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I was about to go to bed when the doorbell rang. I looked at my watch.

“Geez, it’s after 11:30. Who could be here at this time of night?” I thought as I made my way to the front door.

I opened the door. “Hello? Who’s there?”

“Mr. Grander. It’s me — Marcee,” came the voice from the partially lighted alcove.

“Marcee…?” I was trying to place the name.

“Yeah, Marcee. You know, Jared’s ex-girlfriend,” she replied.

“Oh, Marcee!” I remembered. “Hi! It’s been a while. What can I do for you?” I asked.

“I’ve got Jared,” she said.

“I beg your pardon?” I said, not understanding.

“I’ve got Jared,” she continued. “In the car.”

“In the car…?” I still didn’t get it.

“Yeah. In the car. He’s drunk. I brought him home,” she finally explained.

“Oh, my god!” I exclaimed as it hit me. “Oh, thank you, Marcee. Can he walk?”

“Uh… I don’t think so, Mr. Grander,” she answered. “He’s pretty drunk.”

“O.K. Well, let’s get him inside,” I replied, taking over the situation and doing what needed to be done.

I opened the front door the rest of the way and stepped out onto the carport. Marcee was standing there. I stepped over and gave her a shoulder hug.

“Thank you so much for doing this. You probably didn’t have to, but I’m so glad you did. You probably saved his life by not letting him drive,” I expounded as I looked her in the eye in the dimly lit alcove.

Marcee was my son’s girlfriend, twice removed. I remembered them being fairly serious for almost a year and then something happened and it was over. Not untypically, it was never revealed to me what the ‘something’ was. It started soon after Jared got out of the marines. He came home to get his bearings and figure out what was in his future. He was staying at home until he got that figured out. That was almost three years ago. He hadn’t figured it out yet.

I think Jared met Marcee through a mutual friend. The first time he brought her home, all I could think of was ‘What a looker!’ She was about his height, maybe a little shorter, but that night she had a pair of legs that wouldn’t quit below her short skirt and a sweater that did little to hide her impressive chest. She was pretty, too, with light brown, shoulder-length hair that framed her face well. She had sparkling brown eyes and an endearing smile that warmed the room. In short, she was a beautiful woman. It seemed as if they hit it off well that night and the other times that she came around. They seemed to like each other, were compatible, and for a while I thought that the relationship might help him ‘figure it out.’ Then, the ‘something’ happened. I hadn’t seen her since then until tonight.

I moved toward the passenger side of the car. “I hope he didn’t throw up in your car,” I said.

“No, nothing like that,” she replied. “He’s just out of it.”

The car window was down and Jared was slumped in the seat leaning against the car door. I reached through the window and held him up while I opened the door. I grabbed him and, grunting and groaning, pulled him out of the seat and pulled his right arm around my neck to support him. He was too heavy for me and began to drag me over. Suddenly, Marcee was on his other side helping to support him.

“Thanks, Marcee,” I said appreciatively as we walked, staggered, and stumbled to the front door, up the one step, illegal bahis then past the dining room and down the long hall to his room on the right. I kicked the door open and we scuffled in and dropped him onto the bed. We both stood there catching our breath. I glanced at Marcee and her considerable chest was heaving up and down.

“I guess I’ll take his shoes off,” I said as I knelt down and removed them. I lifted his legs up and swung them over onto the bed.

“Well, that’s it. Nothing more we can do here,” I remarked. I looked at Marcee. She looked at me and nodded. We turned and left the room.

As we were walking down the hall, I said, “Thanks, again, Marcee, for bringing him all this way. I am really appreciative of that. Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess so, Mr. Grander,” she replied as she preceded me down the hall. “I’ll just go out and close the car door.” I observed that she wore tight shorts tonight.

“O.K. Good idea,” I replied. “I’ll start some coffee. And, Marcee, call me Jack.”

“O.K. Mr. Gr… Jack. I’ll be right back.” she answered.

My mind was spinning a little as I made my way to the kitchen to make some coffee. “Hmmm…she must be in her mid-twenties by now, maybe later. I’m in my mid-forties. Not so bad,” I thought. I started the coffee maker and got down two mugs from the cupboard. I heard the front door close and she walked into the kitchen.

“I hope decaf is O.K.” I queried.

“Perfect,” she replied. “It’ll wake me up, but not keep me up. I do like it strong, though.”

“That’s not a problem, so do I,” I said. “And I always drink it black.”

“Perfect,” she answered. “Me, too!”

We were leaning with our backs against the counters across the kitchen from each other, maybe six feet apart. She had her hands on the edge of the counter on each side of her. That caused her chest to be thrust forward in a provocative manner.

“Damn!” I said to myself. “Perfect is right!”

“So, Marcee, how is it that you show up here with Jared drunk in your car?” I inquired. “How did that happen? You guys haven’t been together for… Well, a long time.”

“Oh, we see each other occasionally. We have mutual friends and sometimes we go to the same parties,” she replied. “Tonight was just one of those nights when we were at the same party and Jared lost it. He’s still a nice guy. I just offered to take him home.”

“Well, Jared will probably be embarrassed when he comes to. And I will always be appreciative,” I said. She nodded her head.

“So what have you been doing, Marcee?” I asked, now making small talk waiting for the coffee.

She proceeded to tell me about graduate school, about her travels abroad, about her challenging job as a budding scientist. All impressive, and when she was finished, the coffee was ready. I poured and handed her a mug.

“Can we go sit down?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered. “Lead the way.”

I expected her to go to the dining room and sit at the table, but she went right through the dining room into the living room and sat down almost in the middle of the sofa. She motioned for me to sit beside her. I did. Our hips were touching. The only ambient light was at our backs from the kitchen. She started the conversation.

“So, Jack, I remember Jared telling me that you divorced when he was away. That must have been illegal bahis siteleri hard. How’s it been since he’s been back?”

“It’s been a lot different,” I said. I continued to explain how my job kept me busy and Jared had been pretty much on his own. He had some buddies from the service and some friends from the several jobs he had held, then lost, but he was still struggling with adjusting to civilian life.

I finished and took a sip of coffee.

“No,” Marcee said. “I mean about you. How’s it been for you?”

“Uh… I guess it’s been O.K. What do you mean?” I responded.

She turned and leaned against me slightly, her breast against my left arm.

“How are you doing? Ever since your wife left and all. How’s the adjustment been for you? You know, you’ve always been alone since I’ve known you. How does that feel?” she asked speaking softly and, well, seductively.

“Ah… Well, sometimes it does seem lonely. For a while just after Jared got back, we’d do a lot of things. You know, to get to know each other again. Then, not so much. Then he met you and he wasn’t around much. In fact, I was glad when he brought you over, ’cause in addition to seeing you, I got to see him, too. I thought you two were good together.”

“Yeah, we were. He’s got some issues, you know. I guess those issues kind of came between us,” she said. “Can you put my mug on the end table, please?”

She handed me her mug.

I leaned over and put both mugs on the end table. When I leaned back she had shifted so she was facing me with her right leg on the sofa and her right foot tucked under the knee of her left leg. She put her right hand on my left shoulder and her left hand began to rub my upper arm.

“So has it been a long time?” she asked.

Playing dumb, I responded, “Has ‘what’ been a long time?”

“I guess since you’ve had a woman around the house,” she said, almost whispering into my ear as she leaned slightly into me.

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” I said and decided to follow her lead.

I turned my head to her, put my right hand behind her head, pulled her to me, and kissed her hard. She kissed back with an open mouth and a probing tongue.

We mixed saliva as our tongues wrestled and my cock got hard. She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself into me.

After a while I broke the kiss, caught my breath, and said, “I think we should fuck.”

“Me, too. Let’s work up to it.”

With that we began to make out on the sofa. My hands quickly found her tits and I was not surprised that they felt even better than they looked. She moaned and purred as I mashed and squeezed them and before long I was pinching her nipples through her sweater and bra.

“That feels so good, Jack,” she said. “It’s been a while for me, too. Harder.”

From the way she was moaning and moving, it must have felt good. I was kissing her neck and moved my hand to get under her sweater. She grabbed it and moved it up to her tits. Her bra must have been one of those half-bras as I could feel a lot of flesh just above her bra cups. I continued my assault of her tits by rubbing and squeezing outside and inside her bra. I grabbed her nipple from inside her bra and pinched hard.

“Oh, god! Yes! Yes!” she cried. “You don’t know how that… Harder! There! Right there!” she almost hollered as I moved my hand from one nipple canlı bahis siteleri to another, pinching and pulling. By this time her sweater was bunched up around my arm and her tits were almost out of her bra.

“Wait!” she said and pushed me away. With two hands she pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped it on the floor. With one swift movement she unclasped her bra and put it on the floor.

Even in the low light her chest was magnificent. Her tits stood straight out with no sag and, by now, her nipples were hard and swollen. I was struck by the sight and obviously didn’t move fast enough.

“C’mon,” she said and pulled my head down to her tits. I got the message and began an oral assault on her tits, kissing, sucking, and biting. When my mouth was on one side, my hand was on the other. It seemed as if my actions were severe, but you’d never know it by her sounds and movements. Both her hands were pulling my head hard into her chest and she was moaning and groaning while saying, “Oh, god! Oh, yes! Yes!” over and over.

We were slumped down on the sofa. Her legs were splayed out as my pressure and force on her pushed us farther and farther down. This continued for quite some time as I was in tit-heaven and she was clearly enjoying the attention I was ravishing on her.

“O.K., Jack. O.K.” she said as she pushed me away again. She slid off the sofa onto the floor and with one motion slipped her shorts and panties off.

“I’m all worked up now, Jack. Fuck me,” she pleaded as she lay naked on the floor of my living room.

Her legs were wide apart. She grabbed her knees and pulled them up. Her tits glistened with my saliva and her pussy was swollen and wet. I ripped off my clothes as fast as I could, jumped between her legs, and plunged my cock deep into her pussy.

“Uh… Oh, yeah! Uh… Uh… Uh…” she said as I pistoned her. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and pulled me hard into her chest. “Uhhh… That… Feels… So… Good,” she muttered between my thrusts. Then, nothing was said; we just fucked and fucked and fucked.

Pretty soon — “Oh, god! Jack! I’m coming! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! Oh, right now!” she squealed as her grip on me tightened and her body began a series of jerks and spasms.

“Almost there…” I responded as I continued to plunge harder and harder. Then — “Oh, yeah… Oh, yeah… Oh, god, Marcee…” as I emptied my load deep into her cunt.

In a minute I rolled off and we lay beside each other on my living room floor. We were both spent and breathing hard. We gradually returned to normal and I looked over at her. Her nipples and tits still stood out prominently. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

“Marcee, I… I don’t know what to say,” I muttered. “This was just amazing! You are really something! Words can’t describe -“

“Jack,” she interrupted and looked at me. “Thanks for the coffee. Fucking you was so good I’d like to try it again. You think you can work me up again?”

I grinned and replied, “You’re welcome for the coffee. Let’s go back to my bedroom and we’ll see what I can do!”

We got up and went back to my bedroom. I must have done all right, because we fucked the rest of the night.

Early the next morning I made some fresh coffee — real stuff this time — and, before she left, we shared some thoughts about the night. Neither of us could keep the smiles off our faces.

Sometime before noon Jared staggered out of his room. When I told him Marcee had brought him home last night, he said, “Marcee, huh? She’s really nice. Don’t you think so, Dad?”

With that, I had to agree.

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Actually, it turned out that I did that dead bolt, the front door dead bolt and all of the inside doors except the two bathrooms before I got to see what was under the bottom portion of her robe. I finally decided that it was up to me to create a situation where she could display herself to me “innocently”. Toward that end, so to speak, I laid my pouch on the floor about six feet into the bedroom from the bathroom door. I was squatting by the door taking out the existing doorknob set. Tamara was sort of kneeling near by, as she had been doing, and we were talking generalities. I asked her to get the orange handled screwdriver out of my pouch. She rolled up onto her hands and knees and crawled the few feet to my pouch. Right away the robe climbed up her ass cheeks, her hips spread out, the garter belt straps sort of eased to the sides of her thighs, and her ass slowly undulated with each move. Her pussy was uncovered, peeking back at me in such an inviting way. It took her a moment to find the screwdriver and then she returned with it. She looked per-r-r-rfectly innocent, as well she should, right?

“I’m sorry, Tamara, but I also need the silver long nose pliers.” I can be innocent, too, you know.

Back to the tool pouch she started, but this time I was right behind her. The way I had been squatting when she joined me by the bathroom door, she could not have seen that my belt, button and zipper were already open. My cock was sticking out through my shorts and I was ready to become an active participant in our game. First she felt my hands on her hips and ass. Next she felt my cock slide along her pussy lips and my hips push up against her thighs.

“What kind of a tool would this be?” she asked as she reached her hand back between her legs to touch and stroke me. I’d give her at least an hour to stop that. Maybe more.

“That is sometimes the most important tool a Handyman has,” I replied while wetting my thumb and placing it illegal bahis on her rectum. It puckered right away, but seemed to relax as I continued to rub in circles.

“My god, you’re big, John. Let me see this champion tool.” she said and started to turn.

I immediately pulled back, zipped up my jeans and closed my belt, saying, “Maybe later. But right now I have work to do, don’t you know.”

She stood up over me and pulled open the top of her robe, pushing a nipple at me and saying, “You can suck my nipples if you let me see him.” I started sucking the offered nipple but shook my head in a clear “no”. Besides I prefer uncovered nipples and the lace bra was an obstruction. She pulled her nipple away from me, straightened up, put her hands behind my head and brought her pussy and my face together, saying, “You can lick my vagina again if you let me see him.” I got in a couple of licks and again shook my head, “no”. “You’re mean. I’ve never felt a penis that size and you won’t let me see it.”

“‘A’, it’s not all that big, but it is somewhat bigger than average, and ‘B’, how do I know that you’ll know what to do with it and ‘C’,it’s not a ‘penis’. It’s a cock, or a prick, or a dong, or a dick. And just so you don’t make any further grammatical mistakes, young lady, it’s for stroking and sucking and fucking and … sometimes making babies.” By god, that was telling her. “And,” pointing at her crotch, still in front of my face, “That’s not your vagina or your vulva or even your pudenda. That’s your pussy, cunt, quim, box, crack, piece-of-ass, twat, slit. It, also, is for sucking and licking and fucking … and once in a great while, a baby.”

“That’s not fair. You had more names for me than for yourself,” was her lament, delivered quite dramatically I thought, for an up and cummer.

“You just remember to use appropriate names and descriptions or I won’t push my face into your crotch again and suck your clit into my mouth illegal bahis siteleri so that I can whip it with my tongue ever again. Understand?” The foregoing delivered with sufficient vehemence to impress her with some of my sincerity.

She resorted to her now infamous, “You’re mean!”

“And. I’m the Handyman and I have work to perform, Madam.” With that I turned back to the door.

I finished the last of the doors but I was concentrating on sliding my cock into her cunt and keeping it there a long, slow time. I hope she was thinking about that, too. Finally it was time for the kitchen sink. I’d put anchors in the wall to support the drawer bracket, so that was done. Opening the cabinet doors and moving some of the cleaning stuff out of the way made it easy to determine that there was no leak under there. So two were playing the game. All right. I laid down on my back and slid a little way into the cabinet; just so that my head and neck were supported on a towel on the shelf. And I dutifully looked up under the sink. Tamara was a couple of feet away, to my left. And looking goooood. But she would soon look better.

“Can you step over here and turn on the cold water, Tamara?”, I asked in all innocence. She, all unwittingly, did as I asked and stepped over me with her left foot, so that she was straddling me, and turned on the cold water, and started to step back. “Wait!”, I entreated, “I need you to turn it off and on a number of times so stay there.”

“Oh. Okay.” she replied, and stayed there while I looked up under her robe with my little extendable mirror. I banged around and made little noises of labor, for effect.

“Nice legs and pussy you have there. Lots of nice bushy hair”, became my opening gambit. Testing the waters.

“Why thank you, sir.”

“What do you use them for, if I may ask.”

“Well, I like to have my legs admired and stroked, and I recently find that I just love to have my canlı bahis siteleri pussy licked and sucked by a man, and eventually I would want him to fuck it for me with his cock. Does that answer your question?” Oh, this woman was learning very fast.

“Yes, it does. Now turn the hot water on and off, please.” She did and I continued. “But what if a guy wants to not only suck on your sweet pussy and slowly fuck his cock up into your cunt, but he also decides he wants to lick your ass and run his hands all over you before all of the other activities?”

“Well, I guess it would be all right. If it pleased him, of course.”

Her hand appeared down between her legs and she moved it up inside her robe by her pussy. Then she started a rhythmic movement with her hand that I could only infer was masturbation. Jesus, that was exciting. I tried to continue with my questioning, knowing we were getting close to the point of no return.

“And, Tamara, what if a guy wanted you to get on your hands and knees, with your ass high in the air, and your legs spread, so that he could suck and fuck you like an animal from behind?”

“It might be okay, if that’s what he wanted.” The fingers were moving faster on, and now, in, her pussy. She had bent her knees, some, and I could clearly see her finger-fucking herself just above me in the reflection of the mirror. I started opening my pants and getting my cock out.

“What if he wanted to lay on his back on the floor, have you straddle his face with your feet, and slowly lower your cunt down onto his mouth so that he could tongue-fuck you and suck your clit. Then he might want you to sit on his cock so that he could watch you fuck yourself on his prick. How about that, Tamara?”

“Oh, Jesus! How could I stop him if that’s the kind of depraved things he wanted to do with me? I’d be helpless.” Her index and middle finger were now deep in her cunt and the meat of her thumb was rubbing her clit. That’s it. I couldn’t stand any more. The final ride had to start now. After all, she was two orgasms ahead of me so far. I slid myself mostly out from under the sink so that now I didn’t need the mirror to see up her robe at her flashing fingers.

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“Ya what?” Beth asked. She swayed her long black hair so that it framed her shocked face and rested on her shoulders. She leant forward over the table of the fast food restaurant to look at her date, the squirming travelling gypsy and he wiped his nose with his fingers.

“I had a bet I would nail ya on the first date.”

Beth squirmed in her seat and suppressed a grin, she liked the cockiness and confidence of Kieran but that didn’t mean he would win his bet. She wanted more than just to be the subject of a stupid punt and held a chip in her fingers and slid it in and out of her mouth. “Really?”

Kieran nodded and smiled at the suggestive action from Beth. She was hot like her sister, and looked every inch a dirty girl who would do anything for anyone, hence the reason Kieran made the bet. “Yeah,” Kieran replied and took a bite of his burger. Ketchup oozed out of it and rolled down the side of his hand. “There’s ten notes on it.”

Beth gave a titter and bit her lip, watching her date lick the sauce from fingers. “But …”

Beth didn’t know what to say but Kieran just shrugged. “Ah, I had a tenner on him, he couldn’t fuck that posh bird from Sainsbury’s and he lost that. He’s just getting ‘is own back.”

Beth bit her lip again and smiled at Kieran, her mind whirring with ideas. “Split it,” Beth suggested and Kieran scowled at her.

“Yo babe, I ain’t payin’ no ho for sex.”

Beth crossed her arms. She would already be in trouble if her parents found out she had been taken out by a gypsy; her father hated the travelling community and here she was offering him the chance to win his bet, and get his end away and he was turning her down. Beth scowled at him. “So you wanna pay up then?”

“No, but I don’t wanna give ya cash to fuck me. It ain’t right.”

Beth shrugged and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s upta ya, pay up and have sex or pay up and ‘ave no sex.”

Kieran groaned and pulled the smug Beth back towards him across the table and his hands slipped down her top. “What da I get for me money?”

Beth took the chip from his finger and whispered canlı bahis şirketleri in his ear. “Ya get to find out if I shave or not? And to road test it. Nothing more.”

Kieran nodded and got up from the table, still leaving Beth leaning across it. “Come on then.”

“What?” Beth moaned shovelling the last of the burger into her mouth.

“I gotta do ya by four or I lose da bet.” Beth rolled her eyes but he prodded her towards the empty school building that was next to the park they had wandered onto.

“Where we going?” Beth asked.

“You’ll see,” he told her cryptically. Kieran pushed open the the door to his old classroom, the school was open on Saturdays as it was used for the odd class and sports events, but it was empty. He sat her on the desk and rubbed his hands. Beth looked at him with a firm grin, kissing him on the lips and then leaning back on the desk.

She wasn’t used to sex but had had one partner a few times and waited for Kieran to remove her skirt and panties, and start with foreplay, but he just hiked up her skirt and removed her red briefs.

There was no love or passion to it, it was just quick, firm, loveless movements to gain access to her loins. She grunted as the briefs got stuck around her ankles to display unkempt pubic hair that matched the dark hair on her head. She waited for Kieran to slide off his tracksuit bottoms and revealed an above average-sized cock with veins and a bulbous tip. She licked her lips, her heart beating furious and she felt him touching her crack.

Kieran was “warming her up,” sliding his hands up and down her crevice softly until her own juices meant that his hand was sliding all over her crack. Beth was groaning and pushing her pelvis against Kieran’s hand as he did; his motions were firm but gentle.

A few chats with friends recently meant she was embarrassed at the small number of guys who had sampled her charms and when Kieran asked her out she dreamt of him going further. It was not the situation she had dreamt of, but closed her eyes and enjoyed Kieran’s fingers working their way canlı kaçak iddaa over her slit. She groaned and waited for Kieran to line up his cock at her entrance before pushing it gently forward into her waiting pussy.

She gripped the sides of the table, groaning as Kieran powered his member deep into her, sighing and crying out. Her voice became ragged and her breathing in fits and starts, exhaling strongly with an animal-like grunt.

Kieran was pounding into her with some speed, his cock rubbing against her vaginal wall and she started swearing at her partner. He smiled as he shoved his cock into her unprotected cunt. “You fucking love this, you fucking whore,” he told her and Beth nodded, and threw her head back staring at the window of their school classroom, seeing a couple of parents walking past the classroom towards the sports pitches.

He grunted, and she squealed, holding Kieran as close towards her with her legs wrapped around his waist. “Oh God,” Kieran cried out. “Fuck!”

His expletive marked his point of no return and he pounded furiously and rapidly into the pussy of the eighteen year old girl who was panting and squealing as he did.

Beth could feel something she had never experienced before and it was strange. A weird tension, and she felt her muscles cling on to something, but she didn’t quite know what. It was a curious, unusual feeling and she wanted to pee; she wanted to release and let go, but couldn’t. Beth panicked, screwing up her face, this had not happened before and her body was too sensitive, much too sensitive for her. Her body was alive, and it was an edginess. “Kieran,” she cried through her panting. She need to ask Kieran to slow down when Kieran’s face contorted and she felt his cock twitch.

He groaned and she felt several waves of his semen splatter her insides. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he cried and stayed in Beth savouring the few aftershocks coming from his loins. They remained motionless, panting for a few moments as Beth looked at him with her lustful eyes. “You were epic, girl,” Kieran complimented and Beth just smiled at canlı kaçak bahis him.

“You were good too,” she replied eventually in a low voice and looked down to see Kieran’s deposit leak onto the table. Kieran grinned at her. “We need to collect your winnings,” she told him and reached for her red knickers, hooking them over her ankles.

Kieran laughed, and nodded. “Yeah.”

Beth got up, feeling the combined juices of her and Kieran ooze down her canal and could feel her panties getting wetter as she walked to the door. It was uncomfortable but he told her that needed to preserve “evidence” for bet collection.

They glanced at the clock: quarter to four, and they ran out of the classroom and across the school, towards a small estate opposite. Beth could feel her panties filling up with the mixed deposits of leaking semen into the red cotton and ran faster; she wanted to get her knickers off.

Beth rang the doorbell of Kieran’s friend and Dave opened the door grinning at the two figures in front of him. “You owe him ten pounds,” Beth said firmly and breathlessly with a smile which caused the shaven-headed Dave to scoff.

“How do I know–,” he started saying and Beth cut him off and lowered her knickers from underneath her skirt. “What ya doin’?”

“Proving to you,” Beth replied instantly and passed her briefs with the semen covered gusset to the disbelieving teen. “He was wonderful,” Beth gushed as the guy turned up his nose at the item, refusing to take them. “He rammed his cock into me like nothing I’d ever had before.”

Dave’s face was full of revulsion as he looked the repugnant garment, and passed Kieran ten pounds begrudgingly from his wallet. “Fuckin’ lucky mate. How did I know she’d put out on a first date? Why don’t I get the fuckin’ sluts?”

Beth glared at him. “Because he has a wonderful cock,” she teased. “And he knows ‘ow to use it. Ya don’t.” Dave grunted and closed the door with a snarl. Beth smiled and waited for them to get to the end of the path. “Come on, pay up.”

Kieran stopped her at the end of the driveway and planted a kiss on Beth’s lips, passing her both of the five pound notes. “Can we do this again?”

Beth grinned. “Yeah. But don’t think you are getting sex every date,” she replied with a smile. “Or certainly not for ten pounds.”

Kieran grinned. “Sure.”

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This story is a submission for the “Summer Lovin Story Contest” so if you like it, please vote. It’s a mostly true story about 3 couples who share more than friendship on a summer river rafting trip. The young women progress through flirting, exhibition, touching, teasing and eventually much more. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed participating in it.

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The three 30-something couples got an early start Saturday morning and were packing their raft with gear beside the cool river water’s edge by 11:30. All were excited for the 3-day float and time away from the impressionable eyes and ears of their young children. Their days would be spent partying on or along the river with quieter nights camping along its banks. Brian and Becky had made parts of this river trip in the past and planned most of their trip convincing two other couples: Justin and Jenna as well as Nick and Natalie to join the adventure.

They launched into the cool, clear water amongst a smear of colored tubes manned by other young adults on one last summer escape. Their larger raft provided extra room and gear storage, but it moved at about ½ the speed of the smaller tubes and was more difficult to maneuver. Everyone shared the general idea of heavy drinking and cool water play.

With temperatures already in the 90s, there was a lot of getting in and out of the raft to cool down. Deeper waters provided a challenge for the women who could not get back into the raft without assistance. Nick made it a point to be the first into the raft, anxious to help pull the girls in. The job provided him an excellent view of the girls’ cleavage and bikini covered breasts. Throughout the day, Nick perfected his technique and used the side of the raft to peel the bikinis down exposing large parts of the gals tits and nipples as he slowly pulled each girl into the raft. Since he pulled them in by their hands, he was rewarded with an unobstructed view of the exposed breasts and over time managed to work in some “incidental” groping. The girls protested at first, but as increasing amounts of alcohol was consumed, it became less of an issue and was quickly accepted as just payment for his assistance.

By mid afternoon, most everyone was feeling a pretty good buzz and spent more time in the water than on their floats. There were several places where groups had pulled off onto a sandy beach or sandbar for swimming, sunbathing and other party activities. Much to the appreciation of the 3 guys, the college aged girls seemed to have fewer inhibitions than their wives and were flashing them as they floated by.

A steady supply of alcohol and prodding from the guys for Jenna, Becky and Natalie to join the exhibition finally paid off when Jenna flashed her goodies to a group of college guys swimming along the shore. It was only for a moment, but her bravery was rewarded with hoots, hollers and high fives from the young studs. That flash, and more drinking, broke the barrier and soon all three women were flashing guys in and along the river. None of the husbands ever got a clear full frontal view of their friends wives’ tits, but they did get several side shots.

The women were a stunning and complementary contrast to each other. The guys who saw the triple set of flashing boobs were in for quite the treat.

Becky was an extremely petite exotic beauty with dark skin and long black hair. She had small but perky breasts tipped with dark nipples and small, dark areolas. Her nipples were almost always hard and could often be seen straining against the fabric of her blouse, even when she wore a padded bra.

Jenna too was small, with sharp tan lines and shoulder length hair, bleached blond by the summer sun. She boasted the largest boobs — too much for the b-cup she usually wore. Her nipples were more pink than brown, ringed by large silver dollar sized areolas.

Natalie was the tallest of the three, almost a full head taller than Jenna and Becky. She was a natural red-head and it showed in her firey personality. She had an athletic build and sported a bobbed hairstyle. Her boobs were just smaller than Jenna’s, tipped with small pink areolas barely bigger than her nipples, contrasting nicely against her creamy pale skin.

With each passing hour, the exposure of flesh lingered longer and one triple flash from the women inspired a group of college guys to dive into the river and chase after the raft. This attention provided enough positive reinforcement that the 3 girls shed their tops completely and bounced their boobs, further encouraging their swimming suitors. When the young guys reached the raft they were rewarded with a few handfuls of boobs and one was able to briefly engulf one of Jenna’s nipples into his mouth before the girls pushed them away and waved goodbye. Jenna hadn’t expected the oral attention, but it had immediately sent sparks of excitement between her legs. Becky and Natalie too were excited by younger men so engrossed with their bodies.

Becky’s husband Brian was the only one who noticed Jenna’s nipple disappear into a strange guys mouth, not only because of his vantage point, but also because he illegal bahis hadn’t taken his eyes off her bountiful tits. He’d often fantasized about her and wished it had been his mouth wrapped around her nipple.

Slowly each girl turned back toward the center of their raft, topless. Becky and Natalie used their hands to cover their exposed breasts, but Jenna was past the point of modesty and the attention she garnered excited her. Becky and Natalie envied the attention Jenna was getting from their husbands and soon followed suit, baring their breasts for appreciation. After a few minutes, Becky noticed the excitement growing in the trunks of the guys and suggested they cool off in the river while the girls get some sun on their bared busts.

Reluctantly, the husbands peeled into the river while the girls lay on the floor of the raft soaking in the sun. From the water, the guys lost the view of their wives, but the flesh show continued by other floaters and girls near the shore. A few times, young men perched in trees or on cliffs along the river gave their vocal appreciation for the wives sunning topless in bottom of the raft.

There was one last beach before the take out point for most of the day tubers and, after the girls replaced their tops, the group decided to pull in and join the party. The beach was at the junction of a small warm water creek that fed into the cooler river water and hosted a plethora of sporting and drinking games.

As expected, the girls received a disproportional amount of attention from the younger college guys. Natalie and Becky approached a game of sand volleyball being played by some college guys and asked to join in. The guys responded that tops aren’t allowed, and after a short devious glance, both girls shed their bikinis tops to cheering, each taking one side of the net. Early in the games, many guys brushed up against the bared breasts and as the play went on, their touches became much more deliberate.

Nearby, Jenna’s cleavage was a favorite prop for drinking games. Jenna lost track of the number of guys who drank from her cleavage, but she was aware that several times her nipple had been “grazed” by a strange and adventurous tongue.

The beach began to thin out as day tubers launched to finish their trip. The group considered setting camp here, but decided they wanted a more private setting so they can catch up on sleep and launched into the river. Once they passed the public take out site, it was quiet and shadows were getting longer plunging more of the river into shade than sun. An hour or so before sundown they found a large beach and decided to set camp.

Each of the guys started setting up their tent independently. Since all were hoping for action from their wives the tents had plenty of space between them.

Brian was the first to finish and headed into the nearby brush to start collecting wood for a fire. He was following a sandy trail that weaved around short shrubby bushes and after one sharp bend happened across Jenna. She was stark naked, hanging her bikini in a small tree, facing away from him. Instinctively he ducked into the bushes out of sight and watched her.

Jenna had heard Brian coming and caught a glimpse of him through the brush. She was surprised when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him jump into the bushes. The thought of being watched and teasing her friend’s husband turned her on. She turned slowly in his direction and reached down into her beach bag, but rather than slip into her sun dress she pulled out a bottle of moisturizer. She rubbed down her bronzed body and fading tan lines, starting with her arms, legs and stomach before slowly running her hands across her breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately beneath her touch and Jenna spent a lot of time massaging her tingling tits. When she closed her eyes her mind was flooded with memories of the day’s flirtations, the guy who had engulfed her nipple and those whose tongues had also found their way beneath her bikini top. Now she was being watched, lusted after by a friend.

Brian could barely believe his eyes. His friends’ wife was not 15 yards away caressing her breasts, eyes closed, seemingly deep in some erotic thought. Brian’s own hand was inside his trunks, rubbing his throbbing cock. He watched in amazement as one of Jenna’s hands was sliding down her stomach toward her hairless pussy which, at this close distance, he could see glistened with excitement in the waning sunlight. Just as one of her fingers was disappearing inside her wetness, he heard Natalie behind him call his name. Not wanting to be caught peeping, Brian started back toward her voice, shocked at how close she had been. He was sure she knew he had been spying on Jenna.

Natalie playfully questioned Brian as to what he was doing. He responded “getting wood.” A smile crept across Natalie’s face. Reaching between his legs, she grabbed the hardened pole so obviously straining in his shorts, and replied “that’s obvious.” After a quick squeeze she continued on down the trail toward Jenna, leaving him hard with no relief.

When Brian returned to the beach other guys had already started illegal bahis siteleri a camp fire. The day had started early and by the time the group finished supper, it was dark. Around the fire they recalled the erotic events of the day, further contributing to the already thick sexual tension. In the shadows of the firelight, Brian had managed to slip his finger into his wife’s wet and wanting pussy unnoticed. Slowly he worked it in and out of her. When she couldn’t take anymore she announced it had been a long day and she was headed for bed. Brian followed closely behind.

The soft erotic whimpers from the tent carried to the fire. Jenna craved the same release she could hear Becky enjoying. Without saying a word, she stood and walked toward her tent, Justin 2 steps behind. When they reached the tent Justin turned back to the fire and saw Natalie’s stark naked body and watched as her head disappeared in Nick’s lap.

Natalie loved to suck cock, and she was good at it. Before Justin and Jenna had even reached their tent she had freed Nick’s cock and undressed by the light of the fire. Slowly she inhaled Nick’s cock, sliding ever further down its shaft. Her warm mouth slid up and down, tongue swirling the head with each stroke. Every so often she would swallow its entirety, no easy task, even for her accomplished mouth. Nick watched his wife devour his cock and exploded into her listening to the muffled moans of the other two women who were graciously visiting his fantasies.

The sun rose early, and the heat forced the campers out of their tents. Becky was the first to emerge and quietly went to wake Jenna for some company. Slowly she unzipped Jenna’s tent and peering inside she saw Justin, asleep, laying on his back, nude sporting a bad case of morning wood. She stared at his swollen member for a few moments before realizing Jenna was watching her. Jenna saw excitement in Becky’s eyes and liked it. When Jenna climbed out of her tent, Natalie was outside too and the 3 girls headed through the brush to bathe in the river.

They were quite the sight each wearing a worn t-shirt not long enough to cover the panties that, along with the bottom of their asses, peeked out from beneath it with each step.

The river was quiet and the women stripped and waded into the cool waters to wash away the night’s activities. Even before they reached the river’s edge they had started comparing sexual stories from the night before. Becky shared with Natalie that she had gotten a good look at Justin’s hardened cock and went on to describe it in great detail. In response, Natalie shared that she had caught Brian spying on Jenna. Collectively they recognized that the flirting and nudity had aroused not only their husbands, but they too had been turned on by the sexual attention they received from guys who were not their spouse. It was Natalie who proposed a plan for them to spend the day largely ignoring their own spouse while flirting and teasing each other’s husbands. Although they never talked about where teasing ended and unacceptable began, they all knew there were boundaries…. somewhere.

Deep in conversation sharing ideas on how to tease the guys, the girls almost didn’t notice the raft of college guys coming around the bend. At first, the women modestly lowered themselves into the water, but when they saw that the river’s current would keep them at a safe distance they decided to start the day’s teasing and stood to wash each other’s bodies. The water line danced around the opening to their pussies and Becky and Natalie started to soap down Jenna’s large breasts, lifting them and then letting their weight slowly slide them out of their hands. Jenna repaid each of them with the same tender washing she was receiving. The washing continued even after the lustful stares of the guys had been carried around another turn in the river, the women lost in the erotic moment.

Jenna had often fantasized about other women, but none of the girls had ever been with another woman. Jenna was overwhelmed by how erotic it was — her good friends gently washing her breasts, lightly pinching her excited nipples while she did the same to them. It was so different being touched so tenderly and without the pressure to move on to other things. She was surprised when Becky leaned in to kiss her and stiffened at it, but soon relaxed and found herself kissing back. Like the washing the kiss was tender and, accompanied by the light pinching on her nipples, she felt an ache between her legs. Uncontrolled an excited moan escaped her lips. Natalie joined in the kissing and the three were locked in an erotic entanglement. Soapy breasts rubbed against each other and hands moved gently over their bodies. Jenna didn’t know who was touching her and didn’t care. Finally, the moment simply and quietly passed. Surprisingly, there was no awkward silence, just a treasured experience between close friends.

All three girls had forgotten the swimwear they were going to wear during the day so threw on their t-shirts and headed back to camp.

Justin was the first to notice them, coming up the beach, giggling, gently touching each canlı bahis siteleri other’s arms. He thought they looked closer somehow, confident and like they shared an inside joke. He was pondering that as they approached, wearing only t-shirts, which barely covered their nether regions, now wet and clinging to their bodies. As they came closer he could make out their nipples, only barely obscured by a wet thin material, noticeably hardened and could see the dark, thin, auburn line of Becky’s landing strip. His attentive stare was rewarded when Natalie stepped over some driftwood and he caught a glimpse of her exposed her pussy.

When they arrived at the campsite, Jenna asked about the tents and swimwear, learning the gear had been stowed and their bikinis were hanging in a nearby tree. At the response, Jenna shrugged her shoulders, pulled off her wet shirt, threw it at Justin, turned and walked toward the tree. To the shock and pleasure of the guys, Becky and Natalie did the same and they were treated to a great show as their naked women walked away.

After a hearty brunch, it was time to load the raft and hit the water. The girls realized they hadn’t applied sunscreen and Natalie asked which guy wanted to play the cabana boy. Nick anxiously jumped up to volunteer, but Becky suggested that since Nick served as the lifeguard to pull the girls into the raft and had gotten several handfuls of their boobs already, Brian should get the duty. Brian grabbed the lotion and sent the other guys down to the water to finish packing the raft.

The girls laid out their beach towels and Becky suggested that Brian do rub down Natalie first since she had the palest skin. Natalie announced she was planning on another wild day, removed both her bikini top and bottom and lay face down on a towel at Brian’s feet. Brian started rubbing in the sunscreen on her back, arms, shoulders and legs — very aware of his wife’s watchful gaze. But to his surprise Becky told him that Natalie’s “girls” would be coming out today and it would be his fault if later tonight they were too tender for Nick to enjoy. At the suggestion Natalie pushed herself into a kneeling position giving Brian access to her free hanging boobs. Cautiously, he obliged, coating them with sunscreen. Natalie turned and laid on her back and Brian continued to rub in the lotion on her stomach, carefully avoiding the small area where her legs met which was highlighted by a small thin red patch of hair. To Natalie’s dismay, Brian finished coating her with sunscreen fairly quickly.

Becky instructed Brian to do Jenna next and suggested Natalie apply the sunscreen to her to save time. Jenna and Becky undressed and laid their towels on the ground toe to toe.

Brian’s already swollen cock strained hard beneath his trunks as his hands rubbed lotion onto the naked body of a woman who was no stranger to his fantasies. Behind him he could hear the other girls giggle and occasionally hear a sound escape his wife’s lips that was familiar to him, but normally occurred in the bedroom. This caused both his mind and hands to wander.

Unlike Jenna who had laid on her stomach, Becky had started on her back and Natalie, who was still undressed, had wasted no time straddling her. Immediately, Becky was aroused by the warmth of Natalie’s pussy resting on her own. Her nipples hardened at their first touch by Natalie. As the rub down continued Becky couldn’t help notice small almost unnoticeable movements of Natalie’s hips gently massaging their pussies together. Initially she had thought these movements were unintentional, but it wasn’t long before the application of sunscreen was no longer the primary intent and the grinding became more deliberate. The hands of both girls now reached out caressing each other’s breasts and sliding over their stiffened nipples. Slowly Becky and Natalie bucked their hips, erotically sliding grinding their moistened pussies together. Breathing became deeper, more deliberate. Becky could feel both her own wetness and that of Natalie and was starting to feel the slight tingle of an orgasm building between her legs.

Immediately behind Natalie, Brian straddled Jenna who could feel the strain in his shorts laying on the crack of her ass. Brian rushed through applying the sunscreen to her back side, anxious to rub her front. Jenna didn’t object and turned over as soon as she was given the chance. Jenna closed her eyes as Brian began to apply the sunscreen first to her arms, then stomach and finally her breasts. He noticed her nipples stiffen at his touch and saw her mouth part with anticipation. Mustering up a great deal of will power, he left her beautiful boobs and moved to her legs. When he started on her inner thighs, Jenna relaxed and opened her legs. Brian couldn’t help but notice that her pussy had also peeked open, wet with excitement. With each stroke he dared ever closer to her opening and soon found himself rubbing the sunscreen lotion onto her swollen labia. As he did, Jenna’s breathing intensified and she began to rock her hips into his strokes, her body silently begging him to penetrate her. Temptation finally overcame Brian and he slipped a thumb inside her warmth. Jenna was obviously aroused and his thumb slid inside with no resistance. He replaced his moistened thumb with a finger which he slowly slid in and out of her wetness while carefully massaging her clit with his thumb.

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Moll was not crazy. She was lazy! She hated doing the math when it came to Ungar, and instead loved to nag Erich about it.

“Oh please! Oh please!” she begged as they sat at Erich’s. “Tell me what was in Ungar’s last letter”.

It’s positively foggy outside, ideal for their little weekend slumber party. As they played chess and waited for the others to arrive, Moll caught up on ‘Ungar’ news.

“Okay,” Erich put down his coke. “Promise me you won’t cry all weekend and spoil our get-together?” He arched his eyebrows.

Sighing, she crossed her fingers. “It’s that bad, eh?”

“Yes,” Erich put it flatly. “He’s gone on a trip to Europe to see his long lost lover, Hans, and expects to have a ‘good time’, or so he wrote”. Erich gestured quotation marks with his fingers for ‘good time’, so that she doesn’t misunderstand.

“Okay,” Moll mumbled.

Lately, after having that awesome night of sex with Ungar, the on-and-off gay man who had become her lover, she felt an uncontrollable urge to call him and tell him, point-blank, that she had enjoyed it every bit and wouldn’t mind more of it, whenever. But of course, that would be unladylike.

Not that it had been very ladylike of her to accept his gestures the first time. They had come home from the club, not spoken a word. Just had sex or made love — like it was overdue. And just like she had seen a million women get dumped, in the morning, he had left a note saying he would call her, and never did.

Nor had she called for that matter. She figured, if he could be a royal jerk and have no regrets, then she could also.

Instead, she decided, to confide in Erich the matters of her secret passion, which Erich laughed away by claiming that it was no secret at all. All ‘the men’ knew what Ungar was up to these days. That he was madly in love with her, and that he was trying to reconcile her with the rest of what he was. Ungar still found men deliciously appetizing. He still fucked them. But then there was the matter of women–in particular, her.

Moll could not believe her ears. “What about yellow-dressed Jane from the party last summer?”

“WHOOO?” Erich made a face. He couldn’t recall her at all. “You mean that ploy to make you jealous,” he giggled.

“What?” Moll sat up.

“I don’t know,” Erich giggled. “Looks to me from the way he checks you out. You know. He’s fixated on you with his dark sexy eyes. Aren’t they just the most seductive haunting eyes you’ve ever seen?”

Moll canlı bahis şirketleri had to agree. “Yes. Completely.”

“So, it’s hard to say if he wants you as in lusts for you or just….you know…loves you.”

“Hmmm,” she squinted. “What does that make me then?”

“You’re something between a fixation or a dare and lust and love,” he giggled again.

“Has he told you about me?” she asked again.

“No,” Erich looked down at the table. “Men don’t talk about their feelings much,” Suddenly the door-bell rang, and he stood up to answer it.

Moll dusted her pajamas for cookies crumbs, and followed Erich to the door. Jim and Joe, the others they had been waiting for and a gay-couple, were standing at the door in trench coats, which soon came off and Moll marveled at their silk pajamas. She had never met them before, but Erich assured her they were “Very playful, Very nice,” whatever that meant.

But they were very cute, she had to admit, for two gay men. Suddenly she realized that Jim and Joe were not just a couple but they were flirting with her. Or was it just the usual way gay men talked to women?

“Very playful,” she heard Erich whisper, as they walked over to the kitchen.

She had to agree. They smiled. Joked. Played around almost like to kittens.

She found herself very self-conscious in their presence, but in a totally different way from when Ungar was in the room. Ungar seduced everyone with his eyes. These boys didn’t want to love you. They wanted you to love them.

In the night, while they are making pizza, they start asking her about Ungar, however, and it caught her off-guard. How did they know him? But of course!

She answered what little she could about him, but mostly delegated questions back to Erich, who obliged and knew more about everyone, anyway.

At dinner, she watched them eat pizza and drink beer, and herself a bit tipsy, finally retired, leaving the boys to their party.

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In the middle of the night, however, something woke her up. It was the loud partying of the boys, who it seemed were dancing or something. She got up to see what was going on, but only to be shocked out her mind.

There in the living room was going on an orgy! A three-way orgy! What’s more, Erich, the cross-dresser, was on top!

Moll didn’t know what to do. First, she laughed, stepping back into the hallway. Then she thought about it. And finally, she began to have the canlı kaçak iddaa ugliest thoughts — about Ungar and the boys! Did he know them this way too?

Not knowing what else to do, she tiptoed her way out of Erich’s home, got into her car and then drove away.

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It was 11 am when she woke up the next morning. There were messages on her answering machine that she had turned off after coming home that night at 3am. But she didn’t particularly care for them now, though she thought she heard Erich’s voice on one.

Picturing Ungar in group sex with the boys had driven out a part of her desire to call back, however, and made her wonder if all along, Erich and Ungar had been…you know…lovers. And where did that leave her friendship with Erich? With Ungar?

As she lay in bed she tried hard to think about any another man and how it would feel to fuck him. The Italian guy, Estephan, who had asked her out to dinner — she tried instead to focus on his face. Cute but not seductive, the image of his face was failing to arouse her, though she tried, even imagined him naked. Nothing worked.

‘Too confusing,’ she said out loud as she sat in the bookstore, and the events from the night before kept replaying in her mind. She was now wondering why Erich had invited her to the party at all. More so, was the orgy something he had in mind? And why was she there? They had made no attempt at secrecy. The music was loud enough to wake anyone.

Suddenly, someone in black pants brushed past her as she was staring at the book. “Taking a class on Gender?” the man asked, and her head flew up.

It was Estephan, the guy from Italy. “No. I’m just reading it,” she began to explain, and then wondered why. Who was he to nose around, anyway?

“May I join you?” he asked in his sexy Italian accent, still looking at her book cover, and if not mistaken, flinching.

“Sure,” she nodded, putting the book down, as his cute looks turned into a demure seduction. He seemed to look right through her cheeks. What was he up to?

Moll sat up in her seat. Was this man checking her out or what? She looked into his eyes again, like she did to men who flattered her or stared, to see what their intentions were. His eyes spelled out something devilish. A horniness.

‘Hmm,’ she muttered to herself, as she took herself on a dare. She had never seduced a man before, except Ungar, but at 32 she had done her time as a prude and canlı kaçak bahis wondered if it was not opportune to break away from her role of prey. Putting on her devil’s hat, she decided to toy with him. If he was trying to seduce her, she would play along.

She was good with words. Eventually, he would think he was being led to her place, even though she had made no explicit offers.

By the time the elevator was opening on her floor, the man had a puzzled look in his face — of both amusement and a fear of the unknown. ‘Men hate being led around,’ Ungar voice popped into her mind. “We love taking charge,” were the words to be correct.

But then who cared about what Ungar thought? All she knew was here was a man. Flesh and blood. A man she would seduce to see if she could, because she had not used her feminine charms on anyone in a long time and it was getting old.

But just then, as the door to the elevator on her floor opened, she caught a distant figure of a man standing outside her door waiting. It was unmistakably, one and the same. Ungar.

She looked at Estephan who lived a floor up from hers, and coldly nodded, “See you later.”

Estephan looked puzzled. Like someone had just pushed him off a merry-go-round. But then he too saw the man in the distance and realization set in. “Later then,” he said instead, as the door closed.

At the door, Ungar heard the footsteps and turned around. But instead of Moll’s bright smile, which he expected to see was a furious woman storming at him at light speed. “What in hell do you think you are doing here?” she pushed him against the wall. Ungar looked at her, speechless. “I waited six months for a call. But, no call. Nothing. And now? You appear out of the blue,” she said, and then opened the door.

“I am sorry,” he said, putting his bags down. Had he moved from New York? He had with him three bags. What was he doing?

“What are you doing here?” she asked again.

He looked piqued. “I left you a message last night, this morning and even this afternoon. Where have you been?”

Moll giggled. “Really?” she asked, her eyes fixated on his dark eyes.

“Yes,” he giggled, seeing how she was herself again. He walked up to her and kissed her flatly on the mouth and then, nuzzled at the nape of her neck. “Lately, I’ve been thinking,” he said, breaking of the kiss. “That we should, you know…get real,” he said, still playing with her.

“What does that mean” she managed to ask, giddy with desire.

“It means, marry me,” he said, unable to stop.

She made a few sounds in affirmation, but wasn’t all there for coherence. He’d ask her again later, she told herself. And if he didn’t, she didn’t care. Not right then.

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Part 6 – Broken Hearts

Melina looked up as Waddell aimed at her again…

*WHOOSH!*

The katana swung with blinding speed, and Waddell’s hand fell to the floor, the gun still in it. Then I ran the bastard through, driving the sword into his gut just below the ribcage. It came out of his back, and I pulled it out of him before he even realized what had happened.

As he bent over in pain, I swung around and the katana slashed down, slicing through his neck. His head toppled to the floor next to his hand and the gun, then the rest of him followed.

“Don, she’s hurt!” gasped Melina, who had not moved, and was still cradling Kathy. I knelt down beside Kathy, who was barely alive and fading fast.

“Give… my sister… this.” Kathy whispered, touching the locket attached to the necklace around her neck, as our eyes locked together. “Tell.. my sister… and your sister… that I love them…” I nodded.

And with that, having sacrificed herself for a fellow CIA agent, Goth Girl Kathy transitioned into that Place where neither spies nor sacrifice were needed, and there were no secrets to be kept.

I unclasped the necklace and put it into my pocket. Melina and I looked at each other as I cleaned my sword and put it back into it’s ‘diplomatic bag’. Seconds later, French Police came onto the deck, led by a man that was to me a French version of the late Joe Smedley of my Town they’ll have to come talk to me at home. And I’ll be threatening to resign from the Company.”

“A real threat?”

Melina shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. But one thing is for damn sure… I will never go on an overseas mission for them again. Do you really think they were going to have me killed, too? Or was Waddell acting as a rogue agent?”

“Some of both, I would imagine.” I said. “Kind of like Laura’s last mission… for some, it was genuine; for others, they wanted her to not come home from it. I’d imagine the fallout of your mission will be the same.”

“It’s too bad Kathy had to die.” said Melina. “Not that I and my children are ungrateful; she took a bullet for me.” She then turned to peer at me. “Did you miscalculate on that? It was closer than I wanted it to be, for sure.”

I thought about it for a moment, a long moment. “Yeah.” I said. “Something didn’t go right. Waddell should not have gotten a shot off at you. I messed up, somewhere…”

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3:30am, Town & County Time, March 21st. The small plane landed at County Airport. A hearse met the plane on the tarmac, and the body of Goth Girl Kathy was transported to the Morgue for Martha’s autopsy services. The M.E. was there and ready when the body arrived.

I called Laura and told her I was home. She came over to Headquarters and we talked in my office about everything that had happened. At 5:30am she left to go back home. I dozed for an hour and a half.

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“This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!” shouted the lovely redheaded reporterette at 7:00am, Wednesday, March 21st, from in front of City Hall. “As we await the verdict in the Jan Camp/University trial, Public Policy Polling’s state-wide teams have made a shocking discovery!”

Bettina: “Polls are showing that Governor Val Jared’s popularity has climbed to 48%, his highest since his re-election. This follows one assassination attempt on him, after the alleged foiling of another by the Midtown Police some weeks ago.”

More Bettina: “And that was not the only shock finding in these polls. They reveal that an increasing number of voters are angry with both political Parties and with the State Legislature. They are no longer blaming Val Jared for the gridlock in the Legislature, and they are not blaming only Val Jared’s Republicans, but both parties. Additionally, many voters believe that it is Establishment Elitists of both Parties that are the cause of the problems, not the Governor nor so-called ‘Grassroots Conservatives’, which some call TEA-Partiers.”

“And with time running out to the end of the Legislative session, and no progress on the Law Enforcement Bill” said Bettina, “the State Patrol Commander, Colonel Hartmann, says that his State Troopers are being used as pawns in what he calls ‘political elitist’s power games’, and are being treated poorly by the Legislature. Colonel Hartmann says that if an LEO bill is not passed that fully funds the State Patrol, the Patrolmen will very likely go on strike in retaliatory response.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Where’s Joanne?” I asked, still feeling groggy on so little sleep. Jerome Davis’s ‘Navy’ coffee was helping, but only so much.

“She asked to be excused until noon.” Cindy said. “She said she had to meet with someone this morning, and I said it’d be fine.”

“Who is she meeting with?” I asked casually. Cindy’s answer shocked me awake:

“Melina Allgood.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

At 8:30am, having forewarned the Chief, Cindy, and Teresa, I went and got Detective Roy McGhillie, having called him earlier and told him to wear his Duty Dress uniform. Also wearing my Duty Dress uniform, I stopped by and got Father Romano.

We piled into my Police SUV and drove to the Larrington home. I have said before that it is good to be the Police Commander. Times like this were where and when I paid for it. But I had my duty to do, and I did not shirk it.

Father Romano prayed for me as we arrived. I definitely needed the support of a Higher Power at this time. We got out of the vehicle and knocked on the door. Nora Larrington opened it. She was shocked to see us, and the presence of the good Father was probably her first clue that this was not a good social call.

She admitted us inside. Becca was at home, and was at first happy to see her fiancé Roy. Then it dawned on her that we were not very cheerful. I asked everyone to come into the main room, where everyone sat down, Becca next to Roy, and Father Romano next to Mrs. Larrington.

I sat down with them, facing them. And I proceeded to break this family’s heart.

“I just got back from Paris, France.” I said. “There was an attempt to murder a CIA Agent there. Kathy… your daughter… your sister… saved the CIA Agent’s life… by sacrificing her own.”

“She’s…” Becca wailed, “Kathy’s… dead?” The dam was welling, and I had no choice bahis siteleri but to break it.

“Yes.” I said. “I’m sorry. She’s gone. She died saving her fellow Agent’s life.”

Becca broke down into wailing sobs as Roy tried to comfort her, holding her. Nora Larrington had realized that something like this could happen to her daughter, and now it had happened. She began crying, leaning on Father Romano for support.

I knew how painful this would be, but there would truly be no better time. I took the necklace with the locket out of my pocket. “Your sister’s last words,” I said to Becca, “were to ask me to give you this, and to tell you that she loved you.” Becca was sobbing and her hands were shaking as I placed the necklace in them.

“You were there?” whispered Nora Larrington.

“Yes.” I said quietly. “I arrived just before she… passed on.”

Nora nodded and began crying for her firstborn child. Becca was inconsolable, wrapped in Roy McGhillie’s arms as she clutched the necklace to her chest…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“I went over y’all’s heads and assigned Roy McGhillie to help the family.” I told Cindy and Teresa when I got back to Headquarters. “The TCPD has been asked by the U.S. State Department to conduct the funeral services. It was more like I told them we would do it, and they accepted letting us handle it.”

“Wow, that’s so sad.” said Teresa. “Your vibe was right, Cindy.”

“Yeah.” said Cindy. She told me about the vibe she’d had, that I was in trouble somewhere.

“It wasn’t me, so much.” I said. “Okay, Croyle, get the funeral team ready. Full honors, American Flag on her casket, all that. She’ll be buried on the west side of Cemetery Hill, in the northwest corner.”

“The heroes side.” said Cindy. “I remember when she was one of the bad guys. She really came a long way.”

“You know,” I said, “she made some poor choices regarding who she hung out with. But I don’t think she was ever truly bad. Not like Ned.” I then said “Teresa, Becca was not handling it very well this morning. There might be a time I might ask you to talk to her, if you’re willing to do that.”

“If it’ll help, sir.” said Teresa. “Losing an older sister at a young age… well, it’s… you never had to find out that you never get over that.”

“Glad I didn’t have to find out, either.” said Cindy.

Part 7 – The Blame Game

I was asked to attend a 10:00am meeting at the FBI offices of the Federal Building on Courthouse Square. When I got there, I was surprised to find that it was not just an FBI meeting. The EAD was there, as was Jack Muscone. But also there were Laura Fredricson, Melina Allgood, and… Joanne Warner. This could only mean one thing: that Melina had been successful in recruiting Joanne into the CIA. And we were in the room with the plexiglass cube, meaning we would be discussing sensitive stuff.

“I’m going to bring you up to speed on everything,” said the EAD after we all signed the non-disclosure paperwork, “but we’ll first discuss former FBI Special Agent Waddell. His ignominious death brings and end to the staining of the FBI badge by his treasonous actions. We now know that he had affiliations with Dana Fox, who had already told us as much. But even Fox did not know the whole story.”

The EAD continued: “Waddell went to England, and was last seen at the Embassy of the Russian Federation. We thought he was defecting to Russia, or working with them in some other way. It turns out they only gave him passage to France, and set up bahis şirketleri meetings between him and a group known to be very hostile to Jews. I hesitate to call them neo-Nazis, because they are not really National Socialists in any way. They are simply Jew haters, and a group dedicated to the eradication of Jews from the face of this Earth. And Waddell was a virulent Jew-hater, as well, as we’ve discovered from digging up things about his past we didn’t know before.”

More EAD: “His connection to these groups got him noticed by the Mossad, Israel’s Secret Service. They began watching him for links to Islamic groups working in France and maybe Germany. Mossad never found any connections, though. At least none they’ve told us about.”

“The FBI, Homeland Security, and our Intelligence Services consider Waddell’s death to be the death of a traitor, and a good thing. They consider the matter closed.” said the EAD. “That’s the good news.”

“The bad news,” said the EAD, “was that the CIA’s mission to have a foreign subversive assassinated was blown up. A CIA Agent died in the line of duty, saving another CIA Agent. The top brass at Langley does not understand the timeline and the details of this—“

“Sir?” I asked. “Sorry to interrupt, but… who told you about Waddell?”

The EAD looked totally astonished, as did Laura and Jack. “This has trickled down from the information gathered over the last 24 hours or so.”

“Let me ask more clearly, sir.” I said. “How does anyone at all know about Waddell? How do they know he’s dead? How do they know to tell you that he’s dead?”

The EAD looked around at the others, then his eyes came back to me. “I don’t think I understand, Commander. I was told that you sliced him up at the scene, at that theater near the garden. Was that not right?”

I was peering back at the EAD. “Noooo,” I whispered. “It’s not right.” Then I caught myself. “Well, let me say this… stories are not matching, here…” I went into a reverie.

And then it hit me. I understood. Everything was falling into place.

“Commander?” asked the EAD as I came out of the reverie. “Are you okay?”

“Yes sir.” I said firmly. “My apologies for interrupting your meeting.”

“On the CIA side of things,” said the EAD, glancing at me with uncertainty as he spoke, “I’m told that the mission was to eliminate a foreign subversive and to stop the flow of guns into some Paris regions. The CIA Director personally approved this mission, and is reported to be happy with the results.”

That was met with an icy silence. Muscone didn’t know what to say, nor did Joanne. Laura was peering at me, and I was peering at Melina.

“Tell you what.” said the EAD, knowing that something wasn’t right. “Why don’t Jack and I go into the other room and get up to speed on some things, and these CIA ladies can brief you on their side of things…” With that, the EAD and Muscone got up and quickly left the room.

“Surprised Joanne is here?” Laura asked, to break the tense silence.

“No… considering that I was the one who asked for her to be invited.” I replied. Yep, that stunned them. Please do not consider Your Iron Crowbar to be anything resembling an Agency of the Weak-Minded, I thought to myself.

“What’s wrong, Don?” asked Laura, seeing the look on my face.

“You should ask your sister.” I said. “How does the EAD know about Waddell?”

“I don’t know.” said Melina.

“Melina,” I said, “the CIA Director is absolutely not satisfied. He wanted Elizabeth dead. Not neutralized. Dead. It was personal with him. And he didn’t give a rat’s patootie about Claisson or even Waddell. He had you sent to kill Elizabeth, and he had Claisson sent to assist you by making contacts with Elizabeth.”

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It was our first meeting. She had asked me to wait outside Starbucks in CP & I was there before time. My heart was racing & the brain was pregnant with thoughts. What would she think of me? Would she stay? Would she be comfortable around me? Should I call her up & ask where she was? Or would that look too desperate?

There are still 5 minutes to 3. I sat in the cafe & ordered a cappuccino reminiscing the texts we had exchanged before this date. I had never been to a blind date before & that too with someone like her. Mature, intelligent, independent & gorgeous. Next few minutes, I completely lost sense of the world around me & started daydreaming. Suddenly my spell was broken & she stood right in front of me. There was intensity in her eyes, an unnatural wildness, a spirit that oozed hormones of lust all over her face. Without saying a word, she grabbed my hand & took me to her car parked on the front. She asked me to get inside the back seat & asked the driver to go.

“But where are we going?” I tried asking. She did not respond. Instead she raised her legs and kept on my thighs. She then glanced at me & asked me to massage them for her. I was a bit scared but honestly, illegal bahis the whole experience was so thrilling that I decided to take the risk.

After almost 45 minutes of teasing & craziness, we reached Taj Dwarka. She had already booked it. She asked me to get the room & handed me the IDs. And the moment I was about to get out, she grabbed the obvious bulge in my pants & gave it a squeeze.

“Get ready for me”, she commanded with a blink.

I wasn’t sure if it was right or morally correct but the situation was such that even death sounded overrated to me. I went to the hotel desk, completed the documentation & got the keys. As I turned, she stood behind me with restless all over her body. By the time we took the lift & reached our floor, she had kissed me 2 times & squeezed my ass. And she was just getting ready.

Once inside the room, she threw me on the bed & ran her hands on my pants. She unbuckled my jeans & tore my undies. I was shocked but before I could even notice anything, she held my cock & took it into her mouth. My dick was hard. So fucking hard & she knew exactly how to handle it.

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“This is the hottest date I’ve ever been to,” I said.

“It’s my turn. Come to the bathroom”, she ordered.

I was just relaxing a bit when she brought something from the purse and handed me. It was a box of condoms.

“We have to finish them today”, a wicked smile crossed her face.

I was horny af. I wanted the control now. I was ready. Hard & so fucking big. I opened the bathroom door & there she was standing, looking at her face in the mirror. I asked her to bend down and she could say anything, I landed a slap on her ass. I held her butt cheeks tight and then smacked her again and continued doing that for a while and then whispered in her ears, “They are red baby. This is what you wanted.” She was running out of breath, and somehow she managed to say YES!

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“Get over the bathroom slab and spread your legs.” it was my turn to command.

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We took a cozy shower together and crawled into bed. We cuddled, spoke for a while, embraced the moments. The paintings of the room & the soft music literally lifted the mood. After a while, she turned to my side & kissed my face. And I was hard again. She looked at me & smiled, “Round 2 begins”

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While traveling recently I watched a beautiful Flight Attendant moving about the cabin of the Airbus and devised a plot to remember her by. All of the characters are fictional as is the action.

Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply.

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The Flyer

The Airbus taxied to the small terminal with about thirty passengers aboard. I had completed the prelanding checks and was belted into the jump seat looking right at her. The only first class passenger had been flirting with me for the past three hours and though we’d spoken for several moments. I was attracted to her but I was working. She looked at me now and smiled but I’d looked away. The plane had developed what Captain Samuel said was a minor emergency and we’d been directed to this private landing strip in the middle of Iowa. I looked out the left window on the door and saw cornfields as far as I could see. As the plane rotated the fields continued in all directions.

The Captain had announced the delay to the cabin prior to descending. He’d said there was no other spot to address the repairs. He had estimated the delay would be about an hour. The sun was near the horizon and the corn tassels shimmered as I felt the soft stop.

I arose and looked below and I saw the mechanics standing at the ready. I had to prepare the exiting and settle these slightly miffed passengers in the private terminal. This was refueling spot for corporate jets but this evening it appeared quiet.

“Ladies and gentlemen please remain seated while I quickly review the terminal conditions. You may use for personal electronic devices. The airline has assured the Captain that the accommodations here are first class but we’ve never been re-routed to this airfield. A few moments please.”

As I pulled the heavy door aside I had to turn and I smiled at her again. I saw her dress hem was higher and revealed those long legs, those beautiful legs again. She was discreet but clear in her desires but I had work to do.

The stairway had been pushed to the doorway and secured and the three mechanics watched me climb down the fifteen steel steps carefully. Their eyes were on my skirt as my heels banged on each step announcing my arrival.

The tallest man, unshaven with dirty hands, tilted his head indicating the door twenty yards away. He walked with me and opened the terminal door with a rag to prevent his soiling the knob.

“We turned on the systems for your group about twenty-five minutes ago Miss. It should be comfortable now. There is a private room for the first class passengers. It’s marked VIP. The others will feel very comfortable with the open bar and the lounge seating. We’ll do our best to get you back in the air.”

Once we were inside I looked about and saw that the seats were first-class airline seats fully able to recline. Each of the three flat-screens were tuned to a different financial channel and a movie. The air was comfortable but the sunlight glared.

“The support person will be here in about, oh, here he is.” The door had swung open again.

Seeing Jon caused me to relax. We had spoken while taxiing. I wouldn’t have to be the sole caretaker over the next few hours.

“Hello Heather, my name is Jon. I’ll pull the solar shades.” He went to the windows as I checked the restrooms.

Jon returned and said, “You can escort the group to the Lounge now. I was told they can bring their overhead bags only since the repairs should be completed within ninety-minutes okay?”

I hoped he was properly informed but when I returned to the cabin I suggested that the duration could be as much as three hours.

“Can’t I stay aboard?” one of the quiet male passengers requested.

“I’m certain that is not allowed due to insurance conditions sir. Please grab your bags everyone. Watch your step please.”

She waited until the last of the others went ahead of her.

“You’re coming with me correct Heather? I want you to show me the lounge the Captain mentioned.” Her blouse appeared a bit looser when she stood near me and her lips were stained a deep red. She must have touched up her face while I was in the terminal.

Just then the cockpit door opened and Jason Samuel stood beside me.

“Ms. Heather will be happy to help you Ms. Norton.”

He was a great pilot having nearly thirty-one hundred hours with this type of airframe. At twenty-nine he was young for the first chair. He was a beautiful man and I had been in lust with him since we’d met nine weeks ago. Fit and handsome I watched as he studied Ms. Norton’s body and smiling eyes. I could tell he wanted this woman but he would have to remain on-board.

– – – – – – – – –

When I’d returned from College a year ago I had surprised my mother Susan. I’d chosen to study in Oregon and we hadn’t seen each other in nearly nine months since our home was outside Boston. While on my own I had finally found a way to acquire what I’d asked for several years ago. With illegal bahis the help of my student advisor I had changed my name. The medical advocate had supplied my hormones and I was becoming a woman.

Susan was aware of my goal but she’d felt I needed to remain a boy until I’d finished at least several years of college. She had allowed me to dress as a girl around the house since I was a teenager and several of her close girlfriends knew of my desire to live as a woman. Their support caused us to fight the last night before I’d flown west.

Missy, mom’s lover had been trying to help, “Susan you really are an old school dike,” she said the afternoon before my flight west.

“She looks lovely as a girl and the name Harold just does suit her.” I was standing in the kitchen in a skirt and flats. My hair was down and my face clean with only a nude tone on my lips.

Mom and Missy lived together and Missy had been on my side for most of that year. She had, with Susan’s approval, helped me with my poise and posture and taken me shopping to fill my wardrobe.

Mom wasn’t moved, “He’ll have to wait. My opinion still matters Missy.”

Only after my graduation did mom allow me to dress fulltime. At the end of May though she’d taken me to have my ears pierced. Then I was surprised in mid-June when she had hired a voice coach for me.

The summer before I went west was sad and amazing. I could see the altered behavior and hear my voice changing each week yet mom resisted. I’d begun to wear a training bra though she thought I was silly. Missy had made the suggestion.

The day after graduation she’d dropped a bag on my desk, “I remember the affect putting my first one on had. I think you may find this comforting.”

As the weeks past mom just dealt with my changes but was resolute.

“Harold you have been accepted as a male not as a transgender student.”

We left it as a point of contention when we hugged at the airport. I’d decided to limit my telephone calls back home those first several months.

When we met again at the airport after my first year away she immediately noticed that my dress, breasts and hair were different. The hormones had taken time but my chest was now a thirty-four B cup. Well maybe between a B and an A. I had a new hairstyle since I hadn’t chopped my hair like a boy in over two years. The blonde softly highlighted long locks were simply parted in the middle. I typically wore it up in a ponytail but I wanted to shock my mother so I’d had it done perfectly before the flight.

Missy had known of all of my changes but suggested that she would stay home and therefore she would allow my mother to see the woman I had become. I saw mom as I stepped off the ramp towing two small cases and walking toward her in my stacked three-inch heels. I stopped right in front of her before she recognized me.

“My gosh Harold this is a surprise,” we kissed and she smelled my perfume. “I’ll bet Missy has been sending you funds. The Chanel is not inexpensive.”

She moved back a step to look me up and down, “Well she was correct. You look remarkable, though your hips are a bit slim.”

I had measured myself yesterday at thirty-four and a half inches. The hormones had moved my figure here too.

She now pulled me into a hug, “My boy has become a woman. I think your decision is clear dear and therefore I support it.”

I scowled back at her, “No mom, I’m legally Heather now. And don’t you start blaming Missy. I needed to be me, a woman, a girl, ahh. Damn it’s harder to say this than I’d thought. Your daughter is home. So please respect the me you have.”

Now she hugged me again, “Okay sweet Har, oh damn, Heather.”

On the way to the house we spoke of the decisions I had made to leave school and begin a career. I had applied and had been accepted by the airline as a flight attendant. She had been quiet as we exited the terminal but once in the car she asked way too many questions.

“The course work is mostly on-line but in ten days I have my first formal review and the medical exams.”

She turned and looked anxious as I drove, “But won’t they see that you’re,”

I interrupted her, “there is no way my gender should affect the exams mother!”

The truth was much scarier actually. Just several years ago having breast implants could cause a rejection and the pap smear requirement had only been removed ten years ago.

“But I’ll need to speak with Doctor Chan. They require a five-year medical history and she has those records.”

“I’m only trying to get up-to-date Heather. Missy seems to have been in collusion and I’d rather get it over before we get home and I have to see her. I don’t want to cause a scene Heather. I suspected you’d began to transition while in Oregon. I just didn’t think it would be so, well it’s done and you look comfortable. Therefore it’s me that needs to adjust.”

She was quiet for a few moments, “Thank god Missy was behind you Heather.”

“You really love her don’t you illegal bahis siteleri mom?”

– – – – – –

After being accepted into the program and completing my training I was flying with a small premium carrier. I’d moved to Atlanta and found a small apartment. The changes in my life had kept me busy and I’d not had much time to develop a network of friends other than at the airline. My body had settled too; I was at one hundred and sixteen pounds. Perfect for my five-foot six-inch height. I was content with my shape also, though my hips were only thirty-five inches.

In my uniform I felt very feminine and no one suspected my true history. The airline had been explicit; this was privileged and personal and therefore my records indicated ‘female’. Thank god for the Federal Aviation requirements and non-biased hiring.

Now I walked in front of Ms. Norton to the stairway and she began to flirt again. This sexy lesbian was taller than me by almost three inches. I realized as we’d moved downward that it was partially her sexy heels. I was distracted thinking of her outfit when I realized she was whispering lewd comments about my bottom. I stopped short and she ran into me on the stairs and we almost fell.

“Ms. Norton you are being so inappropriate. I’m working and your comments are not wanted nor do I find them entertaining or exciting. Please refrain from interfering with me as I go about my job.”

Once on the ground I strutted off toward the terminal to check if Jon could use my help. The crazy woman could easily find the VIP room. I saw her reflected in the glass. She just stood on the last step and watched me until I’d entered the building.

As I approached Jon told me, “Several of your passengers have asked about the vouchers for the free round-trip tickets due to the inconvenience.”

“Shoot, I’ve left them on the Galley counter on the plane. I’ll get them right away.” I turned and Ms. Norton stood five feet away.

She held the envelope with the vouchers, “I saw this and figured that you’d need it. Here Heather, no hard feelings but please treat me with some respect.”

She handed the brown envelope to me but she pulled me closer as she did so and in a whispered voice said, “or I’ll have to spank you dear.”

She turned as I now stood still and watched as she walked toward the VIP lounge. Her figure was delightful.

Turning near the VIP suite she said, “I hope to see you very soon Heather.” The door closed.

Having completed the vouchers for the twenty-seven passengers I could pause a moment and I asked Jon if he’d checked on Ms. Norton.

He smirked, “You mean the sexy woman that was eyeing your bottom earlier?” He chuckled as I blushed.

Now he laughed, “No, I figured I didn’t need to stick my nose into the VIP. Most of them like the privacy and they generally know how to fend for themselves.”

I looked over my shoulder, back toward the passengers, “Have you got this in hand?”

Just then his walkie-talkie chirped. He pushed the receive button.

“There’s another problem Jon. I’ve let the Captain know but he can’t seem to reach his FA.”

He pushed the transmit button, “10-4, she’s right here and now aware. Any suggested time for the repairs?”

There was dead air then a chirp, “120 minutes at least.”

Jon shook this head and looked to me, “At least half of your group is asleep. Let’s not disturb those and just quietly re-fill the others drinks.”

“Okay, then I’ll go and check on my VIP,” and I turned and walked away.

I looked back to Jon though and he pulled his two fingers across his mouth in a zip motion.

I didn’t know what to make of this signal until I entered the VIP and found Ms. Norton lying on the sofa.

“You’ve taken your sweet time coming to check on me. I found the Scotch and some ice but I need something else don’t I Heather?”

She moved to a sitting position and hiked her skirt up to expose her stocking tops. The sight of her beautiful legs transfixed me again.

“I’ve been watching your eyes studying my legs all evening. Now come here girl,” but she signaled me to lock the door.

I turned to do so but without my eyes leaving hers. It wasn’t a large room, about the size of a comfortable Living Room. In three seconds I’d turned back to her. She had exposed her nakedness.

“My pussy needs your kisses. Come here please.”

My mind said stay back but I stepped closer and stopped. She pulled her thong aside and I could see the smooth wet lips of her pussy.

“I said come to me Heather. Don’t resist me, Now!”

I hadn’t been with a woman since before starting my hormones twenty months ago and now Ms. Norton was pulling me into her web. I had been working for thirteen hours straight. The first flight today started at six this morning. I was tired but was very aroused by her presence.

I couldn’t move. She sensed this and moved her long finger to her moist slit.

“My body needs you Heather. I need your tongue to love canlı bahis siteleri my pussy.”

But I stayed fast. She saw I was still and she stood and walked the three steps to stand in front of me. She reached for my elbows and drew me nearer, yet I was stalled.

“So you want to be my bitch but you can’t ask for it, humm,?”

I looked at her as her tongue moved across her upper lip.

“My pussy is wet for you and you’re resisting me?”

She couldn’t understand that I was at a crossroads. I was a woman who wanted nothing but to kneel and kiss Ms. Emily and bring her to climax but she didn’t know me. She didn’t understand that the tape that held my penis was beginning to fail. How might this beautiful luscious lesbian respond to the realization that I wasn’t a complete woman?

“I do want to get back to work Ms. Norton. My position standing here compromises my future.”

I paused and licked my lips, “Yet you are so lovely, “

She moved sharply to me and covered my mouth with her fingers, “Shhhh!” then her hand dropped to my breasts and she caressed me.

“That’s better. Keep quiet and relax Heather.”

I swooned, “Oh Ms. Norton, I just can’t. Not here, not now. The passeng,” her mouth stopped my words.

Her kiss was immediate and passionate. Her soft tongue I allowed into my mouth. This kiss I responded to wantonly. Her fingers dropped from my breast and she rubbed my mons. Though I panicked as she pressed on my puffy fat mons she failed to feel my semi-hardness concealed by the tape and the thong.

Her kisses were now all over me, about my body, my ears, nose, lips, for her arms reached to hold me and she turned me slightly and stepped closer to the sofa. Then another step and we slipped down to the cushions. She turned her hips as her left hand grasped my head and she pulled me to her naked sex as she lifted her hem to her waist. The scent was almost too much but my tongue recalled to be soft and unhurried.

My fear seemed to dissipate as I couldn’t resist her. I loved being this near to this sexy stranger with my tongue. My hands reached to her breasts and I found that she had release the clasp of her brassiere and the dress. The soft warm orb was in my hand and my finger felt her stiffened nipple while I licked along her smooth moist vulva.

“Yes, Heather, yes, kiss me deeply.”

I pushed my other fingers into the lower edge of her pussy and subtly rubbed her as her body oozed her nectar. I traced the flow to her anus and now my moist fingers ran about the taut puckered flesh.

“Push into me there sweet Heather.”

I had played with my own bottom but never had I been asked to enter another’s butt.

The moisture flowing from Ms. Emily’s cunt was on my fingers and dripped passed her bum hole. I moved my tongue lower for a brief moment. The twinkled skin was moist and scented like leather.

“Yes, kiss my ass Heather, fuck my ass with your tongue. I had my leather dildo there too just a moment ago.”

I looked to the side table and there it stood. A brown seven-inch long dildo clad in leather. I could see the stitches running along its length.

“I was so full of lust I couldn’t wait sweet Heather, but not to worry. I resisted allowing myself to climax. Go on, you want to touch me. Go on my little cunt and ass licker.”

I had my fingers at the rim of her bottom and my other hand rubbed her left breast. I reached for the toy and brought it to my nose. Her scent was musky but pleasant.

“Go on Heather, lick my toy.”

I looked up to Ms. Emily’s face and smiling I pushed into her bottom, two fingers, as I licked along the smooth leather shaft of her toy.

“Ohh yes you little cunt.”

– – – – – – – –

Jason Samuel had watched the maintenance work crew for over an hour but drew impatient and hungry. He walked to the terminal to see the passengers and Jon. Most of the passengers were asleep as evening had become night and the alcohol forced a peace. He now knew that the part was on hand but the repair would necessitate rebuilding the unit that had failed from portions of the malfunctioning piece. He had some time and decided to use the Captains bed in the VIP suite.

As he turned the doorknob he found it was locked. Jason had the key having been given it by Jon earlier and simply opened the door.

– – – – – – – – –

“Heather I wanted you the moment I stepped onto the plane this afternoon. Now Fuck me, stuff the cock in. Fuck me you little slut!”

I moved my tongue back to the space between her sexy thighs and my fingers spread the saliva about her tight hole. Then I licked her cocktoy again and positioned it at her butt.

“Ms. Emily I shouldn’t be here with you. I would be fired if the Captain knew.”

“No you little cunt licker eat my ass!”

I slowly pushed the moistened toy into her hole. I paused as her breathing increased and her hips started to move. I was excited and forgot about my restrained penis. Her body tasted wonderful and I was loving a woman as a woman for the first time. I looked up while still tonguing her pussy and ass to her face. Her eyes were shut and she moaned as she enjoyed my loving.

“Heather fuck me damn it!” She was bouncing about on the edge of the sofa.

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The first time I saw you my heart pounded and I could not keep my eyes off of you. You walked into the bar alone. I had already undressed you before you sat down. Your hair fell just above your shoulders, when you walked it moved enough to uncover your ears and neck. I had already tasted your neck and sucked on your ears before you had your first drink. There was just enough light in the bar that I noticed your nipples were hard, you had decided to leave the extra hardware in your room tonight. Your breast are firm and delicious, I have already licked and sucked them.

The dress you have on clings well to your curves, its very short with your smooth silky legs protruding. You sit lady like with your legs crossed, this pulls your dress higher on your thigh. I love the taste of your legs as I have already kissed them. You play with the cherry in your drink, dipping it in and then licking it off. I see the cherry touch your lips and your tongue swirl around it, I love the alluring taste of your lips as my tongue also swirls around the cherry.

I have to met you, I can’t stand it anymore. My cock is throbbing on every heart beat. I get up and come to your table, introducing myself and offering you my company. Lucky canlı bahis for me you seem interested and agree. God I’m on fire for you now. I order us both another round of drinks. I start telling you a little about me and ask about you. It’s small talk for a while. I find out she’s staying at the hotel across the street for a couple days, amazingly so am I. I get bolder and start telling you about when I saw you enter the bar. You seem to like it and respond by asking me to tell you more.

I tell you about your hair, neck and ears. Entice you with your nipples and breast. Adore you with my desire for your legs and your tongue wrapped around your cherry. I tell you I would love to taste your cherry. You slide over close to me, uncross your legs, drip your cherry in your drink then you lick it off, then you offer me your cherry, I to lick it off. We smile and laugh a little at that. I’ve noticed your hand on my leg rubbing it gently. My cock it stretching for your touch. I want to taste your lips, I lean over meeting your lips in a long luscious kiss, it was better then I had imagined. The wet warmth of your lips heightens my desire. Our tongues dart in each others mouth, I’m in heaven.

The bar is almost empty bahis siteleri now, we have a corner to ourselves. She gets adventurous and slides her hand over my cock, I thought I was gona shoot it off right then. She smiled at me and moved my hand up her leg, I reached under her skirt to find she wasn’t wearing panties and she was shaved. My hand immediately found her wet pussy. I stroked it while giving her a deep wet kiss. She tasted better each time I kissed her.

We decided a little more privacy was needed, so we paid our check and headed off to the hotel room. I can’t wait to reach the room.

As we exit the bar and head to the hotel room we step in the elevator. As soon as the door closes we grab each other and kiss long and deep. My hands feel your warm breast and oh so hard nipples protruding out through your blouse. I feel your hands rubbing over my body. Our elevator reaches our floor and the doors open, we run down the hall to our room stripping as the door closes.

The shower in the room is big with glass all around so we can see each other in the bathroom mirrors from any direction. The water flows down your body over your nips pass your belly button and down your legs. I grab the soap and lather bahis şirketleri you up good, making your body very slippery. I spend some extra time on your nipples making them firm and delicious. Leaning over I suck on them as the water flows around my mouth. I hear you moan, my hands have grabbed your butt and pulled you toward me. I push you against the glass walls as you spread your legs. My hand reaches between your legs and strokes your hot wet pussy. You arch with pleasure as your feel the excitement rising within you.

The shower head is the removable kind so you take it and run it over your breast. I kneel now and start licking and sucking your sweetness. I feel your body tremble as you peak and climax, moaning sexy sounds. You slide down on the floor with me and start the play with my penis. Rubbing soap on it and around my balls. You take the shower head and direct it over me going up and down. You feel me getting harder with each stroke.

Wanting more for yourself you straddle me and plunge me deeper inside you. Tightening your muscles on every motion, this feels so great. You rock in rhythm with me and tense more and more, finally you draw me to the edge and I cum in you, grabbing your body and holding you tight against me as I fill you. You can’t hold back anymore and you explode around me again. As the excitement settles there’s only you and me with the water still dripping over our bodies.

Wet and wild now??

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Doug’s bachelor party was supposed to be awesome. But nothing had gone right. And Jack knew it was partly his fault, which was why he was now at the computer scrambling to put together a plan for the rest of the day.

South Lake Tahoe would normally be a great time in early April — Some spring snowboarding, followed by beers at one of the brewpubs, then either eating out or grilling at the cabin followed by some strip club debauchery. It was one thing Doug had specifically wanted, a lap dance from a hot stripper. Easy peasy.

But as Jack squinted at the website he was on, he saw it confirmed for the 20th time — no strip clubs in South Lake Tahoe. The closest was fucking Reno, which, given the heavy snow falling outside, wasn’t in the cards. How could he have just assumed there’d be one?

“Guys, the best I can do is try to find a stripper we can call here, but I don’t know if any are going to be available at 6 on a Saturday night.”

“Jack, don’t worry about it,” Doug said. “Let’s just go to a club and have a few drinks. The stripper really isn’t a big deal.”

The other 12 guys were all nodding agreement with Doug.

“Alright,” Jack said, still feeling like he’d let Doug down. Sure, the stripper wasn’t that big of a deal, but after high winds closed the chairlifts and the brewery he’d wanted to go to had been closed since the road to it wasn’t plowed, it just felt like a string of disappointments adding up, which is NOT how a bachelor party should be. Especially since his own bachelor party had been so amazing. Too bad the marriage hadn’t lasted, as his now-ex-wife had found her boss just a bit too exciting and left Jack two years before. He couldn’t believe he was 29 and had been divorced for two years already.

Oh well, off to the club to see about a salvage operation.

Dressed in clothes way too nice for the snowy weather, the 14 guys all piled into a few cabs and headed out to a club that at least had gorgeous go-go dancers featuring prominently on its Facebook page.

Fortunately, entry to the club was fast-tracked, because one of the banquettes that had been booked was suddenly open since the original party couldn’t make it out due to the snowstorm. Maybe things were looking up.

Jack followed the others inside and allowed himself a smile as he saw the mostly full dance floor with a good mix of guys and girls, and six elevated platforms with dancing girls dressed in skimpy silky emerald lingerie gyrating to the sounds of the music and pumping up the crowd while drawing admiring stares from a few enchanted men and one woman.

“First round’s on me!” Jack shouted, laying his card on the marble bartop with that sinking feeling that always came when knowing he’d be looking at a (hopefully only) three-digit bill.

The truth was, Jack hated clubs. Didn’t like to dance. Preferred a wine bar with a piano. But you didn’t really do that on a guy’s weekend. Not with these guys at least.

The drinks flowed, the banquette was visited by a bachelorette party, and everyone eventually made their way to the dance floor, leaving the half-finished bottles of Grey Goose and Glengoyne for the moment.

Jack found himself dancing with one of the bachelorette party girls. He wasn’t really into them, as they all seemed pretty young, but he wasn’t going to put any more of a damper on this evening by sitting by himself getting drunk.

Melissa — or was it Mackenzie? — was pressed close to him, her hair brushing against the side of his face as she clutched him around the shoulders and they swayed to the music.

Ok, this was actually getting fun.

“Where are you from?” Jack shouted into her ear just to be heard.

“Miami,” she shouted back.

“She must be a good friend if you came all the way out here for her bachelorette party,” Jack shouted back.

“Yeah,” she said, then turned around to grind on him. Clearly, small talk wasn’t on the menu.

After two more songs, Melissa/Mackenzie had found a younger guy with a vaguely Italian look to dance with. A song later, and they were making out. Two more songs, and they were who knew where.

Jack laughed and turned his attention to the go-go dancer on the nearest platform and really smiled.

Her blonde hair came down to the lower part other shoulders, but just now she was holding it above her head and dipping low, accentuating her curves as she thrust her thong-clad butt to one side of the platform and gave a tantalizing view of her cleavage that seemed barely held in place behind the emerald fabric that shimmered in the flashing strobes of the club.

Jack took a few steps closer and dropped a couple of singles into the cup on the edge of her platform. She shot him a quick smile, but he was focused on her eyes, which glowed the same color as her skimpy outfit.

The top was a half-corset that was laced up the back and rode higher than the tattoo on her left rear hip of a tropical flower that he saw for the first time as she slowly spun on the stage. The barely-there thong accentuated güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri a perfectly formed ass that Jack found himself marveling at. And he wasn’t even close to being an ass man. But maybe now he was a convert.

Several songs went by, and Jack forced himself away from the platform to not be the creepy guy — and there were plenty of them — who stood there unmoving, openly ogling her and occasionally holding their hands up for a high-five just to get a fleeting piece of contact.

“She’s fucking hot, isn’t she?” Doug shouted into Jack’s ear. They were seated in the banquette knocking back whiskey, and Jack nodded.

“Did you see those eyes?”

“Yeah. But look at this one over here,” Doug said, pointing to the nearest platform, which was topped by a leggy brunette who clearly knew how to dance to maximum effect and had an overflowing tip jar.

“Yeah, she’s hot, too,” Jack shouted back.

“Let’s go over there — I need a closer look.”

Jack handed Doug a fistful of ones for tipping and stood back as Doug, who was pretty wasted at this point, kept dropping them into the jar with metronomic regularity, a goofy look on his face that was half winning smile and half village idiot. Jack walked over and motioned to the dancer, who leaned down.

“It’s his bachelor party,” Jack told her. “I don’t think he’s capable of speaking for himself, but as his best man, I wanted to say thanks for making this night so memorable for him.”

She laughed and then leaned down, brushing a hand against Doug’s cheek, and told him congratulations.

“I’m switching to go over there,” she yelled above the music, pointing at another cage. “You should come over.”

Doug nodded and followed her over, along with a gaggle of other guys and security guards, mostly jealous of the bachelor, but a few stayed as the next girl climbed through the rails onto the platform.

And there she was again. The blonde Jack had been so entranced by earlier. Hemmed in amid dancing couples and lustful men, Jack leaned back against a hi-boy table and allowed himself to enjoy the view from a foot or two away from the platform.

Next to Jack, some guy clearly on something — E or acid, most likely — repeatedly motioned the girl down to talk to him, trying to angle a way into her pants, of course. She kept politely brushing him off, and he got more and more aggressive.

Jack gave him a friendly nudge and smiled, saying, “Let’s watch her dance. Check out that ass moving!”

The guy nodded, but was clearly pissed at Jack for getting involved. A few seconds later, he stuck his hand up on the stage, palm outward, as if to grab her ass, but held it in place. She noticed, and pushed his hand back outside the confines of the railing.

Looking around, Jack didn’t spot a security guard in sight, but assumed she was probably a pro at dealing with guys like this.

The guy tried that maneuver a few more times, with equal result, and Jack noticed the dancer was casting glances about, but no security was in the area.

“Dude,” Jack said to him. “Just because she’s dancing here like that doesn’t mean you can grab her ass. Just watch and save it for the spank bank.”

“Fuck off, asshole,” he shouted back, and Jack took a half step back to show he didn’t want a fight. “Fucking prick, she wants me.”

And with that, he reached through the railings and caught the side of her thong, starting to pull it down.

Jack just reacted. Later, all he could remember was twisting the guy’s arm and throwing a half-speed forearm into him to back him away from the stage. What was clear to him, however, was what happened next, as the piece of shit’s fist came hard into his stomach, doubling him over.

Jack stepped back just in time to dodge the next fist that came at his face and managed to kick the guy’s shin sideways, toppling him over. Then Jack felt his feet leave the ground as his collar and belt were snatched from behind.

He vaguely heard the dancer yelling something as he was frog-marched out the rear exit of the club by a burly security man who told him to get lost or get cuffed.

“Fucking hell,” Jack muttered to the falling snow as the club door slammed shut.

He walked around to the front of the casino that housed the club, keeping an eye out for the other guy, and took a seat on a bench in a covered gazebo-like structure a hundred feet or so from the door.

A few people walked past in the next few minutes, rushing to the casino and walking awkwardly in the snow. He picked up his phone and thought about sending a text to one of the other guys, but decided against it. Why ruin their fun? He was warm and could sit out here until they stumbled out in a few hours. Thank God for the Kindle app.

About 10 minutes later, someone entered the gazebo area, and he sat bolt upright, ready to deflect a punch thrown his way if it was the guy from the club.

“Sorry to startle— oh, hey! It’s you,” came a feminine voice just as Jack was recognizing the güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri lovely face with the deep green eyes.

“Ah, yeah, sorry, uh, I can go somewhere else,” he said, blabbering stream of consciousness.

“No, no, why would you be sorry? I want to say thank you,” she said, flashing a smile and holding out her hand. “I’m Kate, by the way.”

“I’m Jack,” he said, taking her gloved hand and gently squeezing it as he shook it. “I didn’t know how much you saw, and I am sorry about what happened in there.”

“Oh, yeah, that was a new one for me,” she said. “Security has always been on top of it before. The other guy is on his way to jail, by the way. The cops took a statement from me. I tried to tell the security guard you were only trying to help, but honestly he’s a dick someone gave power to, and he isn’t about to let you back in. But if you want, I can go with you to the front and try.”

Jack smiled and shook his head. “No thanks. It’s not really my scene anyway. I’ll just wait for the guys to come out and catch an Uber home with them.”

“Well, really, thank you. Hopefully you weren’t hurt?”

Jack laughed. “Nah, momentarily painful, but nothing too bad.”

“Good. Well, have a good night.” she placed a hand on his shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze, then smiled at him before turning around and pulling out her phone, walking to toward the curb.

“You too,” he said as she walked away, wanting to kick himself for not asking her out for a drink, but he knew better than that, and it wasn’t the time.

He went back to the novel, which was really starting to pick up, and he was fully engrossed in it when a shadow shifted beside him, and he lurched sideways in shock.

“You always this jumpy?” And there she was again, hair dusted with snow, which also rested on the shoulders and lapels of her pea coat — the kind that go down past the waist and ride barely higher than a sexy skirt, only she was wearing jeans with it, and they were tucked into a pair of faux fur-lined snow boots. A small duffel bag hung from one hand, and her phone was in the other.

“I shouldn’t be,” he said. “You always this creepy?”

She laughed. “So I’m creepy?”

Jack smiled. “Well, I’m not complaining. Back so soon?”

She nodded. “Mind if I sit?”

“Sure,” he said, scooting aside to give her room on the bench. She sat down, and he brushed at the snow on her hair, then took his hand back. “Sorry, hopefully that’s ok.”

She wagged an admonishing finger at him. “I could have you arrested,” she said with a laugh. “Yes, that’s more than ok. Thank you.”

He smiled and brushed the rest of the snow off her hair and shoulders, relishing the way her leg and hip were pressed against his, causing him to stir.

“I have bad news for you,” she said. “You’re not going to catch any Uber with your bros tonight. And Lyft is out of the question, too. Even the taxi I just called said it’s going to be at least 45 minutes. Mind keeping me company while I wait? I don’t really feel like going back inside tonight.”

“I get that. Hopefully he didn’t manage to make things too bad for you.”

She shook her head. “You know, I just feel really violated. Yeah, I put on skimpy clothes and dance on a platform and guys give me tips, but that’s it. I’m not a stripper, I’m not an escort, and I’m certainly not there to be groped or undressed.”

Jack nodded silently.

“And the worst part is, after I basically flashed half the crowd, I heard some people cheering, and even the fucking club manager wanted me to go back out there. Thank God Emma told me to take the night off and come back only when I’m ready.”

“That sucks,” Jack said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“One more semester, then I only dance for me,” she said.

“What’s your major?”

“I’m getting my master’s in art history. I want to work in an art museum.”

“That’s awesome,” Jack said. “Art history sounds fun. I went with architecture, but I mostly design government buildings, so there isn’t much art to it. All practical.”

“Still sounds like a cool job,” she said. Then her phone rang, and she placed it to her ear. Jack turned away to give her some privacy for the call.

“Well, I guess I am walking home tonight,” she said. “The cab got stuck.”

“Ouch, that sucks,” Jack said. “No deal on a hotel around here?”

“I could stay, but I need to let my neighbor’s dog out and feed her. Plus, it’s not all that far.”

Jack looked out at the swirling snow. It was dropping at a slow rate, but the occasional gust of wind was blowing it off the tops of buildings until it fell to the street, where the intermittent traffic crushed it into a slushy mess.

“Well, it’s kind of nasty out there,” Jack said, butterflies rising in his stomach. “If you’d like, I could walk with you until you get home. I’ll have plenty of time to make it back here before my friends are ready to call that nonexistent Uber.”

“Actually, that sounds nice,” she said.

“Wait here a minute, güvenilir bahis şirketleri though,” Jack said, rushing off toward the casino hotel. Once inside, his heart pounded as he expected to get tossed out again, but he made his way to his destination — the gift shop — and got the last umbrella they had. After paying the inflated $35 for it, he headed back outside, where Kate was somehow miraculously still sitting.

“I can’t brush the snow off the whole way,” he said by way of explanation.

“That’s sweet, and pretty sly, just buying one,” she said with a wink.

“Honest to God, it was the last one they had,” he said, handing it to her.

She opened it and held it to the side, motioning him to join her under it.

“Oh no, can’t have you thinking I was just trying to be sly. That’s a gift for you.”

“You’d rather have me think you’re an idiot? Get under here.”

He laughed and joined her. They set off, and he was intoxicated by walking so close together, as they each occasionally slipped on the slushy ground, stumbling into each other. After a block, he took the umbrella from her, held his elbow out, and felt a wave of elation sweep through his body as she put her arm through his and held on tightly.

“So, I have to ask,” Jack said. “Are they real, or–“

“Watch it,” she said.

“—or are they contacts?”

“Oh,” she said, then giggled. “Yes, the eyes are really green.”

“Well, they’re fantastic,” he said.

“You’re a dork.” But she laughed.

They carried on, making small talk, but when they got to the next corner, he was way too focused on her and totally missed the angle of the curb. He felt the heel of his shoe strike the corner, then his foot twisted, and he just managed to shake her arm free before he toppled over, hitting the ground hard, his butt landing on a layer of ice barely covered by slush.

“Ah dammit,” he cursed, straightening out and lifting his butt off the wet ground.

“Are you ok?” she asked, looking scared.

“Yeah, I’m fine, but this umbrella isn’t loving me at the moment.” He held it up, and two of the metal supports were bent and twisted sideways. He managed to get to his feet, with the uncomfortable cold and wetness seeping through his slacks and his feet.

“That’s the second time tonight I’ve fallen at your feet,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“I’ll have to hold on tighter,” she said with a smile, meeting his eyes as she pulled him toward her. He didn’t turn to keep walking, but reached out with his free hand and brushed snow off her hair again, their faces inches apart.

The awkward pause dragged on as he used his fingertips to brush her hair back behind her ear, then ran them down the side of her neck and gently applied pressure, bringing her face closer. He closed his eyes and cocked his head, and their lips met. He kissed her lightly, feeling her return the kiss as her soft lips firmed up briefly before he pulled back, opening his eyes again and seeing those two shining pools of emerald.

“I hope that was ok,” he said.

“Stop saying that. I’ll tell you if it’s not ok,” she said, then put her had behind his neck and pulled him forcefully toward her for another kiss.

He dropped the umbrella and wrapped her in his arms, opening his mouth and feeling her lips part as he flicked his tongue to meet the tip of hers. She pressed hers forward, and their tongues danced as he felt himself harden against her body and the snow fell around them.

“Holy shit,” he moaned as they parted for air. Then he kissed her again, a long, searching kiss as he ran his hands down her back and felt the firmness of her butt. She pressed her hips toward him, and he gripped her tightly, the sensation of her so close intoxicating him.

A car honked as it passed by, killing the moment. Jack pulled Kate back onto the sidewalk, then bent down and picked up the umbrella, shaking the snow off of it before holding it over her head.

“So, you think it’s ok to grab my ass?” Kate asked.

Jack grinned. “Yup.”

“Good. You learn quickly.”

He put his arm around her shoulders and held the sacrificial umbrella over their heads as best he could, and they crossed the street.

“It’s just three more blocks,” she said, dropping her hand to his ass. “Wow, that is cold!”

“Oh, I noticed,” Jack said. “Apparently ice water will make things wet and cold.”

“If it didn’t look so painful, I would have thought you fell on purpose hoping I’d ask you in to dry off.”

“You give me way too much credit. I’m just a dumbass who decided it would be better to wear shoes I could pretend to dance in than shoes made for trekking Siberia. Now that you mention it, though, it does sound like a good plan. Is it working?”

“What kind of girl do you take me for?” she asked, a shocked look on her face.

“I’m not trying to say—”

“I’d never let you walk me home in the snow and not have the decency to at least invite you in for a hot chocolate.”

“Ok, ok, so I need to be on my toes with you. I’m into it,” he said. “I notice you changed out of those high-heeled boots you had on at the club.”

“And put on more sensible clothes, too,” she said.

“Pity, I really liked the other ones, too.”

“Well, here we are,” she said, turning into a driveway that was thigh-high with snow.

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