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Heat, Stress, Burns, and Cuts Ch. 10

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Disclaimer: If you’re looking for a short story to jack off to, this isn’t it. This is a 3500 word story with one sex scene, the prime purpose of this is plot progression. If you don’t like that, don’t read. Same goes for those who don’t like my writing style or the amount of time between installments of these chapters – writing is not my job, nor is editing. I write what I write, deal with it.

Note: To all those who have been waiting – I’m sorry – I have had obligations in life which have stopped my from publishing this installment until now. Hopefully you will enjoy this and accept the shortness of it – it’s this or nothing. I will continue to write when the opportunity presents itself… Until then, enjoy this. Thank you for the continued support, hopefully this is as good as you want it to be.

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The thin wheels of the jet chirped on the Parisian asphalt with a ploom of smoke and exasperating G-Force. The jet taxied over to an area of departure. There sat a Rolls Royce for all of us to fit into. I opted to not have a motorcycle waiting for me, this was a business trip that was most certainly on a time crunch. My meeting with Odin was set, to take place in Boston only eight and a half days. We piled into the Rolls Royce and drove back to our old apartment. It was just as we left it, and it was so nostalgic.

The gentle trickle of the River Seine and the trembling trees being jostled by the wind signified I was indeed back at my previous home. It seems as though our neighbor made sure to keep the place clean as there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. We all dropped our bags. I told Edward that he could take one of the two bedrooms. It had a pullout couch, however, he would need to contest with the grand piano that sat directly in the center of the room. But he was more than happy to come along. I made a mental note to find more work for Ed. It must be boring getting paid to do nothing but travel and hang out with friends, and occasionally protecting them, though the opportunity has only to arise once or twice. He seems to be like me, in that he needs to be doing something intellectual or physically stimulating in order to stay sane.

The Luc’s were going to be sending their men to come and get us at 10:00pm tonight. So that gave us a little less than twelve hours to go and live it up in our city. We all got dressed and headed out to our favorite crepe shop for a late breakfast. Megan and I shared a couple of our favorites while Samantha and Ed each ordered sampler plates, per our recommendations.

After a filling and tasty treat, we split up. Sam, Megan, and Ed went to do some shopping. I went over to L’Ambroisiea to see Aldrich. Pushing open the tall, green doors I had moments of deja vú, it was less than a year since I had been full time here. The staff was prepping for tonight’s service as I walked in, I saw some new faces and a lot of old ones. They all welcomed me back with handshakes and hugs. I saw there was a new head chef working. I asked my old friend, Jordan, where Aldrich was. He told me he now has an office on the other side of the restaurant and he is there now. I quickly made my way over, but not before picking a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the bar. I walked through the archway to his office and set the whiskey down on his desk.

He glanced up quickly, and looked back down, as if it didn’t register in his head that I was actually here. Not even a second after his head shot upwards and his eyes looked at me wide with joy, a massive grin came across his face. Without any words said he jogged over to me and enveloped me in a massive bear hug. He held me for a while, not wanting to let go – or so it seemed. He grabbed the whiskey and headed over to a couch that sat in the corner of his office. Poured us both a drink.

“To my prodigal son, returning for a short while.” he toasted with a saddened smile on his face.

“You were more of a father than anyone else to me. If you ever need anything, you know I would come, don’t you?” I asked.

“Of course, Daniel. And I, you.” he said placing a hand on my knee. “Now, enough of this heartfelt shit, how’s Megan’s fine ass?” he asked.

“As fine as ever. She’s gotten some new jewelry recently, in the form of a ring on her finger…” I said.

“You stupi… You lucky bastard!” he failed to stifle his grin, and laughed “Congratulations, Daniel!”

“She wants you to walk her down the aisle when we have the wedding. Don’t ask me why she wants some old fuck to do that, it confuses me, honestly.” I said with a chuckle, with a smile.

“Beats me too. But what really stuns me is how a solid 10 like Megan would want to marry an ugly asshole like you. Bewilders me, truely.” He said, sipping his whiskey trying to remain straight faced, but failing miserably. “I would be honored to walk her down the aisle, do you know when the ceremony will be?” he asked.

“There is so much shit going on, urfa escort that I don’t know when we will have the time. Plus, there are some people after me because of this new position I have. It makes the future very uncertain.” Aldrich’s face turned to concern.

“Who is after you, and why?” he asked, moving closer to me.

“As you already know, my biological father was a very influential man,” he nodded his head, “but what neither of us knew was exactly how influential he was. Aldrich, he could of assassinated the president and would’ve gotten off scot-free. A certain group, who normally work as mercenaries have decided to come after me for some reason, and I don’t know why.”

“But if your father was the influential one, then why are they coming after you?” he asked, his eyes full of confusion.

“Well, my father’s position in this organization was hereditary…” I gave it a second for him to realize what I just said.

“So, you…” he started.

“Yes.” I interrupted, finishing his thought.

“Fuck me. That is some deep shit.” He said guzzling the contents of his glass, I quickly reciprocated.

“Indeed, my friend, and that’s only scratching the surface. In fact, even the reason why I am back in Paris is on business, I need to help some very influential people thwart an assassination.”

“But the part that I don’t get is why these assassins would come after you without any motive. Are you sure you didn’t fuck one of their daughters or something? What are they getting out of it?” he asked, changing the subject back to the previous one.

“That’s a question I’ve yet to find answers to. Hearing you say it out loud only makes my concerns grow larger.”

“I won’t mention anymore of it, besides for one thing: I’ve always told you, no one does anything without reason or something to gain. Be it monetarily, or to gain power, not even charities. In order to find out more about these adversaries, you must find their motivation. What do they get out of it. That, my son, is the question.” He finished. I agreed with him on many levels, but before I was able to express that, he spoke again “Now, how about us two get back into the kitchen and cook like the old days, huh?” He said grabbing my shoulder and walking with me.

The kitchen was empty as all of the prep work was already done. Aldrich let me borrow his knives, as I had left mine at the apartment. The smell of fresh garlic, the sound of fizzling butter, and the aromatic aroma of seared lamb wafted through the kitchen. Accompanied by deep laughs of two people who were so lost in the art of cooking that they forgot it was only a fading moment in a world much bigger than they were. But it didn’t matter, because in that moment; they were bigger than everything else. Though soon, the reverie faded and life came back to us. With that, Aldrich and I agreed to meet again within a month as well as to keep in better contact.

I reached out to a Collective friend who ran a private contracting company in Paris. I told him to assign his best guys to watch over Aldrich. What Aldrich had said started to bore a hole deeper and deeper into my head. I tasked Shinobi with a job, and hoped that would turn up something. I walked out of the restaurant and started walking towards my meeting point with the rest of the gang.

“I’m… Confused.” He said. I turned to my right and I saw a burly man, dressed in a cloak, sitting on the steps that led to an apartment. I instantly knew him as the Conqueror of the Sea, however, I had never seen him before. He was a tall and buff man, looking about 6’4″, he wore a long, full, and unkempt beard that went down to his collarbone. His hair was shaved on the sides and he sported a long ponytail with miscellaneous different ties and such that trail down his long locks. He had a large sweeping scar that went right across his right cheek, ranging from above his eye, at temple-level, spanning all the way down to below his lower lip. His right eye was devoid of color, only a dull grey, it was obvious he had no sight out of that eye.

“What are you confused about…Conqueror?” I asked, not know what to call him by.

“Call me Sigmund, it is my name of course. I am confused by you, Daniel. Why return to a land which you have already been? When there is so much more to see? When I left Norway, I never returned. Even in my sacrifice to the all father. That was done at sea.”

“Here, take a look at this.” I said while pulling out my cell phone and opening Google Earth, he got up and stood close to me. “In my time, the world has already been fully mapped, and there is no corner of the earth that has yet to be undiscovered. I return to my home to save a man’s life. I will have plenty of exploration in my life, but some matters are more important to me than traveling. It is all politics.” I said.

“He’s right you know, Sigmund.” Said the politician, escort urfa with an audible sigh coming from Sigmund.

“Larsson, why must you always interject your opinions?” Sigmund asked, visibly annoyed.

“I am a political advocate, dear boy, it is indeed in – if not encapsulating my job description. Hello Daniel, we’ve yet to meet. I am Larsson.” he said extending his hand.

“Good to meet you Larsson. I take it you and Sigmund don’t get along too well?” I asked both of them.

“No.” they said in unison. Larsson spoke next “Different life views is all, champ. I like social power, he hates society as a whole. He would rather be sailing on his raft or whatever.”

“It is a ship, you oaf.” Sigmund said angrily.

“Rich, coming from you.” Larsson snorted is retort.

“Larsson, Sigmund and I were having a chat before, could we please continue that in private? You and I will have plenty of time to talk, and I’m sure your skills and knowledge will come in very handy at a later date.” I said, trying to tell him to fuck off diplomatically.

“Why of course, I look forward to speaking with you again, bub.” he said, and in a flash, Larsson was gone. Leaving Sigmund and I alone.

“Sigmund, walk with me, will you? I must go meet my fiance and sister over at the Eiffel tower, you’ll love to see it. You’ve never been here have you?” I asked.

“No I have not.” he said.

“Great! So it is an adventure for you then. Let’s go!” I said as I started to walk.

It was quite funny to see how much the hustle and bustle of Paris threw Sigmund off his game. He seemed to be a quiet man, he didn’t talk much unless it was to either speak his mind on a hot button topic or satiate his unending curiosity. He stared at the architecture of the Parisian streets in awe. He finally spoke.

“I made it as far of the Mediterranean before my death. I heard rumors of Paris. They were all true. The Christian’s can build cities as good as we can conquer them. Ha.” he laughed dryly at his introspection.

“What happened? Your death, I mean.” I asked, realizing that maybe my bluntness wasn’t the greatest way to go about probing.

“An at-sea ambush. Because of my past of conquering and wartime victory, my seamen told me to sacrifice myself in the glory of Odin. We were so close.” He said, still entranced in contemplation.

We headed back to find the rest of the gang. They were at the Eiffel Tower – certainly due to Samantha’s incessant requests, as Megan and I both hate the grounds around the tower due to overpopulation of tourists. I found them all chilling on some benches just chatting, they were waiting for me to come over as well.

“Well, Sigmund, feel free to stick around and keep me company, or if you have any other questions feel free to ask. But, I need to go and see my girls for right now.”

“Understood.” He said reaching his hand out “Until next time, Daniel.”

“Very soon, friend.” I said, reciprocating his handshake.

I walked over and was welcomed by a peck on the lips from both girls. We decided that before we were to do anything else, we had to go and drop the shopping bags off back at our apartment. We all went to our favorite bar after sitting down to a dinner at L’Ambroisiea, Aldrich’s said that we’ve no need to pay. We all sat at a corner booth, sipping drinks and enjoying our time in Paris. The dimly lit booth set the mood just right as I had my two dates underneath both of my arms. Edward was looking up and down the bar trying to find a target. He quickly zeroed in on his target, she was around five foot even, with beautiful shoulder length hair, she was busty in all the right places. We all encouraged him to go and talk with her. I even offered to wingman. However, when I made my proposition, he turned to see me sitting in a booth with two drop dead bombshells who each had a hand on either of my thighs, he snorted a laugh, hoisted his drink, and marched to the bar. I raised my drink in return and we watched him go to work.

He was good, he had her laughing in under a minute and was making physical contact in under three. I lost interest in the event when I started to feel the hands that were on my legs snake up to my inner thighs and eventually found their target in my crotch. Megan hooked her index finger onto the opposite side of my chin, and pulled it towards her, she kissed me deeply as I felt shuffling on the other side of me, and the ungraceful thump of someone getting under the clothed table. The gentle buzz on my fly unzipping was a warmly greeted surprise. Ripping my eyes away from Megan, I glanced over at Edward to see that he had began to make a B-line for the restroom with his companion. We locked eyes as I shot him a thumbs up and went back to kissing Megan, he reciprocated the thumbs up and headed into the Men’s room. I felt hands around my dick as it started to harden in Samantha’s urfa escort bayan skilled hands. She dipped her mouth onto it as I moaned into Megan’s mouth.

Megan reached her hand down under Samantha’s head and started massaging my balls, which didn’t exactly help my stamina, however, I had Freyja’s gift to enact, but I wasn’t ready to introduce that just yet. They were really trying to get me to cum fast. Megan was practically dry humping one of my legs enthralled within our fling, and I could feel Samantha’s masturbatory moans reverberating through my cock. I was getting really close to cumming, and they both knew that. Megan broke her kiss and put her face close to my ear.

“Go ahead, cum in her mouth, she’ll catch every drop and you’ll feel soooooo much better after releasing your pent up load. Come on Danny, cum for us.” She moaned.

That’s all it took for me, as I convulsed and twitched as a massive orgasm overcame me. I felt Sam let out a big moan as she felt my cum hit the back of her throat. After she was done swallowing my load she made her way back up from under the table and took her previous spot under my arm. It was only then I happened to look her up and down, to notice she was wearing a skirt. I whispered something into her ear, and she smiled in return. I turned to Megan and whispered in her ear as well.

“Sam is wearing a skirt and a g-string, you know what to do, right babe?” I asked, giving her an immediate peck on the lips after I posed the rhetorical question. She smirked and disappeared under the table. A couple seconds later I heard a gasp from Samantha.

I pulled her in for a kiss and played the same role that Megan did for me just moments ago. Seeing Samantha squirm was half the fun, but Megan was an expert at getting her off at this point. It wasn’t long until I could feel her starting to fidget more, she was nearly ready to burst. As the true showmen I am, I gave her a motivation speech only she could hear.

“My fiance is under a table, at a public bar, and you’re about to cum all over her fingers and tongue. You filthy slut, go ahead and cum already, make sure to look around the bar to see if anybody is watching you climax. Cum for us.” I whispered as her head went on a swivel looking for people. She soon found that one guy had his eyes affixed to her and was watching with lust in his eyes, she kept her eyes on him as she went over the edge. This excited a deep and quite audible moan from Samantha as she came. In the throes of her climax she failed to notice that Edward had returned from his own escapades and was watching the entire thing. As soon as she came down from her mind numbing orgasm and broke eye contact with the random dude, she looked across the table and her cheeks started to redden. I guess it’s different cumming in front of a bar full of strangers versus someone you’re friends with. Not that the sentiment ever affected me…

I checked my watch and it read 9:28pm. We all headed out of the bar, piled into our town car, and headed back to the apartment. As soon packed the little amount of things that we had unpacked, I was informed by Vitur that the car was here to take us to Lake Como. The car drove us to a private helipad in the outskirts of Charles De Gaulle International, from there we took off and flew the two and a half hour flight to Domaso, Italy, where the Luc’s lakeside manor was located.

The view of Lake Como was perhaps only overshadowed but the glooming promise of the alps to guard us. The contrast of the sea’s flatness, and the mountains insane size was a site that could keep anyone entranced for hours. However – we have work to do. Jean Luc greeted us at the front door of his estate. His house was Mediterranean in styling, however it was taller than expected, at three stories. Large stone walls barricaded the driveway and the house; it was truly a fortress of regal sorts. The car which chauffeured us pulled into one of the arched garage bays and brought us into the fortress – it felt safe, in an unsafe kind of way. It is hard to explain, it is the kind of safety which I had in Boston – only the true inhabitants of the building feel safe, not the guests; it felt like the guests were fair game to the inhabitants if they so choose – it was frightening, not for me, but my companions. Megan and Samantha were by my side as we made our way into the living room. Standing in front of us was the Luc family; Jean, Alexis, and Abigail were there to greet us (Vitur narrated their names to me as I walked in). As far as first impressions went, Jean looked tough – the kind of person who Hiro would have me fight, he looked physically strong, however there was something off about him – but I couldn’t place it. Alexis is his daughter, she is quite good looking, and she had something about her, it was written all over her face, she was trouble and peace rolled into one. His wife, Abigail had some attributes of Alexis’ expression, but looked more tame – perhaps regal. The view of Lake Como was almost as stunning as the view of my bride-to-be. Though the looks might have not been as beautiful, the view was certainly more distracting. As I stared out to the blue unknown, Jean Luc spoke:

“Daniel, it is about time we met. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

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A cool grey lay over everything in sight. As I walked along the path I felt it’s chill soak into my skin, and deeper into my unprotected neck. I cursed myself for refusing that scarf, but if I’m wishing for what I can’t have, why not a car with the heater blasting, and the window cracked to give me a taste of cool air. The dull repetitive beat of a song I can’t stand wouldn’t leave my head. I muttered a vague obscenity in my head, and trudged on.

Attempting to comfort myself, I conjured up images of her slowly tasting my whole body from head to toe, in a marathon of fellatio, and so whiled away a half an hour or so. With these thoughts in my mind, I wandered in a sloppy zig-zag down the gravely road. As the gloom slowly parted before me, various entities loomed like spectres in grainy black and white movies. A hunched, creeper covered zombie eased into a trash can, and a wrecked horse and cart materialized as a park bench with a holly bush growing beside it. I always enjoyed letting my imagination free rein when I’m alone, and trying to get my own hackles to rise.

My pace began to slow. Imperceptibly at first, my legs began to let my feet drag on the gravel surface. Damn I was tired. That stupid song was putting me to sleep on my feet! I jerked my shoulders back, bracing myself against the cold moist air on the front of my neck, and pulled familiar chords into my head by sheer force of will.

“Dig through the ditches, and burn through the witches….” That did the trick. I brought myself up to a steady clip, and became awake. I began to pay more attention to where I was going. Wouldn’t do to miss the path and wander in this foggy morning any more than necessary. Lisa would be mighty pissed off if I didn’t show up after that party. I should have payed more attention when she said she wanted to leave. I certainly didn’t want to spend the night at that house, what with everyone sneaking in and out of all the rooms, coupling without checking to see if the beds were occupied first. Must have been something in the punch.

slowing my pace again, I swept my eyes around to locate the break in the hedge that would lead to the path home. I thought I heard a thump and a yelp in the distance, but there was nothing to it that sounded interesting, so I ignored it. My eyes locked on a dark blob in the hedge up ahead. Thinking it was my egress off this road I smiled in welcome, already feeling my flannel sheets and downe duvet closing around my icy skin.

As I drew closer, the blob shifted, and separated from the wall of ivy, crossed to the middle of the road and stopped. My pace slowed. My path to comfort had disappeared, and in it’s place an unsettling phantom of questionable intent. Suddenly, the figure staggered to the side, caught it’s balance, and then collapsed as though someone had kicked it in the back of the knees. The source of my now extremely tense stomach muscles, and full feeling rectum, rolled over onto it’s stomach, and lay still. I stood there, my heart pounding and cold sweat adding to the moisture on my face. I cursed myself for letting my mind to be gripped by fear of a prone figure, when I had been amusing myself by creating evil creatures in the fog. Giving my head a shake, I started towards the figure on the gravel, and thought of what could be wrong with this person. Drugs? Too much booze? I knew this was a big party night in the neighborhood, and guessed the latter. I stopped ten feet away, and paused for a moment.

“Too much of a good thing tonight, neighbor? Kinda cold down there, ain’t it?” Shifting one arm to the side, the person grunted an unintelligible reply. Sounded slurred and choppy. Must be out of it. Taking a deep breath, I stepped up to them and cautiously held one foot over his forearm above his head.

“Live round here?” I said, in a light-hearted tone that must have sounded forced. The arm seemed to move a fraction, and the shoulders tensed. Suddenly the other arm whipped around and the arm I was hovering over jerked the the body into a pushup position. I pivoted, my raised leg turning to meet the arm in mid swing, and something jerked my pants leg, biting deep into my leather boot just above the ankle. I felt the tension of the boot relax as the laces were slashed. A split second later I felt a deep sting, as the blade bit deep into my skin. I jerked back, and using my newfound rage, transformed from my earlier trepidation, I drove my injured foot down on the freaks supporting hand. I took a couple of quick, limping steps back, feeling warmth slowly envelop my foot.

The man, as I was now sure it was, jumped into a squatting position, cradling his wounded hand. hissing obscenities, he rose to his full height and advanced on me. Telling myself how stupid I was for getting myself into this situation, I slowly walked backwards, testing my injured foot for weakness. My assailant spat some words at me. sounded like “Fucker…” and lunged. Instead of going backwards, I met his advance with one of my own. As his arm darted forward with the knife set to stab, I bought my right arm across, and pivoted on the balls of my feet. I struck the inside of his wrist ankara escort with my forearm, and brought my left hand down on his in a scissor motion. His wrist bent at an awkward angle, and as I turned away, I bent his hand to my chest, pinning it there. The knife dangled from nerveless fingers, so I plucked and holding it away from him , I slipped it into my coat pocket. I hoped it didn’t cut through the inside of my pocket.

Keeping his wrist bent at my chest, I pressed down on his elbow with my free hand, forcing him to his knees with a groan. It was hard to see in the gloom, but it looked as though he still had a grin on his face. Looking closer, I thought I saw a look of maniacal desperation on his face. Unsettling when combined with that set of teeth smiling at you. A crafty whine twisted through his teeth, gurgling with mucous. He didn’t sound to healthy.

“Should’ve waited for you to pass me by,” he hissed. I was enraged at his lack of fear, or his apparent lack of remorse at being bested, let alone for his actions.

“Spare change for your fellow man?” he giggled. it turned to a coughing fit , and he spat phlegm at me.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve talking like that in your position, motherfucker,” I grated, and twisted his arm another forty-five degrees, pressing his face into the damp earth on the side of the road. I wondered what to do with him. Couldn’t let him go, or he’d be all over the next passer-by, although I was probably the last person on this road tonight.

In a sudden fit of anger, I swung my fist around in a wide arc, and struck him in the side of the head, in front of his ear. He slumped to the ground, and went limp in my grasp. I dragged him over to a nearby bench, clenching my teeth against the pain in my ankle. Rooting through his clothes, I found some twine, and used it to bind his hands to his feet, arching his body so his belly thrust out, and his shoulders stretched back. I left him wrapped around the concrete base of the bench, with his head pillowed in the overflow of the garbage can beside it.

“Right where he belongs,” I muttered under my breath, as I limped towards home. Soon I spied the break in the hedge, and left the road for the path up to our house. In my state I was paying no attention to the ground in front of me, and focused on the lights coming from the front porch. The obvious result was that I tripped over a dark green lawn chair, and pitched over it onto the wet grass, head first.

My yell rang out through the night, and as I picked myself up off the ground, the lights went on in the living room. As I stumbled up to the door, it opened , and there she stood in her satin dressing gown, a frown on her face. She opened the screen door as I reached for it. I stepped into the doorway and leaned against the frame, breathing heavily. The look on her face went through several changes, from anger to astonishment, to concern, back to anger, and finally dissolved into laughter. I must have been a sight.

“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been waiting for you. We almost started without you!” she said with a gay tone, overlaid with concern. I leaned into her side, and she led me inside.

I sat in the kitchen, with a cup of tea in my hand. I was weary, and craved nothing more than the oblivion of sleep. The cup in my hand was making my knuckles hurt. Warming them up to quickly. Lisa poured hot water in her own cup. She always prefers earl grey.

“What the fuck happened to you out there?” She walked around behind me and ran her fingers through her damp hair. Her skin had a moist sheen to it. I smiled to myself, thinking that I was the one with the excuse to be damp.

“Bring your tea in the living room,” she said, and swayed off, her hips drawing my eye as she headed off. I looked down at my slashed hiking boot, and hissed in remembered pain. I bent over to investigate my injury. Starting with the cut ends of my laces, I loosened my feet up, pulling the top bits through. Just above the swell of my ankle, on the narrowest part of my leg, the flesh was parted neatly, exposing several layers of skin. My sock was mostly soaked with blood, except for my toes. Grimacing, I pulled my sock off, and threw it at the sink. With a rough, backwards jerk of my shoulder, and a twist of my neck, (snap, crackle, pop), I rose and followed her into the other room.

As I entered, I found the room gloomy with the soft light of candles, and a light classical music in the background. Sitting on the sofa was Carol, sipping wine and smiling at my wife. Lisa blushed and only half met her glance. I sat down and groaned a bit as the familiar shape of the cushion gently supported my spine. Both their glances darted to my foot.

“Jesus, Dave! Can’t you stay out of the way of traffic?” Carol came over, and leaning over me, prodded my foot with a decided lack of sensitivity. Lisa grabbed the first-aid kit from the hall, and swore.

“No peroxide, damn it….” she muttered. She turned and hurried up the stairs to the on suite, to find another kit. Carol grabbed a napkin off a dessert plate, ankara escort bayan and dabbed at the cut on my ankle. deftly removing the blood that threatened to spill down and run off my heel. She smiled and looked at me askance from under her eyebrows.

“So I kissed your woman tonight, Dave.” I stopped, my cup halfway to my lips. I raised my eyebrow and returned her halfway serious look.

“Really,” I said, no tone to my voice, except a note of the norm.

“She seemed to want it, so I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“No I don’t mind,” I said. “She can do what she wants. I trust her judgment.” She looked startled, and looked away as Lisa thumped her way back down the stairs. The two of them busied themselves with cleaning and binding my injury. I enjoyed a quick cheap thrill, watching them both on their knees, attending to my needs.

I recalled an evening a couple of weeks earlier, when Lisa had told me, in an anxious sort of way, that she had dreamed of laying with a woman the previous night.

“Fucking, actually,” she said. “But first I went through five different men, even two at once! It was like they were preparing me for her.” I smiled, and looked at her fondly. I don’t know why, but it’s her bawdy streak that brings out the most tender feelings in me. She went on to tell me the fuzzy details of her many-partnered romp. A certain pressure began to build up in my jeans. I made a minor adjustment, not wanting her to notice and stop her story.

I snapped back to the present, as Lisa pressed a cup of something hot into my hand. I absentmindedly brought it to my lips, and jerked it away as the heat seared my tongue.

“I told you it was hot, you moron! Were you visiting your home planet again? What happened to you out there?” She looked at me with a mix of pity and anger.

“Bad judgment on my part,” I replied, and gave them a toned down version of my encounter with his nibs the hedge-burgler. I managed to make him sound fiercer, and myself less gullible, (I felt fairly silly for falling for his ruse as a drunken bum). By the time I was done, they were both looking at me quite differently, and Lisa was fussing over my foot, complaining halfheartedly about my overactive good Samaritan hormone. I smiled into her eyes, thinking about her overactive bisexual hormones. She seemed to read my mind, and blushed a rosy pink. Her eyes looked very bright, and shone green in the candlelight.

“Why don’t you just relax, and put that leg up,” she said, and pulled cushions off another chair, and put them on the footstool in front of me. I smiled, and settled back inky seat. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes to rest them for a moment. Out like a light.

A while later, I woke to a rustling sound. Comfortable, and not wanting to move, I let one eye wander around the room. Several of the candles had burned to a small blue flame, and shadows danced everywhere. Slowly I lifted my head, and soaked in the sight that , quite literally, lay before me. Lisa lay on the wool rug, supported by one elbow, as the other arm slowly moved up and down in front of her. On her knees, with her back facing me, was Carol, with her shoulders bare to the dim light. A slight breeze slid into the room, and goose bumps raised on the backs of her arms. The candle light danced in amusement at her shiver. Her blouse slid further down, below her bra strap, which was loose. I could see the cup on the left, pushed out of the way of Lisa’s curious fingers. I forced myself to breathe regularly, not wanting to disturb the magical scene before me. I didn’t even have an erection, but my groin felt hot and full. Carol’s hand traced it’s way up Lisa’s leg, wandering amongst the contours of muscle that lay there. Her robe slowly parted, and I caught a glimpse of dark hair, before Carol’s arm eclipsed my view.

“Enjoying the show ,Dave?” I nearly jumped out of my skin. Unable to come up with a suitable response, I opted for silence. A few seconds passed before she spoke again. This time her tone told me that she had known I was awake for several minutes.

“Get down here, or go up to bed. Your choice, but don’t just sit there.”

I froze for a minute, unsure of what to do. I didn;t want to spoil their burgeoning chemistry, like throwing ice into a small fire. Lisa looked up at me and smiled, her hand slowly tracing the curve of Carol’s breast. Carol slowly turned towards me, and I was faced with two mischievous grins topped with hooded, sultry eyes.

Carol’s nipples were straining out from her chest, thirsty for the attention Lisa was giving them. Like slow motion, a pair of the fullest lips closed around Carol’s areola, and sucked. She stiffened, tilting her ribcage out to better present her bosom. Her face relaxed, as her jaw dropped her head fell back. Her loose red hair fell down too her shoulder blades. An unbidden thought ran through my mind, that I could now find out if that was her natural color.

Disengaging from her soother, Lisa whispered “There’s more here than I can handle, Dave. Give us a hand.” That was the key. I slowly escort ankara lifted myself off my seat, and gingerly placed my foot on the floor. I put some weight on it, and it seemed okay. I walked over too the two lovers and knelt behind Carol. Slipping one arm around her ribs, I moved my hand across her stomach. Though she was soft-skinned, I could feel the ripple of muscles underneath. My penis was now swelling inside my pant leg, and I had to make an adjustment.

“Having trouble, Dave?” Carol’s arm slipped behind her and traveled up my thigh. Her hand found my cock, shifted it, giving it a firm squeeze through my jeans.

“Healthy specimen. What have you been feeding him these days?”

“Redheads,” I interjected. Lisa had recently dyed her her hair, a much darker shade than Carol’s. I slid my hand up too her left tit, cupping it in my palm. Her nipple poked out between my fingers, so I closed them, scissor-like, to elicit a groan. She leaned back against me, and Lisa closed with her, pressing her lips to the base of her throat. I gently pulled an earlobe into my mouth, and suckled it. Lisa’s hand closed over mine, so I relinquished my hold. My hand wandered down that rippled abdomen again, down passed her bellybutton too the beginning of her bush. The waistband of her skirt was impeding progress, so I opened the side zipper with my free hand.The pressure on my wrist relaxed and my hand slid further down. I grinned as I found another hand already at work there. I entangled my fingers with Lisa’s, as she worked two fingers in and out of her warm slit. She pulled out, and I dipped three fingers into the wetness. As I pulled out, Lisa went back in, and I moved up to the protruding clitoris.

Carol must have been soaking the rug. Lisa was sucking on a breast again, so I grasped the other one and gave it a good squeeze. Carol turned her head on my shoulder and pressed her mouth against mine. Our tongues met and did a slow, stately dance in time with the stokes I was making on her clit. Lisa pulled away momentarily, then sat back on her heels. Her robe parted to reveal full breasts and the dark triangle between her legs. I looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. She was beautiful in candle light.

“I guess I’m not the jealous type,” she said. “You’ve got too many clothes on you two.” Carol sat up, and I undid the last of her blouses buttons from behind, and pulled the loose straps of her bra over her shoulders. She turned around, presenting her small jutting breasts to my scrutiny. She reached up and loosed some of my buttons. Lisa dropped to her hands and knees and crawled around too help. They pushed my shirt down over my shoulders, but held it there, my arms pinned behind my back. Lisa slipped around behind me, and held me in place by my elbows. I smiled at this game.

She slid her right hand across the front of my jeans and pulled my belt loose. Carol’s fingers pulled the buttons of my fly open, releasing the pressure there. I sighed in relief, and the women giggled while giving each other a devious look. Carol settled down between my spread legs, tugging the front of my briefs down to expose my cock-head. Without removing my jeans, she reached down and licked the underside of my glans. i gasped, and a trickle of precum oozed from the slit on the top. Pulling my pants a little further down, she placed her lips around the underside of the shaft. Moving up and down, her tongue flicked back and forth, playing a tantalizing counterpoint to her simple rhythm.

Releasing my arms, Lisa pulled me up onto the couch, and slid around me to help Carol pull my jeans over the bulky bandage on my ankle. That accomplished, my underwear made a quick exit, and they were on me like limpets. They took turns sucking on the head of my cock, and sometimes mouthing on or two of my testicles as well.

Soon their hair was tangled together, and as they slowly lost interest in what they were doing, turned to face one another again. Carol stripped Lisa of her robe as they kneeled facing one another. With their tits pressed together, my wife’s ample breasts nearly hid her new lovers smaller, firmer cones.

They began to slowly kiss in small teasing motions. I gripped the base of my dick to keep the need from becoming too acute. Swaying back and forth, their hands gently wandering over each other’s shoulders, backs, and bum cheeks. Carol’s hand slipped between them, and disappeared between Lisa’s thighs. At this more intimate touch, her hips bucked, and a sharp breath hissed between her teeth. She began to rock back and forth, nipples crinkled up tight like little knots. Her fingers gouged deep into Carol’s ass cheeks, and she bit deep down on a shoulder as she came. She shuddered, then collapsed in Carol’s arms, breathing heavily.

“Thank you…” she whispered, and pushed Carol down on the rug on her back. Muttering under her breath about ‘returning the favor’, she began to work her way down her body, tasting her way lower. She gently pushed her smooth thighs apart, then, with a directness I found surprising, placed her lips on her partner’s cunt. As she sucked the juices from the source, Carol twisted left and right, almost as though trying to get away, but at the same time pressing Lisa’s face harder into her crotch. She looked up at me and mouthed an invitation. I slipped off the couch and knelt beside her head. I placed the tip of my prick against her lips, and sucked the copious flow of precum from the head.

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Alex gazed up at the menu, his arms crossed as he decided what to have for lunch. He had just arrived at The Yellow Submarine, the best eatery he’d discovered within walking distance of campus. They made fantastic hoagies, a decent fish & chips and Alex could get a burger if he was feeling really American. He didn’t particularly care for the 50’s and 60’s rock that blared from the jukebox, but he had to admit the music, in addition to all the 50’s era flair on the walls, created a lively and unique atmosphere.

It had been a few weeks since he and Bethany stopped seeing each other. They’d had many hot sessions together over the course of several months before parting amicably. Bethany had taken an interest in another submissive. While Alex missed the touch and taste of his first Femdom girlfriend, he didn’t want to be clingy or get in the way of her fun.

Besides, Alex was as eager to submit to other women as she was to dominate other men. Now that he had some experience in BDSM relationships, Alex was spending a good amount of his down time looking for his next Domina. He’d gotten a few nibbles and chatted with some women online, but nothing had come of it yet. There were sadly few women around his age and in his area that had developed a taste for Femdom so early in life.

Alex wondered if he needed to expand his horizons and start including older women in his searches. He wasn’t opposed to it, as the idea of a more experienced Domme had its own allure, but he didn’t want to date grannies either. Alex resolved that the next time he looked, he would increase the age range of women up to 20 years his senior, but no higher.

The bell positioned over the front entrance of the diner jingled as the door opened and admitted another customer. It wasn’t uncommon to meet a fellow student while out for lunch, so Alex turned to see who it was. His heart skipped a beat. It was Brianna. Gorgeous, buxom Brianna. She was a stunning ebony enchantress with a voice to match. Dark, curly tresses tumbled from the top of her head down to her shoulders. Her eyes were shimmering black orbs that you could sink into until you were lost forever.

Impressive as her features were, it wasn’t Brianna’s natural beauty that made his eyes go wide. She often wore leather boots around campus which caused Alex to double-take as she strutted her stuff, but he’d never seen Brianna wear this much leather at once. She was clad in a long, shiny, black leather trench coat that highlighted her ample curves nicely. The sensual garment ended where her amazing thigh-high boots began. The luscious leather caressed her thick thighs and meaty calves down into commanding high heels.

Alex’s breath caught in his throat and he stared at her longer than he meant to. Brianna noticed this immediately and put on a knowing smile. She walked right up to him and Alex quickly snapped out of his reverie. He smiled back and offered a little wave.

“Hey Brianna! How’s it going?”

“Alex! Nice to see you outside of class! Doing fine. Just needed a bite to eat. Looks like we had the same idea! You been here before?”

“Oh yeah, a bunch of times. The food is great!”

“Good. This is my first time here.” Brianna moved a bit closer, her leather-clad body coming within inches of touching Alex’s skin. The smell of the leather Goddess washed over him, making Alex weak in the knees. “This is a happy coincidence. I’ve been meaning to ask you something and this is the perfect setting. How bout we eat together and chat?”

Alex frantically worked to remove the knots from his tongue. “Y-Yes! That would be great!”

Brianna’s smile expanded as her eyes locked on his. An aura of strength and command brimmed within them. “Excellent. You may buy me lunch.”

She announced the suggestion like she was doing Alex a favor. A kindness. Bestowing upon him the ultimate privilege a man could garner from such a striking beauty. She was right, of course.

Inside, Alex felt butterflies forming in the pit of his stomach, but he did his best to play it cool and put on his most debonair grin. “It would be my pleasure.”

* * * * *

They sat in one of the shop’s many booths while digging into their lunches. He was saddened Brianna removed the leather coat before sliding into her seat, but at least he’d gotten a closer look at her impressive curves. Brianna’s breasts jutted prominently through her low-cut orange top. Her midriff was bare and an ample booty was evident through her stylish black pants.

“So” Brianna spoke up in between bites of her Caesar salad. “You and Beth had a thing going on, right?”

“Yeah, we saw each other for a few months, but that ended weeks ago. We’re still good friends.”

“So it was a friendly thing and not a serious thing?”

“Ummm, somewhere in the middle, I guess. You could say we had an unconventional romance.”

Brianna giggled. “That’s an artful way to put it.”

Alex’s eyebrows raised. “Did you hear something about us?”

“Not malatya escort as such. I mean, rumors fly around about relationships. The girls at our school are no different, but I didn’t need rumors to figure out what was going on between you two. Just my own eyes.”

Alex half-laughed before taking a bite of his steak and cheese. It was a tacit admission she was on to something. Women always seemed better at figuring out these things than men. They paid attention to all the social cues most guys ignored. It made them socially intelligent and dynamic while most males remained clueless dullards well into adulthood.

“And what did your eyes tell you?”

“They told me you were an item. The way you started acting around each other in class made that evident. But what others may not have noticed was how long your gaze lingered on her… whenever she was wearing leather.”

The hairs on the back of Alex’s neck stood up. She knew his ultimate weakness. It excited him.

“And that’s not all” she continued. “There was more than a few times I saw Beth giving you instructions. ‘Rub my back’, ‘hold my bag’, ‘carry my things.’ You did it each time without question. I never saw that work in reverse. Interesting dynamic, don’t you think?”

Alex couldn’t help a light chuckle. “You have a keen eye, Brianna.”

“Two of them, and now they’re trained on you. You’re a bottom, aren’t you Alex?”

Splashes of crimson began to settle in his cheeks. “In the fabled words of General Washington, I cannot tell a lie…”

Brianna took another bite of her salad and a swig of her bottled water before responding. “Don’t dance around it. Just say it. ‘Yes, I’m a pervy little bottom bitch.'”

The redness in his face intensified, his smile broadening beyond his control. “Yes, I’m a pervy little bottom bitch.”

“I knew it. So what is it you enjoy, other than worshiping women in leather?”

“I’m still exploring to be honest, though I enjoyed just about everything Beth and I did. She introduced me to a lot of new things.”

“That’s good. It’s important to be open minded. Especially when you’re a submissive leather fiend so easily led by your desires.”

Alex’s heart began beating faster. His palms sweated. Brianna’s hooks were digging into him deep and he loved it. He never would’ve imagined having a conversation like this with a second woman from his drama class. He’d been searching the internet for his next Domina in a twenty five mile radius. It seemed unbelievable that she’d been under his nose the whole time.

Brianna took a few more bites of her salad before setting her fork aside, indicating she was done.

“Do you want to learn some more, Alex? Spend some quality time with me?”

There was no hesitation. “Yes. Very much so.”

“And you’re not seeing anyone else, correct? No other woman has you collared? I’m not someone who likes to share.”

“No. I am one hundred percent unattached and available.”

Brianna emitted a throaty chuckle through closed lips. Her Cheshire smile was wide. “That pleases me. I’m going to enjoy having a white boy to order around.”

It suddenly occurred to Alex that Brianna and Bethany had always been rivals. Brianna was the best singer in their troupe by far, but Bethany had other talents that out-shined the dark skinned diva. It was a constant struggle between them to see who was the biggest star in the school’s theater productions.

Alex couldn’t help but wonder how much of this was her finding him attractive, how much was hunger for a new sub and how much she simply wanted to dominate and leave her mark on a male that used to be Bethany’s. He could hardly contain his curiosity on the subject, but it didn’t matter, ultimately. He would indulge Brianna, whatever her reasons. He needed to be under a woman’s heel again.

She slid out of the booth and grabbed her trench coat. The black beauty quickly wrapped it around her body and tied it at the waist. Her curves were once again covered in the shiny, supple leather. Alex’s breath came fast and his cock began tenting in his pants. He moved to get up so he could say a proper goodbye, but Brianna stopped him.

“No, don’t stand. You haven’t finished your meal yet. I need to get going, but there’s something you’re going to do for me, right now, before I leave. If you’re serious about this arrangement, that is.”

Alex looked up at her anxiously. “Please, instruct me.”

She placed a hand on her hip and shot him a devilish grin. “In a moment I’m going to turn around and you’re going to kiss my ass. Both cheeks, one at a time. No little pecks either. I want a long, sensual kiss on both. Show me that you enjoy it.”

A jolt of nerves shot through Alex. He took a quick look around, gauging their exposure. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like too many people were seated nearby.

Brianna’s grin collapsed into a smirk. “Bitch, you’d do it even if this place was full. malatya escort bayan Now pucker up.”

She sauntered to his side of the table and turned on her heel. Brianna backed up just slightly, putting her ass just below the level of his face. Her long, luscious coat hung down. It covered her ass in thick, shiny leather, outlining it nicely.

Alex slid over without hesitation and obeyed her command. It was something he desperately wanted to do anyway, so the risk of some stranger catching him in the act wasn’t going to stop him. He placed his lips smack on the succulent leather of her left ass cheek and applied a long, sucking kiss to her posterior. His face came off with a wet smack and he quickly bobbed his head to her right cheek. He planted eager lips on the other half of her magnificent ass, worshiping it eagerly. He inhaled the strong scent of leather deeply as his lips moistly sucked on her curvy bottom before extracting his mouth with a light pop.

He pulled back into his normal, seated position and Brianna turned around. She gazed down at him with a pleased expression.

“You busy on Friday night?”

“Not anymore.”

“Good. You’re coming to my place. I’ll text you the time and address. Be sure to bring a gift worthy of your new Goddess.”

Brianna didn’t wait for him to respond before strutting off. She didn’t need a response and they both knew it. He would be there with bells on, gift in hand and eager to serve. He had no say in the matter.

Alex moved to take another bite of his sandwich when he heard two young women giggling and commenting about him. He looked up and saw them not far down the row of booths. They shot curious glances his way before their faces disappeared and more laughter went up. Thankfully, he didn’t recognize either of the girls from any of his classes.

‘Worth it!’ he decided as he returned to his lunch.

* * * * *

It was early evening as Alex walked down the dimly lit hallway of student apartments. He carried the garment bag with his leather gimp suit over his shoulder and a small gift box in the other hand. Not wanting to deal with an extra set of footwear, he’d simply worn his rubber boots. To prepare for the evening he’d given himself an enema, had a light snack and downed a bottle and a half of Gatorade. He’d learned the importance of being hydrated before extended play in heavy leather over the course of many sessions with Bethany.

Brianna had been fortunate enough to land an apartment in one of the swankier on-campus developments. Students below grad-level weren’t often given the privilege, so it was most likely due to her scholarship. Individuals that a university wished to attract for their talents were often given those kind of concessions.

As he approached the door, he checked his breath. Still minty fresh and he could smell the cologne he’d splashed on himself before leaving. He was ready and extremely eager to get back into “sub space.” Alex reached out and pressed the doorbell firmly.

A few moments later the door opened and Brianna took his breath away. She hadn’t waited for him to get dressed for play time. She was decked head to toe in glossy, freshly-oiled black leather. She wore a black, one piece leather dress that started at her shoulders and covered her arms all the way to her black leather gloves. The thick, sensual material rippled over her bust, showing only a little cleavage before continuing down her hour glass figure, terminating just above her knees. From there, the luscious leather thigh highs took over, slipping down into menacing stilettos.

Light blue eye-shadow set off her eyes perfectly, contrasting nicely with her dark skin. Her lips were highlighted in deep scarlet red. She leaned against the doorway with one hand, the other finding her hip as she struck a pose. She crossed one booted leg over the other, drawing Alex’s gaze up and down her body as he took in her full, leather-wrapped glory.

It took Alex a few seconds of staring, but he managed to pick up his jaw from the floor and conjure something mildly witty.

“Wow! Imagine if I’d been a neighbor looking for a cup of sugar?”

“Get in here, bitch.”

Brianna grabbed the front of his button down shirt and yanked him inward. She closed the door behind him and locked it securely. She turned to meet him with a wide grin and Alex smiled back while holding out her gift. The stylish Sephora gift box was dark blue and wrapped with a yellow ribbon and bow.

“Good boy! You didn’t forget.”

She accepted it eagerly and began tearing off the bow. The ribbon fell to the ground and she opened the flip-top of the hinged box set. Her eyebrows raised and her eyes lit up. Inside was a three ounce bottle of “Black Opium” perfume by Yves Saint Laurent along with a matching necklace and earrings.

Brianna pulled the perfume from the box and gave it a spray. The concoction filled the air between them. Notes of escort malatya coffee, white flowers and vanilla were evident in the classy mixture. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before emitting a delighted purr and placing the bottle back in the box. She set the gift box on the end table beside the door before turning back to her new slave.

“Impressive. You know how to spoil a woman, Alex.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I see you came prepared in other ways as well…” she said, nodding toward the garment bag on his shoulder.

“Should I get changed?”

“Yes, immediately. Bathroom is over there” she said pointing to a door in the distance. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes, Mistress” Alex said reflexively. He offered her a slight bow before turning to depart.

“NO!”

He stopped dead in his tracks, halfway through a turn on his heels. Alex quickly pivoted back towards the dark beauty to see what he’d done wrong.

“You will not use that word. I am not a Mistress. I am not ‘the other woman.’ I am the ONLY woman while you wear my collar and you will call me Goddess.”

Alex’s eyes opened wide in surprise, but he quickly adjusted to the new decorum. “Yes, Goddess Brianna.”

“Better. Now hurry! I have a lot planned for your slutty, white ass.”

Alex headed to the bathroom with a sly grin on his face.

‘I bet you do…’

* * * * *

His Goddess was waiting for him when Alex exited the bathroom in head to toe leather. His gimp suit was just as well polished as her attire, the black leather shining up and down his slim body. Brianna began stalking around him in slow circles, inspecting him from every angle. She’d retrieved a long, thick leather paddle while he’d been changing. She slapped it in her gloved hand occasionally, the threatening sounds exciting Alex as she stopped behind him and let the anticipation build.

*SMACK*

The wide paddle belted into both of his ass cheeks and Alex gasped. Her blow stung significantly harder than anything Bethany had delivered in the past. Brianna was strong and not at all hesitant to use her strength. She stalked back to his front, her boot heels echoing on the wooden floor loudly.

“That was for using the M-word. Just one, because you didn’t know better. Do it again and you’ll get ten more. Understood?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

She began smoothing her gloved hands up and down his leather encased form. Brianna traced the length of his chest, groped his ass, squeezed his thighs and felt up his shoulders. She slid behind him and pressed her bosom to his back. Her right hand snaked around his side and reached for his crotch. She grabbed his package, his cock already half-erect after dressing in leather and witnessing Brianna in her gleaming dress and boots. She placed her mouth next to his ear and rubbed him below as she spoke.

“Now, my little white bitch boy, I’m going to watch some TV and you’re going to do everything I say while I enjoy my show. If you perform well, I might allow you to cum later. If you don’t, your sad little cock will be denied. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Goddess Brianna!”

She released his cock and gave his ass a firm swat with her open palm. Brianna circled back to his front and put a hand on her hip. Her other hand was outstretched, her paddle pointed toward the kitchen.

“Get me a Sprite from the fridge. Then join me in the living room.”

“Yes, Goddess” he said with a bow before hurrying off.

He entered her small, neatly arranged kitchen and walked right to the refrigerator. Alex opened it and eventually found her 12 pack of Sprite buried in the back. He extracted a can, closed the door and headed back. As he made his way to the living room, he could see Brianna pushing her coffee table further away from the couch than it normally sat.

It wasn’t a huge apartment by any means, but it was four times as big as any dorm. Brianna had a huge widescreen TV and a plush, brown leather couch that looked heavenly to sit in. Truly, she was a woman with a taste for the finer things in life.

Alex walked in and handed her the drink. She took it and immediately pointed toward the floor in front of the sofa.

“Hands and knees. Flatten your back the best you can. Stay that way until I tell you.”

He dropped to the floor at once and spread himself forward. Brianna walked around him casually. She plopped herself down in the luscious leather and placed her booted feet on Alex’s back. Brianna set her paddle down on the couch before grabbing her remote and a leather crop from a side table next to the sofa. She turned on the TV, opened Netflix and queued up her show.

It was absolute torture to Alex listening to her leather clad body shift around on the rippling sofa as he knelt there, arched under her legs. He’d never wanted to be a couch so much in his life. Ironically, he was a piece of furniture, just not the one he would’ve preferred.

*SNAP-CRACK*

Brianna opened the tab on her drink and took a few sips. She set the nearly-full can down on Alex’s back not far from her boots.

“Don’t spill my drink. You don’t even want to know how many spankings that gets you.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

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To readers: this is my first entry, infact the first piece of real writing if you forget about all the reports and notes I’ve done for work. It is all fiction although I think I’m only faintly disguised here in truth. I’d welcome any feedback on the story to decide whether to write more. Anyway I hope you enjoy it.

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I had just moved into the apartment by myself, a long story but this was for the first time for a long time. To start with the freedom seemed great and I enjoyed not having any body under my feet or messing up my living space. After a few months my feeling on this started to change. I began to realise how good it was to have someone around to talk with, gossip and generally weigh up the days news, on the other hand I really didn’t want to get back into some heavy relationship. I was enjoying meeting up with a group of friends a couple of night a week and the ability to wander off at a moments notice was something I wasn’t ready to give up.

I soon came to the decision that it would be good to have a lodger of some sort. I had a spare room and I couldn’t see one person who was clean and tidy causing a problem.

From that decision I placed an advert in the next week’s local paper. I kept it quite open in the type of person wanted — mainly because I didn’t have a clear idea on that point and I thought that I would know the right person when they walked into the place. The ad appeared on the Thursday evening and that evening I received 5 enquiries of which 3 agreed to come and see the flat, on the Friday a further 3 enquiries led to 1 more appointment. I organised all the appointments for the Monday evening which gave me time to make sure everything was tidy for their visit and finished work early to get home for the first person.

The guy, Peter was his name, was nice enough and he seemed happy with the room he would have. I told him I would let him know. The second person was a disaster, she didn’t appear anything like I had imagined on the phone. When she sat on the settee and hoisted her feet on the coffee table — then started moaning about the men in her life I decided that she wasn’t the right person to share with. The third person was the guy who had phoned on the Friday and had come across as really interested in the flat — except he didn’t turn up. I tried phoning him on his mobile but there was no answer, by this time I was really pissed off.

The last appointment was for 8 and a few minutes before that there was a knock at the door. This was Sarah but for a moment I was taken aback, on the doorstep stood a small girl, or at least that was my first impression. The thing that grabbed me straight away was the smile that greeted me and the pale blue eyes that sparkled. I gathered my senses and invited her in. I offered to take her coat but she declined, instead just undoing a few buttons. We sat on the sofas opposite each other and then I could see that she probably wasn’t as young as I thought she was. That was confirmed as we sat talking — and how we talked! I was really taken with her which frightened me. Who wouldn’t want a gorgeous young girl sharing their flat, and she was lovely. Apart from those great eyes her hair was a light copper colour, wavy and fell 6 or 7 inches down her back, and her skin was a clear and untanned except for a few freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was small, probably no more than 5foot 3 but the more I spoke to her I could sense a steely resolve and independence that said she knew just what she wanted and didn’t put up with any mess in her life.

I was thinking that this was too good to be true and also getting frightened that I was really getting the hots for her — something that I really wanted to avoid. However, I should say that as I was over 20 years older (at 46) and slightly greying than her it was unlikely that she would be feeling the same way and she did mention a longish term friend. From that I thought I could keep my loins under control but thought it best that we both have a think about her lodging over night. We made arrangement to speak at 6 the following evening to see whether we both felt that this would be the right move.

From the moment I woke the following day I had the complete jitters – I just wished that I had got her to say she would take the room last night there and then. All day I was clock watching — 6 o’clock couldn’t come soon enough and I just had to pace around trying to keep myself busy. At 6 I phoned and I heard Sarah say hello. I said that I would like to offer her the room and hoped that she would take it — I really tried to stay cool but it’s unlikely that I sounded that way. Thankfully Sarah was as keen on the room as I was about her moving in, she admitted that she’d been feeing quite frantic all day hoping that I would still want her there. Thank god for that I thought.

We arranged her move in on the Saturday 2 weeks later and I agreed to paint the room and also gave me a chance to clear out a load of rubbish as well. When çanakkale escort the Saturday came, Sarah was there early on with her boyfriend in tow. His name was Grant and seemed a nice enough lad. I gave them a hand moving boxes and cases into the flat which is up on the 3rd floor. Within half an hour everything was up and I left them to it. I was sat in the lounge catching up on some reading when Grant put his head around the door to say he was leaving and then Sarah came through asking if I could show her where she could put things in the kitchen. We soon sorted that out and then sat in the kitchen drinking a coffee and sorting out rules of the living space.

It became clear as Sarah started to relax as we talked that she had a wicked sense of humour and fun — not too dissimilar to myself. We talked about our lives a bit as well and she talked about her on-off relationship with Grant and that she hadn’t moved in with him because she wasn’t sure if that was what she wanted going forward. I thought that was Grant’s hard luck because the more I saw and heard from Sarah the more I felt myself just falling for. As we were talking I was mesmerised by her small hands as they cradled her coffee mug. Her smooth pale skin was flecked by light golden down which got thicker the further up her arm. At one point as I made the second cup I reached out for the sugar, jokingly Sarah caught my hand in hers to stop me from taking ‘the evil vice’ as she called it, I’m sure I felt an electric shock from her to me as her palm covered my fingers. I think I stopped breathing for that moment and Sarah, sensing that something was up — my temperature certainly was if not the blood pressure in my loins — pulled back coyly concentrated on her coffee as we both composed ourselves.

We split off to do our own thing then a while later she called me from her room asking if she could put up a picture on the wall. I offered to put a nail in an after a bit of hunting found a picture pin and hammer. I stood up on the bed and hit the pin into the wall then reached down to pick up the picture. This was on the bed the other side of Sarah who had sat down at my feet. The bounce of the soft bed however, made me unsteady and I ended up falling towards Sarah. I shot out my hands to stop me hitting her but instead missed the wall and my body slumped down onto hers and my hands were caught under me between our bodies. In particular my right hand was squashed to her chest and for the first time I realised that under the voluminous clothing she had been wearing there was a very nice figure under there, Sarah’s chest were full and firm. Then my face reddened as I remembered that Sarah was there and I wasn’t trying to get off, it may have only been a split second but with my hands resting where they were it felt like ages. I quickly rolled off and started to apologise, I was really embarrassed but then saw that Sarah’s face was creasing into a big grin and then a laugh.

“I’m so sorry — are you OK?”

“Yes of course — a nice way for us to get to know each other better!”

We both ended up laughing and giggling like school children — it had certainly broken the ice between the 2 of us and I realised that my new lodger was one hell of an attractive young lady; I was going to enjoy having her around.

The rest of the week was uneventful as we settled into working routines. Some evenings we would end up sat watching TV together or just chatting over tea or coffee, no more hand touches but I felt that there was a warm feeling between us. I wouldn’t see Sarah in the morning as I was off to work before she rose — Sarah worked at a local Solicitor in town just 15 minutes walk away and there were other times when she curled up in her own room but when we got together I felt like I was building a lovely friendship.

On the Friday evening things started to change and began when I went out to meet up with some friends down at the local pub. We’d had a few pints and had planned to go off to a local club that stayed open late, then a few friends dropped out of that trip and the remaining few of us decided to call it a night. As it was nearly 12 I crept back to apartment and quietly opened the door not wanting to waken Sarah. However, I could see that the night was on in the lounge and some small noises coming from there. I thought it was the TV and gently pushed the door open. I stopped in my tracks at that point and stopped the door opening further than a crack. I could see into the lounge and saw Sarah with Grant on the sofa. Sarah was laid back, her top open and her eyes closed. Grant had his back to me and was kneeling down between her legs. The quiet noise I could hear was Sarah emitting a gurgle of pleasure and Grant was lapping and humming — it didn’t take a huge amount of imagination to work out what he was doing and clearly Sarah was in raptures of delight. Her hands covered her breasts but I could see her nipples every so often pointing hard çanakkale escort bayan up to the ceiling. There was something else very hard as well between my legs and as I stood there totally engrossed in the vision in front of me my hand stroked my hardness down the front of my trousers. At that point I heard Sarah’s groans grow in volume and her breathing quicken. As she came in heavy pants I moved back from the door closing it to and then quietly crossed the hallway to my room. I lay back on my bed and visions of what I had just seen swirled through my mind. My cock stayed hard and I released it from my trousers. Pre-cum flowed from it’s tip and I rubbed it into the head, the feeling grew and then as I grabbed the hard pulsing erection and rapidly pumped until the deep down feeling of an eruption starting came. If I had wanted to I couldn’t have stopped it and seed spurted out up my chest and created a hot pool on my stomach. After a quick clean up I lay there and dozed.

I awoke with pressure in my bladder, I wasn’t aware of the time but I could hear no noise, to start with. Then I could hear some scuffling in the kitchen. I opened my bedroom door and a faint light came from the entrance to the kitchen. I peered into the room and saw Sarah there looking into the fridge. She stood to the side but her head turned away. With the light from the fridge behind her, her body was illuminated through the thin nightshirt she wore. Most noticeable were her breasts; they stood out proud and beautifully firm, through her shirt they were clearly visible and once again I could see the nipple of the nearest chest, the aureole covering the peak and the nipple stood proud again — I guess from the chill out of the fridge cabinet, I could feel my mouth fall open as I just stared.

Sarah must have sensed my presence since she turned to look back at the door. On seeing me she jumped dropping a carton of butter. Fortunately, in the split second of her turning I’d managed to change my stance, so that I didn’t look like the voyeur (but inside was starting to feel like).

“Oh my god! Christ you made me jump!”

“I’m sorry …I was on the way to the bathroom when I saw the light from the kitchen” I stumbled.

“I didn’t know you were in and after Grant left a while ago I thought I was alone here.”

“I crept in a little while ago — I didn’t want to disturb you ….Did you have a good evening?”

“Yes …good…how about you?”

“Yeah not bad… Hey I need that loo.”

With that I was off and by the time I came out Sarah was back in her room. The picture of those lovely breasts stayed in her mind and kept me awake for nearly an hour before I drifted off.

The following morning I rose late but Sarah came out of her room as I sorted out a breakfast. I assumed I had woken her.

“I sorry of I woke you.”

“No …it’s OK I was already awake — I needed to get up…. I’m meeting Grant for lunch.”

We chatted for a while, I noticed that she wore a dressing gown over her nightshirt this time. Had she been embarrassed that I’d caught her as I did last night, I couldn’t be sure? It turned out that Sarah was preoccupied, Grant had said that there was something he wanted to talk with her about and she was unsure about the content. Obviously her mind was rolling over and over the possibilities, her mind certainly wasn’t on the breakfast.

I decided to leave her to her thoughts and wandered off to shower. As I lathered I felt my body reacting to the sights I had seen and were now rolling about in my mind. I started to stiffen and I focused my thoughts on the image of Sarah with her head thrown back as she lay across the settee with Grant between her legs and the sounds of pleasure rattled around my head again. I built up the lather around my groin and my hand moved up and down my shaft, rolling back the foreskin and with each touch my cock head grew prouder and fiercer. As I saw Sarah, in my mind, arch her back and heard her cries of joy catch in her throat my sensations grew, the release button was pushed and sperm flew, pulse after pulse and then flowed over my hand. I rested under the water jets keeping them aimed at my neck and back gradually allowing my body to return to a more even calmer, state. If nothing more, Sarah had certainly added to my fantasy list, I had just had two of the best self-induced orgasms for a long, long while — something that was invigorating and left me with a bounce in my step for the rest of the day.

I didn’t see much more of Sarah for the rest of the weekend. All day Sunday I was out with friends, finishing up with a lazy drink down by the canal. I was in a good mood when I got home about 7 that evening. I was busy pressing my suit ready for work the next day when Sarah come in — she quickly called hello in to the room and then disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out she walked into the lounge and slumped onto the settee across from me. escort çanakkale I could see that she had been crying, her eyes were red and her cheeks were far pinker than normal.

“Can I get you a drink of something? Tea, coffee …. Or something stronger?”

“I think something stronger …please.”

I had a bottle of white wine open in the fridge and poured out a couple of glasses.

“Thanks.”

I smiled, a smile of sympathy and I hope compassion, but said no more. I didn’t want to pry and if Sarah had something to say then I wanted her to say it in her own time. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Grant and I have split up …. He’s been offered a job in the States, New York …he leaves in a week’s time….”

“Oh … it that what he wanted to talk with you about yesterday?” Sarah nodded.

“I knew that he had been looking at these jobs but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly … if at all!”

“I know that you didn’t have plans to live together here but could you have considered that and moved with him?”

“I don’t think that was ever a real option and Grant clearly saw this as a new stage in his life …life after me,” with that the tears rolled down her pink cheeks. I had a clean hanky that I’d just ironed and passed it over to her. I sat down on the settee next to her.

“It has been a shock,” she murmured, “but I did see it coming. We’ve never been that close…we’d just fall together sometimes. It just means I’ll have to stop being so lazy, I can’t rely on him so I need to get out and about more.”

“Do you have other friends around here?” I knew that she’d moved from quite a distance away.

“Not really … only those at work.”

“Well you’re more than welcome to mix in with the group I hang around with — although you might find us a load of old fogies.”

With that Sarah leant over and rested her head on my shoulder.

“I don’t mind fogies … and I love oldies… thanks for listening. Thanks for being here …thanks for taking me in here.”

“The feeling’s mutual — I love having you here.” I reached up and cupped her face in my hand feeling the hot skin wet with tears. With that she turned her head and kissed me gently on the cheek. Then she was off to bed and left me alone in the lounge. I wonder how much she really likes oldies — I thought.

Through the week Sarah’s mood lifted and by Thursday she was as bright and happy as when she had first moved in. I invited her out with my crowd for the Friday evening. She asked what she should wear.

“Well the guys in the group are all dirty old men … apart from me of course .. so if you want to impress them .. as little as possible. But for the girls in the group you’d better make yourself look as unattractive as possible … very difficult I know … and completely cover up. Does that help?” Sarah smiled, “Ok just wear your jeans and stuff.”

“Stuff!! I don’t have any ‘stuff’.”

“Well whatever you have you look great in so just wear what ever you like … my friends will bowled over by you if you turn up just a sack or just your nightshirt.”

“Hmm, shall I wear that then? Is that what you want me to wear?” Sarah was looking at me with a fake coy look but it got me flustered, I don’t know why I had mentioned the nightshirt – it had just come out. I tried to recover the situation.

“Like I said I think you look great in anything, you looked great in you nightshirt too the other night.”

“Did you mind me being in just that light little thing in the kitchen?”

“No of course not .. you can wear it whenever you like, or wherever.. even down the pub!”

“Well perhaps not down the pub but if you don’t mind, I hate wearing dressing gowns.”

“Don’t you like mine then?”

“It’s OK as long as you don’t ask me to wear it. Don’t you wear it just for me either, I don’t want you to feel stuffed up in your own home just because I’m around.” I smiled, little did she know that I normally sleep in the buff and before Sarah moved in had wandered around the flat like that at times. I didn’t think I should go that far.. not yet anyway!

“Anyway, we’re meeting down at The Fox in the High Street at 8 tomorrow so you don’t have long to decide. Being straight for a minute, don’t worry about the guys they’ll love you whatever.”

With that we dropped the subject and ended up engrossed in a TV drama. As it finished Sarah was up and off to her bedroom. A moment later she was back — just wearing her night shirt!

“You said you don’t mind!” and with that she gave me twirl. The shirt swung around rising higher showing off her legs to the full. I just loved the paleness of her skin, alabaster look I think you’d call it, and her calves and thighs showed that she kept fit through running or dancing — they had muscular look about them but not with knots of muscles showing. Sarah’s legs were closely shaven below her knees but I could see the glistening of small golden hairs on the inside of her thighs.

“I don’t mind, I definitely don’t mind.” With that she disappeared into the bathroom leaving me to savour the picture of her legs in my mind. Sarah’s skin colouring is very pale which is something I love. To see the length of her legs with their clear translucent look was a joy and I could feel myself rising. This was becoming very interesting.

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Cindi reached out and turned the water back on as I stepped out of the tub. We rinsed off quickly and got dressed to go out. There’s a good bar here in town that features live music on Saturday nights. I had heard the band several times and they were pretty good.

They had clothes in the car that were more appropriate than the shorts they had been wearing. Boy, Cindi sure knew how to fill out a shirt. She was wearing a black satin western shirt with fringe on it. The fringe hung straight down from those big tits of hers. She tucked that into a pair of tight, black jeans and put on these boots that had fuck-me written all over them. They laced up the front and gave her a boost in height with at least a three-inch heel. She wasn’t short before so the heels put her at about eye-level with me. When she walked out of the bedroom in that outfit, I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. My cock was instantly hard. It was all I could do not to rip that sexy outfit right off her and fuck her right there on the floor. Damned if she didn’t know it, too. She looked me up and down and then looked right into my eyes as she licked her lips slowly and thoroughly. Then she winked.

Nick walked out behind her and slapped her on the ass. “You ready to strut your stuff, baby?” he grinned at her.

We headed out and got to the bar just as things were starting to get going for the night. We found a table and got some drinks and watched the band warm up. They started off with a couple of numbers that had most of the audience line dancing out on the floor. I had been too long out of the dating circuit to be able to do that but Cindi and Nick got out there and I watched her shake her ass around the floor for a couple numbers before the band settled down into a slow one. Nick pulled her into his arms and she plastered herself against him as they danced. I saw him whispering to her and she laughed a couple times before the dance ended.

They came back and Cindi sat in between us. She put her hand on my thigh as we talked. The waitress came by and brought us another round and then Cindi grabbed my hand. She led me out on the floor and we danced to a couple of fast ones. Then the band started the intro to The Dance. It was warm in there and I was starting to sweat a little from the exercise. So was she. She stepped up to me and placed her hands against my stomach. Then she ran them up my chest and linked them behind my neck. She stepped into me and laid her head on my shoulder. Boy did she feel good!

She smelled like vanilla, all warm and delicious. Her hair brushed my neck and I breathed deeply. I put my arms around her and held her close. We started shuffling our feet to the music but I didn’t hear a thing. My entire body was riveted on the feel of a warm woman in my arms. My cock stood right up and took notice immediately. I pulled her closer and one of my legs slid between hers. She made a sound that could have been a moan. Then I felt her lips on my neck. She nuzzled her face against me and I felt her breath hot down the neck of my shirt. I let my hands slip down so they rested just above her ass. It was all I could do not to grab it and squeeze. My fingers itched to pull her closer and rub my cock up and down her sweet slit.

Clapping brought me out of it. The set had ended and the band was taking a break. The crowd was showing its appreciation with a round of applause. Cindi released my neck and stepped back. She knew I was hard so she pulled my arm around her stomach and walked in front of me back to the table. Nick was grinning like a fool at both of us. He knew exactly what she had done to me out there. Hell, she had probably done it to him when they danced!

The place was getting crowded and someone had taken one of our chairs. Cindi went to use the restroom so I sat down. When she came back she laughed and sat down on my lap. Nick had ordered another round so we talked and drank while we waited for the band. Cindi sat pretty still but she crossed her legs so one heel was touching my shin. She kept rubbing it up and down my leg while we talked. My cock had gotten soft while she was in the restroom but having that sweet ass of hers right above it had it reaching for the sky again. There wasn’t any hiding it from her either. Nick got up to shoot a game of pool and she turned to look at me.

She reached up and stuck her fingers between the snaps on my shirt. She bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Did you wear this shirt for me?” she asked. Then she bent down even further and put her lips against the side of my neck. I looked around but no one was paying any attention to us. She pulled one snap open and used her hands to spread the edges apart. She kissed my collarbone and I held my breath waiting for what she would do next. Her tongue darted out to lick the side of my neck and then she whispered in my ear.

“I need fucked!”

Her words went straight to my groin where my cock throbbed in my pants. She grinned at me when I gasped. A man can only take so much. It was all I could do not to lay her down on the table and give her bursa escort what she wanted in front of the whole bar. The band started tuning up while we looked at each other. My eyes dropped to her chest and her nipples were hard. I looked back up at her. She ground her ass into my thighs without ever taking her eyes off mine. We were both oblivious to the fact that someone had returned our missing chair.

The band launched into an old Restless Heart tune and Nick returned to the table. She grabbed his hand and yanked him out onto the floor. It was a good thing too. I couldn’t have moved if the place caught fire. I reached down and adjusted myself so my cock could run down the leg of my pants. It was a good thing I had chosen to wear underwear or I’m sure there’d have been a wet spot showing on my crotch. I knew I was oozing pre-cum already.

Luckily, Cindi and Nick danced through a couple of songs so I had time to get myself under control again before they returned. They danced a slow one and I could see her rubbing herself against him before he pulled her tightly against him. Damn she was hot! Then a woman from across the room came over and asked me to dance. She wasn’t a bad dancer and soon all four of us were laughing and dancing and having a great time. I was tempted to ask her if she’d like to come back to my place with us. We danced through that entire set and she slipped a card into my pocket during the last one. She said she had to go but I should call her. I watched her leave then joined Nick and Cindi at the table. We had another drink while we waited for the band to return.

Cindi asked if I knew that girl and I realized I hadn’t even asked her what her name was! We laughed about it and Nick said I needed to get out more. Cindi took this as her cue to show me what I had been missing. Her hand reached under the table and landed on my thigh. She scooted her chair over closer to mine as the band returned. We kept talking and laughing all the while she was moving her fingertips in little circles on the inside of my leg. I could feel my temperature rising. Finally she cupped her hand over my package. I had done my best to try not to rise to the bait but when she touched me, mmmm, it was all over. I couldn’t pretend to be indifferent when she was holding the swollen evidence! My cock was steed-hard in an instant.

I’m sure there were others in the bar who could see her hand. Nick knew what she was doing too, I’m sure. Hell, she had probably done it to him in the past. He moved over closer to her to clear a path for the waitress who was bringing us another round. At least that is what he pretended to be doing it for. The angle of his chair let him see past her to her hand in my lap. Her fingers were massaging me. They were firm and then soft, firm and then soft against the hardness in my jeans. I was afraid that she wouldn’t stop and also afraid she would! Then she reached over and put her other hand on Nick. I looked around her at him and he grinned at me. Then he pushed his hips forward so she could reach him easier. We seemed to connect and continued to look at each other and grin like fools while Cindi rubbed our cocks.

They had dimmed the lights a little at midnight but anyone walking by who looked would have seen exactly what she was doing. I was ready to leave. I wanted nothing more than to take her home and bury my dick in her pussy until we both cried Uncle! But, she wasn’t done dancing. The band was back and ready to roll and so was she. I had been here before and knew the band favored slow songs for their final set. No doubt they were helping set the mood for the couples who were going home to send the babysitter home before they got naked. All I could think about was the sweet torture I was certain Cindi intended to put us through!

I didn’t have long to wait. The first slow song that played had her up yanking on my hand. She pulled the tie out of her hair and shook that glorious mane loose. She lifted it up with her fingers and shook it out. Then she licked her lips and stood watching me. I decided two could play at that game. I planted my feet and yanked her hard against me. Her eyes flew to my face in surprise. She caught herself before she could fall. I put my arms around her and ran one hand up her back. She put her arms around my neck but before she could put her head down, I ran my fingers up into the hair cascading down her back. I pulled back on it exposing her neck. Then I dipped my head and bit her neck gently with my teeth.

“Oh God, Matt,” she moaned. I soothed the bite with gentle kisses and then I followed the line of her neck to her ear.

“You are one hot piece of ass,” I whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to get you home and get you naked and fuck the hell out of you,” I continued. Her eyes were closed and her head stayed tilted back even after I released her hair. When she realized I wasn’t going to say or do anything else she put her head down on my shoulder. She squirmed against me and I held her tight. We finished the dance and I led her back bursa escort bayan to the table. Nick stood up and took her back out on the floor. I watched them dance. Cindi’s arms were around his neck and his hands slid into the back pockets of her jeans. I couldn’t see what he was doing because it was too dark but I was pretty sure he was squeezing her ass.

Then it was my turn again. Nick brought her back and I took her out on the floor. She lifted her arms and seemed only too willing to have me hold her tight. I pushed her thighs apart with my knee and rubbed mine against her. Her eyes were hot when she looked at me. Her nipples were hard beneath her shirt and bra. I rubbed my chest against her as we danced and flexed the muscle in my thigh so it rubbed her pussy. She was getting glassy-eyed by the time the dance ended. She didn’t want me to stop. Nick was behind us when she finally let go of me.

“Come here, baby,” he said to her. He winked at me over her shoulder then pulled her close. He put her arms up around his neck and then shoved his into her pockets again. He used them for leverage to pull her up tight against him. I was close enough to see the bulge in his pants. It rested right up against her mound. I glanced around but everybody was dancing close. There were several couples kissing and no one even looked our way. I returned to the table and finished my drink. I wasn’t sure how long Nick intended to prolong the evening. Frankly, I was ready to go. They must have had the same idea because the dance ended and I saw Nick nod toward the door.

They had their arms around each other as we left. When we got to the parking lot Nick opened the back door for Cindi. She sat down and crooked her finger at me. I looked at Nick. He shrugged and went around to the driver’s side. I didn’t need a second invitation. I slid in beside her and her lips were on mine before Nick turned the motor over! My hands cupped her tits. Those gorgeous big titties of hers were so firm with tight little nipples poking hard against the palms of my hands. She reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. I pushed her back against the seat and lowered my head. I licked the warm flesh above her bra. She put her hands over mine and pushed them against her. I rubbed the heel up and down pressing hard against her nipples. She began moaning. I pushed her down so she was lying across the seat. I pulled the blouse open and bit at one of those hard nubs. She lifted her chest up toward my mouth.

“Harder,” she moaned. “Bite me harder.” I never refuse a lady! I bit at her again and the long moan of satisfaction told me it was just right. Her bra was a shiny black thing that hooked in back. We were at my house before I could reach around and undo it.

“You have neighbors outside,” Nick warned. I pulled Cindi’s blouse closed and helped her button it. We got out and walked inside like three normal people returning from a night out. I closed the door and locked it. When I turned around Cindi and Nick were both looking at me.

“Do you two want a drink?” I asked playing the polite host.

“Can we drink em upstairs?” Cindi asked. I nodded. “Then bring em on up! We sure don’t want anyone to get dehydrated,” she drawled. “If you know what I mean,” she winked.

I grinned at her. “Yes ma’am, I do know what you mean.”

Nick leaned against the back of the couch. Cindi followed me into the kitchen. When I bent over to reach the beer on the bottom shelf of the fridge, she ran her hand over my ass. I almost bumped my head on the shelf although why I was so surprised I have no idea!

“I noticed your ass as soon as we got here,” she said. “That’s the first thing I look at,” she continued. I straightened up and handed her a beer.

“Well, you have a fine looking ass yourself, Cindi.” I unscrewed the cap on one of the beers as she twisted hers off. She reached out and clinked them together.

“Here’s to asses!” We both drank.

“Can I have one of those?” Nick asked from the doorway. He was leaning against the doorjamb and I wondered if he had been there the whole time. I handed him the third beer and we headed upstairs.

They had changed in my room earlier so they knew the way. As we walked up the stairs Cindi started unbuttoning her blouse. She wiggled her butt at me as she pulled it up out of her jeans. This time it was my hand stroking her ass. My cock hadn’t gone completely soft since we left the car. Watching her precede me up the stairs had it rock hard again.

She plunked herself down on the bed and started to unlace her boots. Nick and I just stood there and watched her. When she was finished she stood up and unsnapped her jeans. She walked over to us and put a hand on both our stomachs. Then she ran them up our chests. She stretched herself up and planted a quick kiss on each of us. Then she let go of Nick. She reached up and grasped the edges of my shirt near the collar. Before I could react she yanked every snap open.

“I wanted to do that the second I saw you in it,” she escort bursa said. I felt her hands on my shoulders pushing it off me. She pulled my head down and our lips met in an open-mouthed kiss that could have melted an iceberg. I reached down and filled my hands with the cheeks of her ass. I pulled her up against me so she could feel my hard cock pressed against her. She bit at my lips and then sucked hard on my tongue. I ground my pelvis against her. She pushed back and her lips started moving down. She was leaving wet spots on my chest as she licked and nibbled her way to my nipple. It was hard long before she fastened her lips on it. I felt the scrape of her teeth against it. I know I moaned. I grabbed her head and held it there while she sucked on it. Then she moved to the other one.

I saw Nick getting undressed out of the corner of my eye. He was hard and slowly stroking that big cock of his as he watched us. I felt Cindi’s lips dropping lower and felt her hands on my jeans. She opened them up and let them fall. I was trapped in them because I still had my boots on. She dropped to her knees and took my cock out of my underwear. She let them go and they fell down too. Then her lips were placing little kisses all around the head. I leaned back against the wall and let her have her way. She got it wet with her kisses and then her tongue was playing against the underside. It licked and probed as her hand closed around the shaft. She began stroking me as her mouth engulfed the head. She just kept feeding more and more of it into her mouth until I felt my cock hit the back of her mouth. She stretched her neck up a little and then I felt myself sliding past. Damn, that girl could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!

I dove my fingers into the silky strands of her hair and held her head still. I started fucking her throat. She made me feel like a school kid with his first blowjob, but there weren’t any of those chicks who could do it like she could. She wasn’t ready for me to cum yet. She pulled back and let my length slide out of her mouth being careful not to touch me with her teeth. She looked down at my trapped feet and started to laugh.

“Let’s get you out of those, okay?” she laughed. I worked my way to the bed and sat down. She pushed my jeans up, pulled one leg up between her thighs and straddled it. She grabbed my boot and looked back at me. I was looking at her ass in those jeans. I didn’t care if the boots ever came off. I reached out and yanked her back by one pocket. She landed beside me on the bed. I lay down next to her and shoved my hand inside the open front of her jeans. I filled my hand with her pussy and felt the dampness of her panties. She was very excited and humped herself against my hand. I looked into her face and saw the lust there. I looked over at Nick and he was still stroking himself.

I reached my middle finger to the side and managed to find the elastic at the edge of her panties. I ran the tip of it underneath and pushed it past her outer folds. She grabbed my forearm and pushed up against my hand. I slipped the finger up and down her crevice. She began moaning and I knew she wanted to cum. I pulled my hand out and stuck the finger in between my lips. I licked her juices off while she watched. I sat up and grabbed the waist of her jeans. I turned her toward me and worked them down over her hips. I laid her out flat while I pulled them down her legs and off. She was still in the panties that matched the satin bra. I bent lower again and ran a finger under the top edge. I took them in my teeth and slid onto the floor as I pulled them down. She was making breathy little moans and her back was arched away from the bed.

Then I smoothed my hands back up her legs over her knees and spread her legs apart. I settled myself between her creamy thighs and looked at her shaved pussy. The outer lips were swollen and I could see her inner lips opening up. I spread them apart with my fingers and saw the swollen hood barely covering her hard little clit. It was glistening with the moisture I had spread over it moments before. I pushed the hood back and flicked her clit with my tongue.

“Uhnnnngg,” she groaned. “Oh God Matt!” Her hips bucked up off the bed and she spread her legs even wider apart. I continued to brush it with the tip of my tongue. “Oh God, Oh God,” she kept saying as she strained to get closer. Her clit seemed to swell even more to meet the pressure of my tongue. I moved one hand so I could use it to hold her hood back. With the other I plunged two fingers into her hole as I applied the pressure she so desperately wanted. I licked her clit and pushed the tip of my tongue down hard as I started rubbing it around and around. I felt her pussy clamp onto my fingers so I added a third one and began fucking her with them.

“Oh Jesus,” she moaned. “God please don’t stop. Just…just a little more. Yes, yes, that’s it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as her pussy drenched my fingers with her cum. Her head was thrown back against the bed. Her body arched up and she buried her fingers in my hair. She continued to hump my mouth as she came down from her orgasm. I licked up her juicy cum and when I felt her spasms stop, I pulled my fingers out. Finally she let go of me and lay still. One hand dropped to the bed and the other rested on her forehead. “God Matt, your tongue is positively sinful!” I rested my forearms on her thighs and grinned at Nick.

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Hi, thanks for clicking open my story. It’s my first story out this year as well as an official entry in LITEROTICA’S Valentines Day Contest. So please, when you get to the end of the story, take a couple of extra seconds and cast your vote.

WARNING: This is an Incest Category story that features graphic sex between family members. All sexual acts are committed by consenting adults 18 yo or older. It is approximately 11,500 words long which comes to just over 3 LITEROTICA pages. If this is not what you were expecting please click away now. To the rest of you — please enjoy!

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Friday, February 8th, New Hampshire

“Is this the famous artist Katherine O’Malley?” were the first words I heard when I picked up the phone that cold February day.

“Daddy?” I asked, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.

“How’s the weather over there in sunny New Hampshire these days?” he asked in his deep, unmistakable voice, the smiling, teasing tone clear.

“You’re watching the weather channel aren’t you?” I accused grumpily as I lifted my eyes to my apartment window and looked through the frost covered windows to the whiteout beyond.

“Gosh I miss shoveling the snow,” he chuckled.

“Shut up daddy!” I ordered.

“Here I could be tobogganing down a mountain with my favorite daughter and instead I have to spend my days swimming and snorkeling and surfing in the warm, blue Pacific waters,” he said, feigning sadness.

“I’m very busy right now father.”

“Are you? Gosh Katy I hope I didn’t interrupt you with your latest beau,” my father said, his teasing tone now full of curiosity.

“Yeah right! Its two in the afternoon daddy…it’s not like I spend my days in bed with,” I started, then quickly stopped, not wanting to discuss any aspect of my sex life, or lack of it, with my father.

“Craig said he thought you were on the verge of running off with some bearded, long haired weirdo who hunts defenseless animals,” my father answered.

“Craig?” I sputtered, now not knowing if daddy was teasing me or if my stupid brother had made up some story up about me.

“Yup, I talked to him on Sunday.”

“You did?”

“Yes, in fact he called me. I know, I know, it’s unusual for children to call their parents but once in a while my son does takes the time to call his lonely old dad,” he answered, a small complaint clear in his voice.

“I’ve called,” I protested guiltily, knowing his implied criticism was based in fact. “Besides, Craig told me at Christmas that you have girlfriends passing almost non stop through your house.”

“Girlfriends?” he asked. “And what does that have to do with my daughters continuing poor treatment of her old man?”

“It’s disgusting,” I accused, yet felt guilty the second I said it.

“This is coming from the daughter who hasn’t come to visit her father in almost two years.”

“Since you left mom, you mean?” I accused, my voice shrill.

“I didn’t call to have an argument honey?”

“Please don’t daddy,” I finally whispered. “God, I just can’t take any more…shit, why do you always try to make me feel bad?” I demanded as I felt my voice getting louder and shriller. Don’t, I warned myself.

“Things going badly honey?” dad asked, his soft inquiring tone now full of concern.

“Shit, I can’t paint daddy… not even a bloody vase of flowers…its fucking snowing here every bloody day…it’s freezing…I have no money…or prospects… I have no sex life… Christ I haven’t got properly laid in months…do you really want to know if things are going ‘baaaadly’ daddy?” The words had exploded from my mouth, unbidden, unplanned. Aghast I banged the receiver twice hard against my thigh before bringing it back to my ear. Christ, had I used the word fuck? Had I told my father I hadn’t got properly laid? I wanted to just smash the receiver back into its cradle and then run out into the snowstorm as I listened to the silence at the other end.

“Who is this? Where’s Katherine O’Malley?” dad finally asked.

I was crying, six months frustration suddenly and unexpectedly released in a torrent of tears.

“Honey, are you okay?” dad asked when I didn’t respond.

I hung up! Then I didn’t answer the phone when it started to ring thirty seconds later.

I simply sat crying in the corner of my big couch feeling sorry for myself. Wondering why I was so sad. And then I started to berate myself for taking it out on my father. Another fucking wonderful day in the life of Katherine O’Malley I thought as the tears coursed down my cheeks.

I was almost twenty-one, hell it’d be only another five days until I hit the big TWO-ONE…until I officially became an adult. Except I felt like a little girl, a lost and unhappy little girl. And I couldn’t figure out why.

I was smart…intelligent…or so everyone had always said. I’d done well in school and had my pick of colleges. And I’d found something I loved…and that I was good at. Art… Painting. Except now I couldn’t paint bursa otele gelen eskort a bloody tree let alone the thousands of visions that flitted across my mind, demanding to be put down on paper.

I was athletic and good looking… And yet I’d left a string of boyfriends lying in my wake the last two years. Somehow I’d been able to find every loser who managed to get within fifty miles of me. Okay fate can deliver the odd bad apple but when it happens again and again it’s very hard not to realize that you’ve got something to do with the problem. It’s something really great to learn about yourself, that if you’re put in a room with nine perfect men and one loser that invariably you’ll pick the loser.

And it had nothing to do with my father…or did it?

He should never have divorced mom…and I’d come to accept it as a given that all my problems started when my parents had separated. Even though I had been nineteen at the time and had finished my second year of Art College by then.

And why did I still measure every potential beau against him and my brother if he was so bad? And why did my most intimate thoughts and dreams so often include him? I mean I hadn’t even seen him since he’d left for Hawaii some eighteen months earlier.

*****

My brother Craig arrived four hours later, having driven the one hundred miles that separated his campus from my apartment in a driving, winter blizzard.

Angry at dad for sending him I still couldn’t conceal the delight I felt when I opened the door and found his snow covered form on my doorstep.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my smile telling him my real feelings. “You could have killed yourself you idiot…are you crazy?”

“So, what’s going on? One of these woman’s monthly things?” were the first words from my brother’s mouth.

“You didn’t have to come…just because I hung up on him…”

“Dad said if I didn’t get my ass down here and report to him a.s.a.p. he’d…”

“He’d what?” I demanded. “He can’t run our lives any more…”

“He’d never invite me back to Hawaii,” Craig answered, then added, “and after that trip at Christmas…”

“What was so good about it,” I asked, still angry that he’d been over to visit dad twice in the last fifteen months and I’d been too proud to go. My fault — I’d declined dad’s repeated invitations.

“Surfing…hot girls… sex,” he said with a big grin.

“You were staying with dad,” I protested, pretty sure he couldn’t have slept with any girls during his ten day sojourn in the islands. But even as I said it I knew better. It had taken me quite a while to figure out how attractive most girls, heck, not just girls, all women, found Craig O’Malley.

It wasn’t that he was the handsomest guy in the world, it’s just that he has something. People like him…he’s nice…and has the cutest smile. At least that’s what my high school girlfriends had convinced me of one night when we were having a sleepover our senior year. We’d been discussing our boyfriends, guys in our class, movie stars, and then somehow my sixteen year old brother’s name had come up. And there had been immediate and unanimous agreement that Craig was hot.

“My brother?” I’d shrieked, completely mystified.

“I wish I was sixteen again,” my best friend Ellie had insisted.

“He’s almost as good looking as your dad,” another chimed in. And then for the next twenty minutes six high school girls discussed the relative sexual attractiveness of my brother and father.

And Craig’s grown out into a man since then. He has that easy casual strength a natural athlete has, a way of entering a room that attracts immediate attention. There is nothing artificial, gym fed about his body, instead he came by his attractiveness naturally — he’d inherited it from dad.

“So what’s for dinner anyway?” he asked as he shook the snow from his coat, breaking into my jumbled thoughts.

“Dinner?”

“Well if there’s no major catastrophic event that took place in Miss O’Malley’s life today maybe she could take a few minutes and prepare something for her starving brother.”

“I wasn’t expecting anybody.”

“Not even that weirdo you’ve been dating,” he asked, his teasing tone so much like dads.

“It’s your fault,” I accused. “What did you tell dad anyway?” I demanded, my finger angrily pointing at him.

“I told him that his crazy daughter has buried herself in some godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere and only dates strange, bearded guys who smoke dope and wander around half the day on snowshoes, trapping and killing any little animal with fur they find,” he answered grinning.

“I only went out with him once. Did you really tell dad about him?”

“Do they have a pizza parlor in this town?” he asked, ignoring my comment.

“We’re in the middle of a bloody blizzard,” I squawked.

“You should be living in New York City. Then at least they’re be something to do when I came to visit you.”

And bursa eve gelen escort bayan the thing was he was right! I’d graduated the prior spring, then, after a couple of weeks at home with mom and Craig, had retreated to a small town in northern New Hampshire, having convinced myself that living alone in a raw, natural environment would somehow be cathartic in the development of my artistic vision.

Except it hadn’t been. My small apartment at the edge of town, a town of only five hundred people, was a poorly furnished dump. And although I’d had a little money saved I’d soon found myself having to work as a barmaid four nights a week at ‘NAKED BEARS’, a place that catered to hunters and loggers, was decorated with stuffed animal heads and NRA posters, and which featured at least two donnybrooks every weekend. And had my ass pinched at every second table I served.

“I have some frozen dinners,” I admitted as he opened the fridge and then the freezer. “But we better cook them quickly,” I added with a grin, unable to be angry with this brother I loved.

“How come?”

“The power could go out anytime….we lose it every time we get a storm…like four times already this winter.”

He cooked six of them…my complete stock, claiming he was hungry and that if the power did go out we’d have something for breakfast. So we sat on the living room floor, drinking beers and talking as we ate. And, around eleven, pitiful little ole me realized it was the best evening I’d had since I’d been home at Christmas.

Then the power went out just before midnight! And so the two of us ended up side by side, fully dressed, sleeping on my mattress which we’d taken from my bedroom and tossed on the floor in front of the fire. And the loser and pervert that I was I dreamed of how nice it would be if we were naked! Entwined. With me fully cocked! By my brother…Sicko…

Saturday, February 9th New Hampshire

We each ate a cold Frozen Turkey Dinner for breakfast, the jellied cranberries and lumpy gravy washed down with orange juice. Yuck! Fortunately the storm had died out during the night and when we finally ventured outside around noon hour we were faced by a thick carpet of virgin snow that seemed to blanket the whole world.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to get back to school today,” I said after we’d battled our way down the walk to the road. Craig’s car, on my small driveway, was buried under a mound of snow.

“At least they’ve plowed,” he answered as we surveyed the road. “Anyway, as long as we can get out tomorrow morning we’ll be okay.”

“We?”

“Uh huh,” he said enigmatically, then, suddenly laughing, turned to me and quickly lifted me into his arms and tossed me into a four foot deep snowdrift which swallowed me completely.

“I’ll kill you,” I shrieked to his retreating back when I finally managed to pull my face free from the snow. It’s not fair I thought to myself as I brushed off, heck, I’m five-nine, athletic and yet my little brother can lift me up and handle me like I’m a little girl.

But at least he had the fire blazing when I stumbled through the door five minutes later.

We took our first tentative steps to treating each other as adults that afternoon. Just casual talking …but not as older sister and younger brother but as …oh gosh, it’s hard to describe…but different. Was he going to be someone really important in my future life, a best friend…or simply the brother (and uncle to my kids) who lived in Cleveland or Philly and who I saw once a year? That afternoon we started down the path to becoming adult friends. It was kinda nice.

“Can I paint you?” I suddenly asked Craig as we sipped our beers later that afternoon.

“Me? A model?” he asked with a small grimace.

“Yes, the handsome, young, college sophomore snowshoeing across the frozen tundra,” I answered laughing, as a vision of Craig, clad in a three piece, pinstriped suit with a toque on his head flashed through my mind.

“I’m not going outside,” he promised but then asked, “and according to dad you claim you can’t even paint a vase of flowers these days.”

“Flowers are tougher than dumb brothers,” I teased back. And then, for the next couple of hours I was happy again, quickly sketching Craig from a variety of angles, somehow my artistic skill reborn. He talked easily as I worked, letting me have a glimpse inside his life as he described his school courses, his girlfriends, the music he liked, politics (something we’d never discussed), even some of his dreams.

And normally shy me tried to reciprocate, and ended up telling my little brother things I’d never told anyone.

“So where do you think we’re going tomorrow,” I asked when I finally remembered his comment from earlier about me accompanying him when he left the next morning.

“Boston. Hell, I better shovel the car out and make sure it starts before it gets too late,” he said as he stood up.

“Boston? What’s in Boston?” I asked even as my eyes roved across his stretched t-shirt, a t-shirt that did little more than highlight his muscled chest and flat stomach. Quickly flicking my eyes even lower I took in the bulge of maleness that seemed far too large for the blue jeans that held them. I quickly looked back up.

“Logan International Airport,” he answered, his face all of a sudden sporting a smug grin.

“Are you going somewhere? Do you need a ride?” I asked, now completely at sea, my mind still contemplating, estimating his size.

“Why do you think dad called you yesterday? What do you think he didn’t have time to tell you before you so rudely hung up on him?”

“I wasn’t rude…what didn’t he say?”

“That being the wonderful father that he is, he has bought his daughter, the most important person in his life”

“Hah,” I grumbled, interrupting him.

“Well after me…and I guess after a couple of those sweet little Hawaiian girls he’s been hanging out with lately,” Craig added with a smirk and a wink. “Anyway, this kind father has bought his favorite daughter a plane ticket that will whisk her away to Maui, Hawaii where she will spend her twenty-first birthday, the day she finally becomes a woman, surfing with her loving father.”

“I can’t go,” I spat out. “I won’t,” I insisted as my suddenly silent brother looked on bemusedly. “I have my art…my job…stop smiling like that,” I ordered as he continued to say nothing. “You’re not funny!”

“Here, I printed out your ticket and boarding pass before I left school,” he answered as he pulled a folded envelope out of his back pocked. “And dad expects you to bring a very nice present for him.”

“I didn’t get him anything,” I answered, then quickly reddened in embarrassment when he gave me a disapproving look. It had always been the biggest week of the year in our family- my birthday the 13th, Valentines Day the 14th, then dad’s birthday the 15th. Three days of family celebration that had provided all of us with our warmest memories, a panorama of love that stretched back twenty years.

“You can give him the picture you just painted of me,” Craig said smiling, interrupting my thoughts of happier family days.

“Why would he want a picture of you?” I muttered.

For five minutes he let me ramble on with reasons why I couldn’t possibly go and it was only when I finally stopped talking, that he said quietly, “Listen sis, I am going to get you to Gate 27 at Logan by noon hour tomorrow and that’s that. If you don’t want to get on the plane that’s your decision. Break your father’s heart if you have to.”

“You can’t make me go,” I said even as I knew with one hundred percent certainty that Craig was going to deliver me to the airport no matter what I said or did. “Why are you doing what he says? Why are you always on daddy’s side?”

“We’re both worried about you,” he answered simply.

“You are? Why?”

“Because we both love you.”

“But…”

“I don’t know why…you’re a real pain in the rear end most of the time…But this is crap,” he added as his hands indicated the room in general but also in a way that made me understand he was talking about the way I was living my life.

“I am not a pain,” I insisted as I slipped into his embrace and let my tears of both joy and sadness be soaked up by his t-shirt.

He gave me my birthday present after dinner that night, and then insisted I open it then and there. “You’ll need it in Hawaii,” he said as I contemplated the gift wrapped package.

“It’s not a very big gift,” I mock complained as I suspiciously shook the small package.

“That’s for sure,” he agreed with a grinning smirk as I started to open the package.

“No way…NO…NO…WAAAAY little brother,” I promised as I held up the two pieces, the top in my left hand, the bottoms in my right. Craig laughed, insisted I try it on, told me if I wanted anyone to notice me I’d better get with it, that Hawaii was the swimming suit big leagues.

I was finally convinced to at least try it on. Here we were in the middle of February in snow covered New Hampshire and I’m dressing myself in two little pieces of cloth that didn’t have a total of one square foot of material. It wasn’t a thong exactly, the panties were more a Brazilian boy short, cut so high that half of my cheeks were spilling out. In front the thin, yellow cloth barely covered my pubic triangle. The bra, two triangles just managed to barely cover my full, round breasts.

After minutes of watching myself in the mirror, trying to see what I looked like from every angle, I finally heard Craig’s order to get back out there and let him see if it was okay.

I didn’t want to and yet of course wanted to. I was nervous…and excited. It’s just your brother, can’t hurt, I tried to convince myself when I finally opened the bedroom door.

His eyes as they opened in surprise combined with the gasped out, “Whaaat the” told me all I had to know about what he thought.

“It’s not me…it’s too…too,” I stammered, loving the effect I was producing even while pretending the opposite.

“Look out Hawaii,” he finally blurted, “shit Kate, I hope dad has a gun, he’ll going to need it to fight off all the surfer dudes who’ll be chasing after you.”

“You think its okay?”

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The story so far: Lisa has helped her exhibitionist friend Becky pull off a fake forced streak at their campsite, but although this was successful for Becky it backfired on Lisa and she was forced to streak herself in revenge. Every cloud has a silver lining though, and Lisa ended up going to bed with a young man she had met at the campsite and finally losing her virginity…

Chapter 17 — Going Home

Lisa left Ross sleeping in his tent. They’d dozed for a little while, nude in each other’s arms, but she’d awoken soon after.

It was late now. Or early morning, Lisa wasn’t sure. Awkwardly she scrambled out of the tent, the cold night air a sudden shock on her bare skin. There hadn’t been space in the tent to dress without waking her paramour. Quickly she pulled on the hoody she’d been wearing, hoping there had been nobody around to witness her undignified exit — but all was still and quiet.

The hoody was long enough to cover her modesty and so she gathered up the rest of her clothes and tiptoed as best she could along to her and Becky’s tent.

Becky was still awake when she opened the tent flap. Her friend was nude, of course — she never seemed to wear anything to sleep in these days — but was wrapped up in her sleeping bag to keep warm.

She grinned when she saw Lisa, and grinned wider when she saw how she was dressed.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed. “You went off with that Ross, did you go all the way with him?”

Lisa nodded, smiling, as she closed the tent flap behind her. Becky squealed and sprang up, enfolding her friend in a big naked hug.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, “Lisa finally lost her ‘V-plates’!”

The next few minutes were filled with questions from her more experienced friend. Lisa burrowed into the sleeping bag, discarding the hoody again, for once unselfconscious about being nude in Becky’s equally undressed company. She was too tired to try to find her night clothes in the dark, she wanted to sleep, but Becky wasn’t going to let her do that any time soon. She wanted to know all the details, and it was a good hour later when Lisa finally closed her eyes and slept.

—

One slightly hungover packing session later, the two girls were ready to leave the campsite and make their way back home.

They’d awoken late, with Lisa’s head throbbing. She hadn’t drunk that much, had she? Although she always had the worst luck with hangovers, it would only take a couple of beers to make her wake up in the morning with a sore head.

They’d packed their stuff as best they could. With it being their final few hours on the campsite — and with the nearby lads now fully aware that Becky was a bit of a weirdo who would engineer a prank on herself to deprive her of clothes in public — Lisa noticed her friend seemed no longer to be quite so concerned about what she was or wasn’t wearing and had stepped out of their tent in the nude a couple of times before finally putting clothes on, at one stage even going on a little walk and giving a few surprised campers an eyeful.

Now though both girls were fully dressed, their tent back in its bag and their backpacks all ready to go.

Lisa left Becky with the bags and went over to the lads campsite. When the boys saw her, there were a few grins and some nudges. Clearly they’d noticed one of their number hadn’t been alone in his tent last night and although to Lisa Ross hadn’t seemed like the type to brag she doubted he’d have been coy and shy about it either.

In the event she found him kicking a ball about with another boy. When his friend saw her approach, he made a discreet exit, and the two were alone together.

“Morning,” he said, and Lisa smiled back. For a moment there was silence between them.

“About last night…” he began, but Lisa stopped him.

“No,” she said. “There’s no ‘about last night’ conversation happening now. We’re not doing that.

“I had,” she continued, “a really nice time last night. All of it. So did you. I don’t think it needs further discussion, especially not for us to have a really awkward conversation about it of the sort men and women have been having since the concept of casual sex was invented.”

Ross grinned. “Fair enough. I wasn’t sure what to make of it when I woke up and you’d left.”

“How about, I wanted to sleep in my own tent which didn’t smell of sweaty boy and sexy times?”

He laughed. “Again, fair enough. Given the choice I wouldn’t want to sleep in a tent with sweaty boy smell either. If it wasn’t for your mate, I’d have come in with you.”

Lisa laughed. “She probably wouldn’t have minded. She’d probably have been happy to have another person to act as her audience.”

Ross wrinkled his nose. “Yeah,” he said, “she’s a one. What’s the story with her, really I mean?”

Lisa sighed. “She’s an exhibitionist,” she confessed. “She sort of… gets off on people seeing her naked.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Well,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“And what about you?”

“Oh, compared to her I’m completely normal. bursa escort No weird kinks here, me.”

“Pity,” he laughed. “No, what I meant was, you helped her, you took her clothes. You made it so she had to run about naked in front of us all. Do you often get involved with her in stunts like that?”

“Kind of, yeah. She’s sort of a nudist too, and, well, I’m the only person she’s ever told this stuff too. She isn’t harming anyone. She just wants to be free to be herself. I feel like I should help her do that.”

Ross was quiet for a moment. “You’re a good mate to her,” he said eventually. “I’m glad she’s got someone like you. But just be careful. Make sure she’s not putting you into something you don’t want to be in. You ended up having to streak the campsite yesterday, yes because Steven’s a dick but also because your mate created that situation when she had you nick her clothes in the first place.”

“I know,” Lisa conceded. “But, she’s not taking advantage of me. It’s a weird thing, I get that. I wouldn’t expect anyone else to understand it. But it works for us.”

—

She’d kissed Ross goodbye, a proper kiss, not a discrete peck on the cheek from two people resigned to parting as ‘just friends’.

She wasn’t sure she’d see him again, she’d hopefully be off to uni in September, and Ross of course was going into the RAF, so it might be their paths just never crossed any more. But neither of them had been quite keen to just say “that’s that”, either. They’d got all sorts of ways to keep in touch. Lisa was quite keen to try ‘sexting’, for one. Taking some naughty pictures to send to a cute boy in the armed forces seemed like a fun prospect.

Becky had also said goodbye to her various ardent admirers. She’d not paired off with any of them, leaving them all disappointed and heartbroken.

Lisa wondered about this. Becky was far more experienced with boys than she was, she’d had sex for the first time when they were 15 and she’d had several boyfriends since then. Indeed, there had been a long spell in the past few years where Becky had rarely been without a guy.

But since breaking up with her last boyfriend, Ryan, almost a year ago, Becky hadn’t so much as kissed another boy.

At first, Lisa had put it down to having been hurt badly by her break up with Ryan (even though it hadn’t seemed particularly traumatic). Then she just figured maybe Becky was bored of dating and relationships for a while.

Now though she was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t something else. The growing importance to Becky of her nudist lifestyle and exhibitionist tendencies was a sign that whatever else she was, her friend was certainly not a conventional 18-year-old woman. But could it be that her strangeness was actually making her reluctant to connect with others in the more normal sense, or even making it difficult for her?

Maybe she didn’t want a boy in her life if it meant addressing how her nudism and her exhibitionism would affect him? Lisa was the only person she’d shared this side of herself with, after all — maybe she didn’t want anyone else to know, and if she started dating someone she would have to tell them?

Not for the first time, Lisa found herself thinking about where this strange journey she and her friend were on would end up.

Chapter 18 — At the Movies

The summer rolled on, and something resembling normality returned to Lisa’s life — well, as normal as it could get for someone whose best friend couldn’t seem to manage to keep her clothes on for very long.

But on that front, things did calm down a little. Both Lisa and Becky began to pick up some part time work — Becky waitressed in a café, while Lisa got some shifts at the local supermarket. The need for Becky to go out and associate with people who weren’t aware that she was a nudist, let alone an exhibitionist, seemed to Lisa to have something of a calming influence on her. Oh, when she called round to Becky’s house when her mum was at work Becky was still usually naked, and she still sometimes stripped off when the two girls were out walking in the countryside. But there had been no more incidents of crazy dares or other ‘indecent exposures’, and with Lisa’s two brothers now both off school for the summer too, Becky was finding it best to keep herself covered up at Lisa’s house as well as out in public.

Indeed, things began to feel so much calmer that Lisa began to wonder if she might be ‘over’ Becky. She no longer felt her pulse quicken quite so much when her friend would answer the door of her house to her nude, and found she could largely concentrate on things other than Becky when the two were hanging out and Becky was au naturel.

Of course, she still fantasised a little, still felt a tingle of excitement, particularly when she recalled that she alone was seeing this side of Becky. None of their other friends was aware that Becky preferred nakedness, whenever they were in a larger group she was careful not to even mention it, and wore the same nice, fashionable and flattering clothes she had always done. Only Lisa knew the truth about her, only Lisa had seen the side she called her true self, and Lisa couldn’t help but feel somewhat special as a result. There was an intimacy to seeing Becky walking around with no clothes on and knowing that she wasn’t this way with anyone else, even her own mother, and that was still a little intoxicating to Lisa.

Becky wasn’t the only figure in Lisa’s fantasies, though, at least for a little while following the end of their holiday. She and Ross had kept up a correspondence by text message and Snapchat since parting at the campsite, and she’d enjoyed the thrill of sending him some very risqué pictures of the sort she had never imagined she would ever take of herself. True to form, of course, Becky was enjoying a role as something akin to “sex coach” and had some very frank and forthright suggestions for the sort of pictures Lisa could send. Mercifully for Lisa, she didn’t actually demonstrate these ideas herself — as she was once again naked at the time, it could have resulted in Lisa getting more than a little hot under the collar!

Lisa realized she did enjoy the thrill of posing intimately for a private snap to Ross, and although she wasn’t exactly reduced to a quivering ball of desire by the times when he returned the favour, she had to admit, it was flattering to see the effect he was claiming her pictures were having on a certain part of his anatomy…

As the weeks had rolled on, though, Lisa had found both their enthusiasms waning slightly. They were a long way apart and although Ross seemed nice, they were finding they had little to say to each other when the topic was something other than sex. Lisa was coming to accept that Ross and she weren’t destined to meet again any time soon and that whatever he was to her, he was far from being the ‘boyfriend’ she had thought she would have. She hadn’t told him yet that he had been her first, either — she was still behaving with him as if she was much more experienced than she really was, and it was getting more and more tiring to act like a love goddess, even on Snapchat, when she didn’t really feel like one.

Increasingly, his messages began to feel like an intrusion, and she as she began to cool towards him she noticed the same in return. By the latter part of August, Ross was largely a footnote in her past, and her life consisted of work, family and of course, her time with Becky.

It was a hard truth, too, but one she came to realise — while her experiences with Ross had been fun, and she was delighted to no longer be, as Becky had put it, in possession of her “V-plates”, it had been nothing compared to the excitement she had found in some of the things she had gotten up to with Becky.

—

The big blockbuster movie hit of the summer was, once again, a comic-book superhero adaptation featuring brightly-coloured characters punching one another very hard in order to save the world.

At least, that was Lisa’s assessment. Becky, who was much more a fan of that type of thing, gave her a full and comprehensive of the film’s place in the wider canon of what she kept referring to as a “cinematic universe” until Lisa felt certain that her brain was going to start pouring out of her ears.

They went through the same rigamarole whenever one of these movies came out. Becky would excitedly tell her about the latest trailer, the premier date and so forth, and when the film actually came out, she would badger Lisa to come with her and watch it at the local multiplex. Lisa, who much preferred a good comedy to any superhero shoot-’em-up fest, would resist as long as she could before finally giving in and agreeing to sit through what seemed, to her, like simply the latest episode of a very expensive television show.

This summer, she’d held out longer than usual, but Becky’s diverse array of increasingly disappointed faces and noises finally wore out her resolve, and the two made a date for the cinema one weekday afternoon in the last week of August.

The cinema was a big out-of-town multi-screen affair. Although neither girl had a driving license yet, let alone access to a car, it was easy enough to hop on a bus and ride out there.

When they arrived, the cinema was quiet. There hadn’t been any big releases that week and it wasn’t a time when a lot of people chose to go (compared to, say, Friday or Saturday nights). Lisa and Becky were able to walk straight up to the counter to get their tickets, and didn’t have to queue up either to buy some popcorn and drinks before making their way to the screen.

When they got into the screen, there were fewer than 20 people sitting in their seats — the rest were empty. The film had been out for quite a while, so Lisa supposed most of the people who were likely to want to watch it had already caught it in the first few weeks. The audience was couples, a few teens, and some guys on their own — people whiling away a couple of hours at the cinema as a result of having nothing else to do with their time.

The entrance to the screen was near the front, crossing görükle escort bayan in front of the big blank space where the film would be projected — you had to walk up steps towards the back to find your seat in the tiers. Lisa smiled as she noticed that, as usual, all the patrons in attendance were sitting as far apart from each other as possible while still having a good view of the screen. The two back rows were completely empty, most people apparently preferring the middle seats so as to not be too far away from the action. But Becky made a bee-line straight for the empty back row, and Lisa was more than happy with her choice. It made it feel almost like their own private screening to have nobody else around them.

They sat down and chatted idly, munching popcorn and checking their phones, until the lights dimmed and the adverts came on.

“Why is there always an advert for the cinema when you go to the cinema?” Lisa asked, as a typical ‘cinema — a great night out’ promotion appeared on screen. “We’re already here, they don’t need to advertise to us, surely?” Becky laughed — she was used to Lisa getting quite cross on trips to the pictures about one thing or another

“Well, that was about five more car commercials than I needed to see,” Lisa remarked. She was determined to find things to complain about to underline how she wasn’t really looking forward to the movie, although she knew Becky just found her moaning funny.

“Oh look, another remake of a film from 10 years before I was born,” she intoned sarcastically. Becky swatted at her in a gentle attempt to shush her. Fortunately for their friendship, after that the dim lights went fully dark and the movie proper started, and Lisa was forced into silence.

The film looked set to be exactly what Lisa was expecting. There was going to probably be some sort of mystic artefact, there were people in crazy costumes which were probably all computer-generated, lots of punching and explosions and in the end the world would be saved. She settled down for what, for her, would probably be a boring couple of hours.

However, little did she know she was about to get something much more interesting to watch.

About twenty minutes into the film, she noticed that next to her in her seat, Becky was fidgeting about much more than usual. It wasn’t obvious, it was only when she turned to whisper a comment to her friend that she realized what was happening.

Becky had kicked off her trainers and was in the process of unfastening and taking off her jeans. It was immediately apparent to Lisa what was happening — Becky was getting naked again. As Lisa watched, Becky lifted her bottom from the seat in order to pull down her skinny jeans, before leaning forward to pull them off completely. She leaned back and grasped the hem of her t-shirt, then pulled it up quickly over her head and off.

Lisa couldn’t help but laugh.

“What are you doing?” she whispered. “As if I really need to ask…”

Becky grinned back. “I always wanted to try being naked in the cinema,” she answered

“You’re really gonna do that?” Lisa asked. “What if someone sees you?” She was excited that Becky was stripping in what seemed like a very public place, but as always that excitement was tinged with a very real worry — was this really something safe to do, or was it going to end with someone in a lot of trouble?

But Becky seemed confident. “Nobody can see us,” she explained, “they’re all sat in in front and all watching the film. Nobody ever turns around and looks backward in the cinema. You always keep your eyes on the screen.”

Most do, thought Lisa as she watched Becky unfasten her bra and then shimmy out of her cotton panties, but I won’t be now, not with a gorgeous naked girl sitting next to me.

Lisa gazed unashamedly at Becky as she sat back in her seat. The cinema was dark, the only light coming from the screen, and the intimate details of her body that Becky was revealing were hard to make out, but the half-light from the screen drained colour from her skin, making her seem like an odalisque from some silent epic from the golden age of cinema. Lisa drank in the smooth, soft whiteness of her friend’s belly, the pale swells of her breasts, her nipples hard and dark pink. Shadows hid much of the rest but it would be beyond doubt to anyone looking that she had removed all of her clothes.

Realising that Lisa was still staring at her, Becky turned — and smiled. Lisa felt herself blush — at least the dark of the screen would hide that — and looked away shyly. But as soon as she felt Becky’s attention was back on the movie, she resumed watching her friend.

Becky had been openly nude in front of people in very public spaces before now. All the people on the train who saw here nude; the guy in the convenience store; anyone who saw her at the campsite or while hiking. But her being naked in the cinema was different. She was almost captive here, in a place where nudity could not be explained or excused. She was sitting nude in a big open room with only one route out and around twenty other people all sitting there. The only cover for her nudity came from the darkness, and the fact that people were watching the screen.

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“You were acting like a SLUT!”, Greg was almost shouting.

“I was being nice to your co-workers. There is a difference you know.” I replied, trying to remain calm.

“I’ll agree, a hot red-head in a mini skirt grabbing a perfect stranger’s cock is very nice.”

“LOOK! I will admit that was crossing the line just a bit, but I wanted to make sure that your name slides easily off of his tongue tomorrow when they meet to discuss that VP position. If I remember correctly, you are the one that has worked for the past 6 years to get me out of my sexually demure funk.” I couldn’t tell if Greg was angered or aroused.

Earlier tonight we went to a cocktail party hosted by the upper echelon of his firm. Greg and I live a comfortable life, but honestly, I want him to earn more money. I did not think that anyone had seen me trace the outline of Corey’s cock. We were in a rather dimly lit portion of the room. Corey was saying that he loved a red haired woman with freckles. I gave him a smile & told him that I had a few private freckles that he could play connect the dots with if Greg had longer hours to work. Of course, Greg did not hear the conversation, he simply saw me running the tip of my long red fingernail along the outline of Corey’s cock.

I tried to change the tone of the conversation a bit, and reminded Greg that he always liked it when I was a slut. He argued that such instances were in the privacy of our bedroom and not in a smoke filled bar. The bar, the flirting, and the fact that my husband was calling me a slut had my cunt soaking wet. I was so ready to be fucked like the slut I am. I just did not know how to get Greg to channel his anger into a raging hard on. He stood there sipping his vodka and bitching about what a slut and whore I was.

Finally, sex hikayeleri tired of arguing, I said, “What is done is done, if you don’t like it, why don’t you punish me. But whatever you do, just quit your bitching. That vodka is just fueling your anger, what I did was for you and it wasn’t that damn bad.” Before I could get all of the words out of my mouth, Greg grabbed my arm and threw me onto the bed. My miniskirt slipped up and was only half covering my ass cheeks when his large heavy hand came down across my bottom. I was shocked. Greg had never acted this way before. My tender ass cheeks stung and burned beneath my skirt.

Greg went into a frenzy, smacking my ass over and over again. “I’ll teach you to act like a slut in public. When I finish with you, you are going to understand what it means to be a lady in the streets and a whore in the sheets.”

Strangely, rather than getting mad and upset, my hormones took charge. My pussy became so wet that I could feel the moisture spreading. I could not remember a time when I had ever been so horny. By the time that my spanking came to an end, I was yearning to be fucked.

Greg leaned down, grabbed a handful of my red hair in his left hand, pulling my head back. I could feel his cock stiffening against my ass cheek. He leaned down to my ear and said, “If you want to be a slut then fine, but I will make damn sure that you pay the price each and every time. Every action has a reaction and when you misbehave, you will be punished. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”

With that I could only whimper what I intended to be a yes. Still holding my hair tightly with my face turned toward his, I attempted to kiss Greg. He yanked my head back a bit more and told me that sluts were only fucked, the did not get porno hikayeleri kisses. Then he let go of my hair. This gave me a moment to try to gather my thoughts and figure out what had just happened.

My thoughts were interrupted by Greg’ big hands under my skirt and yanking down my panties. He then rolled me onto my back and stared at my cum soaked cunt. Finally he realized how turned on I was by all that had happened. I could almost see the thoughts churning in his mind.

“You really are a slut aren’t you? What made you the most horny? Was it playing with a stranger’s cock? Or was it the spanking that you got for doing it?”

I mumbled something about I didn’t know which one it was. While I was mumbling, Greg removed his pants and allowed his hard cock to spring free. I wasn’t too sure of what was about to happen, but I was sure that I was going to be well fucked. Greg stood in the middle of the room. “Get your whore ass off of that bed and crawl to me on your knees!” he barked. I did as I was ordered. I wasn’t sure what caused Greg to become so dominant, but I was liking it.

I crawled over to him on my knees as I was ordered. When I approached him, I tried to raise my hand to place it on his cock. Greg stopped me. “Suck me off!” The blatant way that he said that aroused me. I opened my mouth and began to lick his balls. “I said Suck me off, I didn’t tell you to lick my cocksack.” I moved my mouth to the head of his cock. I was not so sure that I wanted to do more to piss him off tonight.

I sucked Greg’ cock with all of the skill that I could find. I was trying to make sure that this was the best blow job I had ever given. I could feel his cock growing harder in my mouth. Just then, Greg took a step back and removed his throbbing seks hikayeleri dick from my mouth. “Turn your cunt to me!” Greg barked another order. I did as I was told. I was on my hands and knees. I turned my pussy to him and arched my back.

“Just look at how wet my whore’s pussy is. Your ass cheeks are still glowing red from the spanking that you earned. Finger your clit!” With that order, I moved my hand to my mound. I used two fingers, making sure that the long hooker red fingernails were covered with my cum, and began to rub my swollen clit. I nearly came, but struggled to hold on.

Greg rammed his cock into me with a force that caused my head to fall to the carpet. He fucked my cunt like a wild man. Never before had he been so rough. I could feel my muscles tighten up. I rubbed my clit harder and faster. My orgasm was building quickly and I could not stop it. Greg once again grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my face from the floor.

“Is this what you wanted from Corey tonight? Did you want him to throw you down and fuck you? Did you think that would seal the Vice President position for me? Or was it all about you wanting a strange cock in your pussy? It was all about you, my job was just an excuse for you.”

I could not hold back anymore. I gasped as wave after wave of a torrential orgasm shook my entire body. Greg slammed his cock harder and harder into my wet pussy. With each stroke, my orgasm reached new strengths.

Greg pulled his cock from my cunt and ordered me to roll over. He straddled my chest, placing his cock just above my mouth. “I am going to cum on your face. Isn’t that the way whore’s like to wear a man’s cum?”

With that I began to suck his cock head, and stroke his shaft. After just a few moments, Greg was spewing cum all over my face and into my hair.

My mind was reeling with all that had just taken place. I was not sure if Greg was still angry or not. Greg got up and slipped into his robe. “Go wash the cum off of your face. Corey will be here any minute.”

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Usual stuff, this is fiction and I’ve taken a few liberties with reality. Oh, and we’re all over eighteen.

*******
Preamble
*******

“Hi Tom, what’s up?” I looked up to see Jerry, my best friend coming over to where I was sat. We had arranged to meet, as usual, in the bar of the Newton Arms.

“Nothing much. Have a pew.” I pushed back a chair for him to sit on.

I’ve known Jerry since forever and, before we go any further, let’s get the jokes out of the way. Yes, I’m called Tom and he’s called Jerry just like… oh, for heaven’s sake, don’t think that we haven’t heard them all a thousand times by now. We grew up together and, even now, we’re still the best of friends. Now that we’ve left school we’re both enrolled at the University Of Central Lancashire in Preston. I’m doing a catering course and Jerry’s doing design. Here’s hoping that either of us will get a job at the end of it but, for the moment, that’s all a couple of years away.

When we’re not doing our college courses we tend to hang around together. We like the same music, share the same interests and, when it comes down to it, nobody understands me the way Jerry does. Mind you, part of me feels like I live in his shadow. He’s smart and sexy and bright and, unlike me, often has a girl friend. Not that I’m surprised. He’s the sort the girls go for. Mind you, none of his girlfriends seem to stick around for long. I guess he hasn’t found one he really likes.

“So, what are you doing for your hols? Are you going away with the folks?” Jerry asked after a while.

“Nah,” I replied. “I’d rather do anything than go on another holiday with Katie! She drove me scatty last year,” I replied. Katie is my little sister and, at thirteen, she’s five years younger than me and a total and complete pest.

“In that case, do you fancy a bit of fishing?”

“Fishing? I don’t mind a bit of fishing but it sounds a bit dull? We’ve fished most of the Ribble and I don’t see that as much of a holiday.”

“Not the Ribble, not anywhere around here. Let’s go to the Isle Of Arran, that’s the spot. Look, I’ve picked these up.” Jerry pulled out some glossy brochures and handed them over. “We can get a week’s rental of a cottage complete with a boat and it will cost us next to nothing, not if we split it fifty-fifty. During the day we do a bit of sea fishing, at night we hit the local pub and see what whiskies they sell. There’s even a distillery on the island.”

I flicked through the brochures. I’m not as keen on fishing as Jerry is but a week away from home, just the two of us, sounded like a lot of fun. We went through the brochures and did all the sums: cottage rental, boat hire, a bit of cash for food, a lot of cash for drink, enough petrol to get us there and back and, by the time we had finished, we’d got a pretty reasonable budget. If I leant on the old man and pointed out how much he’d be saving by not paying my air fare to the Algarve this year, then I should be able to afford it.

And so the trip that would change our lives was set. That was in March; now fast forward five months to July and picture Jerry’s battered Fiesta pulling off the ferry and onto the magic that is the Isle Of Arran.

********
Sunday
********

Thanks to the wonders of sat-nav, and the fact that Arran only has one road worthy of the name, it didn’t take too long to find Loch View cottage. We went next door and introduced ourselves to Angus McTavish, the owner, who let us in and showed us around. The brochure didn’t exactly lie but it was definitely economic with the truth and the cottage, which looked perfectly adequate in the photos, was tiny. The original building, which probably dated back to the days of Braveheart, consisted of two rooms, a living room and a bedroom, with a more recent extension tacked on the back. The extension consisted of two further rooms, one a bathroom, the other a kitchen. Even so, as Jerry put it, in the bathroom you could do three things beginning with ‘S’ without having to move and, as for the kitchen, it was a good job I wasn’t planning on cooking anything more complex than bacon and eggs. But it was the bedroom that was the killer. It was only about ten feet square and completely dominated by a king sized double bed. Yes, that’s right, one single solitary double bed.

“But… but… but I thought the cottage sleeps two,” Jerry protested. He scrabbled in his pockets and pulled out the brochure. “Look, look, it says here, sleeps two.”

“Aye, and that it does. D’ya no see that it’s a double bed? Sleeps two as snug as a bug in a rug.”

“But we’re both guys,” I chipped in.

“Don’t fret yourselves. We’re pretty broad minded here. We’ll no be minding if you want to share. Now, as I was saying, the water heater has a switch here. Don’t leave it on all day or you’ll…”

As Angus continued to explain the various appliances which, by the looks of things, he must have scrounged from the local scrap heap, Jerry and I looked askance at each other. Only one bed! Still, we were sariyer escort here now. We’d just have to work something out.

By the time we’d unpacked and settled in it was far too late to do any fishing. Even so we walked back down to the little bay and the landing stage to have another look at the eighteen foot motor boat we’d hired. It looked solid and seaworthy. They had been reluctant to let us have it at first but, fortunately, when I was fifteen, dad had pushed me to get my RYA Yachtmaster Costal certificate and that persuaded them that I knew what I was doing. Even then, Mr McTavish had gone over the safety rules time and time again and we had to promise that we wouldn’t go night fishing. Having checked out the boat without the owner looking over our shoulders, it was time to walk the couple of miles into Brodick, the local town. We’d talked about driving but neither of us was prepared to be the one who stayed sober enough to drive us back again.

Much, much later, full of fish and chips and several pints of heavy, we made our way, rather unsteadily, back to the cottage. When we got there we slumped down in the armchairs and had one last can of McEwans and, at that point, we knew we finally had to address the question of where we were going to sleep. We were both pretty sossled but neither of us wanted to be the selfish one, neither of us wanted to see our best mate sleep on the floor.

It was Jerry who broke the deadlock.

He had got to his feet and was looking around for something, anything, we could use as a spare bed. He’d got to the door of the bedroom and was leant against the door jamb, staring at the bed.

“Look,” he said wearily, “I’m completely bushed and if I don’t get my head down soonest, I’m going to pass out. What’s more, come tomorrow, I need my Captain Ahab fresh and awake so as to steer the good ship Pequod on a true course to find the great white whale…”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” I asked. “Who the fuck is Captain Ahab and what the fuck is the good ship Pequod?”

“Moby Dick, you ignorant arsehole. Captain Ahab is… oh, never mind. What I’m saying is that we both need our sleep and, if there’s only one bed then we’re going to have to share. It’s plenty wide enough. It’s about the only thing in this shack that is king size. I’ll take the left, you take the right. OK?”

I looked at him and he just shrugged. I’d run out of excuses, I too wanted to just pass out, to surrender to the beer.

“OK,” I agreed, “but bagsies first on the bog.” And, before he could move, I stood up and went into the bathroom. Why is it that, for every pint of beer you drink, you have to piss two pints away. It seemed to go on forever but, once I’d finished, I gave my face and hands a quick wipe, brushed my teeth and came back out again. Then, while Jerry was in the bathroom, I had the chance to get undressed and get under the covers. I hadn’t brought any jim-jams, I didn’t think I’d be needing any, so I kept on my boxers. I thought about a tee shirt but it was plenty warm enough so I went without.

Five minutes later Jerry appeared from the bathroom. I pretended to be asleep but, even so, he turned off the light before getting undressed. Not that it made that much difference. It really doesn’t get dark that far north, even at one in the morning. What is more, the sky was clear and the moon was full and, as the bedroom curtains were as cheap as the rest of the cottage, they let plenty of moonlight filter into the room. I peered out from between half closed eyelids and watched him take his clothes off. I wasn’t the first time I’d seen him naked, I’d often enough watched him get changed after gym at school or when we’d gone swimming at the local baths, but the dim light and the fact that we were away from home seemed to change everything. I’d never quite looked at him in that way before. He’s got a really nice body. Lean without being skinny and with a slim pair of hips. He’s quite handsome and, with his wavy shoulder length hair, it’s no wonder the girls all go for him. I tried to check out his dick. Of course, we’ve done comparisons before; as I said, we go all the way back and adolescent boys can’t help but compare but, even so, I wanted a little look. Unfortunately it was too dark and, anyway, like me, he kept on his boxers.

“Are you still awake,” he whispered as he slipped under the covers. I didn’t reply as I didn’t want to let on that I’d been watching him. He moved across until he was nearly touching me. “Good night, Captain, good night,” he breathed the words so soft I hardly heard them. And, with me wondering what that was all about, he settled down and, moments later, we were both fast asleep.

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Monday
********

I’d meant to set an alarm but I was so drunk I forgot and that meant that I didn’t wake until the sun hit my face which, after all that beer, was a bit much. It was streaming in between the flimsy strips of cloth that pretended to be curtains, letting me know that the day was fast ticking away. eskort Blinking in the bright sunlight I sat up and looked around me. I leaned out of bed to reach over to my clothes and rummaged through the pockets of my jeans until I found my mobile. It was well gone eight o’clock and, if we were to get out on the water, then we needed to get a move on. All this moving about had woken Jerry and he rolled over and opened his eyes. I think we both felt a bit shy, waking up in bed next to each other, and we exchanged glances. Still, we’d been friends for far too long to let something like this come between us.

“If we want to catch some fish we can’t lie around in bed all day,” I said.

“OK. You’re the keen one. You can have the bathroom first,” Jerry offered.

“Err… no… it’s OK, you go first,” I replied. Normally I would have jumped at the chance but, unbeknownst to Jerry, I had a classic early morning erection. My dick was as hard as iron and there was no way my boxers were going to hide it. I was never in a million years going to let him see it like that. However, as I said, Jerry is smart and he picked up on my reluctance.

“What’s up? What’s brought on this sudden burst of manners,” he asked playfully. He looked at the way that the thin duvet lay across my lap. “I know why you won’t get out of bed, you’ve got a stiffy, haven’t you, and you’re scared I’ll see it.”

“I haven’t!” I lied.

“Have!”

“Haven’t”

“I know how to prove it. Let’s have a look.” Jerry whipped back the covers and I only just managed to roll over fast enough.

“If you haven’t got a stiffy then why are you trying to hide it from me?” he said with an air of triumph. “Go on, show me.”

“No way!”

“Scaredy cat, scaredy cat,” he taunted before reaching across so as to try to roll me back towards him. I fought him off and this led to quite a bit of a struggle, all very friendly, of course, but neither of us held back much. It ended up with the pair of us falling out of the bed, landing in an ungainly heap and all tangled up in the duvet. More by luck than anything else, I was the one who ended up on top and I had his arms pinned. I looked down and it turned out I wasn’t the only one with an early morning erection. The bulge in his boxers was just as big as mine. Using my left arm to keep his arms pinned over his head I reached down with my right hand and took hold of the waist band of his boxers.

“Seems like I’m not the only one with a stiffy. Let’s have a look, shall we?” I taunted.

I gave a tug and pulled his boxers down allowing his prick to spring clear. I still had him sort of pinned down although, by now, he wasn’t fighting back so he just lay there with his prick standing proud and strong. For all that we were just mucking about I thought it looked just fine. Then this impulse just came to me and I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my fist around his prick and stroked it up and down. It felt fantastic and it wasn’t even my prick that I was rubbing. I pushed down, watching fascinated as the tip of his prick emerged from the foreskin before easing it back up again. It was as if I’d never seen one before, never played with one, despite being the proud owner of an almost identical model of my own.

And then Jerry groaned.

Oh my god! What was I doing! What would he think, that I was gay or something? I dropped his prick and squirmed away from him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…,” I mumbled incoherently as I got to my feet and made a dash for the bathroom. For a while I sat on the bog with my heart pounding. I’d been so stupid. I hadn’t meant to… I didn’t… I’m not…. Oh, I was so confused. There was a knock on the door.

“Tom, Tom, are you OK in there?”

And that’s Jerry all over. I’ve just put us in the most embarrassing situation possible and all he’s worried about is me.

“I’m fine, really, I’m fine,” I replied although, heaven knows I was anything but.

“Well, don’t take too long. I need a piss as well. I’ll put the kettle on.” He sounded completely normal.

Five minutes later I emerged with my towel wrapped around my waist. Jerry was sat in the lounge wearing just his jeans.

“Your coffee’s in the kitchen. Have you finished in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, all done thanks. About….”

“I’ll go and get my shower then,” he cut across me. It was as plain as day that he didn’t want to talk about what had happened. I guess he knew we were stuck together for a week and, making a big thing of it would only sour the holiday. It would be best forgotten, best if we never mentioned it again. I gave a sigh of relief as he closed the bathroom door behind him. I’d made a fool of myself but got away with it.

Less than an hour later we were setting of out to sea. The little boat proved to be very rugged and whilst the Honda outboard was all but antique and a little small for an eighteen footer, it started easily enough and put-putted away as we set off in search of fish.

Not that we found much or even beyoglu escort cared much. We got out on the open water, set our lines and sat back to wait. You really couldn’t have asked for better. Whether the fish were biting or not, the scenery was fantastic, there was little more than a light swell and just enough breeze to keep it feeling fresh. At some point we ate our sandwiches and washed them down with a couple of cans of McEwans from the cool box. Come five o’clock and, rather than heading home, we set a course for Brodick where we tied up in the harbour and made our way to the chippie.

Given that we still had to sail back to the cottage I didn’t want to leave it that late nor get that drunk so, at ten o’clock and with the sun just setting we made our way back along the shore line. Jerry, exhausted after a day out on the water, flopped in the bows as I sat rigid in the stern, the tiller tucked under one arm, staring into the gloom trying to keep a balance between drifting out to sea and straying dangerously close to the shore. Half an hour later we pulled into the bay, packed up our stuff and made our way back to the cottage.

We decided on a quick can of McEwans before bed but I was getting increasingly bothered about the sleeping arrangements. Jerry had been completely cool about it the previous night but that was before…. I still bushed beetroot at the recollection. What on earth had I been thinking? I wouldn’t have blamed Jerry if he had refused to share a bed with a perv like me. As ever, in the end it was Jerry who took the lead.

“I’m off to bed,” he said getting up from his armchair. “We can’t sit here all night, not while there are fish in the sea. And, by the way, it’s my turn first in the bathroom.”

Before I could move he was off to the bathroom only to emerge five minutes later and head for the bedroom. I then went into the bathroom, did my ablutions and, once I was clean and ready for bed, I followed him in to the bedroom. He had the light on and was reading but, as I entered, he put his book down and sat looking at me. Very self-consciously I took off my tee shirt, shoes and socks but, when it came to my jeans it all got a bit too much.

“Do you mind not staring,” I said rather crossly.

“What’s the problem?” he returned. “It’s not as if you’ve got anything I haven’t seen before.”

“I don’t like it,” I replied.

“So, let’s see if I’ve got this straight. This morning you grab my prick and we’re just a couple of lads mucking about. This evening I fail to avert my eyes and you’re all shy and everything. Where’s the sense in that?”

“But I didn’t mean to….”

“Bollocks, didn’t mean to,” he laughed. “You went straight for it, as soon as you had the chance.”

“I didn’t, honest I didn’t,” I replied. Why couldn’t he let things drop.

“OK. If you say so. Now, if I turn and face the other way, will you stop pissing about and get into bed?” Rather dramatically, he turned away from me and, as he did so, I slid down my jeans, folded them up, put them on the chair and slipped in under the covers.

“Is it safe to come out now?” he asked.

“It’s safe,” I replied wearily. “I wish you wouldn’t make such a big deal out of this.”

He rolled over so that we were facing each other with only a small gap between us.

“As far as I’m concerned you’re the one making a big deal out of it,” he said. “And, while we’re at it, you’ve left the light on; I suppose I’ve got to get out of bed and switch it off?”

“I thought you were reading but, if you’re finished, then, yes, please.”

Jerry slipped out of bed and I was thunderstruck. He wasn’t wearing any boxers and was completely naked. He switched off the light but, once again, a combination of the full moon outside and the useless curtains meant that he might as well not have bothered. If anything he looked better in the half light and, as he turned back to the bed, he must have seen my expression.

“Do you like what you see?” He struck a pose, pushing his hip out so that his prick waved about.

“Just get into bed,” I replied crossly, “and stop mucking about.”

He slipped back under the covers and, once again rolled towards me. I scooted back a bit.

“I’m sorry,” he started. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just having a bit of fun. Does it really bother you that I’m naked?”

“Yes… no… I don’t know. It’s just that….” I really didn’t know how to put my confusion into words. Yes, it bothered me lots that, bare centimetres away, he was lying there naked. What I couldn’t explain was why it was bothering me. He seemed so cool about it whereas it was doing my head in.

“I guess it’s just my way of saying I’m OK with you grabbing my knob this morning. Seriously. Chill. It’s cool. And just because I’m not wearing my boxers it doesn’t mean that I’m going to jump your bones or do anything you don’t want me to.”

For a while we just lay there and stared at each other. In a way he was right. I was me, not him, who was uptight but I couldn’t get out of my mind the fact that his prick was right there, only a few centimetres away, and he wasn’t wearing any boxers. It shouldn’t have mattered but it really did. My heart was pounding but, for the life of me, I couldn’t say exactly why.

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She sat behind her heavy wooden desk and sorted through some papers, thinking about how her job as a librarian at the local university could be a little dull. She was one of the younger employees and often got stuck working the later shifts. In a way it was nice because of the quiet but it could get awfully lonely. She spent a lot of time daydreaming and sometimes tucked an erotic novel inside of a reference text — a secret guilty pleasure of hers. She longed to be fucked like the women in her books, for a man that would satisfy all of her fantasies.

On this particular evening she was imagining just that when she was startled back into reality by the sound of the library door banging open. She was surprised. Not too many students came in so late. Must be someone doing a paper or studying last minute. The student walked into her line of sight and her eyes widened behind her dark, plastic frame glasses. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and eyes. Just like the men in her favorite books.

She watched him sit down at one of the nearby tables and bit her lip as she thought about what it might be like to seduce him. Her nipples hardened underneath the white blouse she wore and she grew wet. She knew thinking about a student like this was wrong, but it had been so long since she had felt a man’s touch…

* * * * * * * *

He pretended not to stare at her while he spread his books and papers out on the table in front of him. He had always had a fantasy about being seduced by a hot librarian. She didn’t know it, but he often came to the library in the evening just to see her in her tight skirt and glasses, reading a reference book. He thought about pulling her down behind the stacks and fucking her until she was forced to break the silence of the library atmosphere with her moans of pleasure.

He was much too shy to try and bring this fantasy to life. He convinced himself that there was no way anything could ever happen with her. He snuck another quick glance at her. She was now leaning escort fatih against her desk, her long legs ending in sexy black stiletto heels. She had the tip of the arm of her glasses in her mouth, clearly pondering something. He felt himself blush as he imagined his hard cock in her mouth instead. What he wouldn’t give to fuck her…

* * * * * * * *

She had to do something. She saw him staring at her and she knew he wanted her, too. She took a deep breath and walked over to him, staring into his intense dark eyes.

“Is there anything I can help you with this evening?” she asked.

He looked at her longingly and she drew her breath in sharply. He was so hot.

“Well,” he replied, “I’m doing a paper for my Human Sexuality course and I need some books to start my introduction.”

Oh, this is too good to be true, she thought, I can give him all kinds of lessons in that.

“Sure thing. I’ll be right back with everything you’ll need,” she said. She felt his eyes on her ass as she walked away and grinned. She wouldn’t be lonely tonight…

* * * * * * * *

Her ass looked incredible in that skirt. He was pretty impressed that he had come up with the line about a human sexuality paper. Hopefully she was enough of a slut to take the bait and make his fantasy come true. He watched as she climbed the ladder to get his books. He was at the perfect angle to see up her skirt. She was wearing a hot pink thong and he couldn’t help but imagine ripping it off of her. She came down off the ladder and sat down beside him.

“You look like you could use a few lessons. Why don’t I help out?”

He somehow managed to get out, “Sure. Thanks.”

She layed one of the books out in front of him and leaned over to point something out, her breasts trailing over his arm. He could feel how hard her nipples were through her thin shirt as they grazed his skin. He blushed again as he thought about all of the things she could do to him.

“It’s pretty hard to do a paper escort istanbul about human sexuality unless you do a little…hands on research,” said said, barely above a whisper. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, inviting him to grope her. He glanced around — no one there but the two of them. This was his fantasy come to life and there was no way he was going to miss out on fucking this horny slut. He grabbed her beautiful tits as his lips found her neck. She moaned in ecstasy as he lightly bit her and ran his teeth along the bottom of her earlobe. He felt her body shiver as he put his fingers through her long brown hair.

* * * * * * * *

This guy was shy but he sure knew what he was doing. She was so wet from him and he was just kissing her. She needed him. She had to kick things up a notch. She wanted him to fuck her, and fuck her raw. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard as her hand reached for his zipper. He moaned into her mouth as she pulled out his big, throbbing cock. She stroked it a few times before winking at him mischievously. She got down on the floor on her knees and wrapped her lips around the length of him…

* * * * * * * *

He could not believe what was going on. Her mouth was warm and wet, expertly gliding over his dick with just the right amount of pressure. She was doing some amazing move with her tongue, swirling it around the swollen tip in figure eight motions. If she kept this up much longer, she’d push him over the edge…

* * * * * * * *

He moaned loudly, making her even hotter and hornier. She loved when a man let her know how much he was enjoying what she was doing to him. She sensed he was getting close and that just wouldn’t do. She needed to be fucked. She reluctantly pulled her lips off of his gorgeous cock and smiled. He looked absolutely tortured and desperate to fuck her and it turned her on so much. She swept the books and papers off of the table and hopped up on it.

* * * * * * * *

He escort bayan taksim watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her hot pink bra, which barely contained her tits. She slowly stripped off her panties and he couldn’t help but stare at this sexy librarian sitting in front of him in nothing but a bra and a short skirt, practically begging for him to screw her. He quickly shed his clothing and moved eagerly towards her.

“I want to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget,” she whispered. She grabbed him and pushed him down on the table and pulled up her skirt. She climbed on top of him and held herself above his rock hard cock. She had amazing self-control even when she needed to be fucked as badly as she did right now. She lowered herself onto him, letting just the tip inside her warm, tight wetness. He grunted hard and tried to thrust deeper into her but she was determined to tease him for just a little longer. She continued to rock slowly as he grabbed her ass, trying to pull her closer. A little more and she couldn’t maintain her control anymore. She came down hard on his cock as they both groaned with pleasure. He filled her up completely again and again as she moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles…

* * * * * * * *

He flipped her over. She resisted him but ultimately he won; she was too weak with pleasure to put up much of a fight. He continued to pump her until she finally exploded in orgasm. Her screams pushed him even closer to the point of no return.

“Where do you want me to cum, you dirty whore?” he growled, biting her neck.

“On my face,” she answered.

He looked at her in shock. He’d never been with a woman who had offered to do that. Well, far be it from him to turn down the opportunity to try something new and totally hot. She moaned for him and squeezed her pussy around his cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled out of her and she got into position as he continued to stroke himself.

She lowered her glasses on her nose and begged him to cum for her. He moaned deeply and she licked her lips as he sprayed her face and glasses with hot jizz.

When they had both recovered from their hot fuck in the library, he asked,

“How was that?”

She smiled and said, “A+”

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