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It had been such a long day, full of wonderful and overwhelming things. Thix was honestly grateful that Gerard had cut their dinner short. She was doubly happy he’d brought the bottle of sweet wine and ‘dessert’ with them back to their room.

They sat together at a little table that Gerard had moved in front of the window, looking out onto the streets below. The various establishments cast pools of golden light out onto the street, and there were still many people going about their business.

Lamplight swaying from the sides of carriages made a procession of embers across the roads. Thix sipped at the pink wine, delighting in the way the bubbles danced upon her tongue, and at Gerard’s urging tried the oddly shiny and jiggly thing that they’d taken back to their rooms. He called it a ‘creme-au-caramel’. It was light, cool, sweet, and almost seemed to melt in her mouth. It was perfect. Comforting and refreshing at the same time. The sweet wine and crème-au-caramel seemed to perfectly accent the settling of night.

Thix treasured the silence. The welcome darkness. The warmth given off by the softly crackling fire. Gerard watched her from his seat, resting his chin in his hand with a fond smile. Occasionally bringing his own glass of wine to his lips in delicate mouthfuls.

“How is it?”

“I don’t have the right words. Very good, Gerard. Very good.”

It felt wrong to eat it quickly. This ‘dessert’ was for savoring.

“I’m happy.” Gerard murmured.

Thix tilted her head with her mouth still closed around another spoonful of the soft custard.

“It brings me joy, to see you like this. You were very brave today, thank you.”

She found herself sucking ponderously on the spoon while trying to think of a good way to respond. Once more, that familiar coldness began to creep in. He hadn’t meant anything bad with his words, still…

“How can I not be? When you give me so much? You do so much for me. I don’t know what I can give in equal return… it is not fair.”

“Thix…”

Gerard’s voice was quiet, but there was an edge of reproach in it. He sighed, running his hand through his blond hair in agitation. Oh no. She’d upset him again. How did she do it now? He took another long swallow of his drink before setting it aside on the table, eyes staring at the finely kept wood in thought.

“I don’t want repayment. Your… debt, fine. That is between you and your god. Everything else is only because I want to. I like it. I do not expect, or want something in… trade. Do you understand?”

It made her feel worse. It sounded so… so… well there really wasn’t an appropriate term in her language for it. Honorable perhaps. Gerard at least seemed to notice her distress and shook his head with a wry smile. He got up out of his seat and came around to stand over her, having to lean forward to get to her eye level. Gerard rested one hand on the back of her chair for support, and Thix struggled to keep from inhaling his pleasing fragrances. He was so… so close. Thix almost felt herself mesmerized by the intimacy of his eyes delving into hers, and the smallest changes in his expression. Like ripples on a pond.

“Alright. I’ll teach you.”

Thix felt herself twisting in her chair, trapped, her breath coming in shallower as she looked back into his gray eyes unable to tear herself away.

“Teach me what?”

“How to receive good things. Now, close your eyes and tell me what you’re thankful for, and that will be the end of it. Think about it, speak it, and then let it go. Understand?”

Ugh, it was just so embarrassing. It felt childish, like some weird game. Even so, Thix couldn’t bring herself to protest. So, she did as he said and shut her eyes. It only made her more aware of everything else. The hushed sound of the fire, the heat of the room, the snugness of her clothes, and Gerard’s presence so close that all she had to do was reach out for him.

“Does it have to be one thing?”

“No.”

Why was it so damned hard to think of anything?! Not like she hadn’t been dwelling on him throughout the entire day. Thix began kicking her legs back and forth in frustration, but managed to stop herself after a moment. All she had to do was say the words. She could do that.

“Fine. Thank you for feeding me.”

There was a brief silence, before Gerard pressed his lips against her cheek. Thix felt her breath catch in her throat, her body quivering with tension as he lingered there for an incredibly pleasant couple of seconds before doing the same to the other cheek. Her face rushed with blood to the point it was positively throbbing and she found herself unable to work her slack mouth, even if she’d had thoughts in her head to give voice.

Thix was finally able to exhale once Gerard retreated, but soon after let out a stifled yelp of shock as she felt Gerard place another tender kiss right on the curve of her stomach. Even through the fabric of her dress she could feel the contours of his mouth against her skin.

“My escort elit pleasure.”

His voice came out in low purr that made Thix feel like she’d fallen off a cliff. It took her a moment to realize that she’d instinctively set her heels behind the legs of the chair to keep from spilling out of it.

“Anything more?”

She took in one deep breath, then another. Her mind growing hazy as she sought the right words.

“Thank you for, um, for buying me nice clothes?”

Thix was unable to suppress the whimper of alarm as she felt him press his lips to one of her knees, then the other. Then higher… a trail of unhurried and indulgent kisses tortuously kept from her by her clothes.

Upward along her hips, up her waist. Her chest heaved up and down in great bellows and once again froze when she felt his hot breath upon the bare skin of her chest. Only he continued past and placed more kisses along the collar of the fabric, up to her shoulder, until finally he was close enough to whisper in her ear.

“My pleasure.”

He didn’t do anything then. Didn’t move away. Didn’t touch her. Didn’t offer her any more of those blessed gifts upon her person. Her mouth was so dry, and her muscles began to ache but she didn’t dare break the spell.

“Th-thank you, for today, for fixing my hair, and hands, and- uh!”

Gerard took one hand in both of his, and graced her knuckles, then the back of her wrist, and up her arm with more slow moist kisses. Thix couldn’t do it anymore, she allowed herself a feeble moan and yielded, going loose in his hold. Enjoying the strange affection as he switched to her other hand and kept traveling upward, until he was leaving soft pecks once again upon her cheeks, and then finally a lingering grace upon her forehead.

“My pleasure, Thix.”

Thix tried to etch the silken wetness of Gerard’s lips against her flesh deep into her memory. She felt almost faint, adrift in a haze of darkness. It was so nice though. She didn’t mind the confusion, or the dizziness. Thix felt the beginning of moisture at the corners of her eyes, but none of the turmoil of her past tears. Only peace.

“Thank you for…for…”

She couldn’t think of anything. Well, no, that was wrong. The sheer enormity of her appreciation rendered her incapable of expressing it in any way that didn’t feel horribly insufficient.

Thank you for giving me my life back. My real life. My joy, and sorrow, and excitement, and fear. Everything.

It didn’t matter. It all faded away in an instant.

Gerard pressed his lips against hers. So soft, so sweet, and ever so gentle. Her heart began to beat like a drum, her spine went weak and wobbly, and Thix in a panic reached out to get a grip on him. Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his coat as she felt herself falling. She needn’t have feared, Gerard was holding her upright with one arm upon her back. His fingers idly caressing the back of her neck. It went on for a long, wonderful time. Slow caresses with his mouth against hers, idly exploring her lips, until it became too much and she nudged him away.

“Gerard… I…”

“Sorry. Too much?”

Thix opened her eyes again, finding herself smiling dopily at the unsure look on his face. He was really such a weird looking thing, but still handsome. Human. There were times she sort of forgot.

“No. No… I… more. It’s just… not, um…”

Thix almost wanted to slap herself in an effort to regain her senses, but that would definitely have ruined the mood. She was afraid she might have already done that.

“Want to be more… maybe we move to bed? It will be easier, yes? Must be difficult for you like this, and I worry I will fall from the chair.”

Her voice became quieter until she was nearly mumbling the words, Thix’s gaze flitting around the room so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. She was making a mess of such a nice moment. Thix did let out a squeak then as Gerard suddenly lifted her from the chair with one arm under her knees, and the other supporting her back. She looked up at his amused face, wondering just how small and light she must seem to him as he carried her all the way to the gigantic bed and set her down. Mmm, wow. So much had been occupying her attention that day that she hadn’t really noticed just how soft the mattress really was, the material supporting her as much as it yielded. Not anything like wool covered straw.

She didn’t even have a moment to gather her wits before Gerard renewed his attentions, her eyes fluttering in a half-lidded stupor that made everything fuzzy. His mouth caressing and pressing against hers, then her cheeks, then down her jaw. His breath came hot against the vulnerable underside of her neck, his lips parting and the barest trace of his wet tongue leaving moist spots upon her skin. Meanwhile he was lifting one leg into the air and undoing the buckles of her shoe. First one, and then doing the same with other before dropping escort moldov them to the floor with muffled ‘thuds’.

Yes, this was better. Thix could relax, allow herself to surrender to the overwhelming new sensations Gerard was inflicting upon her. She felt the mattress depress under Gerard’s weight as he put his knee upon the bed, holding himself up with one arm. With his free hand he cupped her face, the entirety of one large palm filling it with pleasant heat.

“More?” Gerard asked in a throaty murmur.

Thix could only nod, not trusting herself for speech. His mouth locked to hers, exploring. A long shiver ran through her spine as a hot wetness traced her bottom lip before seeking entry.

She had all of an instant to realize that he wanted to put his tongue inside her mouth, and almost turned away from him in shock. It was so weird! It was Gerard though, and shouldn’t she at least try it?

Thix loosened her jaw, allowing him inside, her arms flailing until they found a grip on his arms and latched on.

It was so strange, so personal. He tasted of the sweet bubbly wine, and the ‘crème au-caramel’.

His tongue met hers in a coaxing dance, hot and slippery, caressing her in such a uniquely intimate way. At last, Thix sought to return his attention. Her whole world became the entwining of their mouths and tongues. When Gerard moaned, low and rumbling, it vibrated through her head and into her soul so that she moaned in kind. What words did they need when they could speak just like this? Oh yes, she could get used to this kind of kissing.

“Ah!”

Gerard disengaged himself, abruptly. Thix’s eyes snapped open to witness the expression of discomfort and felt herself chill at the sight.

“Gerard? You well?”

He chuckled softly before answering.

“Your teeth are sharp.”

Oh no. Oh no! He must have read her expression because Gerard laughed even more and smiled with a playful grin.

“No trouble. I’ll just be more careful. Slower.”

He didn’t give her a moment more to worry before invading her again. Thix did her best to assist and opened her jaws wider so that her teeth wouldn’t get in the way, quickly forgetting the moment of awkwardness. Gerard was more careful, though it only felt unhurried. He began to run his fingers loving through her hair, his other arm tiring caused Gerard to rest more of himself upon her. She didn’t know how to describe the sensation of his weight pressing her into the bed. It wasn’t bad… not at all.

Each breath caused her breasts to squish up against the top of his firm chest, and soon enough Thix began to take advantage of the closeness by rolling her hips upward, groaning luxuriantly into Gerard’s mouth at the satisfying pressure of his body against her mound. In time, Gerard pulled away once more, chest heaving with breath as he held himself above her.

This was it. Tonight must be the night. She would take him otherwise. Clearly, Gerard thought the same. It was in his eyes. Slowly, Gerard sat back upright. She realized he’d been half bent over her the whole time, poor thing and his odd height.

“I would like to undress you. Is that alright?”

“You need to ask? Oui. Yes. Please.”

Gerard flashed his pretty teeth at her and to her surprise took one of her hands and lifted her upright and off the bed. Thix was more than a bit unsteady with her feet back on solid ground, but Gerard was patient in leading her… over to the mirror. The various differences between them had never been so stark.

Thix’s garnet eyes stared wide at the pair they made. Her head coming to just about the height of his stomach, her longer pointed ears trembling slightly. She was chubby, and squat, and short of limb. Gerard in contrast was so lean, and firm, and once again she thought of trees. Powerful, majestic, but at ease.

Gerard got onto his knees behind her, so that they were more of a height. His eyes catching hers in the perfect pool of the mirror.

“You are so beautiful.”

Thix watched her face flush, and twist into shyness. How did he always have words to counter the thoughts in her head? If she didn’t know better, she would have thought he could read her mind. Thix was distracted soon enough by his hands on her waist, large and warm as they drifted delightfully onto her hips and then lower until his touch was upon her bare thighs. Slowly he slid his palms upward again, beneath her dress, hooking the red fabric behind his thumbs as he did.

Thix watched mesmerized as her scant human undergarments were revealed, the thin cream fabric darkened by her pubic hair and a small spot of moisture from her arousal. It did as she thought, drawing the attention between her legs, and even to the shape of her thighs and the curvy sides of her bottom.

The dress rose further, past her stomach, and quickly over her chest before it was lifted up over her head and laid aside. Gerard knelt behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder. escort vip His eyes roamed over Thix’s body from the mirror, allowing her to see the hunger there.

“It’s different now, like this. I’ve seen you, but not truly seen you. I’ve touched you, but I…”

He ran his fingers down her shoulder, across her ribs, down her abdomen and across to the underside of her stomach where it jutted out above the hem of the flimsy garment. Thix shivered as he plucked lazily at the string, tracing it to where it was tied together upon her hip.

“I’ve waited…”

A slow pull, and a sudden give. The underwear only half fell, folding over itself, revealing the full tuft of Thix’s garden of dark hairs from beneath. The rest was still held in place by the other knot. Pull. Give. The cloth fell to the floor and Thix let out a soft noise at the sight of her nakedness so intimately on display for him. Her legs shook in the effort to hold her upright. Gerard was right. It was different.

Gerard stared rapt as he ran his fingers through the length of her hairs. Catching and very delicately pulling between his thumb and forefinger. Not anywhere near enough to hurt, just enough for Thix to feel the pressure on the mound of her sex and to let out a desperate moan. Her hips rising and following the motion.

He let go, placing a kiss upon the side of her neck, before raising his attentions upward. With one thumb he tugged at the front of the ‘brasserie’, allowing Thix to become aware of the unfamiliar way her breasts were being cupped and supported. She felt his other hand behind her back, deftly pinching and undoing the metal hooks that had given her such trouble at first. It fell away too. Thix let loose a held breath, looking herself over in dazed fascination at the unbound heft and sway of her breasts, at her even darker green nipples a little larger than coins.

Thix didn’t protest as Gerard took each of her tits in his hands. He was as gentle with them as he was with the rest of her and the heat of Gerard’s skin warming her felt nice. She leaned back into him, thrusting her chest forwards and upward invitingly. She enjoyed the sight as much as the sensation of him gently massaging the two heavy globes.

“Mmm… you like them?”

“Oui, beaucoup. Very much.”

“I want to see you too.”

Gerard grinned playfully and placed another peck upon her cheek from behind.

“Soon. Turn to the side first.”

This was so odd, but she couldn’t say it wasn’t fun, and exciting. She did as she was told, turning her head and keeping her gaze askance to look at the both of them through the mirror.

The doubts she’d harbored about their differences were fading fast at the look of awed desire on Gerard’s face. Thix found herself grinning.

“What is it that pleases you? Truly?”

Thix was distracted by the sudden handful of her bottom Gerard had taken, and then way his pale fingers sank into the plush flesh of one cheek. It felt good to be… grabbed like that, and she made sure to let him know it by pushing her hips further into his grasp. The sensation of moist slickness between her thighs and clinging to her hairs further stoking the fire in her belly. That terrible, wonderful wanting.

“My Ruvic isn’t good enough.”

Gerard almost seemed to be measuring her generous figure with his hands and eyes. Enough. It was a nice boost to her self-regard, but Thix had other things on her mind. She turned her gaze away from the mirror and over to Gerard. He was still kneeling. Good. That was convenient.

Before he was able to rid himself of that quizzical expression, Thix took his face in her hands and returned the favor from earlier. Kissing him deeply, thrusting her tongue inside as she ran her thumbs along the light stubble of his cheeks. She made sure to be careful with her teeth. His hold settled upon her. One hand lightly upon her shoulder, the other kneading a handful of her bottom. It might have been another minute or more before Thix pulled back with a happy sigh. Her eyes raked up and down his trim figure.

“Now I undress you. That is fair, is it not?”

She didn’t bother waiting for an answer, bending forward to grab the hem of his shirt and lifting it smoothly over Gerard’s head. Yes. Oh yes. She dragged her pretty new nails across the muscles of his collar and shoulders, then across his chest. No more waiting. No more limits.

“Thix…”

Nope. No more distractions. He was hers now. All of her would be his soon enough, probably without any chance of retaking the lead.

Gerard gasped when she began doing as he had with his mouth, but a little more dangerously. Just a bit of sweet vengeance. Her affectionate pecks across his lips and cheeks drifting lower, savoring the slightly salty quality of his skin. Dragging the sharpness of her teeth across the underside of his neck just enough to make him shudder.

Mmm, she could savor more of him back in bed. Right now… Thix’s garnet stare wandered down the trail of light golden hairs around his navel and the way they disappeared beneath the hem of those handsome, but at the moment troublesome, black trousers.

“Get them off. I want to see you in the light.”

Gerard laughed richly, and roughly above her ears.

“You’re being bold.”

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* Sorry it took so long! Things have been a bit spicy in 2021!

Throwing my coat back to me, Shayla walked over to the dark wooden dresser, rummaging around until she found a pair of red silken panties, stopping there to put them on. She stood clumsily on one leg, then shifting to the other, sliding them over her hips. I sat down on the unmade bed, watching as she stalked to the open door of the closet. Reaching in, she pulled out a pair of tight black leggings, then ripping down a red camisole from a wire hanger.

I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone, shifting through the images of the street below, provided by the surveillance cameras. I had already linked into the prior to my encounter with Shayla, keeping them at the ready in case she had managed to slip past me. She continued to dress as I stared into the screen.

“You’ve been staying here? That’s not very smart. Pretty obvious place to search for you.” I told her, lifting my eyebrow. “Not very good with the whole cloak and dagger thing, huh?”

“No, I’m not staying here, I just so happened to stash the glass here, because I had a spare key. To be honest, I don’t even think Kesuna knew I had been here. I actually came down here to secure a deal, not sell the glass. I didn’t have a buyer yet, and now thanks to you, I still don’t-because I’ve missed the meeting.” Her hand dropped, slapping her thigh in frustration. “Sal was supposed to arrange this meeting with these guys, and I was going to get rid of it and leave.”

I laughed. “Sal was going to arrange it? I’m amazed they haven’t caught you already.” I rolled my eyes. “On a serious note, we’ve already been here too long. It’s a miracle someone didn’t come up and catch us in the stairway. They definitely heard us.” I gave her a naughty half-smile, which faded just as quickly.

“Someone has to be close on your tail. You have left a shit ton of digital footprints. I found you by tracing your cred. Stick activity in the area and used that info in tandem with the traffic surveillance cameras. I knew you were somewhere in this building because I saw you enter. There were no Crowstrikes listed on any land deeds, or apartment leases, so I didn’t actually know your sister lived here. By the way-all of this was super easy info to obtain, took me like, sixteen minuets of light reading. Couple of keystrokes here and there. The longest part was watching the cameras for traces of you. It-would not be overly difficult for another officer to do the same.”

She looked stunned, like I had slapped her in the face. As she pulled the cami over her head, she said:

“That’s because they aren’t Crowstrikes. Sal’s last name is Whitehead. Kesunas is Goodtree. Sal Is my father’s half-brother, and Kesuna is my half-sister.”

“Oh.” I said, indifferently. “I didn’t ask- hey, you dressed yet? We really need to get out of here. Make sure you grab a hat, something you can pull down to cover your face. You’re going to have to do exactly what I tell you too.” I gave her a stern look. “I really…can’t be seen with you.”

“Ok! Whatever.” She said sullenly.

“Ok. You’re going to leave this building by yourself and pull that cap over your face as best you can when you hit the street.” She started to interrupt me, but I help up a finger to silence her.

“There’s going to be police out there, because of the bar fight. But! They don’t know anything about you, so just act natural and you’ll get past them fine. If they ask you anything, answer them. Make up something about the fight and don’t be weird about it. Your goal is to get away from them quickly. Turn immediately right and walk up the street six blocks to the light rail. I’ll meet you there.”

“You’re not going to meet me there. You’re going to disappear with that data.” She accused, a pined look in her eyes.

“You’ve got to get over this trust issue crap. I’ll be there.” I stood up from the bed, stalking across the room to where she stood waiting.

“You are…not the most trustworthy, Isaiah.”

I put my hands on hers, pulling her towards me, bending to meet her lips as she drew near. “Do not leave!” I pointed my finger at her as I pulled away. “I’ve got something to take care of. It won’t take me long. And don’t talk to anyone.” I admonished.

I followed her out into the living room, where she stopped before the door and turned to me. “Are you sure about this?” the worry in her eyes was evident.

A half smile slithered its way across my face. “Don’t worry girl. This is my favorite game. Go now-and quit tripping. I’ll be there.”

One last lingering glance and she was out the door. I waited only a few seconds after she had disappeared into the rickety elevator at the opposite end of the hall. Stepping out, I again used my phone to check the cameras, setting on the one that viewed the front entrance of the building. Making sure the bottom latch of the door to the apartment was locked, I pulled it closed behind me. I used the emergency stairs, watching the escort bayan bahçelievler conflagration out in the street.

Dirty Sal was talking to the police, waving his arms about crazily, the front of his bright orange button down covered in a thick swatch of blood. I chuckled when I remembered that chair smashing him in his face. Sal was angled toward the entrance as he ranted, so I decided to find a back door to exit. I found one, at the bottom of the stairwell, and cut the wire that would activate the alarm.

The trash strewn alley’s stench struck me when I flung the door outwards. My nose curled in disgust, as my foot splashed through a puddle just outside the door. Considering my next move, I realized that the only way out of the alley was either back up the fire escape or the street where Sal was still conferring with the officers. Sneaking up to the corner, I peeked around it quickly.

Aside from Sal, multiple people were being questioned or detained. There were a few ambulances here, their orange and white lights illuminating the night.

“Damn it!” I didn’t want to sit here in piss alley forever, waiting for these dorks to leave!

I risked another quick peek out, still seeing pretty much the same scene. I shook my head, frustrated. I wasn’t going to be able to deal with this little problem until I could get out of here! I should have planned an escape route. In fact, winging this had been a terrible idea all around. Damn, it was almost embarrassing, I mean-I thought I was better than that…

I pulled my phone back out and search them for Shayla. She was still about four blocks away from the train platform, walking with her hands clutched nervously in front of her. Her head was held low, making it hard for the camera to get a look at her face.

A small group of friends were allowed to leave and began heading in the direction of the wall I hid behind. Keeping my head down as low as possible, I stepped quickly from the alley. Using the group as cover, I walked quickly up the street towards the train station. Other than those I had just stepped in front of, no one said anything indicating I had been detected. Reaching the streetlight at the corner I turned right, heading down the street, looking for another side street I might be able to duck into. Finding none, I continued quickly onwards, turning left again at the next light, heading east towards the station.

Down the next block, I found an alley that ran through to the other side. Red and white taillights glinted as they passed on the street beyond. It was quite dark, as there didn’t seem to be many lights on the buildings that surrounded it. The recent rains left puddles all over the street for me to trudge through, sticky newspapers clinging to my boots like paper machete. There were a few dumpsters here, their rotting contents permeating the air with their stench. My nose wrinkled as I passed them, noticing the torn-up shoes of a napping, bedraggled drunk between them. I tapped one of the dumpsters as I walked past, assessing weather or not he could be woken easily. I watched him for a few moments, and his chest rose and fell in the same rhythm, oblivious that someone was near.

Walking a little further down the sopping blacktop, I settled on a spot that seemed as good as any. A twisted smile spread across my lips.

“You can come out now, Dez. I know you’re there.” I said blandly, halting in the center of the alley. I slipped one of my knives from the inner part of my coat as stealthily as possible, concealing it up my right sleeve.

“How?”

I turned to face him, slowly. “It’s me, Dez. Do you know who you’re talking too?”

He bore the same uniform as I did, military intelligence, just decorated with a lower rank. He also appeared to be by himself.

“Yeah. A traitor. I know about the classified files you sold to Chancellor Alefret. I also found the transfers, and the offshore bank account you opened in Ashax. Not as good as you thought you were, huh?” He sneered, raising his eyebrow.

“Ok, so? You trying to bribe me, or something? Maybe let you in on the gig?” I laughed at him.

“No. I’m here to bring you in to answer for your crimes.”

“By yourself?” I asked, incredulous.

He shrugged. “You can come peacefully, or we can do it the hard way.” He threatened.

“Ohhh, really.” I challenged. “Sounds like we have a bad ass here.”

He took a quick step towards me, immediately met by the pistol I pulled out of my coat.

“Give me that gun.” He demanded, extending his hand out towards me.

“Come take it from me.” I raised my eyebrows, giving him a cocky grin.

He raised his arm, higher. “Come on. Last chance, Isaiah. Hand it over.”

I started to pull the hammer back, but as I did, I felt a strong pull on the weapon. I gripped it as tightly as I could, attempting to win the invisible tug of war. The speed with which it left my hand stung, and I felt my jaw escort bayan kayaşehir drop in astonishment.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, watching the firearm land in his hand. His sudden use of powers had truly surprised me.

Whipping the pistol around, he pointed it at me. “I’ll shoot you with your own gun.” He smirked, delighted with himself.

“Alright, Hazebreaker, I guess you win then.” I snapped. “I’ll go.”

“I’m going to put these hand cuffs on you, I strongly suggest not moving. I’ll put one between your eyes.” He threatened. He pulled the silver restraints from his inner pocket.

He approached cautiously as we stared each other down. “Give me your hand.”

I did as he told me, extending my left wrist to him, but not so far that he was out of my arm’s length. The metal rim of the cuff was ice cold, almost a shock as he wrapped it around my wrist so tightly it bit in.

He seemed wholly preoccupied; his gold eyes cast downwards on the task. I took that opportunity to stab him right in his throat with the knife I had been concealing in my right hand. The blade went through the skin effortlessly, blood gushing from the wound like a fountain.

Eyes wide with shock, Dez stumbled back into the putrid dumpster, hands flying up to his throat in an attempt to catch the flowing liquid. Blood washed over the front of his white-silver uniform. Small items all around him began to levitate as he struggled to fill his lungs with air. The dumpster itself began to rise, before falling back to the dirty blacktop with a loud thud. Our eyes met, his lips gaping like a fish as sought to speak, no words able to form in his severed throat. His knees buckled as he fell backwards into the bin, slowly sliding to the damp pavement.

I watched, fascinated as his lifeblood ran like a river. “I wish I had telekinesis. That would have been cool.” I bent over and wiped my blade clean on his coat, chuckling as he flinched away from me.

“I’d give you some advice on how to do it better next time, but.” I motioned down at him. I knelt down, staring into his eyes, watching the light leave them as his gaze set forever. Things were falling into place rather well. When they found his body, they would assume he was also the person who had started shit in Sal’s bar. Damn, what luck!

I’m going to have to spend some time cleaning up the street cams storage banks. I thought to myself as I looked at his body. I was going to need to find out exactly what Dez had known about my recent activities, and more importantly, if he had told anyone else. Hopefully not, if he did, it might take some time to flesh them out. Then again, maybe not. I mean, the idiot did try to arrest me by himself. I kicked at his coat, seeing if I could find a weight that would indicate a wallet. I also needed a key to these hand cuffs, having the one dangling from my wrist was rather annoying. Trying not to touch him too much, I searched until I found them, storing the wallet in my pocket until I could dispose of it later. I used the tiny silver key to unlock them, stuffing both items into my pocket.

A shuffling noise behind me startled me, and I whipped around to see the sleeping man shift between the bins in his sleep. I had actually forgotten he was there.

“Better be asleep, old man. I’ll make you scream.” I pulled my knife back out, holding it so he would see it if he were awake.

Seeing no visible reaction to my words, I put my knife away and shrugged. Turning and walking away from them, to the other end of the lane, I noticed there weren’t many people out on the street right now. Most of those who were, had clustered around the outdoor tables of the café on the corner. The smell of fresh brewed coffee drifted over to me on the wind.

I continued to wind my way through the thinning midnight streets, towards the light rail platforms, searching for an atm. I found one half a block up, outside of a small bank. Keeping out of view of the front facing camera, I reached into my coat and pulled out a sheet of stamps. Peeling one of the from the glossy page I placed it over the eye of the lens of the camera that faced the user.

Taking Dezs’ wallet from my pocket, I found his Cred stick. Retrieving my phone from the other, I pulled a long cord paired with a shorter cord, with small device from the inner pocket. I hooked them all together, finding the jack on the atm and plugging them all in. I inserted the card into the reader, turning on the numbers program that generated passcodes with incredible speed. After about 20 seconds, the code had been deciphered and the main menu popped up. Grinning, I selected the option to withdraw cash, observing the five hundred Skrim limit. I kept pushing it until it locked me out, three thousand Skrim later. And now, it looked like someone robbed Dez and stabbed him in the throat after the bar escapade. This was perfect, shit I couldn’t have planned it out better! Maybe winging it wasn’t so bad, escort türbanlı after all.

Not bad, not bad. I thought it would shut me out around fifteen hundred so hey, no complaints. Now I had some cash for train tickets. And whatever else I wanted. The rest of the walk to the station passed without incident other that a light rain that started right before I reached the platforms. A few druggies sat by one of the glass stations panels, smoking dope from a half of a broken light bulb with a plastic straw.

“Hey brother!” One of them spouted off, suddenly. “Spare any change?”

“Yeah, man. Whatever.” I said, grabbing an uncounted wad of bills from my pocket, I threw it down at them.

“Wow! Thanks man!” They said, excited, as they began to gather their belongings.

“Meh. Don’t sweat it.” I told them as I continued past them.

I saw her sitting about halfway down the platform, her head down, lost in her phone. I walked up and sat down beside her as quietly as possible. I was curious how long it was going to take her to notice me. I watched in silence as a gray and red train stopped, letting an old man off, who shuffled promptly away.

“So. What took so long.” She asked.

“I wasn’t even gone that long, come on.”

She continued to play the game on her phone.

“How often do they come?” I inquired.

“It seems to be every fifteen minutes or so.” She muttered.

Pointing to the red train that began to pull away I said: “Ok, then let’s be on the next one. I really need to get to my computer. I have some work to do. Kind of time sensitive. Where do we get tickets?”

She looked up, pointing to a gray vending machine on the platform by where the crackheads had previously been smoking dope. I stood, walking across the concrete platform to the ticket printer. It was about four feet tall, the Thao Fraxia Transportation Authority logo adorning the top part of the machine. Pushing the touch screen, it opened the menu for the ticket prices each option displayed in its own respective box.

“Damn. four Skrim per ticket. That’s kind of expensive. How do the poor get around?” I muttered to myself. No wonder everyone was bitching about the wage vs living gaps. Paying the eight Skrim, I heard the printer head inside the machine squealing as it prepared the tickets. My eyes drifted upwards as I waited, to the metal rafters, covered in bird shit, and the messy nests in each of the corners. Noticing the tiny feathers that floated to the ground after a bird launched itself from the nest, I followed its quick movements through the panels of the roof. When the tickets had finished printing, they fell to the bottom of the machine. I grabbed them from the little plastic door and took them back to where we were sitting.

I gave her phone a dirty look. “Why did you do it, Shayla?”

“Do what?”

“Why did you take the Glass?”

“No.” She said, shaking her head. “Not going to talk about that.”

“What do you mean ‘no’? I think I need some answers.” I coaxed her.

She ignored me and continued staring at the illuminated screen. I watched her for a while before giving up, leaning back in my bench seat, staring at the ceiling. I exhaled, dramatically. After some time, my neck started to hurt, so I sat upright to relieve the pressure. There was a slight scrapping sound coming from the rails, signifying that another train was approaching. I stood up and stretched my legs and back, yawning.

As the train poked its head from the tunnel, I snatched her phone from her in one fluid movement and threw it on the tracks. A second later, the giant rubber rimmed steel wheels popped it like an egg between the guide rails.

“What in the Hell! Isaiah!” She screeched, watching in horror as her phone was annihilated.

“No one can track you with it now. Girl, you have a lot to learn. Don’t worry-I’ll teach you.” I told her, chuckling.

“Ohhhhh,” She snarled, frustrated. “You’re such an asshole sometimes.” She crunched her fists up, like she was about to hit me. “Dick!”

“I know.” I told her, offering my hand to help her stand. I suppressed another laugh as she grabbed my hand furiously, squeezing it as hard as she could. It was painful, but not enough to really do damage.

Her heels clicked loudly on the pavement as she approached yellow painted landing of the platform. Turning to give me another withering gaze, the train pulling in rapidly behind her, blowing her curled hair forward off her shoulders. She should have been a model, not a traitor on the run, in love with a murdering, manipulative shit head like me. I almost felt bad for her. But she had to have some idea that I was a horrible person, so it was kind of her own fault, realistically.

The doors of the train slid open, retracting into the stairwell of the car, and a few people exited in front of us. As we stepped in, I noticed it smelled like melting elastic and carpet cleaning soaps. Looking around the car, I saw the tiny orange flame of a lighter flick. The man and woman huddled down in their seats, smoking drugs below the cover of the high-backed red seats. I pointed towards the opposite side of the train, where no one else was sitting. Reaching the seats at the back, she slid in against the window. She leaned her head against the glass window, watching the cars in the street below.

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Carol walked back to the office the way she walked out of it: completely naked and in a dazed stupor. She still couldn’t believe she had done it. For the second time in a week she ran around naked in public, and this time to people who actually knew her! It was so unreal, the kind of thing you only did in a dream. She would even go so far as to say it was a dream come true.

However, she couldn’t quell the nervous palpitations in her heart. She had exposed herself at work. She walked all throughout the office without a stitch of clothing on in front of her coworkers and even went outside, into the public eye, where anyone would be able to see her. She hadn’t been by herself either; it was all carried out by the hand of a local celebrity’s daughter, and the two of them engaged in a very sexual tryst out in broad daylight. Pictures could be taken, videos could be recorded, rumors could abound. It was a scandal that could not be ignored, and Carol had the distinct impression that her days working with Trilo Publishing were now very numbered. Hell, her days living in Beringall itself were likely very numbered.

But what could she do? Hide in the parking lot and hope it would all blow over? No, it would not blow over. The consequences would come to her whether she faced up to them or not. If Carol was going to be punished for her indecency, then it would be better that she face it head-on like a woman.

And who knows? Maybe she just might bump into Elaine and finally return the favor? Or maybe she would just do it with any of the usual office girls she encountered? Despite her trepidation, Carol could not suppress her grin as the image of the young intern appeared in her mind. Nor could she suppress the excited vibration deep with the depths of her crotch.

Someone walked by her, quickly and hurriedly. From the corner of her vision, the nude woman thought she saw the person shoot a look at her as he or she passed by, but they otherwise made no sign of slowing down. Then another person passed by Carol. Then another and another. People were flooding out of the building in droves, fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. The doors didn’t have a chance to close shut as employees rushed out, many waving various flat objects like papers or folders in front of their faces as makeshift fans.

Harold was soon among them, and it was at that moment when Carol finally found it in herself to act. “Hey,” she said, grabbing him by the wrist to get his attention. “What’s going on?”

Harold stared wide-eyed at her. “Holy shit, Carol, you really did…Jesus…why are you…?” His voiced trailed off as his eyes trailed down, taking in every detail of his coworker’s bare and glistening body.

“That’s…that’s not important,” Carol said, waving her hand upward to tell him to look her in the eyes and not in the breasts. “What is going on?”

“Um…well…they decided to end the day early. Something about a delay in the AC repairs…and maybe it was something Elaine Cassidy said or did. So…yeah, we have the rest of the day off.”

“Oh. I see.”

“Yes. So Carol, will you please tell me why you are…”

“I have to go,” said Carol, releasing his hand and stepping towards the doors. “I have to go.”

Unbeknownst to her, a ring had formed around Carol as people all around her paused or slowed down to gape at the naked woman standing in their midst. Even those still in the building stopped what they were doing as they saw her approach the door. Her breasts jiggled, her hips swayed, and her skin glowed as sunlight gleamed off the layer of perspiration that dribbled down the shifting curves and crannies of her form. Perspiration and…other fluids that is, if one wanted to get technical.

Carol paid them no mind. She ignored the wide-open eyes, the averted eyes, the happy eyes, the disgusted eyes, and the eyes that tried and failed to act indifferent and casual, stepped into the building, and navigated her way through the office as though she was doing something as normal as trying to retrieve her keys. Because that was precisely what she was doing. They were in the Writer’s Room, along with her purse and her phone, all the essentials she would need to take with her if she wanted to get back home. Oh yeah, and there were other things in there like…her clothes.

Carol shivered. Just looking at those rags was enough to make her skin crawl. The way they lied crumpled on the floor, dark and lifeless, reminded her of the decaying corpse of a dead animal she would occasionally find on the side of a road, flattened, ripped open, smelling of death, and covered in buzzing flies. They might not have smelled, and there were no flies around, but they were no less disgusting. Carol didn’t want to touch them, let alone put them on her perfect, sacred body.

But she had to. She had to dress. If she wanted to get out of this building, go home, and be a good, normal mother to her kids, she had to put them on. No matter how sick they made her. Though as much izmit escort as her clothes made her retch, Carol knew she had another problem: she was still horny.

Her pussy was still tingling, her juices were still flowing, and her inner muscles were still throbbing with want, like they were begging, no, clamoring for even the tiniest scrap of stimulation. Elaine’s touch had fed them, pulled them from the brink of starvation, but their hunger was not yet sated. She wanted…more. More kisses. More caresses. More licks and strokes and thrusts and schlicks. More orgasms.

But Elaine wasn’t here. No girl was here. And the more Carol realized that fact, the more her body tingled, flowed, throbbed, and wanted. Oh crap. I just turned myself on.

She had no choice. She would have to pleasure herself.

“Maybe…maybe I just need another orgasm,” she said, taking a seat on one of the chairs. The faux leather felt warm and somewhat sticky on her bare butt cheeks. It was strangely arousing. She leaned back, thrust her sharpened and fully erect nipples in the air, and spread her legs out. She shivered as she felt the sensitive flesh peel apart, felt it all tremble as the warm air flowed into it like a shapeless and amorphous finger. But it would not be enough. She needed a real finger.

So she massaged her pussy and rubbed her clit, gently at first, then with growing intensity as though she was trying to light a fire. She exhaled softly as her tingles grew hotter, bit her lip as her caresses grew wetter. Then she thrust a finger inside, tickled the folds, and curled it up. She sparked. She twitched. She murmured. And she thrust another finger inside.

But she did not orgasm.

***

The feeling of cool air on her bare skin was by far the most amazing thing Mindy had felt all day. Not because she enjoyed how it poured into all the sensitive and erogenous parts of her that were completely exposed now (though she’d be lying if she said she didn’t), but because it meant her naked body finally had something to properly hide within. Her exposure was over! That alone was enough to make her want to kiss Megan even though she knew the girl still had something nefarious up her sleeve.

“Okay, we’re inside,” said Erin. “So can you lend us some clothes already?”

“Ah-ah-ah!” said Megan with mock-reproach, waving her finger at the nude girl for effect. “We still haven’t discussed how you will properly pay me for this service. And besides, have you taken a look at yourself recently?”

“What? What’s wrong with me?” said Erin as she glanced down at her body.

“You’re filthy,” said Megan, who was starting to circle the twins. “You’re dripping sweat all over the place and you’re covered in dirt. Especially here.” She proceeded to give her friend a light smack on the rear, knocking off a few particles of dirt and one leaf that had been clinging to it. Erin let out a surprised yelp. “And you’re not much better,” Megan continued, turning her gaze over to Mindy.

“So you want us to get cleaned up first, is that it?” said Mindy.

“Bingo!”

Mindy sighed, but nodded her head. She couldn’t exactly argue against Megan’s logic; she wouldn’t want to ruin a good set of clothes on someone else’s dirty body either.

“And here’s what I want you two to do: I want you to go back outside to the backyard, and hose yourselves down with the garden hose.”

“Are you freaking out of your mind?” growled Erin. “We can’t go back out there like this again!”

“Yeah!” added Mindy. “We came this close to getting arrested not even two minutes ago! I can’t go outside again. I can’t! I won’t!”

“You won’t get arrested,” Megan said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “We have a fence back there, it’s perfectly safe to be nude. Provided the neighbors aren’t doing any gardening of course, heh, heh, heh.”

The fact that she said as much and chuckled about it so devilishly meant they most certainly were. Mindy shook her head furiously. “No. I…I can’t do it. I can’t.”

“Me’n either!” snorted Erin, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. “Make us another offer.”

“Fine, fine,” sighed Megan. “I’ll let you use the shower then.”

That perked Mindy up. “The shower? Oh thank you, thank you so much!” she spread her arms out in a motion to gratefully hug the brunette.

“On one condition,” Megan continued. “You have to take it together.”

Mindy froze mid-embrace. “Huh?”

“You heard me. You both have to shower together.”

Erin shook her head. “Out of the question.”

“Seriously? That’s too much for you?” said Megan. “You’re sisters! Didn’t you used to take baths together?”

“Well…yeah,” said Mindy.

“But we were really little kids then,” added Erin.

“You’re also identical twins! Aren’t they supposed to be more touchy-feely with each other than most siblings?”

“I don’t know where you heard that, but no!” said Erin.

Mindy gebze escort couldn’t be so sure. “Well, actually, there are studies that say twins are more receptive to—”

“And besides,” Megan went on, “I just saw you two laying on top of each other like you were ready for lovemaking!”

Neither Mindy nor Erin had a response to that, other than to both turn red, embarrassingly for the former and with a touch of anger from the latter.

“Fine, fine, maybe making you shower together is a mite too intimate a thing to ask, so I’ll add an addendum.” At that, Megan reached for the hem of her shirt and began to pull it off.

Erin stiffened immediately. “What the hell are you doing?”

Megan didn’t answer her. She only stripped. First she removed her shirt, pulling it up over her head and dropping it to the floor as though it was a useless piece of garbage. Her sandals followed shortly afterward as she kicked them off her feet, and they were soon joined by her shorts once she slid those down the length of her long, toned legs. Now down to her lacy black bra and a matching pair of panties, she wasted no time taking those off as well, unhooking the former from behind her, slipping the latter off her waist, and letting gravity do the rest in liberating her form. Stepping out of the pile of clothing completely naked, Megan showed off a lean, fit figure, taut with rigid muscle, little fat, and rich, caramel-colored skin that glowed evenly across every inch of her body, even on her perky, medium-sized breasts, the globes of her firm posterior, and on both sides of her poofy vulva lips.

“Ah, perfect,” she said, stretching herself out and giving her boobs a playful jiggle. “You know, the two of you have the right idea. Who needs clothes on a day like this? Much better to just run around totally naked, don’t you think?”

“What…the hell…are you doing?” Erin repeated, her voice lowering to an angry hiss.

“Look, I’m just proposing that…if you two showering together is too icky for you…then I’ll make it more bearable by showering with you! It’ll then be just like cheerleading practice, right?”

She paused for a moment to hear an answer. She got none. So Megan repeated herself, loudly and more firmly. “It’ll be like when we shower after cheerleading practice. Right, Erin?”

“You’re unbelievable,” growled Erin, and she sauntered off nakedly to the doors leading to the backyard. “I’ll do the hose.”

Megan and Mindy awkwardly watched her storm off, angrily swaying her ass back and forth every step of the way. “Uh…huh,” said the former. “I…didn’t expect that. So how about you? Are you going to join her?”

“Um…I’d prefer the shower, if that’s still an option,” said Mindy, shuffling uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“Okay then. But I’m still going in with you,” said Megan.

“O…kay,” mumbled Mindy. She didn’t fancy being nude in such close proximity to another person, but it was way better than having to go outside in the buff. And besides, Megan would probably be much better company than Erin right now.

Unfortunately, as pleasant as Megan was, stuffing herself in a tight little chamber with the brown-haired girl was still a very uncomfortable experience.

“C’mon, Mindy, you don’t need to huddle in the corner like that. Come on, enjoy the water. It feels really good.”

The shower was unfortunately a compact little space. Two people could certainly stand in it at the same time, but they would be so close that not touching one another would be completely impossible. Not unless one of them hugged the wall like Mindy was currently doing.

“Seriously, Mindy, it’s not a big deal for girls to shower together,” said Megan. “Me, your sister, and the rest of the cheer squad do it all the time after practice.”

“Do you cram together under a single faucet like a bunch of sardines?” said Mindy, who remained rooted to her spot.

“No. But sometimes we do help clean each other up, so a little touching and bodily contact happens all the time.”

“I’m sure it does. But I’d still rather stay here.”

“Okay then, have it your way,” said Megan with a defeated huff.

Mindy was ready to breathe a sigh of relief at what appeared to be her quick surrender, only to be interrupted when Megan suddenly closed the distance and grabbed her shoulders. For a second, their bodies were pressed awfully close together. So close, the twin could feel the other girl’s nipple poking into her own. It was oddly electric and made her surprisingly tingly. Now that she thought about it, it might very well have been the first time she ever felt the tit of another girl who wasn’t her sister. She didn’t know what to think about that. Not that she had much time to, for it lasted only a second before she was yanked, turned, and shoved under the running water.

“There, is that better?” said Megan, who was standing mostly outside the stream and leaning darıca escort against the wall. “You’ve got room to use the shower without me getting my filthy mitts all over you.”

“I…guess?” said Mindy.

“Relax, we’re both girls, and neither of us is sporting anything we haven’t seen before. Especially since you look exactly the same as Erin,” said Megan. Her lips curved upward into a smirk as she crossed her arms, looking more like she was casually hanging out at a storefront and not idling nakedly in a shower. “Heh, when we were at the nude beach you were so funny. You were so scared being seen naked by everyone that you spent the whole day up to your neck in the ocean. I’m surprised you didn’t become a prune when we pulled you out.”

“You don’t…get wrinkles in salt water,” said Mindy, who was still not very comfortable.

“Not my point,” said Megan. “My point is that if you maybe spent more time hanging with us on the beach or mingling with the other nude beachgoers, you wouldn’t be so awkward right now. Like your sister was. Even with that stick up her ass, she was able to get over herself eventually.”

Megan’s smile suddenly dropped and a more serious air fell over her. “Though by the look of things, it would appear it went back in with a vengeance. She, I, and the rest of the cheer squad shower together all the time and she didn’t care then. So what’s going on with her now?”

“I…no, I don’t know,” said Mindy. It was a lie of course. She knew exactly what was eating her sister. But she couldn’t tell anyone. She made a promise after all.

“It’s her boyfriend, isn’t it? They got into a fight, right?”

“No…not that I know of,” said Mindy with a nervous nibble on her lip.

“She did seem to be acting oddly distant to him on the way home. Heck, she seemed really distant to him for much of the trip. You’d think maybe she’d be all over him at the nude beach and after, but no. If anything, she seemed more interested in that Zenny girl, Brianna.”

“You don’t say,” said Mindy as stoically as she could muster. However, she fully perked up once Megan’s words finally registered with her. “Hey, what did you think of the Zenrists anyway?”

Megan shot her an inquisitive look before shrugging her eyebrows. “I couldn’t say, really. I had about as much interaction with Brianna as you did. She seemed nice enough, if that’s what you’re wondering, and she did one heck of a job getting your sister out of her funk at the nude beach. If you want to know about them, you’d have better luck asking Erin.”

Mindy sighed. Erin’s the last person I want to ask about them, and I doubt she’d tell me a thing.

“Or…maybe you could ask my sister instead,” the brunette added.

Mindy looked her in the eye, more intently than she intended. “What does Nancy know about the Zenrists?”

“Dunno. Never asked. She just mentioned having seen a few here and there at college. Said it was the craziest thing seeing some girls just walk around naked everywhere.” Her smirk returned and she leaned forward teasingly. “Why? Thinking of joining them?”

“No…it’s not me.” Who’s thinking about it.

Mindy still didn’t know what she thought about the prospect of her mother converting to Zenrism. It just seemed like such a big step to take in a short amount of time. She wanted Carol to be happy, but not hasty. But at the same time, maybe it wasn’t so hasty? She clearly wanted to live a nude lifestyle, and if the Zenrists would help make her dream come true, why turn it down?

One thing was for sure, though; as petrified as Mindy was about people seeing her in the buff, she didn’t really have any qualms against other people frolicking around in their natural states if they so wanted and Carol was no exception. The human body, if well cared for, was a thing of beauty, and Mindy would be lying if she claimed she wanted there to be less beauty in the world. If nothing else, her mom becoming a fulltime nudist would make her own life very interesting. Every moment Carol had been caught naked in their home had been a hoot for the teen, and yesterday’s big event was no different.

***

“Menstruating about it won’t make it go away, you know.”

Mindy slumped down on the old familiar couch with a huff, wishing she was anywhere but here. Erin was in another one of her moods and that meant Mindy would be forced to walk on eggshells for the rest of the day. If she was lucky. More likely, she would be walking on eggshells for the rest of the year, or at least until Erin broke up with her boyfriend, whichever came first. God, why did her sister have to be such a pain? And why did they all have to live in this cramped little apartment? If they had separate rooms, Mindy could at least shut her twin out and do her own thing, leaving Erin to be miserable all by herself. But as it was, Erin’s problem had to be Mindy’s too, even though it was totally all Erin’s fault!

I wish Mom would come home already, she silently grumbled as she laid back. Least maybe then Erin’d pretend everything was fine.

She twitched. Something was moving behind her on the floor. She felt it in her hair. “What was that?” she said, rolling over and sitting on her knees so she could take a better look at what had caused the disturbance. She saw nothing.

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If this story seems familiar it’s no surprise. I am re-working a previously published one (Fake Memories of a Desert Rave – Darcie). The viewpoint was changed from first to third person, and the story will no longer focus on experiences at Burning Man. Instead, the idea that emerged from the original story will be fleshed out, turning this into a Fantasy story. The first three parts will be very similar to the original ones, but then veer off into a different direction.

I would be very interested to get feedback from people who have read both versions. Which works better, the first or third person view point? Fellow Burners, leave comments, stories, story ideas.. This should be a very fertile place for all sorts of stories, and I’m willing to write some of them.

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Burning Man is an enormous week-long art festival taking place in the Nevada desert. It combines large art pieces, music, performance art, as well as a wild party scene. The festival is a two-mile wide horse-shoe of tents and camps, with the central empty space (the “Playa”) forming the main display area for the art pieces. The open end of the horse-shoe leads to the Deep Playa, a wide open expanse where more art pieces are scattered. The space is wide enough that bicycles are required to travel from place to place.

There is no commerce allowed. Everything is freely given and shared. People set up bars, chill tents, performance spaces or any form of hospitality they can dream of. Emphasis is placed on participation, silliness is the norm, and nudity is accepted (but not required). Some of the larger dance camps are enormous and run by professionals, so the night time parties are some of the best in the world.

In reality there is a police presence which prevents wilder antics, but in my version the risks of arrest are nil.

Part 1

Darcie had taken to Burning Man like a fish to water. By the end of breakfast on the first day she was already planning next year’s trip. Jeff was pleased as punch. It was his third burn, so he took a real joy at her obvious enthusiasm. Sharing something you loved was always the best feeling, especially if it was appreciated. As soon as their little camp was set up, she had her hat on, ready to go exploring. They hopped on their bikes and off they went.

Darcie was a tall brunette, with sweet curves in the right place, cute b-cup boobs, and a wild streak about a mile wide. She was pretty and funny, and always a pleasure to have around. She had thrown on a blue bikini on that first day, wrapped a sarong around her waist, strapped on the obligatory goggles (in case of dust storms), plopped a hat on her head, and looked ready for fun. Jeff had on his sarong (with nothing underneath), as well as a loosely knit t-shirt, which was actually part of a Swedish submariner’s official work uniform. A great Army surplus store find. It fir well his wiry frame and chiseled features, his short blond hair covered by a floppy green hat. Hatted and be-goggled, Jeff led the way. Unlike her, Jeff actually knew where they were going.

Jeff took her on a tour of the Playa, with all the large art pieces, and the Esplanade, which was the edge of the horse-shoe of camps that faced inwards towards the Playa. Camps on the Esplanade had to have some kind of interactive element to them, whether it was a DJ set up and a dance area or a bar and lounge. Or a roller disco. Because there’s a roller disco at Burning Man, and you can borrow roller skates.

Darcie used to be a figure skater in her youth, until boys distracted her and she dropped out of the rigorous training regimen that national competitions would require. She threw herself at the roller disco, skating and twirling around the plywood deck. From time to time she would just laugh when she realized where she was, and what she was doing. Jeff was just standing by the side of the deck, watching her. Jeff had skinned enough knees to know that he was not to be trusted on roller skates. Jeff happily cheered her on, proud of her skills. A lot of other people watched her, this pretty girl weaving through the stumbling crowd with graceful ease. She cut quite a figure out there, her long legs criss-crossing as she skated around, her long brown hair trailing behind her.

She skidded to a stop in front of Jeff, panting, a big smile on her face.

“This is awesome!” she said giggling.

“You can come back here every day if you want.” Jeff told her.

She plopped down next to him and started pulling off her skates.

“Oh, I will. This is so fucking insane and cool. They’re playing disco!” She almost screamed in delight.

“It’s that older black guy over there who brings the whole set up and all the skates” Jeff said, pointing at the aging man gracefully gliding on his skates around the dance floor.

“That man is gonna get a hug from me before the end of this. This is.. mind-blowing.” she said looking both happy and confused.

“We’ve barely started. Let’s go!” Jeff exclaimed.

They moved on, though she kept a huge grin on escort kocaeli bayan her face the rest of the day. They hit several of the fun camps on the Esplanade, playing on the adult-sized jungle gym that had been set-up, or simply lounging and drinking the margaritas that one of the camps was passing around. By the time the sun set, they had hit a groove. After had a quick dinner they headed back out to hit the dance camps. Several hours later they crawled into their tent and collapsed on the inflatable mattress.

The next few days quickly established a rhythm. Mornings were spent getting ice, cleaning up the camp and general relaxing in their little part of the campground. After a light lunch, they retreated to the tent for a nap and some sweaty sex. By early afternoon they were ready to really hit the Playa.

Darcie had brought several bikinis, figuring correctly that they would be her main attire during the day. That day she was wearing a little black bikini that tied around the sides. Jeff had spent the better part of the morning tugging at those ties, watching it fall off half a hip, revealing a pale ass cheek. It had become a game Jeff was enjoying tremendously, but she finally put a stop to it. They were in the final stages of their preparations for the afternoon fun when Jeff pulled on those strings one time too many. She turned to face him, hands on hips, frowning in mock anger. Instead of saying anything, she shimmied her hips until her bikini bottoms feel to the ground.

“There,” she said “happy now?”

She was standing there in her sarong and bikini top. Knowing she was naked underneath that sarong made his cock tingle.

“Not yet. Can I see?” Jeff said, grinning, but keeping his eyes locked on hers.

She slowly pulled her sarong up. The fringes of the sarong slowly lifted, passing her long smooth thighs. She kept moving up until, finally, her pussy was revealed. Darcie was one of those fairly hairless women, and never had to shave. A fan of black silky hair spread above her clit, her pubes long and thin. It left the lips of her pussy deliciously bare, a delicate pink peach barely split by her clit hood.

Jeff growled. He moved towards her.

She took a step back, pushing her sarong down and covering her pussy.

“No! We are heading out!” She warned him.

She jumped on her bike and headed out. She stood on her bike pedals and waved her ass at him.

“Are you coming?” she yelled out, a smirk on her face.

“You won’t let me!” Jeff yelled back as he jumped on his bike.

She laughed and pedaled away.

They hit their usual drinking spots, snatching shots of tequila at a Tiki bar, some strange concoction at a small dance dome, even some shaved ice from an alaskan fisherman. By the time they hit the Esplanade they were both pleasantly buzzed.

Jeff collapsed on a big bean bag chair at the jungle-gym camp. Darcie was not with him. Jeff looked around and finally saw her. She had stopped at the jungle gym itself and had started climbing it. It wasn’t much of a jungle gym, more like thick wooden poles tied together, forming a network of rope bridges and climbing nets. It was popular and a lot of fun as an adult to rediscover the simple pleasure of climbing all over shit.

Darcie was climbing the low net that led to the rope bridge. She had either forgotten that she was naked under her sarong, or simply didn’t care. But it was impossible to climb this structure in a lady-like way; it required you to use your hands for balance and to spread your feet from rope to rope. At this point, Darcie was no lady.

Jeff approached the jungle gym and noticed that two or three other guys were approaching as well. Darcie was just a few feet off the ground at this point, pulling herself up along the net. But even from a distance the pale tan lines of her naked flesh were starkly outlined against the tanned skin of her thighs. As she made her way up, her legs would scissor open, revealing a broad triangle of pale skin, and the fan of black pubic hair at the center of it.

The other guys were moving towards the net, as if to climb as well. But their eyes were fixed on Darcie’s long legs. So were mine. She finally made it up and stood on the rope bridge. She crossed it quickly and reached the next section, which was an overhead net you were meant to hang from and cross hand over hand.

Jeff had followed her, pacing her progress from the ground. She waved happily when she saw him, then threw herself at the net, grabbing hold of the ropes. Her legs swung out and apart. As she swung from rope to rope, her legs would swing from side to side, revealing her bare pussy first to one side of the jungle gym, then the other. From his vantage point Jeff could see clearly as her sarong inched higher over her legs until the pale orbs of her ass were in view. She would swing and turn, reaching for another corner of the net, her legs swinging open and suddenly her pussy was exposed, the full line of her slit from ass to pubes, kocaeli otele gelen escort her soft lips opening with her legs, revealing the deeper pink if her inner labia.

Finally she jumped down and hugged him, a big smile on her face.

“That was fun!” she said.

“That was fun for everyone who was looking.” Jeff said.

She shrugged with fake innocence.

“I’m just wearing what you wanted me to wear.” she said, before giving him an evil grin.

She grabbed him by the hand.

“Come on, I need a drink!” She exclaimed.

They drank the camp’s margarita’s and continued on. Their next stop was a Western shack, complete with swinging doors and horns over the entrance. The place was barely big enough for two dozen people, and they were all there. In one corner was a small bar, in the other was a tiny dance space where a DJ had a computer propped up on a folding table. There was also a stripper pole in the middle of the dance floor. The space was filled with dusty dancers, all dressed in colorful and weird outfits.

Darcie and Jeff took the offered shots of cinnamon flavored whiskey (which was awful) before dancing. She threw herself into the music, a big grin on her face. By then they were both very buzzed by all the booze they had ingested. Jeff knew that if Darcie had one weakness, it was booze. There was a line that was crossed at one point in her drinking, where Jeff had to question whether she was just having fun or if she was doing something she would regret the next morning. Jeff had the feeling they were approaching that line. Jeff was heavier than her, so if he was feeling the effect of the alcohol, she must have been far further gone.

She grabbed hold of the stripper pole and started gyrating around it, making exaggerated sexy motion, clearly taking it all as a fun joke. Jeff was dancing around her, but not with her. She was having her own fun. She started leaning back into the stripper pole, then bending forward at the waist so that she spread her ass cheeks on either side of the pole. She rode the pole for a few beats, making exaggerated sexy faces. A few people whooped their approval. That was all she needed.

She turned around, hanging on to the pole, her feet wide on either side. She shook her boobs and shook her hips. She let go of the pole and started dancing towards Jeff, her hands on her sarong. She started swishing the fabric like a can-can girl, giving him glimpses of her pussy. Jeff smiled. She cuddled up to him, kissing him lightly on the lips. She turned and rubbed her ass against him, feeling his thickening cock nestle between her ass cheeks.

She danced away before Jeff could grab hold of her waist. Jumping to the beat, she made her way back to the stripper pole. She circled it once, hanging off of it. Then reached back and untied her bikini top. She pulled it off in one go and another whoop of cheers went up. She twirled the bikini over her head like a flag, shaking her pink breasts at the same time. The rounded flesh of her breasts swayed enticingly as she moved, heavy enough to move with gravity, small enough to remain firm. The tiny pink nipples were framed by the triangle of pale tan lines, making her even more naked in Jeff’s eyes. These were not usually public breasts, and yet here she was showing them off to a crowd of strangers.

Darcie continued to dance, her bikini top in her closed hand. Her hands drifted further and further down, pushing and pulling at the edges of her sarong. Before long, she was flashing her pussy with every other step, jumping and twirling to the music, baring her body to all.

Jeff danced closer to her, trying to get her to talk to him. Was this Burning Man giving her license to be free, or was she simply too drunk to care? Jeff danced in front of her. She smiled and her eyes lit up.

“Hi!” Jeff yelled over the music.

She put her hands on his shoulders and for a moment they danced together, smiling at each other.

“You’re feeling ok?” Jeff asked.

“I’m feeling great. Why, are you worried about something?” She asked, suddenly concerned.

“No, you’re just very free with your body right now. I don’t get to see that side of you very often.”

“Well its your fault. I was ready to be a good girl all week, but you took away my bottoms. What’s a girl to do? Do you like it? This side of me?” She asked with a wicked smile.

“Yes. I do” Jeff replied, kissing her.

“Good.” she said, and pushed him away. She shook her bare breasts at him before twirling away to dance some more.

It was still light when they finally left the shack. They had a few more hours before the sun set and they had to be back to camp for dinner and warmer clothes. They staggered out of the shack, Darcie still topless. Her sarong had been rolled up around her hips so that now it came barely to mid-thigh. It also hung low enough to make it obvious that she was not wearing anything underneath it.

She stood by izmit suriyeli escort her bike, pulling her hair up and off her neck. She was gleaming with sweat, mostly naked, and sexy as hell. Jeff leaned over and kissed a small nipple. She smiled, her eyes heavy with desire. Her dancing had obviously had an effect on her.

“I need another drink” she said. ” All this dancing made me thirsty.”

Jeff circled his bike until he was in front of her.

“Ok. Somewhere chill or more dancing?” Jeff asked.

Meanwhile, Jeff had his eyes fixed on her pussy, which was clearly visible when she sat on her bike. There was no way no hide her nudity from anyone they would pass on their ride. Jeff loved looking at her naked, but he was starting to feel weird about so many strangers staring at her. It was a short-lived feeling, more like a loose tooth. Because Jeff also couldn’t help but feel both proud and turned on to be with her. His cock was practically at half-mast just from standing near her.

“Let’s go somewhere chill” she said.

Jeff lead her to a small structure a few blocks away. It was a simple tent with a small bar in one corner, the rest of the space filled with big pillows you could flop on. The bar was only big enough for two stools, and they were taken. This bar also only served a homemade batch of absinthe. Darcie flopped onto a pillow, and Jeff got them two shots of the homemade brew.

They sipped their drinks, but before long they were both essentially out. That absinthe packed a punch.

Jeff was laying back on the pillow, his arm thrown over Darcie’s shoulder, her head in the crook of his arm. Jeff noticed a guy sitting at the bar, watching them. This was a small tent, they were barely six feet away from him. He was youngish guy, toned, dressed in a pair of tight striped pants, no shirt and a top hat, looking very dapper. He was staring intently in their direction.

Fighting through the fog of the absinthe, Jeff tried to get his bearing. That’s when Jeff noticed that one of Darcie’s knee was up, and she was closing and opening her leg in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The guy at the bar was staring straight between her legs, and her pussy was winking at him every time her knee moved to the side. He licked his lips. His tight pants could not hide his erection.

Jeff looked down at Darcie. She felt his movement so she looked up and smiled at him.

“What are you doing?” Jeff asked softly.

“I’m teasing that poor guy” she said.

At first Jeff was floored. She was exposing herself on purpose. To someone else. His cock twitched against his thigh. Her hand fluttered onto his lap, her fingers brushing against his growing erection.

“I’m so turned on right now” she whispered. ” I think my pussy is wet. Should I check?”

She looked up at Jeff, her eyes heavy with lust, her lips full. Jeff nodded yes. His cock twitched against her fingers.

She slowly reached down with her other hand and placed it between her thighs. She slipped a single finger between the lips of her sex, tracing the length of her pussy from bottom to top, circling her clit as she went. Her finger glistened with her juices as she brought it to her lips. She moaned as she slowly sucked on her finger.

Her other hand had gently closed around Jeff’s hard cock, stroking it through the thin material of his sarong.

“He has a nice cock.” she said.

She turned on her side, halfway on top of Jeff, throwing a leg over his. The guy on the stool had a fantastic view of her ass, and of her wet pussy peeking out from underneath. Darcie continued playing with Jeff’s cock.

“It’s not fair, leaving him like this. It’s kinda my fault.” she said to Jeff, acting coy, despite her hand gently stroking his cock.

“What do you mean” Jeff asked.

She hesitated for a second. She looked at him from under her lowered brow. She bit her lip before speaking.

“Can I blow him?” she said.

Jeff felt shocked, but his cock jumped in her hand, rock hard. Again, Jeff had to wonder if it was the booze talking. Jeff decided, maybe because he was slightly drunk too, that maybe it didn’t matter.

“I’ll make it worth your while, later” she whispered.

For some reason, Jeff nodded yes. She leaned forward and kissed him. She gave his cock a last squeeze before getting up. She turned to the guy at the bar and took his hand, pulling him to his feet to lead him out of the tent. He followed her, surprise and delight on his face.

Jeff got up as soon as they had stepped out of the tent and followed them. They were nowhere to be seen. A sense of panic started to swell in his chest. But they couldn’t be far. Jeff looked around and found them almost immediately.

She had taken him around the corner and pushed him between the wall of the absinthe bar’s tent and a Camper trailer parked besides it. It was hardly a private place, but it was off the main avenue. She had pushed him against the trailer and squatted at his feet, her knees wide open on either side of his legs. When Jeff turned the corner she had just extracted his hard dick out of his pants.

She held his thick cock in one hand, her other hand brushing against his belly and legs. She closed her eyes and placed the tip of his cock against her lips. Slowly, she opened her mouth and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. Jeff could see her cheeks bulge as she tongued it.

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I had been in bed, trying to get some rest in the boarding house where I lived. I had just moved into the big city to find my fame and fortune, and was finding my funds were disappearing at an alarming rate. There were 4 rooms on the top floor. A couple of students in one room, a young couple across the hall and a small storage room next door. We all shared a small bathroom and had kitchen privileges as long as we cleaned up and didn’t piss-off the house mother….I mean landlord. My early evening was disrupted by some sort of commotion across the hall. I slid out of bed and opened my door a crack in order to see what was going on. I sleep in the nude, and had been hovering between slumber and reality for some time. When I stood up, the first thing I needed was to pee, so I reached down and squeezed my “little friend” in order to postpone the urgency. The hall lights were off, but a warm inviting glow was coming from the couple’s room across the hall.

I stood looking through the crack in the doorway and watched in amazement as the bed was dismantled, with the bedding and pillows tossed to one side, and the mattress heaved toward the doorway, folded onto itself, and the guy was doing something to the bed-frame.

There were all kinds of hushed talking going on between them, but it was not audible to me. The woman was in her early 30,s and to me she looked like an angel. She was very attractive. She had curly dark hair, and always wore a blouse and mid calf length pleated skirts. kocaeli escort bayan She was about 5’7″ and had large breasts.

She was a perfect match for the guy, who was 5’9″ tall, very wiry, and was able to lift her and twirl her around until her skirts kited open and you could see her panty covered bottom. I had witnessed this behavior many times, usually some kind of foreplay that was followed by the relentless sound of bed springs thumping in time with the groans and gasps of the woman. My god they could fuck. Many a night I stretched my cock while they went at it. I could seldom last as long as they did. Time after time her voice would get louder and louder and then fade to nothing. Then she would start to build up again. Sometimes you could hear her begging him,” Please don’t stop” You would hear her voce and then the guttural sounds of enjoyment while the bed springs sang their song.

As I watched, my cock now firmly in hand, she moved over to the mattress on the floor and lay down on it and started to raise her skirt up until her pussy was exposed. I had seen her a few times before; a “chance glance” if you will, when she darted out of the bathroom late at night. There was no doubt in my mind that she was totally fuckable, but I had never really wanted her with all the lusty passion that comes from wanting a woman This time things were very different. The exposure was enhanced by the way that she moved and teased him.

She izmit otele gelen escort giggled and cooed softly, and her fur covered pussy lips started to spread slightly as she moved her legs around.

The guy must have been about ready to “blow”, because he came over and undid his belt, button and zipper, and then holding his pants with both hands, he stepped out of them, underwear and all.

They didn’t remove any other clothes, but he went over to the mattress where she was lying on an angle, because it was folded onto itself, and he dropped to his knees. He then put a big gob of spit on two fingers and I watched him rub it between her pussy lips. Then he got between her legs and leaned down and began thrusting. Repeatedly he thrust his ass down and up. I couldn’t see what was happening because his shirt tail fluttered over his ass.

I started to beat my meat in time with their rhythm. The pressure in my bladder was intensifying the feelings that were welling up in my balls.

What I could see and hear very plainly, was the woman moving and gasping for breath. She giggled and gasped and I could see beads of perspiration on her forehead. As he kept thrusting, the colour in her cheeks became rosy. I could hear lovely squishy sounds as their slamming bodies kept me almost in a trance.

I felt my cum bubbling up, past the point of no return. I jerked and bumped my head against the door. kocaeli suriyeli escort Gobs of gooey spunk shot on the door frame and ran down the wall. I kept stroking my cock, hoping that it wouldn’t stop.

I don’t know how long it was, but before too long, he heaved and then seemed to freeze for a few moments. Then it was over. He got up, reached for his pants, and went back to what he was doing on the bed.

I looked over at the woman, all hot and sweaty with her dress pulled up on her tummy, and saw her fingers slowly stroking her pussy lips. There on the bare mattress she lay with her legs slightly spread, rubbing her cunt lips while this cream oozed out all over and ran down her crack.

I don’t remember much else about that evening except I was so grateful that the door to their room got pushed shut. I had cum all over the place and now I had to piss so bad I couldn’t swallow. I grabbed a towel and quickly darted down the hall to the bathroom. I lifted the seat up and hung my dick out and tried to start my stream. God it hurt. I had to piss so badly and it wouldn’t start. I tried to relax and after a moment piss began to dribble out. It took a long time and I was shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I wished I could just get some relief. Then there was a soft knock on the door. “Just a minute” I called out.

After what seemed like forever, my dick seemed to be drained and it was now shrinking to its normal resting size. I quickly wiped off the seat and wrapped towel around me as I flushed. I opened the door and looked out into the hall.

There she was, a little more composed now then what was etched in my mind, but she had changed into a robe that was loosely tied at her waist. Her boobs were clearly visible as she sashayed by me into the bathroom. As she passed me she looked deep into my eyes and blew me a kiss.

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Caleb – 11:00 AM

Caleb Winthrop Harrison, the Second, impatiently waited in line at the coffee shop. It was one of those hippy places. He had thought about leaving when he noticed the nose ring, the female clerk was sporting. The woman in line behind him was wearing an exquisite floral scent, and he had decided to stay, in the hopes that he could strike up a conversation.

This was unexpected, but he had long since given up being surprised at his own behavior. It was surprising because he was going to propose to his girlfriend tonight. It was Valentine’s Day, and they had dinner reservations at the Plaza. The ring was to be brought out with dessert, at which point he would get down on one knee. He hoped that the videographer he hired to record the entire thing would be able to see his face in the dim light.

He was three people away from ordering, so he turned to chat with the woman behind him. “Hi, Caleb.” He stuck out his hand, at the same time his eyes ran up and down her body.

He thought she was a businesswoman. Her heels were black and pointy, her skirt was skinny and tight, with a slit on the side, and her snow white blouse had three buttons undone. He could see a hint of lace, and imagined it was her bra.

“My eyes are up here, buddy.” He noticed she didn’t offer to shake his hand or provide her own name.

“I’m sorry, I missed your name?” he held his hand out again.

“My name, is how about you mind your business and stop bothering me.” She said it like it was a statement and not a question.

“Ohhhh, playing hard to get. I like that.” He whipped out a business card and handed it to her. “Call me sometime. I’ll make sure you have a great time.”

She rolled her eyes, but took the card, and smiled wanly at him. “I’d love to call you, but I am cleaning my cat litter for the next six years.”

He was pleased with the way the conversation had went, and it was now his turn to order. He was was proud of his name, so when the woman at the counter asked for it, he brusquely informed her, “Caleb, the Second, and don’t forget the second.”

He was too self-absorbed to notice her eye-roll and would have thought her opinion of him, unworthy of his consideration, if he had. She worked in a coffee place, after all! This was not his usual stop for coffee, they knew him well there, and no longer asked for his name.

He missed the derisive chuckle that came from the woman in line behind him. He certainly didn’t see her throw his card away. In fact, it never even occurred to him, that she would throw the card away. He was clearly wealthy, and in great shape, and what woman didn’t want someone like him?

No, he was mostly annoyed by this interruption in his day. Typically, he would be at work by now, but today he had to pick up the ring. He had been dating, Elsie, his girlfriend for a few months, and felt that she would make a proper wife, one who would benefit his career, and impress his friends. He wasn’t sure if he really loved her, but what did that matter? Love was not a priority.

He glanced at his Rolex, which was worth several thousand dollars, as he liked to inform people, and scowled. It was taking forever. He didn’t have time to go home and change after work, so he made sure to not lean against anything. He wanted to look his best on the proposal video, as he had no doubt that Elsie would be delighted by his offer of marriage.

Annoyed that his drink wasn’t done, he checked e-mail, on his new I-Phone. He soon lost himself in the seductive song of technology, as he opened and deleted messages.

Lost in thought, he missed it when they called his name. Even if he had heard it, he would not have gone up for the drink, as they were calling “Deuce,” and no possible way was that his drink. Work crisis averted, he surfaced from the intoxicating depths of the smartphone and went to check on his coffee.

He was instantly angry when he saw it on the counter! Why didn’t the stupid barista, call his name? “Dude, we did, chill.” She informed him. “You were buried in the phone, and oblivious to the people.” She gestured at the coffee shop around her.

“Power to the people, man!” She flashed him a smile and a peace sign and went back to work.

She blew him off! He had half a mind to complain to the manager, except she was older and dressed nicer, and it looked like maybe she was the manager. Oh well, he would never come back here. He scanned the coffee shop, and that was when he saw her.

Rachel. Rachel walking on the sidewalk, talking on her phone, hurrying somewhere. Rachel wearing a short dress and an open trench coat, carrying a bag over her shoulder. Rachel, the woman he had mad passionate sex with last night. She seemed to genuinely want him to stay, and it looked like she enjoyed herself; both were new experiences for him. He had promised to call, in the morning. He didn’t call, because he never did.

The thrill for him was in the chase, and once he captured his quarry, escort kocaeli and had sex with her, he moved on to new pray. Seeing Rachel, brought back memories. Her long, lean legs, and flat stomach. Her large breasts, and trimmed vagina. She had a nipple piercing and was a real tiger in bed.

He smiled and decided he wanted more sex with Rachel. What he wanted he took, so he dashed out of the coffee shop and reached out a hand to grasp her shoulder. She turned and smiled when she saw his face.

Elsie – 2:00 PM

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Elsie stepped into the hot, fragrant bath water. She used a lavender bath bomb, and the smell permeated the small room and washed some of her tension away. It had been a long tiring day at work, and she was looking forward to her date with Caleb tonight. She just wished she wasn’t so exhausted. The Boys and Girls Club was not an easy place to work, and today had been particularly troublesome.

She loved the kids, and loved her work, she just sometimes needed a moment of peace. The kids were needy, the parents were needy, that’s why they came to the club. This afternoon she just needed to not be needed.

She sank into the hot water, so only her eyes and mouth were exposed. The heat penetrated her aching muscles, the lavender soothed her racing thoughts, and tension flowed from her limbs.

Her thoughts turned to her boyfriend. She loved going out with Caleb but felt guilty about the time she spent with him.

He was rich, stinking rich actually, and shamelessly spoiled her. She enjoyed his pampering but thought perhaps he was taking things more seriously then she was. She didn’t like feeling that she was using him for his money. On the other hand, she was dirt poor, had grown up dirt poor, and he was showing her a side of the city she would have never been able to afford.

She did like him. He was distant, but it seemed like he respected her. He listened, and usually put his phone away when they were on a date. And, well if he checked it every now and again, he was some sort of bigtime broker.

He seemed to agree with most of her political views and certainly didn’t talk down to her. He did, however, talk down to servers. That bothered her. Being born rich, didn’t make you better than anyone else.

Elsie had always been unlucky in love. She learned to not trust herself when it came to matters of the heart. Caleb was a flirt, and that combined with her past, left her confused. She wished she could set the whole issue aside and just enjoy tonight. The confusion would resolve itself, or it wouldn’t, it wasn’t like she was marrying the guy! It was Valentine’s day after all!

Jennifer, her roommate, wasn’t home. She loved her, but Jennifer drove her nuts, due to her inability to focus. Jen worked crazy hours at a non-profit and was determined to save the world. Neither girl made a lot of money.

Elsie closed her eyes and relaxed down into the bath. It was at a perfect temperature, in another few minutes it would be too cold. Her ‘girls,’ were out of the water, and her nipples grew erect in the cold air. She was proud of her breasts and her small pink nipples. She had more than some women and less than others, but Caleb always said that more than a mouthful was wasted.

The cold air, hard nipples and thoughts of Caleb, combined to make her horny. She twisted and pinched her nipples, which sent a frisson of pleasure through her stomach to her core. She ran her hands up and down her flat hard stomach, and over her hips, teasing herself. She didn’t touch her pussy, not yet.

She could feel the tension gathering in her stomach, and she reminded herself to inhale and exhale. She closed her eyes and drifted off into fantasy land. Her hand drifted lower, and she touched her mound trying to forget about her day.

She loved her body, liked to show it off, and loved it even more when other people lusted after her. This was a weakness in a modern woman, she knew this. It just filled with her such power, to have men chasing after her, wanting her, desiring her. She was proud of how she looked and found the desire her body generated in others enormously arousing.

She wondered if this happened because she was such a nerd in high-school and college. She had dressed very conservatively in the past and was still coming to grips with that. Whatever the reason, she was glad she had discovered this kink. She started to rub her clit, a slow, smooth, gentle exploration of her body. She thought back to last week, and her hand dipped into her slit.

The party was at Caleb’s parents summer home. Nobody over the age of thirty, all the alcohol you could want, a bonfire, an acoustic guitarist, and more food then she could ever imagine. They had played beach volleyball and swam in the ocean. It was night, and she was laying in a hammock, some distance kocaeli escort away from the fire. She still had her wet bikini on, and she was cold.

She curled in a ball and looked up at the stars. The sky was filled with them, the view so different then what she was used to in the city. She contemplated leaving the hammock and moving by the fire, but that took effort, and she was too tired to walk.

A man lay behind her and wrapped himself around her. She squeaked in surprise. He was warm, and she snuggled in his arms. She was pretty sure it was Caleb, but the man didn’t say anything, and she couldn’t see his face. He had a blanket which he carefully laid on their lower bodies.

He removed his swimming suit, and she could feel his cock pressing into her ass. She blushed, unused to such attention.

He started to kiss her neck, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips on her tender skin. He licked her ear, and then nibbled on it. She shivered in pleasure. His hands were on her breasts, and he dipped under the swimsuit so he could palm one. She felt her face grow hot, there were people all around.

He tweaked a nipple. It was already hard, from the cold suit. She was squirming in his arms, but couldn’t deny the fact that she was getting turned on. He was masterful with his hands. The other one was resting on her hip, the tie of her string bikini underneath it. She wondered if he would take the bikini bottoms off, or if she even wanted him to. She still wasn’t sure if it was Caleb. He was fully erect.

When he untied the top and freed her breasts, she should have stopped him, but she no longer wanted to. Women had been topless all day, she rationalized, this wasn’t any different. He started to tease her, driving her mad with pleasure. He kissed all around her nipples, so her awareness shrunk to those two points. His hand was resting on her inner hip. The heat and warmth of it, a constant reminder of him, and her desire for him.

He laid her on her back. She looked into his face and saw her lover, Caleb. “Careful!” She smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re playing with fire, and you don’t want to get burned.” She whispered.

“Don’t worry about me, little girl.” He always went an extra step with his teasing. She frowned.

She pulled him down to her and started to kiss him. They were slow tender kisses at first, but they soon turned to passion, as his chest rubbed across her sensitive nipples. His other hand remained on her inner hip, and the idea of that hand and what it might do was all she could focus on.

She thought she noticed someone with a camera. She hoped not, she was topless. She closed her eyes again so she could pretend they were alone on the beach. Nobody was paying particularly close attention to them, but the camera worried her.

He dipped a hand under the bikini bottom. He started to run a finger up and down her pussy. She was wet, oh god she was wet. He plunged a finger in her folds.

A door slammed in the apartment, and her eyes flew open. ‘Oh, no…’ She was just getting to the good part, and she didn’t want to stop now. Jen would not come in the bathroom when the door was closed. She shut her eyes again and resumed rubbing. She was getting close, and her face was flushed. She thought she might need a shower after her bath.

He untied and removed her bikini. He dropped it on the sand next to the hammock. Anybody that walked by would notice the bikini and see that she was naked, but she didn’t care, she was lost in lust. He had her in his arms, one hand around her neck, and the other in her core. She could feel his hard length pressing into her ass. She moaned, mad at the thought she could drive someone so crazy with passion, that they would fuck her in front of other people. He flipped her onto her side.

“Please…” She begged.

“Please, what?” Came the flat response.

“Fuck me.” She lifted her top leg, so he had all the room he needed.

“Your wish is my command,” Caleb responded.

He slid his long rigid length into her wet pussy and started to move ever so slowly. “Oohhh, that feels so good…” She moaned as she rocked back onto him. He pulled her tight into his body, and reached around and rubbed her clit.

She heard a commotion and then was kissed by soft feminine lips. She opened her eyes, the woman was kneeling in the sand, next to the hammock. Elsie smiled, confused by what was happening. The woman wrapped her hands around Elsie’s head and kissed her deeply., using her tongue to explore Elsie’s mouth.

She shifted her attention to Elsie’s ear. After a moment of kissing, she whispered. “A man is filming this. He will not stop.”

Warning done, she nipped Elsie’s ear one last time and retreated to the circle of people watching.

Elsie saw the man filming, he was young and wore his baseball cap backward. It looked like an expensive kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan camera. She knew she needed to stop him, she was a teacher for god’s sake.

Caleb, as if sensing her distress, started to plunge in an out of her in earnest. It seemed as if he wanted to finish before Elsie could say ‘no.’

He pounded her depths, holding her by the waist so she couldn’t move or fall out of the hammock. She soon found she didn’t care about anything other than the pleasure. If she was honest, she was a little aroused by the thought of men masturbating to her. It was easier to do nothing, and just let it happen.

It was all too much; his warm body, his hands toying with her most intimate spots, his cock moving in and out of her, she came apart in his arms. The pulses of the orgasm ripping through her, leaving her stiff with pleasure.

When her orgasm passed, she twisted off of him and started to kiss him again. She was mad with lust and mad with gratitude for the orgasm and showed it by straddling him and kissing with wild abandon. She didn’t care about the camera, or the people watching, she just wanted to show him how much she loved him.

She was on top, and he was easily able to slide into her.

“That feels so good!” A tear came to her eye, as desire overwhelmed her again. She didn’t notice, that he had thrown the blanket on the ground.

Her mouth was next to his, she rubbed her clit on his belly, he hammered in and out of her, frantic now, with his own need. He stopped as she started to orgasm again, he pulled out, so she could squirt all over the hammock. She was embarrassed, but he was back in her in a second, resuming his frantic fucking. He started to spurt and pulled out of her, so cum splattered all over her back.

She sighed and laid her head, on his chest, exhausted from the best sex of her life. She had not opened her eyes and didn’t want to. She wanted the fantasy of just the two of them to last as long as possible.

The cameraman had fled from her thoughts entirely. She never heard her girlfriends trying to shoo people away, or saw all the cellphones out. It wasn’t long, and she drifted off to sleep in her lover’s arms.

As she closed her eyes, she thought the cameraman and Caleb gave each other a thumbs up, and she made a note to ask him about that tomorrow. But, when she woke the next day she had utterly forgotten.

“Aaahhh! Shit!” She screeched when she opened her eyes in the bathtub. “How long have you been in here? Oh my god! You scared me.” The water sloshed in the tub.

“Long enough,” Jennifer replied. “We had to use the bathroom, and this is the only bathroom we have.”

“We?” Elsie asked.

“Jeff came in first. He was quiet, you looked like you were enjoying yourself, and he didn’t want to interrupt.” She paused, “But then you like that sort of thing, don’t you? People watching? You get off on that.” Jen appeared curious, and Elsie was sure she wasn’t mad.

“Oh, God Jen, I’m so sorry, I thought you were at work.” She felt awful. She and Jen were best friends, and she didn’t want to jeopardize that.

“No need to apologize. Jeff said he enjoyed the show.” Jen responded. “So, do you like people looking at you?”

Elsie had turned beet red. ” I do. I feel so powerful when I know men desire me. It’s sick and warped, and I know I shouldn’t feel like this, but I do.”

Jen, smiled at her, “Well then; aren’t we learning all sorts of new things today?” Elsie was unable to read her expression.

“It’s Valentine’s day. Would you be willing to help me shave?” Elsie changed the subject.

Jen smiled wanly at her. “Sure.” They had helped each other this way before, so Elsie wasn’t sure how to take her lack of enthusiasm.

Elsie climbed out of the bath and dried herself off. She placed her towel on the bath floor, and then knelt on it, with her head facing away from the door. She put her head on the floor, and her hips in the air, so Jen could work.

Her roommate was soon babbling away, and Elsie closed her eyes. She didn’t like Jen to see her weep, and she certainly got weepy when Jen had to use the tweezers. So, she never heard Jen open the door, and she never saw Jeff in the doorway, watching.

She certainly never knew he was masturbating to the enchanting scene on the bathroom floor. No, the first she knew of it was when his cum splattered all over her ass.

Her eyes flew open, and she looked back in confusion.

Smack! Jen spanked one ass cheek, and then the other! Smack! The blows were hard, and they continued. Elsie tried to squirm away, but Jeff held her in place.

Jen stopped after a moment. “Well, I’m guessing you’re now turned on slut! Let’s just see shall we?” Jen slid a finger deep into Elsie, who was very wet. “I knew it! What a slut!”

She stormed out of the bathroom, pulling Jeff behind her.

Elsie cleaned up and thought about what happened. She didn’t feel bad. Jen was a grown woman and she opened the door. Jeff was a grown man and made his own choices. Elsie was a woman, and her body was her own, nobody could tell her what to do with it. She liked what she liked, and that didn’t make her a bad person, it just made her, her.

Elsie was naked when she left the bathroom and walked back to her bedroom, her head held high.

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Susan first appeared in Entertaining at Home. Other characters mentioned joined the story in subsequent episodes of Entertaining at Large; Monica made her first – brief – appearance in the last chapter. If you like the look of this chapter it might be worth checking them out to discover people’s back stories and the details of events mentioned. Comments, suggestions and support welcomed as always and thanks to those of you who already have.

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‘How can I put this politely George? There is no way I am going to let you and your semi-alcoholic mates gang bang me just because you’re renaming your little club the Crown and Anchor Relaunch Committee.’

The fat one had called me on my lunch break and spun me a cockamamie tale about organising a week of events at the pub once the refurbishment was complete. He said he wanted me to get involved. Likely story. There was a ping on the line indicating I had another call.

‘Hold on George. Someone else wants me. I’ll finish telling you to fuck off in a second.’

I pressed the requisite button and cut off his protests.

‘Hi.’

‘Hello, this is Monica. Do you remember me? Nigel’s mother.’

‘Oh yes. Would you mind holding for a second. I was just in the middle of something.’

My heart sank. The little scrote must have told her what we’d been up to. And she’ll be ringing now to tell me exactly what sort of whore she thinks I am. At least, I thought, she was doing it on the phone, not in public. I may as well get this over with. I got George back on the line.

‘You’ll be delighted to know that’s someone wanting to tear me a new one on the other line. I’ll see you in the pub tomorrow to finish doing you the same favour.’

I clicked back over before he could start again.

‘Sorry about that. Nice to speak to you again. What can I do for you?’

‘I was wondering, and I know this is an awful imposition, if you would mind meeting me for coffee this afternoon?’

No way, I thought, just start the yelling now and get it over with.

‘I just wanted to meet you to say thank you.’

‘Thank you?’

‘Yes. For everything you have done for Nigel. He’s like a changed boy since he met you. I wanted to let you know how grateful I am.’

‘That’s really very nice of you to say, Mrs, er, Monica. But there’s no need. Honestly.’

‘Nonsense. Luciano’s at five. And I won’t take no for an answer.’

She hung up before I could work out what the hell was going on.

OK, so I had given her little boy his first hand job. His first blow job – and the second come to that. And, yes, I had fucked him a few times as well as a group of his horny mates. But what mother in her right mind arranges a date in the town’s most upmarket café in gratitude for that?

I was checking to mark all the exits when I walked in to the posh watering hole. Just in case things got nasty you understand and I needed to make a run for it. I felt just like James Bond’s prettier sister. Monica was waving to me from a table in the centre of the large room. She was smiling so I was able to relax a little. When I reached her she rose and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell her Chanel No 5 and felt her large breasts brush against my arm.

She had dressed up for the occasion. This was a very different woman from the harassed housewife I had met a few weeks before. She had on a low cut blouse under her tailored blazer. The tight skirt complemented both perfectly without giving the impression of a business suit; this was a lady of leisure. Someone used to five pound cups of coffee and eight pound cakes.

‘I feel so silly.’

I smiled supportively.

‘Dragging you out here like this.’

I kept smiling. Always the best policy when you have no idea what’s going on. She kept beaming at me as we ordered coffee from a bored looking teenager. She started again as soon as she was almost out of earshot.

‘He’s like a new boy since your little seminar.’

Keep smiling, I thought, here it comes.

‘He’s polite. He’s helpful.’

She looked around and lowered her voice to a furtive whisper.

‘He’s clean. Fresh underwear every day.’

I gave a polite laugh.

‘There’s always more laundry to do when they get a new girlfriend.’

‘No. He’s even started doing his own. The house was spotless and he had a meal waiting for us when we got back. He’s never cooked in his life. And it’s all down to you.’

‘I really can’t take any credit. We did talk a little about attitude, appearance and so on, but mostly it was rather boring business stuff.’

‘Don’t sell yourself short. They told me.’

My defences rose again. Just a little.

‘Erm, who did?’

‘Kieran and Stefan. They said you told them always to be pleasant and give compliments when they thought they’d be appreciated. They asked if they could make me lunch some time. To say thank you for all the snacks and meals I had given them.’

The rascals had been hitting on her I thought. I tried to sound nonchalant.

‘How did this come up?’

‘They were waiting for Nigel to get home from college and were admiring my new hair kocaeli escort style.’

She brushed her fingers through it hair to attract my attention. I took the hint and she spoke at length about her stylist and the conversations she had had with him before making the decision on the highlights. I assured her she had been correct and she grinned appreciatively.

‘Anyway they insisted I sit with them and Kieran made me coffee. It was as if they were flirting.’

She spoke in a slightly shocked tone.

‘Perhaps they were. You are a very attractive woman and you know what young men are like.’

‘Well I thought I did until a few weeks ago. Surly, moody and inarticulate.’

‘That sounds about right.’

‘But now.’

She lowered her voice to a whisper.

‘I dropped a bra from the wash basket as I was carrying it through to the machine yesterday. Kieran picked it up and said how nice it must look when I was wearing it.’

She flushed red and raised her hand to her throat and started playing with her pearl necklace.

‘It’s a good job your husband didn’t catch him. That’s definitely more than flirting.’

‘Him.’

There was a bitter edge to her voice. She didn’t need to say more to convey her unhappiness with her marriage.

‘Anyway, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. So eventually I plucked up my courage and here we are. Would you like a glass of wine?’

I was definitely lost now.

‘I’m not quite sure I’m following you.’

‘Come on. The Royal’s just over the road. The bar will be quiet at this time and I don’t have anyone I can have a proper girly chat with.’

She looked suddenly very sad And lonely. I felt sorry for her and so I agreed.

‘As it happens I have a dinner appointment there at eight. I suppose I might just get away with it wearing this.’

‘It’s perfect for dinner. If I hadn’t known I had dragged you here straight from the office I’d have assumed you were going on a date.’

She left a note for the bill and was almost pulling me to the bar before I had a chance to change my mind. We checked out coats and I left my briefcase in the cloakroom. I carried the small bag from the Nighty Nook with me. I had bought a new suspender belt, knickers and stockings. I could change in the toilets if I got the chance.

A waiter brought our drinks to one of the secluded leather sofas which were the hallmark of the Royal. A large glass of Chardonnay for Monica and a Perrier and lime for me. There were no other women customers there and only a few men tapping away on laptops and mobiles as the business day ended. The whole place had a tired feel to it. Monica took a large gulp of her wine and stared at me for a moment before speaking.

‘Do you think it would be very wrong to seduce one of my son’s friends?’

I spluttered my sip of Perrier back into the glass and glanced around hoping no one had noticed.

‘What?’

She put her hand to her face and lowered her head.

‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t even be thinking things like that. It’s just that I get so damned horny.’

She stole a glance at me to assess my reaction to her confession. I smiled sympathetically and placed my hand on her knee.

‘I’m a great believer in consenting adults doing whatever they like. But I should think very carefully about it. You have a fantastic body, those breasts are amazing. I’m not surprised Nigel’s friends try it on. You’re their perfect fantasy woman. But surely your husband must be satisfying you. He won the jackpot when he married you.’

I wasn’t buying her story. I was sure she got hit on all the time. Tonight she was wearing a low-cut blouse and even my eyes were constantly drawn to her cleavage. She must get propositioned several times a day. She started scrabbling in her handbag for a tissue and began to sob.

‘He’s a pig.’

Her story washed over me for the next half-an-hour. I signalled the waiter for fresh drinks and simply listened. I occasionally stroked her knee and for a moment we hugged. She had been something of a wild child in her youth, she confessed, but had started dating Nigel’s father in her late teens because he offered some kind of stability. He was five years older than she was. She admitted that if she hadn’t got pregnant with Trevor, her first son, the relationship probably wouldn’t have lasted.

Whilst she was looking at their marriage as a new beginning, for Howard it represented an end.

‘He turned into his father overnight. He even started smoking a pipe for a while. We stopped going out. We stopped having sex. I practically had to rape him and then I got Nigel. Don’t get me wrong, I love both my boys dearly, but I haven’t had sex for nearly a decade.’

I was shocked and it must have shown on my face. She told me they slept in separate rooms. That, I thought, explained the lack of women’s clothes in the room I’d screwed the boys in. Under my sceptical questioning she admitted that, yes, she was propositioned by her husband’s friends and business acquaintances. And, yes, that she was on occasion tempted.

‘But gölcük escort they are as boring as he is, their wives are my friends. I couldn’t do it to them.’

‘But you are thinking of screwing their sons?’

We had gone beyond the point where euphemisms were appropriate. She had told me that on their recent holiday in St Lucia she had been practically naked for the whole week wearing nothing but the skimpiest of bikinis and even that had not moved her husband.

‘I know, it’s awful isn’t it? It’s just that they’ve become so attentive and, you know, there’s a hunger in their eyes. I just want to get laid.’

I had to admire her. She had something which I would never have: poise. After the initial tears she had been quiet and composed. Even her final outburst was made with nothing but a slight gritting or her teeth to give the whisper emphasis. I took her hand and forced my eyes up from her glorious mounds to her eyes.

‘And what makes you think that I can help you? This is only the second time we have met.’

‘I know.’

I thought she was going to cry again and looked for my own bag to provide more tissues if necessary.

‘You struck me as a confident and outgoing woman when we first met. Someone who knows what she wants and goes and gets it when she sees it.’

‘You are so wrong.’

She waved my comment away.

‘But then listening to the boys talk about you, I just knew that I had to meet you. To seek your advice.’

I sipped my water and contemplated what to say next. I decided to lay out her options and let her decide, for all her tears and indecision, at heart she was a strong woman, I reasoned, and just needed my permission to do what she had already decided: to betray her husband.

‘If you want to get fucked tonight, this very evening, you have about fifteen choices.’

She smiled in a rather patronising way. She was assuming I was joking.

‘First, just continue to sit here for an hour. I guarantee one of these lonely men will proposition you. He’ll have a nice room upstairs and be delighted to get your motor started again.’

As if on cue the water came over to us.

‘The gentlemen at the bar have asked whether they can buy you a drink ladies.’

We looked across and there were two not-bad looking fifty year olds smiling across at us. Monica looked at me as if I might have set the whole thing up.

‘Please thank them for us, but tell them we are waiting for friends to take us to dinner. We appreciate their attention. Perhaps some other time.’

He smiled knowingly and left.

I grinned at her.

‘Make that sixteen. Second, you could get a room, order some champagne and call between one and all of Nigel’s friends. You’d have your choice of panting hunks hammering on the door in the time it took them to spray on their Lynx and catch a taxi over here.’

She burst out laughing. I was laughing too, because I knew I was right.

‘What’s the third option?’

‘I’m due to have dinner with two German buyers who are over here discussing contracts with local firms. They asked if I could bring a friend with me and I had to say no. I can text Otto now and tell him you will be joining us.’

‘You mean like a double date?’

She sounded interested.

‘Sort of.’

I looked at her. She had pulled a compact from her handbag and was rearranging sections of her already immaculately coiffured hair. She stretched her mouth with her tongue and picked out her lipstick to freshen it up.

‘Do you think they’ll like me?’

‘They’ll love you. You’ve entertained businessmen socially loads of times. Can I be completely candid with you?

‘Of course.’

I did not have her full attention. She was applying fresh eye shadow. I decided to hit her with the facts.

‘We will be charging them two hundred pounds to have dinner. When the meal ends they will ask if we want to go to their rooms and we’ll charge them another two hundred to sleep with them. You would be on a promise’

She stopped tinting her eyelid and slowly looked over the mirror and into my face. I looked back at her and gave a small nod.

‘Isn’t that rather a lot?’

Was not what I expected her to say. In fact of all the possible responses I had considered she might make from screaming at me to fainting clean away like a Victorian virgin, it didn’t even make the list. I smiled. It was the only way to stop myself laughing out loud.

‘We’re worth it.’

‘But I’ll be terribly rusty. It’s been a long time.’

She looked more concerned about committing an infraction of the trades description act, than her marriage vows. I faintly, very faintly, stroked the tip of the breast nearest to me on the pretext of brushing away a speck.

‘Once these puppies are unsheathed, they’ll be all over you. You won’t have to do a thing.’

She took a deep breath, took one last look in her mirror before snapping the compact shut, stowed it away and slowly half-turned so that she could face me directly.

‘If you’re sure they won’t be disappointed. I’ll izmit sınırsız escort do it.’

She could have modelled as a lottery winner with her expression of triumph. I leaned over to hug her and then picked up my phone.

‘Last chance to back out.’

I smiled and started to tap at the screen when her face suddenly melted into a look of sheer despair. She grabbed my hand and started apologising. The words were tumbling out of her.

‘That’s OK. I completely understand. This sort of thing is not to everyone’s taste, I just hope you won’t judge me.’

I was surprised to find that I was feeling a little disappointed that I would soon be dispatching her back to the suburbs.

‘No. You don’t understand.’

She kept hold of my hand and stole furtive glances over each shoulder before leaning closer to whisper.

‘I’m wearing my granny knickers.’

‘Your what?’

‘My granny knickers. You know the comfortable pairs you wear around the house. I’d die if someone saw me in them.’

I knew her well enough by now to know she wasn’t joking. I knew myself well enough to know that unless I said something quickly I’d soon start giggling and shortly after that be lying back on the sofa, kicking my legs in the air and howling with laughter. She was about to commit adultery and she was most worried about her underwear. Poor Howard’s day was surely done.

‘No problem.’

‘It isn’t?’

She looked slightly relieved but still unconvinced. I handed her the small carrier. She peeked inside.

‘We’re about the same size, at lease from the tummy down. If those knickers fit you can have them; if they don’t, just go commando. The suspenders and stockings will make you feel more risqué, try them if you like.’

He expression immediately sprang back to one of courage and delight as she prepared to stand.

‘Text them, I’ll be back in a minute. Suspenders.’

She simpered.

‘I haven’t worn those since… Well for a very long time. A different life.’

‘You might thank those two for their offer of a drink on your way to the loo.’

I couldn’t help but notice that the two men who had sent the waiter over had continued to stare longingly at us ever since.

‘It’ll help you get your flirt on.’

She almost skipped away whilst I texted Otto. I watched her chat briefly with our two admirers, touching each on the shoulders and giggling at a joke before disappearing. When I told my German contact we were already in the hotel bar he said they would come down straight away. I sat and waited for all three of them hoping that tonight went well. I realised I didn’t have any female friends of my own age, or thereabouts, with whom I could swap stories or share confidences about the more extreme edges of my sexuality without fear of judgement.

The men arrived and were like two German businessmen from central casting. I wondered whether they might be brothers. They were both tall, about six feet, slightly overweight with longer-than-cropped hair, but only just. They were, like Helmut when he was sober, exquisitely polite and assiduous in their concern that I had everything I needed. They ordered glasses of Riesling from the waiter and I explained that Monique – we had forgotten to arrange pseudonyms – would be with us shortly.

I saw her emerge from the Ladies and hand my small bag to the barman. They shared a joke too before she strode confidently across the room towards us. About halfway she suddenly stopped as she realised Otto and Dieter had already arrived. I waited a long few seconds while she looked as though she was deciding whether or not to make a run for it. She then pulled back her shoulders, almost dislodging a tray of drinks from the hand of a passing attendant with her boobs, and walked over to us smiling. I jumped up to make sure I got to her first.

‘Monique. This is Otto and Dieter. The gentlemen we were expecting. I was just explaining to them that though you are Monique and I was christened Suzette, in fact, we don’t have a drop of French blood between us.’

I probably needn’t have bothered; both men were hypnotised, you can guess by what. But she picked up the thread.

‘Delighted to meet you. You should have met us when we were younger, smoking Gauloise and drinking red wine by the bucketful. We used to make out our mothers had had affairs with film stars and given us the names to remind themselves of happier times.’

I had experienced the formality of German greetings before. But whereas Helmut, and Mr J when he was feeling Germanic, would bend smartly from the waist kiss my hand and stand straight up, Otto and Dieter executed the same manoeuvre in slow motion. Their eyes were glued on Monica’s cleavage to the point they could no longer see it. They would then peck her hand and quickly rise to the point it was sunrise time on planet boob and float back upright keeping their eyes on the cleft between her breasts the whole time. In any other situation, I would have mocked them incessantly. But I wasn’t being paid to make fun.

The two men were happy to take chairs and allow us to continue to enjoy the greater comfort of the low-slung sofa. A little discreet flashing on my part made sure their attention was not wholly fixed on one point. Monique enjoyed another glass of wine and I a water while they regaled us with tales of international travel and the particular intricacies of the products of the light engineering company they were employed by.

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As she turned into the parking lot she knew she shouldn’t stop but what the hell her husband wouldn’t be home for at least an hour and a half why shouldn’t she have one drink to take the edge off. Parking the truck around the far corner of the building so nobody would see it she quickly made her way inside the bar. The first thing she noticed was that obviously the “older” crowd “ran” the bar during the early evening but as the night progressed the younger crowd invaded and the older guys retreated home in defeat. Walking across the bar she could feel their eyes on her but was relived that the stares were not emphasized with hoops and hollers’ of “Hey baby I want some of what you is offering. Or “hey baby take a walk on the wild side.” You know the usual kid’s stuff that was so often the case with the younger crowd.

Approaching the bar she hopped up into the high stool and adjusted her skirt before crossing her legs. Before she could even ask the bartender was walking towards her with her drink in hand. “This one is on Billy in the corner, ” he said as he placed the drink in front of her and motioned with his head in Billy’s direction. Turning she smiled at Billy raised her glass to him and took a drink, mouthing the words “thank you” to him she turned back to the bar and savored her drink.

Sitting at the bar she sensed something was missing but yet couldn’t put her finger on it. Puzzled she shook her head in an attempt to shake the thought from her head but unsuccessful she sat and stewed over the difference as she sipped her drink. Well you know how you get when you are lost in thought your body carrying on various tasks but honestly you have no idea that you are doing anything. Well that was exactly what was happening at this very moment. You see the more she was lost in thought the quicker her hand lifted that glass to her lips and well before she knew it the glass was empty and two other’s had taken it’s place and now the fourth sat empty in her grip. When she finally did “snap” out of her deep thoughts she came to the realization that she was now “half snapped” herself.

The speakers around the bar snapped startling her as the jukebox came to life. Her heart raced in her chest she let out a little “yelp” then giggled softly as the men of the room looked over at her. Turning her back to them she wiped the sweat off her forehead and without making eye contact with the bartender ordered herself another drink. “The music! The music was missing!” she exclaimed proudly. The bartender smiled broadly at her and nodded his head in agreement. Satisfied that she had figured out what was missing she settled back in the chair and slowly churned her hips to the beat. God she felt like dancing. She could feel the “fingers” of the music as they caressed her body twisting her to the heavy bass beat. Then just as quick them “fingers” fled as the strong hand gripped her arm.

Turning slowly she gazed into the softest brown eyes she had ever seen in her life. The dark brown iris was sprinkled with a smattering of yellow the pupils shone as if filled with oil. Blinking she pulled back a bit and took in the stranger’s entire face. He had a strong jaw his long brown hair just barely touched his shoulders and he had at least two days growth of stubble. All in all he was kind of cute she thought, hell she found herself letting her eyes travel over his chest and downwards hoping to see the “whole package” if you know what I mean. She didn’t hear him the first time he asked her to dance but she did hear his second request and was soon slipping off the stool to join him. “Whew!” she exclaimed as she fell against him. The drinks were having an effect on her and well seeing as she had failed to move from her perch during the execution of four drinks her legs still needed a period of time to adjust to the alcohol coursing through her veins.

He caught her in his strong arms as she fell into him. Her face pressed against his chest she inhaled deep taking in his strong masculine scent and for a second fought off the urge to taste his flesh. He easily lifted her. Her feet, for a brief second, even lost contact with the floor. “You ok?” the stranger asked his strong hands holding her shoulders. Embarrassed she looked towards the ground and told him she was. Well looking down could have been a mistake cause when she did she couldn’t have possibly missed the large bulge in the stranger’s jeans. God! She hoped he was a janitor or something and the bulge was nothing more than a huge pile of keys or she had been missing out on what a real cock was.

You see her husband was the only man she had ever “been with” and even though his cock was slightly larger than the national average reported she had seen many others much larger in the various movies her husband had “forced” her to watch. Well he didn’t really force her she just made him think she didn’t enjoy watching such filth but honestly she had a collection of her own she kept hidden in the closet. She was the classic “closet nymph” case study. Her kocaeli escort neighbor’s all seen the prim and proper woman but the walls of her bedroom knew the truth, she was an insatiable “sex-a-holic” if such a thing existed. Along with her hidden movies were several toys of various lengths and girths. Some were for strictly clitoral stimulation others manufactured for g-spot agitation. She found herself wondering what his cock was made for. Would the girth be such that she would feel her clit being stroked with each plunge or would the curve of his manhood smash into her g-spot with each penetration.

The crotch of her panties began to heat up as once again her mind tossed around thoughts. The stranger who held her up became an inanimate object he was no longer a man. He had become nothing more than a structure, one with an unknown treasure, a treasure she knew she wanted. Even if she could just hold it, feel her fingers slide along its length. To squeeze it and feels it’s texture. Her clit was tingling now she had to fight off the urge to reach down and rub it. His words brought her back to reality. His one hand moved down her back and came to rest on the small of her back. She willingly followed him out onto the dance floor. Squeezing her buttocks tight as she walked in a failed attempt to pacify the tingling of her clit.

By the time they reached the dance floor, the faster bass beat had been replaced by a slower one. The stranger calmly took hold of her and eased her body against his and waltzed her around the room. His body was so warm she found herself clinging to his chest her head lay upon his shoulder her eyes closed tight her fingers lazily stroking his back slid upwards to play with his hair as she was completely consumed by his being. She loved the way he held her. His thick fingers of one hand gripped her hip the other resting on the small of her back his fingers stretching downwards to lay along the top of her buttocks.

Lifting her head from his shoulder she felt the electricity race through her cheek as it brushed his, the course stubble scratched her fair skin. With her arms around his neck she played with his hair as she gazed into his eyes. Sweeping his hair back behind his ears so she could once again look into his beautiful brown eyes. The eyes that at one time were open so wide were now half closed and filled with what she would best describe as lust. Her fingers slid through his hair gripping his head she traced his cheeks with her thumbs then without warning pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him. The kiss caught the stranger by surprise she could tell cause his first instinct was to pull away but she had a grip on his head and well her tongue has slipped past his lips and now gently caressed his.

She felt the hand on her back slide down over her ass and grip her buttocks pulling her towards him. His tongue that until now lay dormant in the bottom of his mouth came alive and swirled around hers his lips closed in a soft oval she felt the subtle tug at her tongue as he softly sucked at it. Breaking the kiss she gasped at the sudden change of events. The pounding of her heart filled her head as the reality of the situation settled into her conscious. Here she was kissing a complete stranger in a bar while her husband was probably at home waiting for her. It was then and only then that she felt “it”. It of course being, the massive length of hot flesh that ran half the length of the stranger’s leg and still seemed to be growing.

Forgetting all about her husband she dropped an arm from around the stranger’s neck and slid it between them. Goosebumps formed on the back of her neck when the tips of her fingers felt the thick cylinder shape of a cock running beneath the stranger’s jeans. Jesus she had to stoop a little to run her fingers the full length of his cock the thick head of his cock pulsed under the tips of her fingers. She could feel a wet spot on his jeans as she circled the tip of his cock with her fingers. Sliding her hand back she took hold of the cock hiding in his jeans and gave it a firm squeeze. His fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of her ass as she did so and his head fell onto her shoulder his soft wet tongue swirled across her flesh as he kissed the base of her neck his breathing becoming ragged as she continually ran her fingers along his thick shaft.

“Oh God!” he whispered his whole body shaking as he clung to her. Funny how things change minutes ago it was she clinging to him fighting off the effects of alcohol now it was his turn to cling to her but instead he was fighting off and impending orgasm. Her fingers left his cock her palm spread out across his taunt stomach and moved steadily up his chest. She pushed him back away from her and looked him in the eye before spinning around and walking towards the rest rooms at the rear of the bar.

He stood there like an idiot not sure if she wanted him to follow or if the game was over and he should find his seat and stay there. He watched kocaeli rus escort her turn and head down the hallway his cock was throbbing wildly almost painfully in his jeans and all he knew whether she wanted him to follow or not. He had no choice but to head to the bathroom himself as there was no way he could sit with his cock in this position. Just as soon as she had disappeared around the corner his feet were in motion. He hurried towards the bathroom his hand in front of his crotch hiding his obvious excitement from his buddies in the bar. At the far end of the narrow hallway was the ladies room and half way down the same hall was the entrance to the men’s room. At first he walked right past the men’s room door and had his hand on the ladies door about to push it open and rush in and fuck her brains out but at the last second he decided against it and with his head hung low he trotted off to the boy’s room to relieve himself.

Meanwhile in the farthest stall from the door she sat on the toilet her dress pulled up around her waits her one hand buried in her panties furiously rubbing her clit as she licked the fingers that had been playing with his cock. Fuck she was hot! Alcohol had most always affected her this way but she had always been able to control herself till she and her husband had arrived back to the sanctuary of their home. She plunged three fingers of one hand into her mouth, sucking them hungrily, sliding them back and forth across her tongue imagining it was a thick hot cock fucking her mouth. Wet sucking sounds filled the tiny stall as her mouth filled with saliva coating her fingers before trickling from the corners of her mouth.

The fingers of her other hand rubbed her clit faster and faster her hips rose her thighs spread allowing her hand full access to her hot dripping pussy. The smell of her secretions filled the air, her nipples throbbed and grew under her blouse until each nipple rubbed itself raw against the stiff fabric of her bra. She ripped open her blouse and unsnapped her bra her breast fell free of its confines but yet remained high on her chest her nipples pointing skyward as they begged for attention. She pulled and tugged and twisted each nipple her other hand frantically caressing her overheated pussy she quickly approached orgasm. “Whew, oh God! Yesssss.” Her whole body convulsed her hips shot up off the toilet her fingers invaded her spasms filled cunt as she came. “Oh God yes! Shit yeah,” she moaned. Inhaling through clenched teeth she pulled her fingers from her pussy and licked them clean loving the taste of her sweet wet cunt on her fingers.

Licking her fingers clean she sat for a moment and composed herself before even attempting to get dressed. It didn’t take long before her mind was again focused on the stranger’s cock. She just had to see it. Maybe she could convince him to just let her take a look at it. You know study it she could explain how she had always thought that the actors she saw in the movies were fitted with a synthetic cock and no one man had a real cock that big. She laughed at herself, like right, what man in his right mind would let some total stranger take a look at his cock She came up with a plan maybe if she also offered to suck his cock maybe then he would be willing to let her see it. So there in that stall is where her life took a detour she was about to see only the second real cock in her life. Not only see, but, suck it as well and the mere thought both shamed and excited her.

She decided to ditch the bra at this point and quickly removed it and stuffed it into her purse before slipping back into her blouse leaving the top three buttons undone this time. She stood in front of the long narrow counter and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Fixing her hair she washed her face and then patted it dry. She examined her form in the mirror turning to the left and right to ensure her blouse was tucked in. Inhaling deep she couldn’t help but catch whiff of her pussy. Shit she should have slipped off her panties they were soaking wet with her juices now and surely anyone within a foot or two of her would make no mistake as to what she had been up to. Her saturated panties joined her bra in her purse.

She strutted out of the bathroom and walked quickly down the narrow corridor towards the main bar area. She was shocked to see that many of the patrons had already headed home for the night, no doubt most were married men and they knew that arriving home late for dinner meant they were on the shit list for the night and that almost always meant no tail before bed. She was happy to see “her” man had not left yet. He had moved his beer over to the bar to where she had been sitting and now sat smiling at her as she made her way towards him. Rising as she approached he pulled her stool out for her and took her hand to help steady herself as she hopped up onto the stool. The bartender appeared out of nowhere and placed another drink in front of her izmit ucuz escort and was gone before she could protest.

She turned her stool to face the stranger and for the first time realized that he had put on his jacket. His jacket was one of them full length things you often see spies and sleuths wearing in the older movies you know the ones that end just below their knees. What she saw next excited her more than anything had ever before. The stranger’s jeans were open fully and his thick vein encircled cock lay half flaccid along his inner thigh. Her eyes met his she could see the fear in his eyes not sure if she would approve of his actions or slap him across the face and run screaming from the bar. To be honest she didn’t expect this turn of events and yes she her first thought was to run from the bar find the nearest police station and report the incident. However when she looked back down between the stranger’s thighs she saw his cock twitch and then slowly begin to rise.

Looking down the bar, she saw that the bartender’s had been distracted by the new couple who had taken a seat at the far end of the bar, and before the stranger could react her fingers had taken hold of his beautiful cock. Shit his cock was so hot and soft but yet firm she couldn’t help but squeeze it tight. Slowly she began to slide her fist back and forth along its length her eyes widened as his shaft continued to grow under her caresses until she could feel it lying along her forearm each time her fingers caressed his balls. “Mmm, you like my cock don’t you honey?” Damn it under any other situation she would have taken offense to a man other than her husband calling her honey but due to the circumstances she let it go. Turning till her shoulders were squared to his, her thighs pushed between his thus forcing him to spread his legs she dropped her other hand down to his cock and began to stroke him with both hands.

Fuck his cock was huge! It was far bigger than even the gag vibrator her girlfriends had bought for her for her at her “stag”. She could still remember the giggles and gasps when she opened it that day. But smiled smugly to herself knowing that if any of the girl’s had any idea how good, what they had intended as a gag gift, felt sliding in and out of her. They themselves would have been rushing back to the store to get one of their own. However what she now held in her hands wasn’t a toy it was a real cock! And what a cock it was! She couldn’t even get her fingers to meet around this monster. Hell her toy was thick but she could easily get her fingers around it, there was no way in hell she was about to be able to do so with this cock. The head of his prick was leaking pre cum profusely now she could feel the warm slick stickiness of it under her fingers, as she pulled the thick foreskin up over the bulbous head then stretched it back exposing the plum shaped tip.

Christ she was hot! Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation of how this monster was going to feel as it drove up inside her. The tip stretching her open then being driven deeper, the thick blue veins that snaked their way along his shaft rippling along the sleek inner walls of her pussy, her muscles constricting attempting to impede his cock’s advance but failing miserably when he took hold of her waist and yanked her towards his bucking hips. She could feel a puddle forming under her as she sat there and watched both her hands slide methodically up and down his shaft. Her fingers coated in a thin film of his pre cum ran effortlessly along the smooth flesh. She now wondered if the idea of removing her panties had been a good one cause sitting as they were, she was forced to lean slightly forward with each down ward stroke, and upon sitting back, her one fist twisting the head of his cock as the other jerked the upper portion of his shaft repeatedly she found that the puddle had spread.

She was dizzy now, panting, in her hands she held the type of cock she had always figured to be only available in plastic, fantasies, or her dreams. She could smell his secretions now, her mouth watered. She shifted forward on her stool and worked her legs around till she had one leg draped over either of his knees. It startled her when he pulled her stool across the ceramic floor. The loud screeching caused many of the other patrons to look over at them, she was relieved to find that after a quick glance. Their privacy was returned. Their foreheads met both gazed downwards between their bodies, his hands felt so good sweeping back and forth over her calves a suppressed moan echoed between their bodies when his one hand disappeared under her skirt and the back if his fingers grazed her swollen pussy.

Her grip tightened. Removing one hand from his cock she sat back slightly, lifting his eyes to her he watched as she spread her fingers. Strung between her fingers was a fine web of his seminal fluids, her tongue eased from her mouth and she looked him directly in the eyes as she licked her fingers clean of his fluids. “God you taste so good!” she panted, her tongue lapping at the palm of her hand seeking any trace of his sweet tasting cream. She felt his cock thicken in her fist as she spoke, a wicked naughty grin creased her mouth realizing that maybe he was the type that enjoyed talking while making love, telling their lover what they wanted, what they liked.

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‘Oh my god,’ thought Emma, ‘I can’t believe I’m about to do this!’ She had thought for a while about it… going naked, through a crowded mall… she had fantasized about it for a while, but never thought about actually doing it… until now. So there she stood, about 200 feet from the mall, on a secluded hill beside a small forest. She decided to take her clothes off there, so she’d have longer to walk to get her clothes at the end. She stripped down… taking her shoes off, then her socks… shirt, skirt, bra and panties, and finally she was completely naked. She blushed a little, but smiled, knowing what she was about to do.

Covering herself, she walked towards the mall. Slowly at first, but she picked up the pace once she realized just how many people were there. She quickly got to the doors of the huge place… she had planned it all out… she would go in, find a map, visit a few stores, buy some things and leave. Some money gripped tightly in her hands, she opened the door and felt the cool air conditioning on her bare skin. She looked around, seeing how many people were looking at her. She was wet already. She uncovered herself and started walking, a bit more slowly. izmit escort She wanted to save herself for the mall, and… well, she certainly had. Emma went through the packed mall, seeing the giant sunroof as she approached a map. “Hmm…” she bent right over, hoping people stared. She looked at the map, finding a few good stores.

Emma walked slowly towards the music store. She went in and browsed for a few minutes before walking out. She tried to keep herself hidden as much as possible, because, though the town she lived in didn’t mind nudity, it was frowned upon in small stores such as that one. She kept walking, this time picking her pace up a little, this time to an ice cream shop. “Ooh,” she said, looking at all the flavours they had. The cashier looked at her in shock.

“Um, can… can I help you, miss?” the man said, looking at her body questioningly.

“Yes, I’ll have a scoop of vanilla, please…” The man nodded and scooped it out as quickly as he could, trying not to pop a boner. He handed it to her and she payed the man. “Thank you,” she said, leaving the store. She went, then, to a jewelry store. Not to buy anything; kocaeli ucuz escort just to browse. Again, the cashier looked at her weirdly. She left the jewelry store quickly, after her horniness grew too large to handle.

She went to leave the mall, then then had a thought. ‘Wait… I could… no…’ She looked around, walking to a nearby bench. She shrugged. ‘Why not? When am I ever gonna do this again?’ she spread her legs wide and, after a few seconds of people observing her, she started rubbing herself. “Ah…” she closed her eyes, though opened them again quickly, making eye contact with passers by. She transitioned from rubbing her pussy to fingering herself. She inserted a finger slowly, getting faster and more vigorous, and eventually she orgasmed, getting a lot of people’s attention as she came loudly. She got up, walking away quickly, hoping nobody had seen the mess she had made on the bench. She ran outside, going through the crowd of people, only to find out, when she got to the hill, that her clothes had been taken.

Oh, this was going to be a fun afternoon.

She ran past people, darıca escort hoping they could see her… not bothering to cover up… she looked at the wandering eyes of the people walking down the street. Her house was not too far from here, but… she thought she’d take the long way around. She smiled and went across the road, passing by a few random women, and almost running straight into a man. She apologized and kept going. There was a park right by here. She was getting wet again. She walked right up to it, feeling the cool air on her nipples. She looked over at the event that was going on… some kind of festival. Full of people. She walked, slowly, through the crowd, getting wetter as she did so. Her nudity did seem to draw some attention, and she was loving it. She smiled wider as she finally got to the other side of the park. She kept on going, her house still a few blocks away.

She finally got to her street and ran up, wanting to get home as quickly as possible so she could masturbate again. She ran up the street and got to her house… the last one on the block. Eventually she got there and realized she didn’t have her key. Though, she knew something like this might happen eventually, so luckily she had an extra one under the doormat. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, feeling the tile floor underneath her bare feet. Finally she sat down on her couch, with her blinds wide open, and fingered herself again. She decided to spend the rest of the day naked. Maybe even longer than that.

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