suddenly very softly, putting an arm around me. “Look. I’m worried about you. You haven’t been yourself lately, not going to the football games, keeping secrets from me, now skipping school. This guy you’ve been fooling around with really seems to wreak havoc on you.”

I opened my mouth to defend myself, then closed it again when I realized something. I hadn’t been about to defend my own actions, but Seth’s. He was influencing me, maybe not meaning to, but the simple fact that I had such a crush on him made me cut him a lot of slack.

I sighed and leaned back on the couch.

“You’re right,” I said, defeated. “You’re totally right, and I’m sorry. I suck.”

“This isn’t exactly the conclusion I was going for, but it’s a start,” Marisol told me and gave me a quick hug. “Will you tell me what happened today then?”

I nodded and gave her a quick summary of the events or the morning, once again leaving out details such as Seth’s identity and what he had done to me on the very couch Marisol and me were now sitting on. I finished up by describing the disagreement we had had, and Marisol shook her head continuously during that part.

“What an ass,” she commented. “Doesn’t he know how important school is, especially for you?”

“Well, now he does,” I shrugged, then sighed. “I don’t even think he really meant to be mean about it, he just never made an effort to see things from my point of view. See, there I go defending him again.” I banged the back of my head against the wall behind me in frustration.

“You’re lovestruck,” Marisol diagnosed.

“Yes, well, is there a cure, Dr. Marisol?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said without humor. “First of all, don’t talk kaçak iddaa to him – and don’t fuck him either, for crying out loud – until he apologizes. The way he treated you today makes me want to hit him on the nose, and I would if I knew who he was.”

I lowered my eyes, chewing on my lip. “Okay.”

“And then,” she sighed, “I assume that I won’t be able to convince you to stop seeing him? I mean with all this hiding and secrecy he insists on, he seems so shifty. I don’t trust him.”

“I know,” I said. “Believe me, I wish just as much as you that he could just be honest with me. I’ve asked him. He’s just…” I smiled despite myself. “He can be so damn sweet, you know.”

“And I’m recognizing the dreamy look on your face,” Marisol stated and got up. “Alright, therapy session is over. I’m raiding your freezer for some ice cream, and when I get back, I want to hear details about this sex in the rain you had!”

***

When I brought Marisol to the door much later, I noticed that my car was parked on the other side of the street. My books were inside, and after some searching, I found my keys in our mailbox. Not exactly the most romantic thing Seth could have done, but at least he had returned my car like he had promised. I carried my books inside and proceeded to study, after finding a handwritten list in my notebook that detailed the homework I needed to do and what I had missed in class. Sitting on the couch once more, wrapped in my blanket and drinking more hot cocoa, I found myself forgiving him rather quickly as I relived the experiences of the day once more. Missing classes or not, it had hands down been the most exciting sex I had ever had, even considering details such as muddy, sticky clothes and the cold I had apparently caught.

***

The weather wasn’t any better the next day. It had cooled down a bit, so the humidity wasn’t as bothersome, but it was still raining persistently and the football game promised to be a muddy mess. Marisol said pretty much exactly that when we were on the way to our lockers just after the first bell, and I nodded in agreement.

“But we’re still going,” she told me, giving me a menacing look. “I will not miss another football game because you’re heartbroken.”

“I promise,” I smiled, and turned towards my locker. Then I froze.

There was a puddle of unidentifiable colorless liquid just before my feet, whose origin appeared to be my locker. I stared at it with a feeling of dread.

“Oh, no.” I said. “I think I am going to go on a killing spree if this is what I think it is.”

Marisol had paled as well, and we both grimaced when the foul smell of the liquid finally entered our noses. My sense of smell wasn’t at its strongest because of the cold I had caught, but even so the smell was almost too much for me to bear. I stepped forward, careful to avoid touching the stuff, and stretched out my hand to open the locker door. Next to me, Marisol retched.

“It smells like someone stuffed a dead skunk into your locker!”

I silently agreed with her, and, turning the dial, prepared myself for the worst. When the door opened, however, no animal corpse fell at my feet. In fact, nothing seemed out of place in my locker at all, despite the liquid in which my books and belongings were liberally covered. It smelled worse than ten skunks at once, and I turned my head to escape the worst of the smell. Behind me, people giggled and made disgusted noises, and many made their way past me and Marisol pressed against the opposite wall.

“Close it,” Marisol instructed me, pulling at my arm. “We need to go report this.”

I nodded, thankful for her taking charge, and slammed the metal door shut. Marisol led me all the way to the main office, where we explained the situation to one of the secretaries. The woman, one of the stern senior office workers, wasted no time sending Marisol to her class – the second bell had just rung. After that, she spent the next twenty minutes attempting to recruit one of the younger office aides to help clean my locker. I was sitting there the entire time, wishing futilely that this had been just a normal day and I could have sat in study hall right now, like usual. Instead I was dreading returning to my locker to clean out one of the most unpleasant smells I had ever encountered.

Finally, a blond woman in her thirties, named Carolyn, had been successfully bullied into accompanying me back to my locker, equipped with a trash bag and several cleaning supplies. She gave me a friendly smile – the first one of the day, making me like her for that alone – and let me lead the way back to the hallway where my locker was. The smell had spread quite a bit in the last twenty minutes, and we both approached the locker while covering our mouth and nose with our hands.

“Nasty!” Carolyn noted and handed me a pair of rubber gloves. “I think I know what this is. Called Skunk Juice, my dad used it going hunting when I was younger, to mask his smell.”

“Well, at least all the kaçak bahis deer won’t know my locker’s approaching,” I said, my voice dripping with false cheerfulness. I was trying my hardest not to cry, I didn’t want whoever had orchestrated this to succeed in getting me to do that. I opened the locker once more, while Carolyn liberally spread paper towels over where the liquid had dripped onto the floor. I nearly winced when the full dose of the smell slapped me in the face, and began the task of extracting book by book from the locker, wiping them off. Carolyn examined the locker door and wiped off the excess juice on it.

“It looks like whoever did this sprayed it through the air vents,” she noted, pointing out that they were coated from both sides. “Got any enemies?”

“Plenty,” I sighed. “But not anyone I’ve offended terribly lately.”

“Your teachers should have leftover books you can trade in for those,” Carolyn noted. “We’ll have to ask someone who knows more about skunk juice if the smell evaporates away a sufficient amount of time, otherwise we might as well throw away your old books right now.”

“Yes,” I said. I blinked away tears once more when I got to my notebooks – those weren’t easily replaceable. Carolyn put the first one I handed her in a separate bag.

“Take those home, and let them air-dry. Outside, if you can. After that you should be able to make copies of them.”

I appreciated the solid grasp she had on this problem, it was rather calming. When I reached for my last notebook, which had been leaning against the wall, I noticed a green piece of paper that was stuck in there that certainly wasn’t mine. Its edges were soaked, but otherwise it appeared unharmed, shielded by the notebook. I reached for it and turned it in my hand. There was no name on it.

While Carolyn used something very citrus-smelling to clean the locker door, I unfolded the paper and saw that it was a short letter addressed to me. I looked for a signature that wasn’t there, then looked at the first few words and recognized the writing. Seth’s. It was an apology. I stuffed the letter into my pocked, intending to read it later, and then turned back to the contents of my locker. Most of what was still in there would just have to be thrown away, such as the pictures I had taped to the back and the extra t-shirt I had kept there ever since the incident with the wet clothes at the beginning of the school year.

When the locker was completely empty, Carolyn wiped it out with the citrus cleaning spray. She used so much that I felt like I would never need vitamin C again, but at least the skunk smell was masked a little. She also sprayed some air freshener throughout the entire hallway, then encouraged me to leave my newly emptied locker open to air out while we went and stored the things of mine that we hadn’t thrown away in the office.

“Take a deep breath Jenna,” Carolyn advised me just as the bell rung for second period, and patted my shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”

It entered my mind that Carolyn was possibly the first nice person to ever have worked at Glenn Valley High’s office. I thanked her for all of her help and grabbed my books – the ones that I had brought from home this morning and that were still clean – and headed off to my second class.

***

Seth’s letter was probably one of the most unorthodox written apologies I had ever read.

Dear Jenna, it read.

I’m a total idiot. Please meet me at the back door by the locker rooms an hour after the game. I’ll bring ice cream.

I sighed and folded the paper back up for what was probably the one hundredth time. I’ll bring ice cream. What the hell did that mean? Was this code for something, or was he actually serious?

“What are you reading?” Marisol asked, and I hastily stuffed the piece of paper back in my pocket, looking up to see if anyone else had noticed. Most people around me were staring at the field, however, where an exceptionally boring JV game was going on.

“Does it say ‘I explode if anyone but Jenna reads me?'” Marisol asked, looking slightly hurt, and I immediately felt guilty.

“I’m sorry. It’s a letter from, you know, him.”

“Yes, I know.” She sighed. “Has he apologized yet?”

“Technically, no, but I have a feeling he’s about to.”

“He better be.”

I nodded. At the same moment, people started to clap, and I realized that the game was finally over.

“What’s the score, zero both?” I asked. Marisol shook her head. “No, six us, zero them.”

“Oh. I must have missed the single most exciting moment of the game.”

“You didn’t miss a thing. It was yawn-worthy.”

Marisol was certainly right about that. It had been one of the most uneventful games I had ever seen, partially due to the fact that the field was muddy and slowed the players down considerably. The other reason for this was that our JV was simply not that good.

“We really need to win that state title this year,” Marisol told me, expressing my thoughts. “We’ll have a bunch of great players graduate, including Seth Marshall of course, and the ones that will move up from JV play like crap. And then of course, it’s our last year too, so it would be great to see that happen.”

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FUNNY WHAT A MOTORCYCLE DOES TO SOME WOMEN—especially a Harley. Maybe it’s the residual bad boy persona so engrained in American culture. But the rap and cadenced thump of that heavy V-twin exhaust seeps a kind of allure into most minds. It rouses the dormant spirit of rebellion that resides deep in the soul of a good many people out there who have allowed the doing of things to usurp their inner wants.

After a ride over Angeles Crest Highway I had descended the mountains toward Pasadena, where the air had been still and hot all day. After a full two hours of riding I slowed for the first traffic light one encounters when coming out of the mountains that spells the forest is behind, and the city ahead, as residential neighborhoods begin to take shape. Houses dot the area, with a lot of tall green hedges that hid homes from traffic, and vice-versa. The traffic light had just gone red, so I blipped the throttle and downshifted several gears, sidling up alongside the lone vehicle stopped at the limit line; a subdued gray mini-van with a taped over taillight—remnant of some shopping market mishap perhaps.

Coming to a stop I flipped my faceshield up and waited for the light to cycle. After a moment I glanced to my right and saw the silhouettes of two empty car seats placed in the back seat of the nondescript little van. I watched her as she slowly took the Harley in from front to back, admiring the chrome. When I routinely revved the engine the thump of the exhaust seemed to stir her from her complacency and she raised her eyes to meet mine. She looked to be in her late thirties and had long blonde hair tied without fanfare into a ponytail (the way women routinely do when their motherly duties necessitate efficiency over style). She had an exhausted disposition, probably result of carting her children back and forth to school, or thanklessly hustling them between Karate and little league. She wasn’t unattractive. But her eyes had a kind of repressed sadness to them.

Now in the annals of the secret, and too often misinterpreted silent exchange of looks between a man and a woman, there is that one unmistakable glance that speaks volumes. She held my gaze for one of those overlong—and too often fleeting moments—that hints of invitation to eroticism. One must act quickly in such cases, before those lusty thoughts evaporate on the whim of what might have been. Her body slumped sensuously into the patterned cloth seat of her tired mini-van and her mouth did one of those subconscious quivers that can only be found in a sensuous thought.

The don’t walk signal had just begun its long countdown from 24. The housewife and I were still looking at each other. The physical circumstance couldn’t have been more of a contradiction; me, single and childless, on a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy, dressed in denim with my steel toe boots and my full face helmet. Her, a young mother, certainly married, behind the wheel of that aging mini-van, anchored by the reality of responsibility suggested by those two empty car seats. But her eyes were saying plenty as the seconds ticked down, the don’t walk signal falling fast 17… 16… 15. The light would turn green and she would speed away from the intersection, never to be seen again. With the confidence that comes when you have nothing to lose, I motioned for her to lower her window. She stirred slightly from her delirium, and cranked the window down.

“Should we be talking?” I asked.

She seemed surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”

“Are you single?”

“I’m married.”

The signal countdown had reached its end and the light turned green. I motioned with a leather-gloved finger at the shaded curb ahead on the other side of the intersection. “Pull over up there.”

She straightened in her seat and gave the gutless little mini-van some gas. I dumped the Harley into first and let the clutch out, tucking in behind her. I watched as the van crept through the intersection, half expecting her to come to her wits and speed off. But after clearing the intersection the brake lights illumed and she pulled to the curb beneath a cooling overhang of tree branches. I pulled the Harley in behind her and shut the engine off. I figured she was watching me in the mirror so I made sure to uphold the perception of cool and swung a leg over the seat, un-strapping my helmet as I sauntered up to the driver’s side window. As I approached she turned her body in the seat to face me.

She had a youthful look about her, a prettiness obscured by the duties of motherhood. She more than likely had a husband, busy with work demands, who has forgotten to pay attention to her as a woman, abandoning all the simple passions they had enjoyed in their early months of courtship, now squandered in lieu of adult pursuits, forgoing the base human needs in favor of the accumulation of “things.” I see them all over the place; women, beautiful women who have been forgotten in boring marriages, absent lust and sensuality, made to feel unappealing by the rudely ignoring ways of listless husbands, lost in lives of quiet desperation. These bahis firmaları women, no longer chased, no longer adored, slowly let go of their womanly desires as they make pitiful excuses for the way it is; We’re older now, you do those things when you’re young. Fuck that. Yes, I see them out and about, those lovely gems of overlooked women, all desperately in need of a proper fucking.

As I regarded her I immediately conjured the notion of early—much too early—marriage, with children, and now, days of driving kids around with the inevitable empty hours alone allowing plenty of time to think of what might have been.

“Thanks for stopping,” I said as I drew the leather gloves off of sweaty hands.

“Why did you want me to stop?” she asked.

“You had a look on your face,” I responded.

“What kind of a look was that?”

“Like a woman who hasn’t been paid attention to properly for a while.”

I said it because I had nothing to lose. And with these cases, if a man is forthright and commanding of his words and actions, a woman usually responds. We’re talking base primal instincts. Not a lot of finesse or small talk is needed when two people are thinking the same thing. The heat was helping. There was a sultriness in the air. Heat is a great friend to the body and impulse, always stirring an urgency of action.

“This is the part of the conversation where you invite me to sit in the passenger seat.”

“Oh, really,” she responded, a coquettish smile coming over her face.

I looked her dead in the eye, and said, with an affirmative tone, “Yes, it is.”

And on that she reached over and began removing the discarded newspaper from the passenger seat as tacit invitation, tossing the crumpled, read pages over the seat back, landing them on the car seats all smeared with dried peanut butter and stained with spilled grape juice.

She unlocked the passenger door as I rounded the grille and came up the side of the van. I pulled open the door and got into the passenger seat. The engine was running and the air was blowing cold. All a man has to do is show a woman like this a little attention and you’d be surprised at what it can get you. After all, a woman likes to be appreciated.

“It feels good to get out of the heat,” I said, as I wiped sweat from my face. “I’m Jake.”

“I’m Denise,” she said, offering her hand.

Denise, I thought to myself. You couldn’t get much plainer than that. I could see she was very small, having to pull the driver’s seat to the furthest position forward in order to reach the pedals. A “spinner,” I thought to myself. I could see through her simple blouse that she had nicely shaped, small breasts. And, even if she didn’t know it—result of not hearing any praise from her significant other—she was pretty. The duties of motherhood had her forgoing any attempt at getting made-up, another sign of being ignored. Such is the curse of so many parental situations; men and women forgetting the simple aspects of getting dolled up and decked out, their amorous wanderings having been sublimated by parental duties.

There was some polite banter between us; pointless words to fill the tension between strangers, each of us yearning for beautiful poetry but too polluted by convention to partake. But the words did their service of putting her at ease a bit. When she turned in her seat and casually crossed one of her legs beneath the other I knew she was relaxing into this scenario—knew she was fully aware of what might come next. Women like to play coquettish at these things, pretending they have no nasty intentions, desire no amorous entangling. They leave the man to make the play, to get nervous, to blunder their way through it all while they secretly laugh at the boyish actions. She was fidgeting a bit, perhaps out of nervousness, perhaps out of an impulse. I gambled on the latter and simply reached over the center console as I chit-chatted and took her hand, splaying out her fingers in mine. She didn’t resist, which then opened the door to a deeper gambit; I placed my palm on her thigh, gently rubbing through her jeans. From the time I entered her little world of motherhood, the carefully laid plans of getting kids to school and soccer, to the first kiss was perhaps just sixteen minutes. I bent into her, leaning over the empty Starbucks cup in the console cup holder. She had a nice mouth. Small, as was every aspect of her; nose, head, body. And she tasted good. My hands were on her breasts in short order, leading to slightly elevated breathing.

She pulled back from this and stared at me.

“Now don’t tell me you didn’t know that was coming,” I said.

To which she responded, “I’m married.”

“I figured,” is all I said as I pulled her back into another kiss. She relaxed into it, having stated her case and effectively exonerating herself from guilt by confessing marriage. What did I care?

The kissing intensified, lips pressed open with tongues wandering the lovely newness of a mouth. From there I traced the nape of her neck with a moist tongue, which sent tingling sensations down her spine. There’s a kaçak iddaa very distinct response when a woman is kissed on her neck after a very long absence from such activity, the indulgence being rewarded with eager reciprocation.

“That drives me crazy,” was all she could muster as she pushed and tried quite meekly to escape the titillating sensation of my mouth against the severely neglected skin of her neck. Her slight presence betrayed nothing of her powerfulness as she pushed me back in the seat and kissed my neck. The feel of her mouth on me was transmitted courtesy a million nerves, like overheated coil wires, directly to my groin, which responded with that rewarding sensation of blood flow that begins the rise to erection.

She caught herself in the middle of a shudder of excitement and said, “I have to pick my kids up from school in half an hour.”

“Then let’s not waste any time,” I came back, and started undoing the buttons of her pants. She helped, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her chest. I flipped her bra up over her perfect little tits, fondling them before pinching her nipples. She swooned at the touch. She reached down and grabbed me through my jeans, rubbing me to semi-hardness. I licked her nipples to hardness as two cars passed on the street. The front of the van was cramped and uncomfortable, so I crawled through the gap between the front seats and plopped down between the two car seats.

I was given the delightful entertainment of watching her squeeze her lithe body between the seats, where I could better make out her tiny body, which was in good shape despite having had two kids. I assumed it was two, as that was the number of car seats I was sharing on the back bench. Somewhat impetuously she struggle to get the car seats loosened from their place, pulling the seat belts through the guides of the plastic contraptions, then lifting them over the seat back and dropping them into the rear section of the van to give us a bit more room. There was a shared laugh as we picked up discarded toys the odds and ends that make up children’s lives and tossed them over the back seat as well.

With more room to operate she grabbed at my belt and zipper, then slid my jeans along with my boxers down to mid-thigh. As the elastic lip of my underwear cleared my penis it sprang for freedom and slapped her in the cheek. She didn’t waste time with pleasantries and took me in her mouth, lowering her wet lips over the shaft and taking my cock as far as it would go into that lovely little orifice. The gal made a valiant effort to deep throat me, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat in a fit of gurgling. She sucked cock like she hadn’t done it for a while. Not that she wasn’t good, but rather, that she hadn’t had the pleasure or inclination for a while. I love being the recipient of such pent up sexuality.

As she sucked me I ran a hand over her jeaned ass, then ran my thumb through a belt loop and pulled her up onto all fours across the back seat so I could admire her body. She used her moistened lips to stroke the ridge that runs the underside of my cock. She’d learned how to do this quite well somewhere along the long, probably her share of front seat blowjobs in college. I then slid her pants down over her tight little butt. Nothing quite like that first touch of a bare ass. The visual simply added another layer of arousal to the feel of her tiny mouth struggling in earnest to pleasure me, her saliva making a wonderful wet mess of things, her small face making my cock look overly huge. She was wearing flowered cotton panties, which were pushed down to reveal her pussy. My hand had play with her vaginal lips as she went after my cock with renewed intent. Two more cars passed just beyond the windows of the van, but they were going too fast to make sense of anything going on behind the tinted passenger windows. It just added to the excitement of the moment; the notion of getting discovered by someone.

For a late 30-something soccer mom she took good care of her little garden of pubic hair, all trimmed down to a landing strip of soft pubes. Her pussy was neat too, no excess of labia, nice and tucked in. And she was capable of a wonderful wetness, as I discerned when I pushed my fingers inside of her, her vagina sloshing with lovely, juicy sounds. She moaned a little more as I pushed a second, then a third finger inside of her. Her smell was compelling; the unmistakable scent of sex.

I then used my hands to coax her body around and laid her back on the vinyl and cloth bench seat. Crouched in the cramped space I set my ass against the side door and pulled her shoes off, then slid her jeans off with a primal urgency. I then pushed her tiny legs apart with my hands upon each inner thigh, spreading her pussy open. I stared at her glistening womanhood for a moment, taking in the sight of her laid back naked on the seat. She was staring at me, wondering what the next move was. I bent into her and sunk my face without hesitation directly into the sweet honey of her cunt. She let go a moan that she silenced with a bite of her own hand. My tongue lapped kaçak bahis at her like a cat at a salt lick. Her vagina gushed with lovely wetness. After some circular maneuvers of my tongue on her clit I pushed it up inside her like an appendage. As I did this I cupped her tiny ass, a cheek in both hands, and worked and kneaded her spinner body to full effect against my mouth and tongue.

“Oh my God,” she uttered in breathless whisper. “My husband hasn’t done that to me in years.”

I took my mouth off of her just long enough to ask, “How long?”

“Oh Jesus,” she moaned, “Seriously?”

I took my mouth from her, “Tell me.”

She took my head in her hands and pulled my mouth back onto her. “Don’t stop. It’s been… it’s been… oh, Jesus… it’s been eight years.”

I took my mouth from her again, pressing my fingers into her so I could say, “That’s not right, a wonderful pussy like this. A man should be honored to eat you out every single day of the year.” This drove her further over the edge and she once again pushed my head down onto her. Nothing quite like being the lucky recipient of the pent up lust of an ignored housewife; they appreciate every touch, their bodies a live wire, the dormant flower of their pussies brought back to full bloom with a vengeance.

The physical and verbal stimulation were enough to get her to the brink, and she arched her back, lifting her pelvis up to where it snuffed out my yabbering mouth. Her body was so wonderfully light I could actually grab hold of both her ass cheeks in one hand and lift her off the seat. With the other hand I slid a middle finger up her ass, which elicited an excited response, her body jerking wildly. She let go with a handful of words normally reserved for church as her body convulsed, her anus sliding up and down on my finger.

Then, I felt her body’s movements change, that moment when the frenetic rhythms of pleasure are supplanted by a more concentrated stimulation, slowing in tempo, but building in strength. The inevitable, no turning back point of an orgasm. She seemed surprised at her own lack of control, her eyes going wide in excitement as her small body let go with a mammoth orgasm. She writhed and squirmed and tossed against the vinyl seat, her pussy expunging a beautifully intoxicating elixir of female fluids that whetted my mouth and chin. Copious juices that made a slippery welcome of penile entry to her vagina.

At the peak of her climax I pulled myself up over her and pushed my cock up into the intoxicating wetness of her pussy. Her eyes opened again in brilliant surprise. It was as if I were having a woman unfamiliar with sexuality, every movement, every nuance rousing her with the intensity found in new sensations. She wrapped her legs and arms around me in a death grip, each thrust of my cock expelling her lubricating fluid and dripping it onto the seat where her kid’s car seats usually resided. There was something especially nasty to it all; not only a married woman getting her jollies, but the fact that we were fucking in the back seat of the banal little min-van where her kids played and argued, where other mothers sat during little league practice and ranted about mean husbands. In the midst of our humping one of the kid’s toys got jostled under the seat and was pounded by the seat springs. It was a squeeze toy and let go with a honking sound that had us both cracking up. I reached under the seat, keeping a steady tempo to my thrusts, as I searched around and found the offending toy, pulling it out and tossing it into the back.

Although the windows were down, the heat inside the van was building. She’d turned off the engine when this all started and as a result the cooling air was no more and the temperature inside the van was rising. Another car went past, sending a soft breeze over the two of us from the lowered driver’s side window. Her chest was beaded with sweat. My own perspiration was falling off my face and splattering onto her flat stomach. I pulled out and took a hold of her tiny waist in both hands and guided her onto her hands and knees. Her little ass was perfectly formed and arched provocatively with an attractive divot in the small of her back.

She looked back over her shoulder with that look of a woman knowing what’s coming, hesitant but wanting. From my vantage point, slapping my cock against her pussy, her small butt made me look rather large. It almost appeared too big to even fit. It always impresses me how even the tiniest woman’s pussy is capable of taking the largest of cocks. And in that vein; regardless of how petite or demure a woman may appear, know that their pussies are capable of tremendous pounding. Call it machismo or ego, but a man feels powerful when his cock has surprising presence next to a small-figured woman. I pressed the head against her lips and slowly pushed it inside of her, causing her to drop onto her elbows and emit a slightly breathless moan. I took a good long ten seconds to slowly push the length of me up inside her, she biting her lip, feeling the wonderful tease. I pushed until my stomach was flush with her groin, my cock all the way inside. I then used my hands to guide her small body back and forth on me. After a few moments I stood still and let her do the work, her pussy devouring my cock like a lusciously wet mouth.

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It was Monday night and I was running late for an evening work event. I hadn’t had a haircut in over 2 months so my hair was a little out of control. I saw a small salon and decided to see if I could get a quick haircut. When I went in there was only one stylist and she was working on someone. It seemed like they were closing. I was about to walk out when the stylist yelled to me asking if I could wait 5 minutes as she was just finishing up. I yelled okay and had a seat. She was a very sexy brunette with amazing blue eyes. She was wearing a short skirt and a tank top that showed off her breasts. In just a few minutes she finished with the guy she was working on. They came to the front and as the guy was paying I was able to check her out a bit. She was even sexier than I originally thought. She had a great pair of legs and a very sexy ass.

After the customer left she said she needed to put the closed sign in the window and shut the blinds so no one else came in. I told her I just needed her to clean me up a bit. She put a smock around my neck and asked me to follow her to the back. As I was following her I was checking out her ass and found myself fantasizing about what she looked like naked. I was biting my lip a bit and must have stopped, because she turned around and asked if everything was okay. She kind of busted me checking canlı bahis her out, but didn’t seem to mind. She just smiled a sly, sexy smile and kept walking.

When we got in the back she sat me in the chair and started wetting down my hair. She leaned in and started to shampoo me. I found her scent very intoxicating. I was starting to get turned on and could feel my cock coming to life. She was massaging my scalp and I told her it felt very good. As I did this I reached out and lightly touched her knee. By now my cock was rock hard. I let my hand linger on her knee for a few moments and she didn’t seem to mind, so i rubbed her leg a bit more. She was just starting to rinse my hair, and I think I caught her by surprise because she accidentally sprayed my chest area with water. She was very apologetic and said if I took off my shirt she had a clothes dryer in the back.

I got up and we went into a small laundry room. I took off my smock and I started taking my shirt off. Since the room was small we were standing very close. When my shirt was above my head I caught her looking down at my crotch area. I had forgotten I had a full on erection going and it was showing. She looked up at me with a surprised expression. I think we were both caught off guard. I looked down at my hard on and apologized, “I’m sorry but you just turn bahis siteleri me on.” I moved slight toward her and she did the same. She said, “That’s okay you turn me on too.” Then she reached forward and lightly grabbed my hard on. As she was feeling me up she smiled and said, “Very nice, but first lets get your shirt in the dryer.”

She turned with her back to me, and put it in the dryer. As she was starting up the machine I moved in closer. I grabbed her by the hips and pressed my hard cock against her ass. She paused for a moment and I said, “Since I have my shirt off, It’s only fair you take yours off too.” Slowly I started to raise her tank top above her head. She gave no resistance and when It was completely off I undid her bra and allowed that to fall off as well. With one hand I quickly undid my pants to allow my cock a little more room. Then I pushed my hips into her ass so she was pinned against the drier. I slid both arms around to feel up her breasts and felt her nipples were hard.

As I played with her nipples I started to kiss her neck and grind my hips into hers. She must have liked it because she started to grind her ass back onto my cock and reached around to pull me in closer. I let my hands fall down a bit to undo her skirt and let it slide to the ground. She felt that my pants were already undone and pushed bahis şirketleri them so they slid down past my knees. She started stroking my cock a bit and then guided it down her ass crack so it was now pushed up against her wet panties. I continued to thrust my hips and she reached from the front to make sure my hardon was right up to her pussy. She was getting wetter and wetter. Finally her panties slid to the side and my cock started to enter her. I let the head tease her pussy lips for a few thrusts. Her juices felt good on my hard cock. It didn’t take long before I slipped inside her. With one hand on her hips and the other grabbing her neck, I slowly started to fuck her from behind. She was still pinned against the drier with her hands out in front of her for support. She was very good at working her hips and we fell into a good rhythm. I could tell by her moans she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. I started to thrust harder to drive my cock deeper and deeper. It wasn’t long before she started to go crazy as she reached her climax. I made sure she was fully satisfied and then pulled out so I could cum all over her ass.

We took a minute to collect ourselves and get cleaned up. We got dressed, except for my shirt which was still drying. She said, “Lets finish your haircut.” I sat down and she gave me a quick trim. Then she went to get my shirt. When she came back I got fully dressed, paid her and said, “Thank you for staying open a little longer to help me out. Maybe I’ll stop by for another cut sometime.”

She said, “Please do.”

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It was darker than usual when he pulled into the driveway- a product of being held over an extra hour at work. He could feel the ache in his calves from an hour of extra walking, and the tension in his forehead from an hour of extra irritation. It would be a divine experience indeed to get off his feet with a beer in his hand, to close out the time until she got home to join him.

The sidewalk seemed longer than ever as he carried his bag to the doorway. Immediately inside, he dropped it, careless of its contents. A light from the kitchen outlined the sillhouetted shadow of a vase of flowers, stetched across the floor to nudge the edge of his bag. They were the zinnias he had brought home for her the day before; no occasion, really…but, he had been admiring the way they looked on the cherrywood table on the way out this morning and had forgotten to turn off the light. He would have to remember to turn it off on his way through to the livingroom.

Lost in thoughts of his impending comfort, he hardly heard the sound of the oven snapping closed. In the archway to the livingroom, he paused to turn off the light and turned back. She was standing in front of the oven, an amused smile touching her shining lips. His gaze was torn; he was locked on her deep, laughing eyes, but part of him was urging him to let his gaze trail lower. When he gave in, his heart nearly stopped. She was still wearing the red high heels she had put on for work that morning, but above them were a pair of bare legs so long he thought they must never end. She had on her green apron. He had a flash of memories from times he had seen her wearing it over a summer dress, or on fewer occasions, one of her silk nightdresses. It seemed to cling to all the right contours of her body, pushing up and flaring out to fit her gently curving figure. Tonight, it was all she was wearing.

She smiled even fuller, setting down a pan she had just removed from the oven, and removed the oven mits from her braceleted hands. “You’re late,” she whispered conspiratorially, looking back and forth in mock secrecy. “Did you have other plans tonight, darling?”

He didn’t know what to say. He was stumbling over the words inside his head, and her approaching nakedness wasn’t helping hinder that process. He realized she still had on her necklace, too. The green, carefully cut pendant was resting between the swell of her breasts, which were almost entirely visible behind the narrow block of fabric serving as the bodice of the apron. He was so glad she loved green, and that she had been more than pleased with the jewelry. She was so close now.

The lace lining the top of the apron brushed against his chest as she slid her slender arms over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him in. Her lips were less than an inch from his when she stopped, and as she spoke he could feel her lips brushing softly against him. He knew she could feel what she had already done to him, and almost lost the feeling in his legs when he recalled what those lips had done to him before.

“You’re home early,” was all he could manage before his hands slid impulsively to her soft, bare lower back, where the apron was tied. He felt the knot and loose ends against his palms as he pulled her whole body against him, gasping internally at the pertness of her. She was warm from standing in front of the oven, but he knew that there was a greater warmth she was creating all her own. She moved her lips up to meet his fully, and he could feel her wet tongue sliding over the inside of his top lip, pushing his physical restraint to the limit. He was about to meet her tongue with his when she pulled back, out of his embrace, and let her hand slide down his chest to land at her side.

“I made manicotti and apple yogurt…” she began, playing ignorant to the building up of passion she had just stepped away from. He opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced when she turned to stir the pot on the stove. She appeared to be wearing nothing more than a green lace tied about her waist. The rest of her was bare, and lit with the soft glow of the kitchen lamps. She still had a small scratch in the middle of her back from the metal lock on the doorframe of the garage, where she had bent to retrieve a screwdriver that had rolled beneath his workbench several days ago. Above and below that tiny scratch lay what seemed like miles of flawless white landscape, curved to fit his now trembling hands.

Before he had time to think about his situation, he was feeling the bahis firmaları front of her warm thighs against his palms as he slid his hands around them. The heat from the oven was thick, but his senses were concentrated on the smooth perfection of her body. He knew she must feel the hard, straight pressure of his erection pushing against her bare ass, and wanted to feel her shiver with the joy of it. She had always loved the feel of him when she knew what a tease she was being, and he loved nothing more than to feel her noticing. She was noticing now. He knew, even before he had heard it happen, that a soft moan was formulating in her throat. “Did you find something you like?” she asked coyly…a common question from her. He never got tired of hearing it, or confirming it. “You bet I did…” he answered in a whisper, letting his breath puff against her earlobe as he moved to her neck for a kiss, his hands gripping their prized targets. He was pulling her back into him now, giving her the full benefit of his arousal. She dropped her spoon against the edge of the pot and gasped with the low tremor it gave her. Her hands were idly fishing at the dials of the oven, no doubt in an attempt to turn it off. He took the opportunity to kiss his way down the back of her neck, to the scratch that decorated her symmetrically. The memories of that day in the garage with her flooded his mind again, and he was overcome with the image of her straddling him on the floor in her messy work clothes, her hair in a loose ponytail with curly tendrils framing her face. She had kissed him, grinding her pelvis against him suggestively, and then they had been interrupted. A neighbor had knocked on the door asking to borrow a screwdriver, and she had knocked it onto the floor trying to pick it up, flustered. The scratch meant to him what more of her sexy antics would have meant to him that day.

He kissed his way past the scratch and caught glimpse of her manicured nails as she gripped the handle of the oven door. She was actively anticipating his decent, and his arrival at the center of her natural heating system. With one hand, he gripped her right leg around the ankle, urging her to move it further to the right. She did so without much urging, and he sat comfortably on his heels as he looked up at the provocative view she was giving him. The green laces caught his eyes as he trailed his way back down to the task at hand. He was amazingly turned on at having that tiny bit of fabric on her naked skin, knowing it wasn’t going to be in his way.

He let his eager hand slide up her ankle, along the inside of her thigh, to touch her where she so needed to be touched. He felt her shudder pleasantly when he let his fingers slide into the sweet, wet crevasse between her legs, and was instantly overtaken with a desire to taste her. He brought his fingers to his lips, convinced that he was only teasing himself with her flavor, and licked her juices from them with a breathy moan of satisfaction. He returned his hand to her wetness, trailing a single finger through, then two, then pressing against her gently as he leaned in to give her a single lap of his tongue. Her lower body was trembling with the need of it, silently begging him to continue while her voice spoke only disconnected, pleasured words of encouragement. She was gripping the oven handle hard now, bending at the waist to allow him better access. He wondered what her gorgeous breasts must look like from her front side, nearly spilling out of her apron atop her writhing body.

He inhaled her delicious scent as he lapped into her as deep as he could manage, intent on hearing the sharp rise in her voice continue for a long time. She rocked against him, letting him have the best angle, and rode his fingers and tongue with perfect enthusiasm. He wondered how long he could take it.. as his cock was already throbbing nearly painfully in his work pants.

He felt her begin to turn, and rose to his feet again to face her as she came around. Without a word, he slipped two fingers in between her lips, letting her suck her own juices with her soft lips and eager tongue. Her hands were already at his waist, pulling him free from his pants as she slid them down his strong thighs. He knew just what she wanted, and wanted desperately to let her have it. Another part of him scolded the other, urging him to feel the climax of passion that was building up, and to deny the impulse to feed the explosion so soon.

She made the decision for him. As he was lost in the kaçak iddaa gap between decisions, she had moved around to his other side, putting him between her and the oven. He impulsively reached for the collar of his shirt, wanting to be rid of it in the warm room, and needing to feel her skin against his. As he pulled it off, she turned away from him again, casting him an inviting glance over her shoulder as she spread her palms face down on the cherrywood table.

“Darling?” she asked, a doting quality rising in her voice which was not at all fabricated.

“Yes?” he asked, feeling his hand take ahold of his fully-swelled erection and his feet relocating his unnecessary pants to the floor beneath the table. She never ceased to amaze him with her submissive, wanton eyes. Let alone the set of legs she had and the prize between them, so wonderfully showcased in that green apron. She was bending again, intent on laying her breasts flat against the surface of the table, and capturing his eyes with her own welcoming pair. She wanted what he wanted, and there was no way he could hold back anymore. Just the freeze frames that were invading his mind for milliseconds at a time were nearly enough to make him lose it.

“I want you to bend me over this table of ours…” she began, and he had hardly heard the words she finished with before he had a hand on her back, pushing her to a fully bent position. He knew she had told him to fuck her from behind, and he could think of nothing in the world more heavenly or perfect. He loved the way she said the word “fuck.” It was so forward, and so very sexy coming from between her articulate lips. He couldn’t wait.

He felt the outsides of his feet touching the cornered insides of her high heels as he positioned himself between her spread legs. With his fiercely throbbing cock in his hand, he slid the swelled tip through her wetness as he had with his fingers and tongue. The slick sensation was intoxicating, and he forced himself to slide it up and down, through the valley of her honeyed juices, dying to push into her. She was moaning happily with the touch of him, her words of encouragement and appreciation continuing from the surface of the table, where her face was so nicely resting.

When he thought he would go mad from the desire to be inside her, he forced himself to stay composed for a moment longer. He used that moment, however spare it was, to run a fingertip from her upper back, along her backbone and across the scratch he had so focused on, down to the curve of her ass she had so prominently displayed. With the same hand, he spread her open for him, guiding the head of his rod to meet her equally throbbing center. When he felt her quiver with the anticipation of him pushing forward, he took his hand off of his cock and let it rest teasingly against her. With his free hand, he reached up and gripped her shoulder, giving it a compassionate little squeeze of affection before using it to lever his way firmly, slowly into her.

As he pushed forward, feeling her hot, slick center surrounding him on all sides, he told her he’d be more than happy to sate her request. She gave a breathy laugh in between ecstatic moans that was very characteristic of her. They had always prized their wittiness during steamy moments like this one, and she appreciated the litotical irony. Being pushed deep inside her, feeling her shiver and throb around him had to be the greatest feeling known to man, and the beauty of her soft laugh drove him to push even further, filling her completely. She was gasping in disbelief, and had he not been completely captivated by the feeling, he might have as well. It never ceased to surprise him how amazing she felt, even after feeling it time and time again. As he used her shoulder to balance his movement, he slid back out of her, and in again with a gently building rhythm. My god, she was so wet.

Even in his small movements, he could feel her juices being pushed out of her by his generous cock, where they began to drip down onto him. Feeling her melting for him that way completely pushed him over any composed edge he might have marked. He had to fuck her, and it had to be hard.

He picked up his rhythm, hearing her breaths grow shorter and heavier with each thrust. She was squeezing him from the inside and pushing back against him as he slammed into her. He knew her hands must be seeking for friction on the table surface, reaching for something..anything.. to grab onto. He noticed with a smile that she had already kaçak bahis moved the flower vase, and doted on her ability to plan ahead. He placed both hands on her ass and assisted her effort to counter his swift thrusts, pulling her onto him when he moved forward. He leaned over to his left a little, and then to the right, to watch the sides of her perky breasts bouncing against the inside of her apron. She was moaning and squealing beautifully as he had his way with her. He was enthralled by the way she moved on him, and her never-ending enthusiasm to please him.

Before he knew what he was saying, he was confessing his true need to look into her eyes. Coming to a common understanding his request, their rocking rhythm slowed, and then stopped as he pulled himself from her, basking in the amazing feeling of her tight center gripping him. He gasped aloud with the sensation. When he looked down, she had turned over, and was untying the laces that held the halter of the apron around her neck. Before his eyes, her breasts were revealed in their round fullness as she pushed the green fabric of the apron down around her waist, where the only remaining laces lay. The heavy pendant of her necklace had slid around to the back of her neck, where it was now weighted, lying on the table top. She was displayed for him now, the look on her face begging him not to stay out of her too long.

He once again sated her silent request. Inside her again, he joined her on the table, pressing her down with his weight. In the moment, he was reminded of the day after one of her meetings that they had bought their dining furniture. She had cast a sidelong, secretive look at him when the salesman had prided this cherrywood table on its strength and sturdiness. She had been wearing a dress suit that day with a pair of black thigh-high stockings that had driven him absolutely crazy all day, and he had fantasized about taking her right there on the table. Of course, he had ended up waiting…how, he had no idea.. until later that night, long after her suit and stockings had been shed.

Now she had her carefully filed nails on his back, pulling him deeper into her as he thrusted, staring down into her gorgeous eyes and communicating all the desire he had ever felt for her. He noticed that their motion had pulled a few of the pins loose from her hair, and some were just sitting patiently on the table to be picked up later. Her eyes were wild with her need, focused on nothing but his as she used every muscle in her body to thrust back against his hard advances. He felt himself beginning to approach the point of no return- knowing that it was that look in her eyes that had done it. It was the whole reason he had wanted her to turn over. He knew she was going to hit her climax soon, and as soon as she did, the look in her eyes would rocket him to whatever edge still existed atop this incredible pleasure. He could feel her clenching him with the oncoming orgasm.

As soon as he felt it, he reared back, using his arms to push him back to his feet. Once on the floor, he gripped her thighs and slid her to the edge of the table, where he proceeded to serve her the deepest, fastest pounding he could administer. She came almost instantly, her cries music to his ears as he grunted through her pleasured convulsions. Her back arched, moving her body to lay the pressure right where he wanted it on his cock. Her breasts looked so amazing, bouncing and rocking, and he took ahold of one in each hand as he felt himself starting to fuck deeper into her softening center.

Time suddenly flew on in its own accord. He felt himself pulling his hot, soaked erection from her melting slit and gripped it in his hand. He was groaning, and knew he was smiling as she arched her back further, wanting to feel his cum on her body. She felt much of it cover her exposed breasts, and some was lost on the surface of the apron bunched around her waist. Both of them were panting, feeling the aftermath waves of both their great orgasms, and he felt his knees give out. He grabbed for the back of one of the matching cherrywood chairs that was sitting a few feet away. Catching his weight in it, he watched with a smile as she rose from the table, untying the remaining laces and dabbing at her skin with the cum-splattered apron. She tossed it aside and onto the floor with no care of where it landed, and it reminded him that he had something in his backpack for her.. something he had dropped carelessly inside the door. He would have to get it for her later. For the time being, he wanted her to come over and kiss him in the way that only she knew how. Then they would have dinner. Manicotti. And of course Apple Yogurt. She always added coloring to make it green.

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It’s a bitch to have a sex drive when you are under three feet tall.

To begin with, there is the problem of pleasuring myself. It is not my height itself that is the problem. But my short little arms will simply not reach to the places that I need them. Years of rehab (a stupid term since I was never “habbed” in the first place) had taught me to dress with hooks and to use other assorted appliances to get through daily life.

But, diddling my clit with a dressing hook had never done it for me. Once I tried inserting the curved handle of a cane. It didn’t work because I need a lot of stimulation on the outside before the inside will give me pleasure. And, besides, I felt really dumb doing it. From time to time, I tried just clenching my legs and wiggling or humping a firm pillow. Nothing worked. That’s where the matter stood for many years.

I substituted by doing the bar scene and casually picking up guys for one night stands. That was easy in the college town where I lived but it didn’t really work either. In the first place, most guys had to be really drunk to go home with me. Then they were usually too drunk to perform or even to care. In the morning, I would watch them do some version of the “coyote ugly” routine and escape as soon as they could. More often than not I ended up more frustrated than when I began.

Add to that the risks I was taking. Occasionally I ended up with a real wierdo who wanted unwelcome kink or threatened to be violent. Then there were frequent lapses of protection that threatened pregnancy and disease. Often I was too drunk to care.

I tried going with women a few times. They were gentle and attentive but simply didn’t do it for me. I guess I’m just not wired that way. I wish that I was. Life would be simpler.

Then I went through a big STD scare. After lots of medication and a stern lecture from my doctor, I resolved to clean up my act. I was already twenty eight years old. I was doing well at work and a promotion was imminent. I really did not want to mess up my life.

I made three pledges to myself:

1 – I would not get drunk any more (at least not very drunk).

2 – I would not have sex without a condom.

3 – I would not take home guys who were too drunk to know the difference.

I did go back to the bar scene but I stuck to my resolutions. The result was that I had little fun and got no action.

I still enjoyed the dancing. Yes, I dance. My little legs let me shuffle a bit and I could twist and shake, too. I always kept to a dark corner of the dance floor. I avoided dancing with any specific partner because I didn’t particularly like close up staring into crotches.

There was one bar I had to avoid altogether. That was where I had been so drunk that I let some guys lift me to dance on a table. I think I would have tried to strip for them if the bartender hadn’t broken up the party. (He said he liked my dancing but was afraid for his license.)

The bar scene wasn’t much fun without an erotic edge. Home was even more boring without sex. My life became one long round of monotony except for my work.

That is when I discovered an ad for ‘The Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong.’ I had canlı bahis never thought of such a thing. I was intrigued. I studied the ad in detail. Three speeds sounded good for variety and for building arousal gradually. The range of fifteen to twenty feet was more than enough to reach from my hand to my crotch. Panties were a snap to put on with dressing hooks. Clitoral stimulation was precisely what I needed. I didn’t think very much about the passionately heated nights out with a partner.

I couldn’t see a down side. I briefly considered an alternative ad for the ‘Insertable Remote Control Vibrating Egg.’ But that wasn’t where I need stimulation to begin with. And I couldn’t even insert a tampax with my dressing hooks.

So I ordered the ‘The Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong.’ In the days I waited for it to be delivered I bought a big package of sixteen AAA batteries. The next day I bought another package just in case. I read everything I could find about using vibrators.

It was delivered on a Friday. I stayed home the whole weekend and experimented. It was the best sex I ever had! The low speed worked for long and slow arousal. The middle speed worked for building to a climax and then a shot from the high speed would bring a crashing orgasm.

I experimented with continuous vibrations and with short pulses. I discovered that almost everything was nice and the variety was endless. I found that if I wore a pair of realy tight panties over the thong the vibrator pulled in firm and close and the sensation was strong and powerful.

For a month I was happy to stay home. But I began to miss the music and dancing and company of the bar scene. That’s when I decided to wear my ‘Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong’ on a night out at the bars. I could drink a bit and I could discretely pleasure myself as I danced. Then I could return home and finish up on high speed without some disgusting drunk guy in my bed.

I figured out how to attach the remote control to a bracelet with a piece of shoelace. It was just long enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I saw in the mirror that it was not too obvious. And, besides, If anyone asked about I could make up some story like it’s a pedometer to record how many steps I dance.

On Friday night I prepared to go out. Earlier, I had made sure the battery on my electric scooter was fully charged. Now I put fresh AAA batteries in the vibrator and its control. Over my thong I donned my tightest and sexiest jeans. (They are sexy if you overlook that they are not much longer than their width.) I put my bracelet and control on my wrist.

Mounted on my scooter I set out for the bars, about a half mile away. The bouncers at the door greeted me. They all knew me. They promised to watch my wheels while I was inside. They held the door open for me.

Once inside, I laboriously climbed the four steps with my rolling gait. I was glad there were only four. Once on top, I scoped the place out. Some college students that I knew casually were at a big booth and there seemed to be enough room for me.

I approached and they asked me to join them. I was chided for being such a stranger and they wanted to know where I had been all this time. I was vague about that. The waitress brought me my usual.

One of them introduced me briefly to someone I had never seen before. He was a student in electronics and technology who had just transferred to the local college from somewhere downstate. He looked out of place here.

He actually wore dark rimmed spectacles. His dirty blond hair was unruly with a cowlick sticking up. He had an odd way of looking at you, sort of crooked as if he was peering from behind a post. His grin was a bit lopsided, too.

But the most riveting thing about him was that the in the pocket of his faded denim shirt he actually had a plastic pocket protector. It was filled with a row of pens, pencils and assorted markers. The flap bore the name and logo of an engineering company. A calculator peeked from the top of the opposite pocket.

I was astonished. I didn’t know that there were nerds any more. At least I didn’t know that there were nerds that went to bars. He could have left his pens and calculator at home. More bahis siteleri stylish glasses would help, too.

I didn’t talk to him except to say, “Hi.” I was anxious to get to the dance floor. With my secret in my hand I made my way to a dark corner and began to sway.

My vibrator on low power stirred me to dance with slow and languid motions. The lights, the crowd and the one drink I had downed combined with the music lifted me to sweet arousal. This had been a really good idea.

I returned to the booth and ordered another drink. The nerd wasn’t there but he came back just as I was leaving for another dance. We exchanged a few words and then I left. On the way, I was jostled by some drunken jerk who stumbled into me. I kept my balance and continued on my way.

I began to dance again. I twisted my hand to retrieve the control on its string. All I found was the string and it was untied! “Crap,” I thought, “It must have gone when that idiot bumped me.” I began to retrace my steps.

Then for an instant I felt the tickle. It didn’t last long and I thought it must be my imagination. Then I felt it again and it was unmistakable. Someone had the thing and was fooling with it!

I knew it had to be close. The ad had said up to twenty feet. My eyes began to move in a circle with a twenty foot radius. I had completed about a third of the search when I saw the nerd studiously inspecting something he held in his hands. That had to be it.

I made my way as quickly as I could back to the booth. I felt some more little shocks as I went. I peered over the top of the table and said’ “That’s mine. Thanks for finding it.” He continued to play.

“I love gadgets,” he replied, “What is this for?”

I made my voice stern. “May I please — .” I got no further than that when, I felt a contuous high speed jolt that made my body convulse. I clung to the edge of the table with both hands and struggled not to lose control as the spasms came. As soon as I could, I hissed at him saying, “Hands off that thing and give it to me.”

He complied, but he looked a bit hurt. I felt a little bit sorry for him. But he continued in a loud voice, “What is that thing? I love gadgets.”

“Keep your voice down,” I shushed him. Again he looked hurt. “It’s none of your business.”

He looked even more hurt. “But I do like gadgets.” His voice was hushed and he had a kind of hangdog look. I did feel sorry for him.

I climbed into the booth next to him and said, “If you keep your voice down and keep a secret I’ll tell you.”

I ordered another drink and then in a hushed voice I told the story of ‘The Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong.’ I showed him the controls but I didn’t use them.

He was fascinated. He didn’t seem a bit shocked by the secret I was sharing with him. He didn’t leer at me. He didn’t make lewd remarks. He didn’t try to grab the controls. His eyes sparkled behind his glasses.

“That’s a great gadget,” he exclaimed in a still hushed voice. “It must work by radio. Infrared or laser light wouldn’t control it under clothing. Ultrasound would have to be too strong to be practical and the dogs wouldn’t like it.”

I had a hard time digesting the idea about the dogs. My drink had gone fast and I ordered another.

“How does it work,” he asked. “Are there three separate frequencies for the speeds or is it one frequency modulated with tones?” He frowned and looked into space. “It could be frequency modulated.”

I was at once appalled and amused. I had just told him my most intimate secret and he was going on about radio waves and dogs. He was a genuine nerd. I even started to like him a bit. I told him I had no idea how it worked.

“We could use a spectrum analyzer to find out. We could sort of reverse engineer it,” he enthused, but still hardly above a whisper. “I’ll bet that it wouldn’t be hard to build a control that responded to the beat of the music or to levels of light and dark.”

I have to admit that the idea of working it to the beat of the music intrigued me. I had a fleeting sense that my nerd could be useful and even fun. The mention of music called me to the dance floor again.

I clasped the control in my hand but I saw it was going to be hard bahis şirketleri to hold without its string. Also I worried about dropping it again. “Will you hold this for me?” I asked.

His eyes brightened. “Sure.” he replied. “Can I work it for you? I love gadgets.”

I even blushed a bit. I hadn’t expected him to be quite so bold. “What the hell,” I thought to myself. “You have to promise to stay on low speed.” I sped to the dance floor without waiting for his reply.

I felt the little charges. In fact they did follow the beat of the music. I was a bit apprehesive about being out of control. But he seemed to follow my orders about staying on low speed.

Sometimes the pulses were longer, sometimes shorter. I liked the long ones but not as a steady diet of stimulation. They semed to vary back and forth exactly as I wanted them. This geek was good!

Gradually I began to notice a pattern. The short pulses came when I was dancing in the shadows. The longer ones came when I came to the light. When I needed them subdued, I would move toward the shadows. When I needed more I would dance to the light. I marvelled. He was manipulating me.

I returned to the table and climbed on the seat opposite him this time. I told him, “I caught on to your trick with the light and dark. Shame on you.”

He beamed. “I took a course in Behavioral Psychology. Operant conditioning is what they call it. The experimenter waits for the behavior he wants and then rewards it. After enough repetitions, the experimental animal will repeat the behaviour that is rewarded. I had you coming into the light when you wanted more and to the dark when you wanted less.”

“Listen, gadget man, I’ve studied more Psychology than you ever will and I could teach the course on the B.F.Skinner stuff.” I pouted a bit. “And what do you expect to accomplish by calling a lady an experimental animal?” Now he had the hangdog look again and I felt sorry for him. It wasn’t his fault that he was a nerd. That’s just how it goes for some people.

His glass was empty. “Let me buy you a drink. What will it be?”

“Oh, I only drink water.”

“My God, the waitress must hate you, drinking free all night.”

“No,” he said innocently. “I gave her a big tip when I came in and told her I’ll drink water. She’s happy. And I think she enjoys stiffing the owners of the place.”

When she came, I ordered ginger ale. She looked at me a bit funny because I had never done that before. Then she turned to him and smiled. “The usual?” she asked. He replied with his crooked smile.

Well, I recognized the way she looked at him and realized he could probably go home with her if he wanted to. A generous man who is sober is not a bad deal. I was surprised that I even felt a bit jealous.

We nursed our drinks. “I really like gadgets.” he mused. After a pause he continued. “I would sure like to see the other end.”

Now was the moment to decide. The way he said it I couldn’t be sure whether he was interested only in the other end of the gadget or in my other end as well. Also I couldn’t tell whether I liked him or I just liked my gadget.

This all raced quickly through my mind. At least, I decided, we had a mutual interest in ‘The Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong.’ I reviewed my new rules.

1 – I wasn’t drunk (or at least not very drunk).

2 – I had condoms at home.

3 – And he wasn’t drunk at all!

His remark about reverse engineering flashed through my mind.

I couldn’t see a down side. “I can’t show you here,” I giggled. “You’ll have to come to my place.”

He answered with his lopsided grin.

We were outside and on the way well before closing time. We turned onto the tree lined avenue that led to my apartment building. The moon was up and casting shadows of the trees on the sidewalk.

He ambled beside my scooter with his hand in a pocket with the gadget. Every time I passed from shadow to moonlight the vibrations increased and then softened again as I returned to shadow. I studied the patterns of light and shadow as far ahead as I could see in rapt anticipation.

At my place I drove the scooter into the hall and dismounted. I didn’t turn on a light. I reached up for his hand and led him through the darkened living room to my bedroom.

The room was in darkness except for a wide swath of moonlight from the window that shone over the pillows and counterpane of my bed. I knew that it was an omen.

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This is the third in a series of stories following Ed and his adventures as a door-to-door salesman. You don’t need to have read chapter one but you might as well!

I hope you enjoy them and please do leave me feedback – it’s always welcome. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.

Things had quietened down for Ed since his little sojourn by the pool with Tilly. He’d taken her up on her offer of doing her in the shower which had then led to another offer of doing her in her bedroom. It was there, while she was riding him on her bed, with the trappings of her teenage life all around him – most pertinently her ballet certificates and gymkhana rosettes – that Ed had finally realised he probably shouldn’t have been doing what he was doing. Tilly was eighteen, so there was no problem legally but morally he felt he was on shakier ground. As her svelte teenage body bounced eagerly on top of him and her impossibly tight, bare pussy milked a third load from his tired balls he had made a decision to behave himself until he’d made enough money to pay for his onward ticket.

He didn’t want to leave but he’d heard enough stories about the strict immigration policies to know if he wanted to come back any time soon he shouldn’t outstay his welcome. Things had definitely been looking up recently. He’d made a good drinking and smoking buddy, if not necessarily a lifelong friend, in the Canadian, even if he still didn’t know what his name was. The Canadian had inspired him with the confidence to pick up on the signals from interested females and he’d already had some considerable success, what with Charlene the yummy mummy, and Tilly the spoiled daddy’s girl. Through the Canadian Ed had met the Hungarian dancer who had already provided him with a quite remarkable memory of his time in Australia and, he was reasonably sure, could provide more to come – as it were – if the Canadian would only relax a bit. As the horny Hungarian had brought the pair of them to the upper limits of ecstasy Ed had realised he was fine with being in the same room as another naked guy. In fact he’d enjoyed it and was hoping the girl’s suggestion of more fun with the two guys was a genuine one, but the Canadian was having trouble with the idea.

“I mean, yeah, getting head was awesome, dude, but we can’t do more. I mean; what if our dicks touched or something? Wouldn’t that be gay? I couldn’t even look at you, man,” the Canadian had told Ed over a cold one a couple of nights later.

Ed had brought the matter up on the off chance the Canadian had managed to come to terms with seeing an engorged member that belonged to someone else.

“Jesus, man. It’s not you I’m interested in, it’s her. This has to be the chance of a lifetime. The opportunity to fuck an amazingly hot girl together? It’s like, fucking, porn shit.”

The Canadian’s horizons remained insufficiently broadened, however. “Sorry, dude. I just can’t. I don’t mind if you fuck her though.”

“I’m not gonna fuck your girl. I wouldn’t do that. Anyway, she doesn’t want to fuck just me, she wants us both. Man the fuck up. Take one for the team. Wear a fucking blindfold, I don’t care!”

The Canadian had shaken his head apologetically and sloped off to buy another jug of beer. Ed sighed and sat back in his chair, rueing his buddy’s lack of faith in his own sexuality. I mean, Ed thought, surely he’s seen dude’s dicks in porn. What was the big deal?

The next day, as Ed sat in the font of the battered minibus that was dropping off the various door-to-door sellers, he reminded himself of the task ahead of him: to earn the last couple of hundred bucks he needed to buy his ticket. Fantasies of threesomes with comically beautiful exotic dancers would have to remain just that. The first knock of the day was his priority and that was something that hadn’t got any easier no matter how high his confidence was.

He hadn’t been paying much attention to where they were going. Over the weeks that he’d been doing this job he’d come to realise it didn’t pay to plan ahead too much. He had no control over where he was sent, that was left to the wide-boy owners of the outfit and there was no point in stressing over being sent to a difficult patch. One of the owners, a thin, wiry Irishman called Declan was beside him in the driving seat. As they drove towards yet another identikit residential area it took Ed a moment to realise Declan was talking to him.

“Ed, you dozy fucker. Did you hear me?”

“No, sorry. What?”

“Fuck’s sake,” Declan drawled.

How he’d made so much money in sales was beyond Ed who was only now getting used to the thick Cork accent. He felt sure it was the piercing green eyes and general air of barely contained violence that did it rather than any slick patter.

“You know you could be a top boy if you put a bit more into it, Eddie-lad. You need to give a hundred and ten, not ninety nine or a hundred. It’s gotta be a hundred and ten in this game.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d hear his name mentioned as a potential ‘top boy’. He eyed bahis firmaları Declan’s cheap shoes and polyester shirt as the ancient van struggled up a slight incline. The prospect didn’t fill him with much passion. Ed hadn’t bothered telling anyone he was leaving the following week, he couldn’t bear the thought of the talk of “bottling it” and his “not having the stones for the big time” that came the way of anyone who had the temerity to leave. Big time, my arse, Ed thought.

“I said, you’re with the newbie today,” Declan told him, jerking a thumb towards the back of the minibus. “Fresh off the plane. Show ’em how it’s done, big man.”

“Great,” muttered Ed, not bothering to look round. Showing a newbie the ropes was one of the downsides of being relatively good at the job. Newcomers usually had no idea what the role entailed, the management having told them as little as possible beforehand so as not to scare them off before they even started. For Ed it meant having a shadow for the entire day, having to explain what he was doing and why, and having to try and convince the hapless soul that it was actually possible to make some money. The newbie wouldn’t be paid, of course, and not many showed up again the next day. The team was shrinking, though, and Ed would be expected to make the job seem appealing enough for the newcomer to come back. In the past Ed had had people quit after twenty minutes, only to realise they were miles from home and without any means of getting back until the minibus showed up at the end of the day. The job was shit enough without a gormless newcomer making it harder.

By the time he was standing on the baking concrete pavement with the minibus belching its smoky way towards its next drop-off point Ed had to admit his mood had lightened somewhat. His companion for the day was a pretty English backpacker who introduced herself with a beaming smile as Katrina, or Kat, for short. It wasn’t only her smile, her neat blonde bob and her blue eyes that had cheered Ed up. One of the biggest problems Ed had with having a newbie alongside was that they were usually clueless, scruffy fuckwits who were more likely to repulse customers than charm them. Kat, however, wore a smart fitted white blouse showing just a hint of cleavage, a tight dark grey skirt, and a pair of cream kitten-heeled court shoes that looked as though she might actually be able to walk in them. Looking, as she did, like a smart office worker, Ed wondered what the hell she was doing here, sampling the delights of a door-to-door career. Still, she wasn’t going to scare anyone off and, he supposed, might even be a bit of an advantage if it came to any lustful male customers.

Ed and Kat had exchanged pleasantries and swapped the usual backpacker information – where they were from, where they’d been, next adventures, and so on. Kat was from Manchester, had just done Vietnam, Laos, Thailand and Cambodia, and was in Australia for six months – if she could find a job, of course. She had dropped a point in Ed’s esteem by saying she’d “done” anywhere, as if it was something to be ticked off a list, but he knew he was shallow enough for her figure, hair and smile to outweigh the odd foible.

Their patch for the day looked an average one. Not as well-to-do as Tilly’s suburb but not a total dump, either. There was a faint smell of cement dust in the air and the houses looked almost brand new. The two of them walked towards the first door of the day. Ed, full of confidence after his recent sexual conquests and with the Canadian’s mantra foremost in his thoughts, knew he couldn’t show any weakness in front of Kat.

“Okay, here we go. It’s probably best if you hang back for the first few doors to see what it’s all about.” He turned to her, gave her a friendly grin and knocked.

“Fuck off!” a voice shouted through the screen door.

“Will do,” Ed called back.

“Charming,” Kat said.

They were about a dozen doors down with nothing to show for their efforts. Hardly anyone had been at home and those that were hadn’t shown the slightest interest. Ed didn’t think he was doing a great job of impressing Kat and an even worse one of showing her what a great job this really was.

“Is it always like this?” she asked as another door closed in their face.

“No, this is particularly bad,” Ed replied. “It’ll pick up, don’t worry.”

Kat smiled optimistically. They were passing a little grassed area with a couple of eucalyptus trees and a bench. Ed nodded towards it. “Let’s take a break.”

Despite his financial pressures and promise to himself to concentrate on selling not shagging, Ed couldn’t help noticing that Kat was most definitely his type. She wasn’t flaunting her biggish boobs and shapely bum, nor her long legs, but they were most definitely there, nevertheless, and Ed surreptitiously admired them. As they sat in the shade his mind wandered. If he could convince her it was a job worth doing then his last few days could be made much more interesting.

“I know it doesn’t make much difference to kaçak iddaa me, but shouldn’t we push on? How about I come to the door with you next time so I can hear your pitch better?”

Kat had snapped him from his daydream, catching him mid-fantasy.

“Yeah, yeah. Good idea. Let’s go,” Ed said loudly, springing to his feet.

“So what we’re looking for is at least three yesses in a row,” Ed explained as they approached the next door. “Keep them positive, keep them interested. It’s the sales orgasm – yes, yes, yes!”

“Oh yeah?” Kat giggled. “I’ll have to remember that one”.

Ed silently congratulated himself on making her laugh. At least some things were looking positive. He banged on the next door and winked at Kat. “Okay, watch and learn.”

“Hi there,” he said breezily to the middle-aged man who opened the door.

“G’day,” the man said then looked at Kat.

“We’re in the area today with a great deal on cinema tickets. Are you a movie-goer, sir?”

“Yeah, I am,” the customer said, his gaze moving downwards to Kat’s bosom.

“That’s great, me too, especially when it’s so hot. I love the air con in there.” Ed said. “Well, as I’m sure you’d agree the cinema is pretty pricey these days, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is,” the man said.

Ed was feeling good. The man was warming up nicely. “And you probably don’t get to go as often as you’d like?”

“Well, I guess not, no. I mean yeah.” Kat’s appearance was receiving a thorough appraisal. She smiled sweetly.

Ed laughed and grinned encouragingly. “That’s great. Well, we have a fantastic money-saving deal today. Could I interest you in making a purchase?”

The man licked his lips and nodded, finally looking at Ed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll take a bunch.”

“Excellent,” said Ed. “Now, if I can just take some details.”

“Wow, he came pretty hard,” Kat laughed as they walked down the drive, Ed folding the notes into his wallet.

“See what I mean?” Ed said, flipping a page on his clipboard to see where the next street was. “At least three yesses.”

“Yes,” Kat nodded slowly. “I’m definitely learning from the master.”

Ed laughed modestly. “I wouldn’t say that, exactly, but that was a good pitch. Lots to take from it.” He looked across the road and pointed. “Right. Let’s go.”

Ed’s fortunes had definitely improved as the morning had gone on. He knew having a pretty girl with him didn’t hurt but his pitches were all going well and he’d sold plenty. He’d done almost as well with women as with men, so Kat’s presence couldn’t really be the reason. The Canadian’s advice about picking up on signals had been, as ever, floating around his thoughts and Ed had been musing to himself about the parallels between seducing a woman and persuading a customer. It was all about asking the right questions and looking out for those tell-tale signs, he thought. Judging by his recent successes in both arenas he was doing pretty well, even if he said so himself. After another successful visit to a door, Ed decided it was time for another little break.

“Can I have a go next?” Kat asked, as they leaned against a shady wall.

It wasn’t really the done thing to let a newbie loose on customers on their first day but Ed couldn’t see the harm in allowing her a couple of goes, even if it was only so Kat could learn for herself how hard the job really was.

“Sure, why not?” Ed said, handing her the clipboard. “You want me to come with you?”

“I’m a big girl, Ed. I’ll be okay. The sales orgasm, right?” Kat smiled and gave him a wink.

She turned and crossed the road. Ed watched her bum move under the tight fabric of her skirt. If that hadn’t been a sign, what was?

Ed watched from afar as Kat began talking to the woman at the door. She had lasted thirty seconds which was usually a good sign and Ed’s thoughts wandered again, recalling his recent escapades with the opposite sex. Yes, he’d been following the Canadian’s advice and looking out for signals of attraction but now he thought about it, he hadn’t actually made the first move. Charlene had pretty much seduced him, the Hungarian girl had given him very little choice, and Tilly had set him up entirely. Maybe it was time he took the initiative. Just imagine how much sex he could be having if he was more aggressive in his advances, rather than waiting for the girls to start things. Kat waved goodbye to the woman and skipped down the drive towards him.

“Never mind an orgasm, I must’ve hit her G spot!” Kat shouted as she bounced towards him, brandishing three crisp notes. “Sixty dollars! Wow, that felt great!” Kat threw her arms around him and hugged him with joy.

“That’s amazing. You’re a natural!” said Ed, briefly squeezing Kat’s ample chest to his own.

This, was a great opportunity, Ed thought, grinning at the beaming blonde. His eyes travelled down her shapely form. A surge of tingly excitement rushed through him at the thought of feeling her body through the business-like outfit. His groin fizzed in anticipation. It was all he could do to kaçak bahis stop himself grabbing at her breast right now.

They started walking along the pavement toward the next house, Kat almost skipping with glee at her bonanza, chatting excitedly about her sale. “There’s a real rush, isn’t there? When I realised she was interested I got a great buzz. It’s like a proper thrill, do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, absolutely, it’s like a physical sensation isn’t it?” he agreed. She was talking about getting a thrill. That was another definite signal. He wasn’t imagining it, she was totally up for it. As Kat chatted all Ed could think about was how he was going to make his move. His cock was growing in his trousers at the thought.

The road they were on was on the edge of the residential area. At the end of the street was wild scrubland. Tall weeds and the odd spindly tree gave the land some meagre greenery but otherwise it was rock and dust and the odd pile of discarded bricks left over from the construction of the estate. Kat was a little way ahead of him when she dropped the voucher she was carrying and bent to retrieve it. Her round, tightly-clad arse pointed at Ed as he approached. She must have been doing it on purpose. His cock got harder and another wave of sexual energy rushed through him. He’d always regret it if he didn’t. He took his chance.

“You’ve got a lovely arse, you know.” Ed ran his hand down the middle of Kat’s bottom, pressing his finger firmly against her arsehole.

Kat yelped in surprise and stood up. She turned to Ed.

“What the fuck?” she shouted. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

“C’mon, let’s find somewhere for a quick fuck,” he said, indicating the scrubland. “No one’ll see.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re a fucking pervert,” she yelled.

“Come on. You know you want to, it’ll be horny.” Ed stepped towards her.

“I do fucking not! Don’t come anywhere near me!”

Ed stopped, she sounded like she meant it. “Don’t you fancy me, then?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“No, you arrogant prick, I’ve got a boyfriend. Jesus, what kind of freak are you? What would make you think I fancy you? And even if I did, why the fuck would I fuck a stranger on a bit of fucking waste ground?”

“You didn’t say you had a boyfriend,” Ed said feebly.

“You didn’t ask, you fucking knobhead!” she yelled.

She was right. It hadn’t occurred to him for a second to ask, so convinced as he was of her signals and his newfound way with women.

She pulled her phone out. “You’re a fucking prick. You can shove your shitty job up your fucking arse!” She marched off, throwing the vouchers on the ground and putting the phone to her ear. Her call was answered. “Hiya babe… Have you bought that car yet? …Oh thank fuck… Yeah, can you come and pick me up?”

Ed sat on the kerb where Kat had stormed off. He knew what he’d done was out of order. His judgment had been seriously impaired by the cocktail of confidence and hormones and he’d obviously misread the situation quite catastrophically. Kat wouldn’t be back tomorrow, that was clear, but Ed felt genuine contrition. He wasn’t the kind of bloke who went round mauling women and treating them like objects, he was just a randy guy who had had a lot of unexpected sex recently and thought he could have some more. He wondered if the Canadian had ever come on too strong like that. Of course he had, he just didn’t worry about the knockback; there would always be failed efforts and collateral damage.

Ed climbed to his feet and dusted off the seat of his trousers. He told himself to put it behind him and get on with the day. He was supposed to be concentrating on making money anyway but he couldn’t help but feel like a right dick.

His financial situation was not improving as rapidly as he needed it to. Since Kat’s departure he’d only made a couple of small sales. He was an arrogant prick, Kat was right. And it seemed pretty clear that the successful morning had been down to her rather than his killer pitch. He cringed at the thought of the sales orgasm. He trudged his way up yet another drive, past a shining navy blue restored 70s-era ute and rapped his knuckles on the screen door.

The door was opened by a woman a couple of years older than Ed.

“Hi there,” he began. “My name’s Ed and I’m…”

“Hi, Ed,” the woman said with a smile. “What can I do for you?”

Being interrupted threw Ed and he stopped to begin his pitch again. His eyes drifted over the woman. She was average height, had straight highlighted blonde hair, parted to one side and reaching past her shoulders and dark, almost kohl eyeliner around her steely-blue eyes. A small silver nose stud shone in the sunlight. Her left arm was covered from shoulder to elbow in a huge, brightly coloured tattoo of, from Ed’s brief glance, a kind of jungle scene with big cats, entwined serpents, exotic birds and almost certainly much more. His eyes hadn’t lingered long on the tattoo, however, because of the three open buttons on the woman’s already low-cut grey sleeveless top and the substantial cleavage on show. Remembering the morning’s debacle he forced himself to look up, meeting her gaze once more to find her still smiling enigmatically.

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Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes, he is a great friend to help me out so much. I hope you enjoy it. ~ellie

*****

The holidays had been an excruciating exercise in tolerance. The beautiful Manor house that was Carrie’s home with Sinclair was taken over by his family, who stayed with them from the time of the accident, a week before Christmas, through the following week leading up to the engagement party on New Year’s Eve.

“We never celebrated the holidays, it was always just me and Mum, my father usually sent me something, but I never saw him. Even Jordan tended to spend the holidays elsewhere,” she frowned, never having thought about that fact before. “It was just another day for me,” she tried to explain.

“Surely, since being here in London as an adult, you get into the general vibe of the season? The decorations in shops and carols blaring through the sound systems. Even the museum is decorated with holiday cheer,” Sinclair couldn’t fathom how anyone in this day and age could go through life without celebrating the holidays, or at least acknowledging Christmas, if not celebrating it.

“Let’s just get through tonight,” she said nervously. “Then you can teach me about every holiday you and your family feel the need to celebrate throughout the year so I don’t freak out like I have this year,” Carrie sighed.

“Actually, that sounds like fun!” Sinclair said enthusiastically. He imagined he would be her first Valentine. She would never have even gotten a homemade card from a love-struck boy at school. He wrapped his arms around her. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He loved her simple, yet elegant, style. The designer she used frequently knew how to drape material to enhance her amazing body, and tonight she looked almost as good as the first night he met her at the Rackham Estate. That first midnight blue swath of soft satin was etched in his mind for all time.

For Christmas Sinclair had given her rubies, a bracelet and earrings that held large faultless stones. The Heart was being kept in a locked vault until the exhibition of the Mansvelt collections. True to his word, Sinclair had not told his father or anyone else that he knew who the Fool was, and precautions were still being taken to ensure the family treasure’s safety.

“I have something for you,” he traced the line of her neck. “It’s not the heart, but,” he pulled a necklace from his pocket. From it hung a large square cut ruby. “It’s not the Heart, but…”

“It’s beautiful, but I think leaving my neck naked sends more of a message to those who will be watching. The promise of what will decorate it in the future,” she smiled, and her hand fluttered over her collar bones.

“You have a point, and, personally,” he leant in to nuzzle her neck. “I prefer it when I have full access to you,” he bit lightly at her skin and murmured softly. “Do you think they’d be mad if we were late to our own engagement party?”

“I imagine your mother would come in here personally and pry us apart,” Carrie laughed. “I don’t think Jordan would be very impressed either,” she said, knowing that was one way squash Sinclair’s ardour. Jordan called her several times a day now and demanded a meeting almost every other day. Things had gone back to the way they were before her trip to his parent’s home and Panama and the ultimate realisation that Jordan hadn’t been honest with her. Sinclair had worked hard to maintain his friendly rivalry with Jordan, even when Carrie had been giving him the cold shoulder. Now that Carrie was falling back into line with the family and welcoming a sibling-like relationship with Jordan again, she was able to have a modicum of freedom within the cage her family had built around her life. She lived with Sinclair, worked at the museum, and had lunch or dinner with her brother several times a week.

The problem was, that even though it looked to any observer that her life had returned to normal, it was far from that. Her life was full of secrets and lies now, she spoke in a myriad of code like language to the various factions in her life. Her team from the museum would be here tonight, including the two hackers that now worked for her there.

Frazer and Sinclair had planned the guest list, carefully ensuring invitations went out to all of the major players in the association of the Hats, plus some influential members of past families and influential contacts. Frazer didn’t know the truth about Carrie, but had rather hypothesised the idea that an annexed family might be behind the vendetta. Once the seed was sown, Frazer and several older members of the association had met to discuss the idea and who might benefit from taking such personal items from each family.

“Showtime,” Sinclair stepped back from her and took her hand. “That dress is seriously dangerous, don’t flirt with the older men, they mightn’t bahis firmaları be able to take being hit on two fronts.” He chuckled as they left the room and went down to the ballroom.

The huge room opened out to the side gardens of the property, and, although both Sinclair and Carrie had requested a small gathering of family and friends, the wants and needs of the various factions of their family had caused this night to become a large celebration with guests numbering in the hundreds. Many had already begun to arrive, and Georgia was in full operations mode, dishing out orders to the temporary staff as well and her daughters and their husbands.

“Oh, Carrie, dear, thank goodness you’re here,” Georgia gathered her to her side by linking arms with her. “She didn’t RSVP at all, and then she just arrived with your brother,” Georgia was obviously distressed. “Come on, Sinclair. You come too,” she said over her shoulder.

“Who came with Jordan?” Carrie frowned.

“Edith is here!” she said, as if a little awed by the woman’s presence.

“Grandmother came? That’s good news, isn’t it?” Carrie frowned, wondering if her grandmother was in one of her peevish moods and being generally unpleasant to everyone. Georgia had been nagging Carrie about the lack of RSVP, and all Carrie could say was that her grandmother was mercurial and you could never know where or when she would show up.

“Well, yes, but…” Georgia was cut off by the commanding, but cheerful, voice of Edith Ward.

“There’s my beautiful granddaughter!” she held out her arms from where she sat holding court with quite a few of the older members of the Hats, including Frazer.

“Grandmother, I’m so glad you could come!” Carrie said in a cheerful voice and went to embrace her and kiss her leathery cheek.

“Of course, Darling, your father was so nervous about seeing you after such a long time that I decided to come and be a familiar face amongst a sea of strangers.”

“My father?” Carrie blinked. “But I, I mean, I…” she stuttered as her eyes swept the sea of faces surrounding her grandmother.

“Carrington?” a deep, vaguely familiar voice said from behind her. She spun, willing herself to smile at the man she had barely seen throughout her lifetime and had not invited to this party.

“Father?” she questioned, feeling as if she had been ambushed. “This is unexpected.” She tilted her head. He was tall and broad shouldered and had the same dancing green eyes she had been fascinated with as a little girl. She had seen him at her mother’s funeral, and knew him, or, at least of him and his life, but he may as well have been one of the strangers at the party rather than her father for the lack of emotion she felt about seeing him there. The fact that he and her grandmother had come together was not lost on her though, and she puzzled over the how, what, and why they were in contact at all.

“It can’t have been too unexpected, I did RSVP on time,” he smiled, easing the tension of seeing his estranged daughter. There was something else going on here, and she wasn’t sure what because she hadn’t listed him on her invite list.

“Sinclair Mansvelt,” Sinclair came to her rescue. “Soon to be son-in-law. I would just like to point out that she proposed to me, so I think that gives me a loophole for the whole getting your blessing thing,” he chuckled as he introduced himself. He knew it would be no surprise, as Carrie had told Jordan that her proposal was the only way she would get close to the Heart.

“William Wordsworth, and I believe that does let you off the hook quite cleanly.” He said with a strong Australian accent, shaking Sinclair’s hand politely before attempting an awkward embrace with Carrie. “Would you care to show me around your beautiful house while we catch-up?”

“I really should be welcoming guests at this point. Would you mind if I gave you a tour a little later?” she said somewhat cautiously. What this man was doing here with her Grandmother was incomprehensible to her. She noticed Jordan for the first time hovering beside William. “Jordan, could you introduce William to a few of the guests for me? I’m sure there will be quite a few people here who would love to listen to his accent.”

“Well, I certainly would,” Frazer volunteered. “I expect we’ll be co-parenting the two of you from now on, and I, for one, will enjoy being able to share the burden of looking after kids who seemed to manage to find danger everywhere they go.”

“A little bit of an exaggeration there, Dad. Don’t you think?” Sinclair rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Come with me, William, I will tell you about the time they went to the seaside to eat fish and chips and ended up coming home in an ambulance,” Frazer narrowed his eyes at Sinclair as if daring him to argue the point.

“That was one time, and it was only me that ended up in the hospital. Geez, Dad!” he groaned as a long-suffering child might when their parents embarrassed them, but the smile on his face told Carrie that this kaçak iddaa was a regular game between them.

“I think I’d like to hear that story,” William chuckled. “Can I buy you a beer, Frazer?”

“Sinclair’s buying tonight, so let’s have two!” Frazer chuckled and gathered the man to walk away from the small gathering of guests that surrounded Edith. “Georgia, what time is it?” he asked over his shoulder, and smiled as his wife gasped and hurried off to manage some small detail of the evening.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Grandmother, I hope we can find some time to talk while you’re here. Are you staying in London long?” Carrie asked.

“Perhaps, but you go and greet your guests, Carrington, I’m sure we’ll find time to talk tonight or in the morning. Perhaps we could meet for lunch tomorrow, just the family? It’s a rarity that we are all in the same city at the same time. It’s so difficult to get William to leave his work,” Edith said pleasantly, but Carrie could hear the order issued and nodded.

“Of course, Grandmother. That would be lovely. Maybe Jordan could text me the details of where you are staying and I could come to your hotel. There are so many people staying with us at the moment, it’s a bit chaotic here at the house,” Carrie agreed quickly.

“Wonderful, that’s decided then. Now go and play hostess and leave this old lady to gossip with old friends,” she smiled beatifically and waved Carrie away.

The night went in a blur for Carrie after that with so many guests to talk to, and the five-course dinner with speeches, including one from her father about her childhood, though he admitted he was a mostly absent father. People were beginning to move out to the front porch and lawn for a display of fireworks when she finally managed to catch Jordan and duck into a small side room.

“Why didn’t you tell me Edith and the sperm donor were coming?” she asked. “I thought we were back on the same team? You and me, remember, just the way it’s always been. We need to start preparing for April, and you ambushing me like this doesn’t fill me with confidence.”

“Things change, you did that,” he accused more sharply than he had intended. “No good complaining about the lack of communication now.” His voice was a hard voice. “Despite what you think, they didn’t tell me either. You didn’t just wreck your own life going off the reservation. Did you even think about what it did to me and my relationships in the family? Either they made a last-minute decision to surprise you with William’s appearance, or they have an agenda of their own now that I’m not privy to,” he predicted ominously. “They know where the Heart will be on April first, and, let’s face it, you’re not the only thief in the family. They treat Edith like a fuckin’ goddess here, and to hear some of the stories; she was much better than you in her day.” Jordan’s voice was coldly distant as he delivered the last statement.

“They wouldn’t take the last job away from me, would they? I need to finish this for Robyn. Not for me or them, but for her. You have to talk to Edith, Jordie! She’ll listen to you, even if she’s mad at me; you’ve done nothing wrong.” Carrie’s eyes welled up as she angrily pleaded with him to help her finish Robyn’s plan.

Jordan was taken aback. This wasn’t what he expected. He assumed she was running with the plan only because the family had forced her back on task. Now he could see that being stuck here with all of Sinclair’s dreadful unruly family had made her keenly aware that she was an orphan. She had told him as much as she constantly complained about the many nieces and nephews running the halls of their house. He also knew she hadn’t fully forgiven him for what she viewed as a betrayal and the subsequent blackmail to pull her back into the family plans. He could see how in that context William’s appearance tonight had completely blind-sided her and made her miss having the over-powering and over-protective presence of her mother who never gave her choices but rather told her what to think and do.

“I don’t know,” he said, feeling strange. This wasn’t the strong in control Carrie that he knew. Unsure of what to do he reached out and stroked her upper arm in a comforting motion.

“Fuck! Why did Robyn have to die before this was over? I need her, Jordie; I need Robyn to help me deal with everything, I’m floundering now. The information on Sinclair was wrong, and I need her to fix it. I need her to sort out whatever is going on with Edith and the sperm donor. Everything is out of control because she didn’t stick around long enough to see the job through, the fucking bitch! She just left me holding a bag full of bullshit and expected me to make sense of it!” She began to pace, a sure sign that she was anxious and agitated.

He, too, had been surprised by the inaccuracy of Robyn’s notes on Sinclair. They’d managed the Rackham theft well because Robyn had been there and lucid through most of the early planning. They’d both dropped the ball relying too heavily kaçak bahis on her planning when it came to Sinclair. The woman had been sick for over a decade, it was no wonder her work was left incomplete and lacking substance. He hadn’t realised just how much this had affected Carrie. She’d had her breakdown, as he called it now, after meeting Sinclair’s family, and if this was how she was feeling about Robyn, he could see why she finally snapped and started seeking out information on her own.

“You and me,” he said softly, gathering her into his arms to stop her agitated pacing and ranting before someone overheard them and came in to find them. “We can do this, you and me together. I’ll talk to Edith and see what I can find out.” He felt her relax in his arms as soon as he agreed to talk to Edith. “Take a deep breath. You need to go out there and be madly in love with Sinclair, not angry at the universe for taking Robyn away too early.”

“I need her, Jordie,” she said, letting go of a deep breath.

“I know, but you have me, and I will do everything that I can to make this last plan work, but we need to start some serious preparation,” he said, not wanting to give in too much just because she was emotional. He was still just as mad at her for icing him out as she was at him for his betrayal. “You know,” he said quietly, his hand trailing lightly over her one bare shoulder. “If the real Heart is half as stunning as this replica, it will be something to behold.” His hand trailed down her chest to where the replica given to her during the speeches for effect sat just above the line of her cleavage. Even Sinclair had been surprised by his parent’s gift of the heart, and apologised for the replica she would have to wear while the real Heart of the Heartless was in the exhibition she was overseeing.

“Even I haven’t seen the real one yet, they are having it delivered to the museum the week before the show opens,” she sighed. “Until then it could be in a number of locations,” she stepped back out of his arms, taking another large calming breath.

“Lunch tomorrow,” Jordan said. “I can come pick you up so we can talk on the way, if you like.”

“That’s a bit out of your way, don’t you think?” Carrie shook her head. “I’ll get the guys to drop me off and pick me up. We’ll still have time to talk. You can drive me home if you want to, or we could drive you home.” The latter was her preference. She was calmer now, and ready to go back when the door opened and Dylan stood to stare at them.

“They’re waiting for you to start the fireworks,” the woman said plaintively.

“Come on,” Jordan said, putting a brotherly arm around her shoulder. “Robyn always loved fireworks, she wouldn’t be happy if you missed them because of her.”

“I’ll let Sinclair know you’re on your way,” Dylan said with an odd note in her voice. She didn’t think she had met a Robyn tonight, but she hoped none of Sinclair’s ex-girlfriends had been giving Carrie grief tonight, Carrie was clearly upset. Dylan decided she needed to have a quiet word with her little brother before she went to bed.

“Thanks,” Carrie called after Dylan, who seemed to be hurrying away before Carrie could answer. “Thank you too,” she said softly, as she and Jordan emerged from the room. “I think that’s been building up since I had to endure a big family Christmas with Georgia, who is just so different to Robyn,” she pulled a face.

“I get it,” Jordan said, feeling that she had finally returned to him in the way he needed. He took her hand lightly in his as they walked outside. “Did I tell you that you look amazing tonight?”

“I thought green was always your preference?” she teased.

“That’s still my favourite of your gowns, he admitted. “So very…” he realised where they were and who they were surrounded by and substituted the word sexy for, “You.”

Carrie laughed and cocked an eyebrow at him as she let go of his hand and went to join Sinclair, who had been watching their entrance onto the front porch. When she got close enough he pulled her in front of him, pressing up against her back and wrapping his arms around her. The fireworks were spectacular, and, afterwards, people began to drift away, farewelling the happy couple and thanking them for a lovely evening.

Carrie and Sinclair became trapped on the front porch in the cold wintery evening air farewelling guests, and she found as she said goodbye to her grandmother and father that she had spent hardly any time with them during the evening and promised to be at their hotel for lunch the following day. It was close to two AM when she finally sat down in front of the fireplace in the cosy living room as the staff cleaned up the debris from the party.

“Sin-bin, go find us a nice bottle of red, pretty please? I know Dad has some of that Taylors hidden around here somewhere,” Dylan asked, flopping onto the couch closest to Carrie.

“Sure, why not,” Sinclair said easily, and rose to his feet from where he had crouched beside the fire, stoking it back to blazing new life.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Dylan said in a soft voice. “It must be hard having all of us around when you lost your Mum not so long ago. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

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The next morning dawned bright, the early mist clearing and the temperature rising quickly. Laura and Vivette decided to spend the day by the pool, enjoying the quiet sounds of the nearby countryside.

Vivette appeared from her room wearing a striking bikini, her breasts barely covered by tiny triangles of almost translucent material. Laura could see the deep cleft of her sex outlined by the tight fabric, and felt her mouth suddenly dry. Laura herself was more modestly covered, her bathing suit rather old-fashioned compared to Vivette’s ensemble.

She wrapped herself in her towel before making her way downstairs, suddenly shy in front of the older woman. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen: at dinner the previous evening Vivette had been her usual pleasant self, an ideal dining companion, and had made no mention of the episode in the master bedroom. Laura, however, couldn’t stop thinking about it, thinking about the sight of her hostess’s slim body writhing in pleasure, and the images of a stranger’s cock pounding into the elegant French woman’s ass hard and deep had thrilled her immeasurably.

As Laura appeared downstairs, Vivette made a moue of disappointment, clearly displeased by her choice of outfit, but said nothing.

The heavy pool side chairs were of old oak, steamer type chairs that the two girls could lie full length on, comfortable ticking cushions padding the wood. There were only a few inches between the two loungers; they were placed close enough to chat comfortably.

Vivette was tanned, her skin a rich golden colour shading to honey. Laura, in contrast, was milky-fair, her skin dusted with a sprinkling of freckles. The sun was high, and Laura began to rub lotion into herself, knowing that she would turn an unflattering shade of pink if she wasn’t careful. As she struggled to reach her upper arms, she turned to Vivette, and the older woman eagerly sat at the girl’s side to help. Laura turned face down, and tried to settle, resting her head on her arms but Vivette slipped the straps of Laura’s swim suit down, pulling firmly as Laura tried to resist. Laura held the top of her swim suit to her breast, but Vivette was determined.

‘You do not want ugly lines, ma petite!’ she chided the girl, ‘and your breasts are too beautiful to hide.’

Laura gave in, and allowed Vivette to pull the swim suit down to her hips. The woman was right. Laura’s breasts were beautiful; she was a classic hourglass figure, flaring full hips and a curved line to her breasts that drew mens eyes. As she lay down again, she felt Vivette’s hands on her back, smoothing the cool liquid lotion into her skin, easing her hands over her arms and down the curve of her waist. She worked methodically, covering all of the girl’s back, further and further down until her fingertips were brushing against the lower edge of the suit skimming the girl’s buttocks. Vivette enjoyed the contrast of her tanned hands against the girl’s pale purity, and the softness and smoothness of the youthful skin.

Then she moved down to her legs, using illegal bahis both hands to rub lotion up the girl’s rounded thighs. Her fingertips slid down the insides, caressing the soft delicate skin there. Almost imperceptibly, the girls thighs separated, and she squirmed a little. Vivette’s fingers slid inwards, and higher, until she was just brushing against the cloth of the swim suit. Her touch was feather-light, delicate flicks and strokes designed to tantalize. Teasingly, she moved back down again, rubbing lotion into Laura’s curves with a business-like briskness, and smiled to herself as she heard a light moan escape the girl’s lips.

Her hands returned to caress the girl’s back. This time, there was no pretence at rubbing in lotion, this time her touch was aimed to arouse, her nails lightly scratching, tickling the girls neck, then sliding down the length of her spine. She slid her hands down the sides of the girl’s torso, brushing over the curves of her breasts at the side. Then her hands were smoothing across the tops of Laura’s thighs, her thumbs dipping into the gap between them, curving round to the soft skin of her inner thigh again. Vivette knew this was exciting the girl, and she leaned forward to drop a row of whisper-light kisses across her shoulders, and her hands slipped down over her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh under the cloth of her swim-suit.

‘Let me take this off, cherie,’ she whispered into the girl’s ear, and without waiting for an answer, she eased the stretchy material over the girl’s hips. Laura raised herself slightly to help, and was soon lying there naked, her pale rounded buttocks quivering under the woman’s expert touch.

Vivette stroked the backs of the girl’s thighs and then Laura felt her fingers, long and delicate, insinuate themselves between them, pushing in deeper to find the cleft of her sex. Vivette eased a finger gently inside the girl, and Laura gasped at the sensation, feeling every movement inside her, feeling Vivette’s finger pressing against the walls of her vagina, exploring her intimately. She knew how wet she was, and could hear the moist sounds that heralded her arousal.

Vivette was overcome with an urge to move more quickly. She wanted to thrust her fingers deep inside, and then stretch the girls pussy wide, ramming her hand in until the girl was coming wildly, her legs spread in abandon. But she knew that Laura was a virgin, and knew that her husband would want to bury himself in her first, to be the first to possess her fully, so she contented herself with just a slim finger rotating and tickling.

Laura’s pelvis was beginning to move, rocking slightly in response. Vivette whispered to her to turn over, and Laura did so, looking up at the woman who was now licking her finger, tasting the buttery juices of the girl lying in front of her. Her finger was soon buried back in Laura’s hot sex, and she edged down the sun lounger until she was able to take the young girls clitoris in her mouth, sucking gently, flicking the nub of tissue with the tip of her tongue. illegal bahis siteleri Instinctively, Laura’s hands moved to help, holding back the lips of her sex so that Vivette could explore, the woman’s tongue massaging up her slit, licking and nibbling at her labia as she continued to finger into her pussy. Laura was slippery with longing as Vivette’s finger slid into her easily, stimulating her to orgasm.

The musky scent of her arousal was shimmering in the air, and Laura came with a startled gasp, her pelvis rocking to force Vivette’s tongue harder onto her, to push her finger deeper.

Vivette sat up, looking down at the young girl she had just brought to orgasm, enjoying the sight of the youthful body lying there relaxed, her legs still splayed open, her sex glistening and engorged. Laura sighed, a deep breath of satisfaction.

‘Oh, that was lovely,’ she smiled, and Vivette lay back down on her own sun lounger.

‘Yes, it was,’ she replied, ‘you taste of honey, my sweet one.’

As the women smiled at each other, Laura noticed a movement from the corner of her eye, and Vivette caught the angle of her gaze, turning to face the young man who had just appeared. He was tall and muscular, dressed only in a pair of tight denim shorts, resting his arms casually on a rake. Laura sat up slightly in alarm, but Vivette called over to him, and he wandered round the side of the pool.

‘This is Paul,’ she introduced the man to Laura, ‘he is our gardener,’ and she smiled at him, her eyes razing over his body. Laura recognized him: he had been the stranger in the video, the man who had ravaged Vivette so erotically.

Laura couldn’t help but copy Vivette: his body was hypnotic, powerfully muscled, a tan caused by honest outdoor work and not a salon, and an erection that his tight shorts did nothing to hide. It was obvious that he had been watching them, watching Laura come in ecstasy.

He looked at Vivette, and a silent communication between them took place. She lay on her side and he slid in behind her, the large steamer accommodating them both easily. The sun loungers were so close together that Laura had the peculiar sensation that they were all sharing a bed.

He quickly undid the ties holding Vivette’s bikini bottoms at her hips, exposing her. Laura drank in the sight of the woman’s pussy, a neat tuft of fair hair at the apex of her slit. She leant forward, wanting to see more, and was rewarded when Paul reached down from behind his mistress to finger her sex, his broad fingertip probing to find and massage her clit. He wriggled out of his shorts, and his cock stood firm and proud. Laura was so close that she could see he was virtually hairless: his balls were clean and smooth and he had only a tuft at the base of his shaft, almost identical to Vivette.

He lifted the woman’s leg high, pulling it back so that her sex was split open, her labia separating to reveal the deep musky cleft of her pussy. His cock drove into her, the bulbous tip distending her pussy. He slid into her inch by inch, canlı bahis siteleri and Laura watched intently. She had seen them fucking on tape, but this was so much better, the eroticism of their actions accompanied by the sounds of flesh against flesh, and the woman’s groans of pleasure. Paul began to thrust. Harder and harder he shoved his cock into Vivette, his balls slapping against her thighs, buried in her to the hilt. Laura was realizing that Vivette preferred sex fast and hard and vigorous: the harder Paul rammed into her, the louder her murmurs of lust. He plunged deeply, ramming in like a jack hammer, and Vivette groaned as she felt his cock fill her, reaching to the neck of her womb, stimulating the velvet lined walls of her cunt.

She looked over at Laura, seeing that the girl was watching the cock driving into her. Vivette needed to play with her clit, to rub until she came, screaming Paul’s name, feeling him pumping inside her, unloading his hot come into her needy pussy. She wanted to feel Laura’s fingers on her, to have her pussy used by the two of them, working together to bring her to orgasm. But she knew there would be time for that later: there was plenty of time to teach the girl the art of pleasuring a woman.

Paul’s hands had reached under the woman, and were playing with her breasts, pulling almost brutally at her nipples, pinching and tweaking them, leaving red marks on her skin.

Laura, despite coming only minutes earlier, felt the familiar heat rise within her as she watched the couple copulating, and almost subconsciously, her hand wandered between her legs, exploring for that nub of pleasure.

Laura’s hand mimicked the girl’s actions, and the two of them lay facing one another, each masturbating frantically as Paul continued to plunder Vivette’s pussy. Vivette began to shudder, and Laura watched her face contort, her eyes screwing up almost as though she was in pain, and Laura knew that the older woman was about to come. Her fingers, rolling and pulling at her clit, speeded up and she came with a loud moan. Still Paul continued to ram into her, ignoring her pleas to stop, stimulating her cunt beyond endurance, as after quivers from her orgasm rocked through her body.

Paul was about to come: his cock was hard, his balls heavy, and he wanted to see his seed erupt over the women. He pulled out from his mistress; his cock covered in her oily juices, and kneeled above her, holding his cock firmly. His fingers moved rapidly up and down his shaft, rubbing over the bulbous tip which was leaking pre-cum copiously. He could feel his seed rising, his balls tensing, and with a loud shout, he spurted hot streams of come over the girl laying on the lounger, watching in fascination, her hand still playing with her clit. Droplets landed on her, her face, her breasts and her belly, each almost burning. The scent of his come hung in the air, hot sex and salt.

Vivette reached across and wiped up a droplet from the young girl’s breast: she sucked the seed from her finger tip, and then licked up another that had landed on the girl’s nipple. Laura shuddered, a tremor of longing arcing through her body. She knew that this was only the start: she knew that she too would soon feel the pleasure of a thick cock in her pussy.

To be continued…

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