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Hot hitchhiker horror continued….

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Brad drove on into the scrub and the setting sun. He spotted the Athol Grove turn-off this time, and stuck to the road beyond there. It was getting on dusk when the small grading of gravel became two wheel tracks, then the trees closed in, and there was a huge bump before the 4WD bounced from the scrub to hit a broader, gravel road. They had landed directly across and needed to decide left or right. There was no sign.

“I think left,” Isabel said. She had buttoned her dress fully and was sitting properly in her seat with her seatbelt fastened.

Brad had not gotten it right all afternoon, so he decided her choice of directions was worth a try. The broad, smooth road entered a stand of pines where the shadows were deep and dark. There was a small stream to cross, and when the road emerged from the timber, there was a driveway to what looked like an abandoned service station. The building had a glass front section that could have been a café, and it had a dull, candy-striped awning. There was a house extending from the back. To the side was a large workshop with a faded, brown sign on top: Dalton’s Scrapyard.

“Hey, look—they’ve even got a cabin to rent,” Brad said as he pulled up in front of the awning. There was a large caravan and annex under a sprawling shade tree. It was brightly painted and had a small garden and neatly trimmed lawn.

He looked at Isabel. She still had the puppy eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her. “Should I ask if it’s available for the night?”

“If you want to,” she uttered softly. “You can have me anywhere you want… Or just take me home to keep.”

Brad kissed her again—hard.

An old man appeared, ambling from the side of the service station. There was a huge man behind him who hung back kind of bobbing his head and shoulders, trying to see who had come to visit, it seemed. The guy was massive with narrow shoulders and a barrel shaped abdomen and knees that touched with his boots wide apart and pigeon-toed inward. He was craning his neck, excitedly trying to see in the vehicle.

Brad lowered his window. “I have a tractor part here for Victor Turak of Dalton. Am I in the right place?”

“That’s me,” the old man replied, leaning down to look across at Isabel. He grinned. His breath was like petrol fumes. “You got my new ram? Been waiting long enough,” he went on gruffly.

“Sorry. It took some time to get on order. It was an older model that had to come from overseas apparently.” Brad showed the guy to the back of the 4WD. The part was in a metre-long wooden box that weighed enough that help had been needed to lift it in.

There was a delivery docket that the old man scribbled his signature on. “Boy!” he called out, and the bigger man approached, still bobbing his head and shoulders and eyeing the inside of the vehicle as he got close enough to see through the tinted windows. “Get that, Boy!” the older man commanded, and Boy lifted the box and tipped it up onto his shoulder with ease.

Brad’s height didn’t even reach the guys chin. He was the biggest human he had ever seen in real life. He had buck teeth and a broad, flat forehead. His eyes were small and set too close to his nose and far too deep into his skull. At that, he was also cross-eyed, Brad noticed. He lurched off around the corner of the building carrying the tractor part as if it were nothing.

“Mama’s got hot meatloaf and fresh coffee brewing,” the old man announced, slapping an arm around Brad’s shoulder as if he was suddenly a long-lost relative come to visit.

“No, thanks. We’ve already eaten!” Isabel announced just as forthrightly. She had gotten from the vehicle and stood on the side-step looking over the roof.

“We were wondering if the cabin was available for the night?” Brad asked. “We’re good for food and all, but it’s been a long day driving to find this place.”

The old man rubbed his chin. “That right, Girl? You want to stay the night?”

“Yes,” Isabel replied, kind of meekly that time.

“Just the one night, eh?” The old man included Brad in the question that time. He was grinning between the two of them and nodding his head.

“Yes. For just one night,” Isabel answered him. “That’s all—”

He chuckled. “Well, I suppose our fine cabin here is available for the night.” He had taken Brad by the shoulder again. His grip was of iron, and he was kneading a neck muscle with his thumb. “I think you young folks might find our cabin mighty comfy after a long day out on the road.”

“Very good. Do we sign in somewhere? I have cash,” Brad offered.

They were strolling toward the cabin. Isabel had taken Brad’s hand and was clinging to it. She kept him between her and the weird old man.

“Let’s worry about payment when you check out in the morning, eh?”

“Fine. Thank you.” Brad waved as the old man turned and ambled off. The big guy was back, but the old man turned him away and pushed him through a gate and closed it.

Isabel was already in the cabin somewhere. Brad heard her steps coming from deep within and returning to the open door where she appeared smiling broadly and looking at him with her puppy eyes.

“One second,” Brad said to her, and he quickly moved the 4WD over to the cabin, grabbed his bag and locked up.

The entry to the cabin was the annex section attached to the caravan. There was an open bathroom door with a toilet visible. Isabel was standing in a living area with her arms behind her back and her chest forward, still grinning as she was obviously waiting. Brad pointed to the toilet, and she nodded. He found that room to be surprisingly spotless. It was sparkling clean, and there was a fresh floral aroma in the air. There was a pile of fluffy towels on a stand beside the shower cubicle. There was a vanity with soaps and a mirrored cabinet stocked with a range of toiletries. It was well set up for any female occupants and had items for men as well.

“This is very clean,” he said to Isabel when he approached her sitting on a long blanketed couch. There was a polished wooden dining set and a fully equipped kitchen.

“Yes, it is very clean,” Isabel replied, standing and peering up at him. There were even fresh flowers in a vase on the bench.

Brad took Isabel’s hand and led her to the bedroom. He turned her to face him with her back to the bed. He lifted her chin and kissed her lips. “It’s been years since I’ve been with someone so young and pretty,” he said to her. “Haven’t had much of this at all lately.”

“You can have me now,” she uttered softly. “You can have everything you’ve been thinking about today—however you want me,” she added sensually, looking directly into his eyes.

Brad’s penis firmed instantly. It lifted and hardened almost painfully at the look of her—at the slight parting of her lips and the total submission in her stare.

He claimed her. He lowered her to the bed and dropped on top of her, forcing her legs open with his thighs and grinding his bulge into her crotch during another deep, searching kiss. Her legs had fallen aside, and her arms had flopped above her head. She was twirling hair in her fingers as he knelt and ripped his shirt off. Her eyes widened as they caressed his chest, and she let out a tiny giggle.

Brad undid the buttons of her dress and opened it. He left it parted either side of her on the bed and looked at her breasts. They had goose-bumps, and her nipples were tight. He cupped both mounds and thumbed the firm little raspberries. She was watching his hands. She hummed softly as he bent to one nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He had to move down the bed to get at them, and he worked his jeans and shorts off and pulled her little, chequered panties from her legs while sucking from one nipple to the other.

He moved back to her lips and tasted them. Her legs had fallen open again, and he felt between them to find her very wet. Lowering down fully on top of her, he curled his hips, entering and surging up inside of her. She bit his lip, and her fingernails dug into his back. He withdrew then surged again, lifting her slender body and thrusting deep into it.

Brad kept the pretty young face in his hands so he could kiss those cherry-bomb lips at will. He supported his upper body on his elbows and cradled her head while humping with his lower body, building a steady rhythm. He had been aroused all day, so it was difficult to be controlled and patient. He wanted to just take her selfishly, and he could have. She was clinging to his back with those painted nails, but her legs were limp either side of his, and what he wanted—what he needed—was there for the taking.

Brad lost all control. A frenzy of powerful thrusts ended in a tremendous climax that had him crushing the slender young thing to his body and trying to fill her with the burst of ecstasy that exploded from within him.

When his climax abated, he held her face again, smoothing her hair aside and kissing her clumsily. “Oops—lost it a bit there.”

She took a breath under his weight. “That’s okay. It was nice.”

Brad was still firm inside of her. He withdrew and inserted again. Her eyes closed and slowly opened.

She grinned. “Come shower with me? We’re all sweaty now.”……

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Hot sex and horror in the Aussie outback. Preview Fresh Meat on  Amazon US  Amazon UK  Amazon AU

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Hot hitchhiker horror…

fresh-meat-1The road rolled beneath the smooth, powerful vehicle. It had been an hour since Kangaroo Flat with a number of small roads branching off left and right. The signpost for Athol Grove was at a crossroad pointing right. It said fifty-five kilometres, which would be about an hour with a short stop to deliver the tractor part factored in.

Isabel had dozed off with her legs swayed toward Brad. Her head had rocked against the door, and her lips were relaxed with a light, contented smile. Brad could see up the skirt of her dress to her chequered panties.

The girl’s half my age. What am I thinking?

He watched the road but kept glancing to have another look at her exposed like that. He looked up from her slender young thighs to meet her well-knowing, slightly animated gaze. He couldn’t help another quick flash down to her open dress as well.

He shook his head. Oh, boy…

“What?” she asked sweetly.

“Nothing. Just—” He looked her over again, glancing sideways. “You’re not like, fifteen or something are you, Isabel? You’re not a runaway?”

“Do I look only fifteen?”

“Damned if I know with you girls. Fifteen, twenty—who can tell?”

She was fixing her hair, plucking at it in the vanity mirror on the sun-visor. With her arms raised, Brad could see her small, white breast and firm little nipple in through her dress. There were actually two buttons undone, he noticed, swallowing hard again.

“Well, how old are you?” she asked.

“Pushing forty.”

Brad let his eyes lower to her thighs again. It had been months since he was last with a woman. It had been twenty years since he was last with a slender girl.

“Well, I’m pushing twenty something. So, is a fifteen year age difference too much?”

Brad looked at her. She was smiling.

“Well, is it?”

“Too much for what?” It was in no way too much for him. She was legal.

“Too much for what you’re obviously thinking,” she shot at him with eyebrows raised.

“You know what I’m thinking?”

“You’re thinking the same thing you men are always thinking,” she said, without meeting his sideways glance that time. “Except, I don’t mind you thinking that.”

“You don’t?”

She glanced. “No.”

Brad had to watch the road—or gravel track as it was—but he managed to find time to look his increasingly interesting travel partner over again. She had moved her legs down from the seat, so he could no longer see her panties, but the short skirt of her sundress was bunched up beneath her and only just concealed them. With the two buttons at the top of her dress undone, the fabric gaped and sagged, allowing him a view of a lot of pure white skin even with her sitting back as she was.

She was wearing a tiny gold leaf pendant on a thin chain. “Do you like it?” she asked, shifting around to face him and fiddling with the pendant.

“It’s pretty,” Brad answered.

With her legs swaying back toward him, her thighs had parted to reveal the crotch of her panties again. He swerved back onto the road after having veered from it momentarily. She giggled and bit her bottom lip then applied some cherry-bomb gloss.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” she asked.

“Sure! Where?”

She pointed to a rocky hill in the distance to the left of the road. “Up there. It’s a really nice view, and we could stop for a while.”

There was a fork in the road. “That way?” Brad asked.

She shrugged. “I forget the exact way. The roads all look the same around here if you ask me.”

The fork looked like it was headed in the general direction of the rocky hill. Brad figured with the country being so flat and open, he would be able to find his way back easily enough.

The girl was looking at him as much as he was checking her out. He flexed his bicep once or twice when he felt her eyes. He had powerful thighs that were nicely defined by his jeans. The vehicle was automatic, so he was able to sit relaxed with his legs open and his package bulging with the state of his arousal. While they chatted, she would be watching his face, and he had no trouble keeping a smile on it.

There were three other intersections and choices of roads to be taken before a short, steep climb up a rocky trail to a promontory overlooking the arid expanse of country they had been travelling. Brad pulled up and turned off the engine. The girl was sitting there with a light smile on her face, uninterested in the scenery, it seemed.

She looked at Brad’s open packet of beef jerky in the centre console. “Have you been eating that?”

“This morning. Before we met,” Brad explained, remembering her aversion to meat.

“Do you have a toothbrush in your bag?” she asked, pleadingly. “Would you mind—before um—?”

Brad got out his toothbrush and quickly complied with the entirely reasonable request, spitting out his open door. The girl watched, kneeling on her seat at that point.

“Thanks,” she uttered sweetly.

Brad tossed his toiletries bag into the back seat and claimed her with a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to his mouth and kissing her. “You’re welcome,” he said and kissed her again.

For all of her apparent confidence, she was very submissive. Her body relaxed, and she moaned softly as he searched her mouth with his tongue. When he relented and sought her eyes, he found them glazed with willingness.

She was sitting in her seat again with her legs swayed together. The storage section of the car was taken up by the tractor part. The back seat had the cooler and Brad’s overnight bag. He pulled them aside. Isabel just watched as he reached down beside her and released the catch to lay her seat back. She touched his chest, feeling him through his shirt with delicate fingers and long, lightly penetrating nails painted purple. Brad kissed her hand and placed it back on his chest as he lowered to her parted lips again, tasting them and drawing in her sweet young essence as his penis firmed.

It was a roomy vehicle. He put an arm around her and lifted up her dress, her body shuddering as she half giggled and half squealed. Her stomach tensed and quivered, and her bottom lifted as he felt her belly and hips. He was kissing her again, though, and her moan went into his mouth. He kissed her chin and her neck, and he slipped two more buttons open on her dress and parted it to reveal her breasts. Her firm young body then undulated as he kissed his way lower and pulled a tight nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it and held it as he reached back down with his free hand and smoothed over her quivering belly to cup her chequered panties.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she gripped his head and pulled his hair. She ground against his hand and thrust her chest upward. She had arched up off the seat, and Brad slipped more fully beneath her. He moved his arm from the back of the seat and reached around to hold her and feel one breast while sucking on the other one. He kept her in place on his lap and used his fingers to keep pace with her wild lower body gyrations against his hand. He felt into her wetness through the thin fabric, and as she neared her climax, he slipped his hand down the front of the tiny garment and inserted fingers into her. He then just held her as her body convulsed, her legs clamping together and crushing his hand, her arm gripping his head and holding him to her breast.

Brad waited for the girl to come back from wherever her mind had taken her. Her eyes rolled and focused on his. She bit her lip and smile, her cheeks flushed, her body again softly convulsing as he removed his hand from down her panties.

“Um… That was um—”

“That was fun,” Brad finished for her. He was painfully erect but was thinking about where he could take her in order to meet his own desires. He could have her right then and there. The glazed look of submission was still in her eyes. He could sit her on his lap or bend her over the bonnet of the 4WD if he chose to, but he wanted something else. He needed to be pressed fully against her beautiful young body—to be on top of her and between those long, slender legs.

“You can stay with me tonight, yeah? When we get to Athol Grove, you can spend the night with me?”

“Okay,” she uttered softly. “If you want.”

“Oh, I want,” he breathed, taking her lips again and drawing in her exciting young essence. “I say we get back on the road, drop this stupid tractor part off, and find a room.”

She giggled. “Okay. I like that idea.”

Brad took another taste of her lips then extracted himself from beneath her. He helped her lift the seat back up and watched her fix her dress. It was still open, and she looked from her breasts to meet his gaze, waiting a moment until he turned away, smiling and shaking his head, then she tugged her dress closed and refastened two of the buttons.

“Going to need to find that room fast,” Brad declared.

She was smiling. “Okay.” She tucked her legs up on the seat and laid her head against the backrest, her pretty eyes wide and sparkling as she rested there looking at him…..

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Hot sex and horror in the Aussie outback. Preview Fresh Meat on Amazon US  Amazon UK  Amazon AU

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“Out here, though. Not in bed,” she whispered…

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David grabbed the bag of Chinese food and hurried home. Clair was still in the bath, and he built a fire to take the edge off the evening chill. He set up in the lounge with the food and some beers and turned on the television. The steamy, perfumed air was drifting down the hall, so he figured bath-time was over. He waited, and she emerged from the hall in a short flannel bathrobe and sheepskin slippers. She sat beside him on the lounge.

“That was nice,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a rain-water bath before.”

“Part of the service, ma’am,” David quipped. “That’s special fried rice and that’s boiled,” he added.

She seemed a bit different. He wondered about that as he filled his plate and she filled hers. Everybody Loves Raymond was on the television.

“I can’t believe what you did with Mandy. Brent was gob-smacked,” David started, breaking a silence.

“Mandy’s beautiful. I didn’t have to do much.”

“That’s true—she is beautiful. But that was some dress!”

“It’s not really. It’s just slinky and cut low.”

David chuckled. “I noticed it was cut low. So did Brent.”

“Well, he’s supposed to notice,” Clair shot back, giggling along and seemingly beginning to relax.

They watched that old episode of Everybody Loves Raymond and the next one, sharing some laughs and chatting about what they each liked on television in general, and agreeing on comedy but splitting on sport versus true crime and craft or cooking shows.

The food had been set aside, and Clair had her legs up on the lounge. David was touching a bare knee and edging his way forward and closer to her. She was leaning in a bit too.

He met her lips once, then again, more forcefully. “Is it my turn yet?” he said.

“Hmm—is it your turn,” she repeated calculatingly. “I’m not so sure about this.”

“Not sure about what?” he had taken another kiss. She was responding. He could see where the bathrobe was opening below her waist. She had on a shiny sky-blue negligee beneath it. Maybe it was satin, he thought. It was short.

“I’m not sure about what we’re doing here,” she said. “What do you think we’re doing?”

David drew on his new code. “We’re having fun… No strings.”

“Are we?”

“I’m having fun,” he said, going for her neck and biting it, making her giggle and squirm back against the arm of the leather lounge.

He was then lying beside her and tugging at her robe tie. She allowed that, and he opened her robe to find her body lightly veiled in a thin wisp of satin. He had decided it was satin. He could see the impression of her navel and her nipples, and that of a thin strip of pubic hair. His hand was upon her hip, and there was no under-garment beneath the negligee that he could feel.

He kissed her again, rubbing up from her hip to feel a breast. She moaned into his mouth, and he pinched her nipple, and her warm, slender body undulated against his side as he rolled half on top of her.

She turned her head away, though, and pushed against his chest. David lifted from her, giving her room. She looked at him, calculating again. “No strings, though, right?”

“Yeah, or we could watch more Raymond instead,” David answered, grinning and thumbing back at the television that was running another old episode with the volume turned down.

She frowned at him, but it looked deliberate.

He bent to her lips again and kissed her while holding her eyes. She was still calculating. He could see her mind ticking over. He tilted his head the other way and kissed her again, still holding her eyes in question as to whether or not he should back off. He didn’t want to back off. His hand was upon her hip once more, and he gripped her there as he moved to her neck then her ear. “My turn now?” he whispered.

She had taken hold of his head, hugging it as he squeezed her hip and pulled her upward against his thigh. “Out here, though. Not in bed,” she whispered hotly back into his hair.

She then kept hold of his head as he kissed his way down to her chest, nuzzling between her breasts while he gripped her other hip as well and found the bottom of her negligee. He peered up at her face as he kissed her hot skin, but her head was turned away, so he accepted that and nibbled a nipple through satin. He bit and held it while her body undulated again, and he lifted the satin garment and exposed her breasts. He then closed his eyes and took that nipple into his mouth, claiming it gently between his teeth and softly sucking on it.

David’s mind was all-consumed with the sheer beauty of the woman virtually quivering beneath him. Her body was taut yet delicately smooth and tender. Her skin was radiating pure sexual energy and the sweet perfume of the bath-oils she had been soaking in. He wanted to eat her alive and couldn’t contain that notion as he moved to the other breast and sucked and bit on it.

He had worked his way between her legs, or they had parted and were guiding him as he responded to her hands still in his hair and kissed his way down her belly. He peered up again, but her head was still turned away and had flung back as well. She was pushing him lower, impatiently. He kissed her pubic hair. It was short and neatly trimmed. He kissed his way down as her moist scent overpowered the sweet aroma of her bath and tingled the hair on the back of his neck, lifting it and setting off an instinctive surge of animal passion that made him want to growl when he ate into her.

She let out a deep, sensual moan and gripped his hair and ground herself against his mouth. He still held her hips, and he parted her from beneath with his thumbs, holding her up off the lounge and feasting on her. The quivering of her flesh had intensified into spasmodic convulsions as she writhed upward, jamming her head into the cushion to support herself, with one hand still pulling David’s hair and the other arm flung back over the arm of the lounge.

David took his turn. He took it, and didn’t stop taking it until Clair was panting away with an arm over her face and her thighs clamped together, and her hand still in his hair as he kissed her little strip of fur and tasted her belly again.

He kissed his way up to her satin covered breasts and nuzzled beneath her arm to kiss her face. He met her lips, and she felt for his firmness as she kissed him back. “Do you have something?” she asked, squeezing him in her soft little hand.

She slid her hand inside his track-pants, closing her fingers around his erection. He had a condom in his pocket. He had that open as she freed him from his pants. He rolled it on while she turned and pressed back against him. She felt for him and guided him as he moved in behind her. She still had hold of his head, and she gripped the back of his neck and ground herself onto the thrust of his pelvis.

“No strings,” she whispered into his ear, biting it as the animalistic passion surged within his back and thighs, propelling him into her heat and wetness. “No strings,” she uttered again, but her voice ended in a moan, and David was beyond thinking or caring.

He had one arm lowered and his hand pressed to the floor to support his weight. He held her body with his other arm, her breast in his hand as he slapped his body loudly against her until she cried out, writhing and moaning. He thrust into her one last time and cried out too, bucking and grinding against her.

He receded from within but kept hold of her, and she relaxed against his chest, swivelling around to fiddle with his t-shirt.

“Tarzan,” she said, peering up with a smile.

David did a mock Tarzan cry.

She giggled.

“I’m hungry again,” she said……

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Short excerpt from the romantic suspense novel AKA Candy Weston. Preview on  Amazon US  Amazon UK  Amazon AU

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I’d better go before Daddy comes…

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Lester took a breath and held it. What he had been dreaming about every night and day for the past ten years was about to happen. The girl ran fingers along the inside of the waistband of his underpants. Her eyes widened with interest, and she pulled the elastic out and stretched it over his erection, freeing it to lever almost completely vertical and swollen to the point it felt like it was going to explode.

“Oh my,” she cooed gaily, her smile flashing, her eyes like saucers as she glanced up then looked back at Lester’s penis.

She tilted her head to study it from the side. Her curls cascaded. He could feel her breath against the taut skin. She tilted her head the other way. Her curls rolled over to fall from her neck again. She leaned in closer and blew softly, starting at the base and causing a cool, sweet breath that caressed his length all the way to the blood-filled dome.

“Um… That um—that feels…” Lester couldn’t articulate.

The pretty farmer’s daughter just smiled up at him then soaked her washcloth and dabbed at his groin, lifting his testicles and gently cupping them with the wet fabric. She soaked the cloth again and wrung it out. Her eyes lit up as she looked at his penis purposefully.

“Hmm… Are you sure you’re not scared of my daddy?”

Lester shook his head urgently. “Nope. I’m not scared.” He had found his voice all of a sudden.

She laid the cloth over the palm of her hand then closed it around his penis, squeezing just a little against the flex, containing the surge of delight in the grip of her hand.

“Well, if you’re sure you want to, we could try something…”

“Something?” Lester croaked. His voice failing.

She nodded, biting that lip again. “If you sit down on the stool I could sit on your lap.” She had touched the button on her jean shorts. She popped it open. There was a zipper, and she tugged the pull tab.

Lester watched. He sat down on the stool and looked up to meet her eyes then looked back at what she was doing. His underpants were around his ankles. He kicked them away. She had lowered the zipper, and when she tugged her shorts down, there was only a trimmed patch of hair.

She stepped out of her shorts and straddled his thighs, taking hold of his shoulders and lowering herself to his lap. His penis came to rest against her belly at first. She pressed forward and kissed him, rolling her tummy, with her patch of hair prickly against his testicles and the heat from her sex kind of wet and interesting as it squished over the base of his erection.

“What about—” He was thinking of a condom, but she cut off his question with another kiss. She rolled her lower body, lifting slightly, and the moist heat from her sex slid up the underside of his penis until it kind of hugged the swollen glans. She then rolled her hips forward and captured him, that exquisitely interesting heat and wetness swallowing him up and making him want to thrust into it.

He looked down between their bodies and saw he was inside of her. She squirmed, grinding and making that moist wetness swirl around his penis. Her bra still clung to her nipples, but she tugged it down to reveal them. She then hugged his head and squished her breasts against his chest. That feeling alone was amazing, the feel of being inside of her completely foreign yet entirely natural.

Lester hugged her tight and let her grind and squish down onto him until he couldn’t hold back any longer and ejaculated, then he cuddled her until her body eventually tensed, and she held still, shuddering and moaning into his neck.

Her breathing settled after a few minutes. “I’d better go before Daddy comes.”

She pulled on her clothes. Lester dressed quickly too.

“Wait up in the loft. I’ll bring food, okay?”

Lester nodded. He was tingling all over. He was going to do anything she said right then……

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WITCH is a light horror, erotic bedtime story for grown-ups. It definitely needs the R-rating…. On special this week from  Amazon US  Amazon UK  Amazon AU

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One hell of a farmer’s daughter…

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Lester opened his eyes to sunlight and the sound of hens clucking. It took him a moment to figure out where he was and what was happening. The dread and horror of his situation rose up to consume him, and he crept over to the edge of the loft to see what was what. A girl’s voice carried to him through the crisp morning air. She was humming a melody. He saw the hens first then her curly dark hair. She was sprinkling grain from a wooden bucket.

Lester craned his neck to see directly below the ledge of the hay loft window. The girl wandered closer to the wall. She placed her bucket on the ground and pulled her long hair back, raking it with both hands, and with the front of her chequered shirt gaping to reveal a lacy, pink bra.

“Ohh!” she cried, her eyes springing wide to fix on Lester’s heating face.  “Hey, is that you again? Didn’t my father catch you last night?”

Lester scurried back against the wall. Panic gripped him. He waited, afraid to breathe. There was no sound from below. The girl hadn’t screamed for her father. Suddenly her dark curls appeared at the top of the ladder to the loft, and then her face. She looked closely at him and smiled. “It is you!”

“No, it’s not,” Lester croaked. “It was some other guy who looks like me.”

She scoffed lightly. “Yeah, sure it was.”

Lester edged back some more until he was in a corner with nowhere to go. The girl crawled toward him, still smiling. Her chequered shirt had a few buttons undone. Her bra was all lace, and he could see her nipples through it. She had a silver pendant: the words FARMER’S DAUGHTER on a thin chain. Her legs were long and slender. There were pockets sticking out the bottom of her frayed jean shorts.

“Aw, what happened to you?” she cooed, edging close and stroking his face. “Does it hurt?”

Lester nodded. Her scent was a light perfume. Her fingers were soft, and her lips were full and plump. She raked her bottom lip with big, white teeth, a faint grin flickering there beneath the look of concern.

“I think we need to clean you up. We need to bathe these wounds and get you something to eat and drink.” She peered from his torn trousers and scraped shins to his face. “Are you hungry?”

Lester nodded again. She was smoothing his hair, like a mother might, but she was in no way motherly. His eyes rolled down to the swell of her chest. The skin there was milky-white. She was up on her knees checking a sore spot on his scalp. Her breasts were right there, almost pressing against his face. Each breath put pressure on the next button of her shirt. Lester noticed it was actually a stud rather than a button, and it was threatening to pop.

“Come on. Daddy’s busy, so it’s safe to climb down and use the wash basin.”

“But I need to go. I need to get back to town. I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh, no! You mustn’t try and get away from Daddy. Not in the daylight. The only way to town is past our house, and he’ll see you if you try.”

“But I have to! I need to get back and call my mother. She’ll be worried about me.”

“I’ll call her for you.” The girl was pulling Lester by the hand.

“Do you have a mobile phone I could use?”

“Oh, no—there’s no mobile reception around here, silly.”

“But you’ll call from your house phone?”

“Yes, as soon as Daddy goes to feed his cows.”

She climbed down the ladder first. Lester was staring at her breasts again. She glanced down at her open shirt then smiled up at him. “See, I knew it was you!” She tugged her shirt, but it wouldn’t stretch closed. “Bad boy!”

Lester climbed down with his body turned away to prevent her seeing his erection. His shins were stinging, but that didn’t matter. She sat him on a wooden stool and used a wet cloth to clean the dried blood from his face and hair. There was a wound at the back of his scalp. She leaned over him to tend to it, which pressed her breasts in his face again, so he clutched his jacket in his lap. She tugged his trousers up and bathed his shins.

“Where did you get that?” Lester asked. She had produced a tube of ointment from somewhere.

“Oh, I always carry some ointment. You never know when you’re going to get a scrape doing farm chores.”

She soothed his wounds with the cool paste, blowing softly and making the hair tingle up the back of his neck while his erection throbbed.

“Come on, off with this.” She was tugging at his shirt.

Lester lifted his arms, and she stripped it from him then bathed his chest and shoulders, cleaning his upper body with water that felt warm and with fingers that felt delightful. She washed his back and his neck and under his arms. Her shirt had popped open completely, but she just smiled when he looked up from her breasts.

They were in a small laundry with a toilet in an adjoining room. There was a window that looked out at the house, so Lester felt safe from being surprised.

“You know, all the boys are so scared of my daddy. None of them are brave enough to come visit me, and I get very lonely,” the girl said. “I don’t even know what it’s like to be kissed by a boy yet.”

Lester swallowed. “You don’t?”

Her eyelids batted. She bit a lip. Lester took her hands and stood to face her. She was a little shorter and had to peer up at him. Her lips rubbed wetly together. He looked from them to her eyes—to the brilliant blue depth within them. Her lips parted, and he pressed his to them. She moaned softly into his mouth. He had no idea how to kiss, but when her tongue sought entry, he accepted it and caressed it with his own.

“I’m not scared of your daddy,” he lied, making her grin.

Her eyes lowered to his chest, and she leaned back to inspect what was happening down below. Her grin turned to a smile as she grabbed his belt and tugged at it. “I think we need to do more bathing.”

Lester felt his face heat up. “More bathing?”

She nodded. “Uh huh… Don’t you think?” ………….

***

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Sue is completely over the line now…

Biker 3

Sue hasn’t showered. She’s sticky from the sex with her lover as she sits across the table from her husband. She’s tender down there. She’s not sore – just tingling a little from the size of the guy and having him inside her for so long.

Josh, I slept with someone.

I should just say that and get it out in the open. I think I will, but not yet. After it’s over, I will have to tell him. I don’t want to cause a scene now. I don’t want Cal involved in the confrontation. I have to wait until he’s gone…. It makes no difference if I spend one day with him or five.

“Huh?”

Josh has asked something but Sue didn’t catch it.

“Do you know where those two USB sticks are that we bought the other week – the two ten gig ones?”

“I think I put them in the second drawer in the kitchen. They were in with the groceries.”

“Oh, okay…. I need to draw on our savings for some new hardware. It shouldn’t come to more than five hundred. I’ve got that quarterly bonus coming next week.”

“What are you buying?”

Sue’s pleased to be talking about Josh’s computer stuff.

“It’s just some new gadgets – keeping up with technology, you know?”

She smiles. “Okay…. And how’s your arm?”

“It’s fine. I have to call in and get the dressing changed tomorrow. I might be an hour late home.”

Sue nods.

It doesn’t feel real, sitting here with Josh and the kids.

She goes through the motions getting their bath ready and cleaning up the kitchen. Josh has to go back in to work for something. He needs to be there at closing time to do some job with the security cameras.

It’s after midnight when Sue feels him getting into bed. She’s in long pyjamas, clutching her top closed and facing away from him. She pretends to be asleep.

The next morning Sue hurries home from the school and quickly changes. Cal is watching for her and lifts her over the fence. She doesn’t want the neighbours seeing her going to and from his house every day.

His big, rough hands are under her clothes before they even get in the back door. She has on a short pleated skirt and a pretty lace-trim tank top. She can smell him on the clean pillow case as he is fucking her.

Sue’s orgasm hits. He’s beyond control, thrusting into her. She clings to his rippling taut body as he ejaculates.

He leaves her there in bed while he goes for his breakfast. She finds her panties and pulls them on, then rolls over and cuddles the pillow, drawing his scent from it.

This doesn’t feel real either. I don’t know what has happened to REAL…….

***

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The Biker Next Door

A wife on the edge of infidelity…

Biker 2

“So you were actually on the back of the guy’s bike?”

The kids have obviously told Josh about it – about Sue getting on the back of a motorbike. Josh didn’t say anything through dinner but the kids are doing homework and he has confronted Sue doing the dishes.

“We all did, Josh, it was nothing,” Sue lies.

Well, the first bit was true, but it wasn’t nothing. Sue can still feel where Cal squeezed her thigh. When she was getting changed before – not wanting Josh to see her braless in a dress she hasn’t worn in years – she noticed there is actually a grimy smudge on her hip, beneath the waistband of her panties. It’s Cal’s thumb print, and it’s still there now while her husband stands glaring at her.

She doesn’t turn to face him because she can’t lie straight-faced. “I was just being neighbourly. The guy’s not that bad. He’s fixing up the house for his paraplegic sister.”

Josh grunts. “Which one of them was it?”

“What?”

“Which one of the gang? One of those fat guys? The old one?”

“Umm – the tall one with the short hair.”

Was I supposed to say the cutest one? No – not a good idea.

“What’s his name?”

Sue’s blushing now. She glances back over her shoulder. “What difference does it make, Josh? He just gave us a ride on the motorbike. It wasn’t even on the road.”

“So, what’s his name? What’s the big deal about telling me his name?”

“Because you’re freaking out.”

Josh picks up a tea towel and grabs a pot from the drainer. “Well, whatever his name is, I don’t want the children on his bike anymore, and I don’t want you associating with bikers either.”

“Associating?” Sue repeats, eyebrows raised.

Josh glares back at her. “Carrying on like a frigging biker chick.”

Sue’s blush fires up again, guiltily.

That’s pretty spot on with the fantasy I’ve been having all afternoon.

“Okay,” she concedes. “I won’t get on the bike again…. I wasn’t about to anyway.”

“Good.”

Sue’s finished washing, and leaves Josh to dry the dishes while she gets the kids’ bath ready. She needs to wash Cynthia’s hair tonight. Cynthia’s first. Preston likes his playtime, so it’s best he goes second. Josh is on his laptop in the dining room and closes a page quickly as Sue walks past. She thinks it might have been porn – nudie pictures. She knows he’s not into anything hard core.

Preston has all but emptied the bathwater onto the floor as usual. Sue mops it up and runs her own bath. The men next door are outside again, their deep voices resounding in her bathroom. They’re right there outside the window, and she’s nude. She listens carefully for Cal’s voice. She knows it well now, and his laugh. She closes the toilet seat and sits down, lifting a leg and resting that foot against the rim of the bath. The little smudge is still there on her hip. It’s kind of greasy.

Sue runs her middle finger through her slit. She’s already wet – or perhaps still wet from what she’s been thinking about all day. She teases her lips open and circles her clit, arching back and rolling her pelvis as her finger slips inside and the deep base of the men’s laughter resonates through her. Her vibrator is there sitting upon a folded white towel on the wash basin. She doesn’t need to turn it on. She keeps rubbing her clit as it sinks in. It has an upward curve that has the head of the thing massaging just the right spot as she grinds down onto it.

She has to bite her lip hard when her orgasm hits. It thumps through her quite powerfully – her eyes shut tight – her faceless man with a face this time – a burst of his laughter booming as she squirms down on her toy and squeezes her slutty legs together.

Sue takes Cal into the bath with her. She’s just named her toy.

Surely that’s no worse than my husband looking at porn and eyeing off all the young girls.

She gives Cal a wash and sets him on the side of the bath. The hot water swallows her as she lies back and takes a deep, satisfied breath…….

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Sue knows this is wrong…

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Cynthia and Preston head straight for the pool when they get home, giving Sue an excuse to sit out the back. There are two hours of sun before the afternoon will be cooling off at all. Cal is mulching the gardens next door. He keeps looking over, but Sue won’t acknowledge him. She’s feeling too guilty to do that.

She goes inside and puts the stew on simmer. It’s about an hour until Josh is due home. Somehow she ends up in the bedroom sorting through her wardrobe. Her cut-off denim shorts are at her ankles, and she kicks them away. The thought of being bent over that big black motorbike is in her mind as she strips off her bikini and slips on a little, floral print dress. It’s short and straight with spaghetti string shoulder straps. She chooses pretty white lace panties, as if he’s going to be seeing them, like in the picture flashing through her mind.

Sue cuts oranges and takes them out to the children. A low wolf whistle prickles her skin.

“May I have one of those, please? A quarter?”

Blushing and shaking her head, she relents and looks at Cal. He’s at the fence, grinning. This guy is all kinds of wrong, but she can’t stop herself plucking at her dress as she approaches with his quarter of an orange. The low V-neckline gapes a little.

I should be wearing a bra.

“Your gardens are looking good,” Sue comments, peering over the fence while the big, adorable man sucks on the orange she gave him.

She’s thinking about his mouth, wondering how it would feel to be kissed by him.

“Yeah – I’m about done for the day…. How about bringing the kids over for a ride on my bike? It’s a good chance, with none of the guys around.”

“Oh! But isn’t it dangerous? They haven’t got helmets.”

“No – we’ll ride out there.” He indicates the grassy nature strip behind the back fences.

It would be perfectly safe, Sue reasons, chewing a lip. Preston would love it.

“Come on – bring them over,” Cal enthuses. “I’ll go slow and keep safe. I’ve had kids on back and front before.”

“Are you sure it’s no trouble?”

He scoffs. “Hey kids – do want a ride on my motorcycle?”

They both squeal, “Yes!” They’re by Sue’s side dripping and wriggling excitedly in an instant.

Cal has taken the t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket and pulled it on.

“Come on – short-cut,” he says, and lifts Preston then Cynthia over the fence. “Come on, Mum – you too,” he says, grinning.

He leans over the fence and takes hold around the back of Sue’s thighs. She sits on his arm, which is beneath the hem of her dress. He lifts her easily as she clings to the rippling muscle of his shoulder. Her head is beside his. Their eyes lock.

I think my lips have parted, but he’d better not kiss me in front of the children.

“That’s a good dress, Sue.”

Sue’s feet have touched the ground, she thinks. The guy’s big hand is still upon her hip. It’s beneath her dress, squeezing her. He rubs his thumb along the waistband of her panties, just softly back and forth. This has all happened in the space of a few seconds, but time has slowed for Sue.

“Careful there, kids!” They’re climbing on the seat of the bike.

Sue’s standing there by herself now. Her legs are weak. The man she’s dressed like that for is getting on his bike. He puts her son on behind him and her daughter at the back, telling them to hold onto his belt loops. “Get the gate, Sue,” he calls, and she hurries to the back gate and opens it. The big motorbike thunders. Her kids are beaming with glee as he rides past and out onto the nature strip.

More seconds have passed. Sue’s mind is still mush. She can feel the warm, rough imprint of where his thumb was testing the band of her panties. She’s clutching her dress in front, holding her hands to her chest. The bike rumbles slowly by with her children squealing at her. She smiles back, catching the eyes of this man making her heart thump – this total stranger who had his big paw up her dress.

What am I even thinking? It’s my anniversary on Saturday. The kids are going to their grandmother’s place, and Josh is taking me to dinner and dancing. We’ve been together always. There are no other men in the world. I’ve never had to think about that, and if it weren’t for the children, this guy could have kissed me before. I would have let him.

The big loud motorbike is back. “Your turn, Mummy!” little Preston cries excitedly.

“Yeah, Mummy’s turn,” Cal says, helping the children down from the seat. They’re jumping and squealing, tugging at Sue now, pulling her toward the bike. “Come on,” Cal says, taking her hand and guiding her…….

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The Biker Next Door

Sue goes topless in her back yard…

The Biker Next Door

Feeling both neighbourly and brave, Sue makes a large pitcher of ice tea and takes it out to the back deck with three glasses. She approaches the fence. “Would you men like to join me for a cold drink?”

“Absolutely!” Cal answers with a smile.

The older man smiles too. “Yes, ma’am.”

Sue waits for them to walk around, out their side gate and in hers. She put a shirt on when she was inside, but she hasn’t buttoned it. She’s tugging at it, checking herself out – her bare belly and bikini boobs. She doesn’t mind the thought of the old guy looking.

I WANT Cal to look…. What’s that about?

She has no idea what she’s thinking as she ushers the two bikers to her outdoor setting and pours them ice tea. She’s sitting between them. Roach is across the corner of the table. Cal is close beside her. His legs are open and one of them keeps touching hers. He has on faded Levis, the crotch is full – his package perhaps appropriately proportioned with his very large hands, she’s thinking.

Roach is a jolly character. He’s telling all about his younger days when he was a member of a hippie commune. Cal is teasing him about his story changing so much every time he tells it.

“Well, we used to smoke a bit of pot, and that LSD leaves you wondering what was real and what you only imagined,” he explains to Sue at one point.

“So, have you been married long?” Cal asks. “What’s your husband’s name again?”

“It’s Josh. Yes, we married young…. Seven years.”

“I’ve had two marriages,” Roach tosses in. “That’ll do.”

“One for me,” Cal confesses when Sue looks to him. “I didn’t quite make seven years.”

Roach grins and winks at Sue. “She wised up.”

“Is that true?” Sue asks Cal.

“Yep. Saw through me. Sent me packing. Married an accountant.”

“Oh. That’s not good.”

“What bit?”

Sue giggles. “The accountant.”

Cal laughs. He has a warm laugh.

His leg is pressing against Sue’s again.

Roach finishes the last of his drink. “That was good, Sue. It hit the spot.”

“Would you like some more?”

“No – we’d better get back to it, eh, boss?”

“Yeah, we have a load of concrete coming soon.”

Sue stands with them. The older man ambles off while Cal holds the door open for her to take the tray back inside.

She passes by, brushing close and glancing back.

He looks her up and down, slowly, deliberately. He meets her eyes. “Happily married, yeah?”

The tingles swarm and heat Sue’s face. She nods. “Yeah.”

“Fair enough,” he says with a wink and smile, and he’s gone.

***

Shit…. Oh, shit!

Sue’s legs are wobbly. She puts the tray on the counter and calls Janie.

“Hi, Sue, what’s up?”

“Shit, Janie. Oh, my God!”

“What?”

“Can you come over?”

Janie only lives two streets away. Sue gives her nothing over the phone.

“What?” she implores as Sue closes the door behind her and slumps back against it.

“The biker guy next door made a pass at me.”

Janie’s jaw drops. Her eyes bulge.

“Well, not exactly a pass…. He looked me over and asked if I’m happily married or just married.”

Janie looks Sue over too. “And you were dressed like that?”

Sue nods. She’s grinning, kind of gleefully.

Janie shakes her head. “And where did this happen, pray tell?”

Sue fills her in on the introduction over the fence and the ice tea.

“I can have the neighbours over for a cool drink, though – surely?”

“Is he still out there?” Janie’s peeping from the kitchen window. “Oh, my God. He’s hot.”

“Janie!”

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s busy shovelling concrete.… What a hunk! Nice going, Peggy Sue.”

Sue peeps over her incorrigible friend’s shoulder. “Shit!”

“What?”

“He took his shirt off…. That’s not even fair,” she whines.

“Well, we should too,” Janie says, craning her neck as Cal walks behind the edge of the house and out of view. “We should go for a swim and sunbathe.” She checks her watch. “It’s only midday. We’ve got hours until the kids get out of school.”

“What do you mean, we should? Do you mean to show off for them?”

Of course that is what Janie means. She’s a terrible flirt.

She turns to face Sue. “Take those off. You’re not wearing shorts.”

“But do you think we should?”

I want to. I think I called Janie for this exact reason. She always pushes me out of my comfort zone.

Janie’s eyes roll. “Of course we should. He said he’s only going to be around for a week, didn’t he? And you’re going to miss out on a chance to get a bit of attention at least? Get real, Sue. This is perfect. This is clean, honest fun.” She takes Sue’s hand. “Come on – you have to lend me a bikini too. Plus we need sunscreen. It’s hot out there today, and I don’t want to burn.”

The two women have a similar build. Sue gives Janie a blue chequered bikini to wear, and pulls on the bottoms of her white one. They apply the sunscreen in the kitchen and take a couple of big beach towels outside. The guys are resting on their back deck with beers. Sue glances and smiles. Their heads lift with interest.

The pool is in-ground with a concrete boarder. There’s a patch of grass next to the fence where the girls leave their towels. Sometimes they lie on the other side of the pool to sunbathe, but that would be too far away from the men, Sue has decided. Janie is obviously thinking that as well. She raises her eyebrows cheekily.

They wade into the pool, which is only waist deep – for the kids. While they float around chatting, the men resume work in their yard. It’s a clear view through the fence. Sue can’t keep her eyes off Cal as he shovels up piles of dirt and wheels it away in his barrow. His muscles are flexing and quivering. His skin is glistening with sweat.

He’s just eye candy. It’s perfectly reasonable to enjoy watching a muscular, shirtless guy working. There’s nothing unfaithful in that.

“Plus you know Josh has eyes too,” Janie tosses in when Sue explains what she’s thinking. “He even checks me out when I come over for a swim.”

Janie doesn’t know the extent of Josh’s interest in other women. Sue has never confided much about it to her. She once overheard her husband telling a male friend how he only hires attractive chicks at the shop, which seems to be true – they are all slender, pretty young girls employed there. He’s also embarrassingly obvious at the beach, so much so that Sue avoids going these days.

I’m dreading the day Cynthia grows up and starts bringing teen girlfriends home. I know Josh wouldn’t go so far as to actually do anything, but I’m not looking forward to him ogling and making everyone uncomfortable.

Josh really is too wimpy to be bad, though. He’s no worse than his friends – just a typical guy checking out girls – which of course makes this alright.

Janie motions to the towels, biting a smile, and with her big brown eyes wide. Their shirtless Adonis is working along the fence now, spreading and turning the soil in the garden there. He goes inside to answer a phone. The girls quickly get set up.

“I’m glad I did my bikini line last night,” Sue says, adjusting her pants.

“Me too…. Are you going to show him your front first?”

Sue giggles. “Janie! Tart!”

“Dude! How much did you shave off? Is that a landing strip?”

Sue plucks a bit more at her pants. She’s dark-haired down there, and it’s almost visible through the wet white fabric. “Can you see that much?”

“Yeah, but that’s good. You look hot,” Janie assures. “He’s going to love it,” she adds teasingly. “Plus you’ve got the nipples going…. I love your nipples. Mine are so huge.”

Janie’s plucking at her top, fixing it just right. Sue does hers and settles back, closing her eyes. The screen-door of the neighbour’s house slams closed, and she hears footsteps approaching. She squints a peep to see Cal pick up his shovel and resume turning the garden soil. She feels his shadow.

“Hey, ladies…. Nice day for it, eh?”

His voice is deep and rich.

“Hi, Cal. This is my friend Janie.”

Janie’s beaming. “Hi!”

“Hello, Janie. Nice to meet you.” He has a quick look over them both and nods with a grin. “Don’t burn there, eh….”

Janie and Sue exchange an excited glance. Adonis resumes turning the soil. He keeps looking over at them both. He’s checking out Sue’s body quite a lot. She wants to get her bikini wet so it’s see-through again. She motions to the pool and silently mouths the words to Janie, “I’m going to get this wet again.”

Janie’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Slut!”

“I know,” Sue whispers back. “You’re a bad influence.”

Sue lowers into the cool water and can’t resist a little rub of her pussy. She actually did shave to a very narrow strip of pubic hair, which feels nice – sexy. She emerges from the water dripping. Cal is looking at her, but she keeps her gaze averted. He’s looking at her legs. She reaches back and wrings her hair, with his eyes lifting to her boobs. Her nipples are tight again, of course, and visible through the almost translucent fabric.

She kneels on her towel, still facing the gorgeous man watching her. She plucks at her pants. Her landing strip is certainly visible through them, and they’re creasing into her a little bit. She tugs the waist up and exaggerates that for the guy. He’s staring now, blatantly. She glances and meets his smile.

“Got a second, Cal?” Roach calls from the back door.

Cal flashes another smile and actually winks at Sue as he turns and walks away.

Sue glares at Janie. “Oh, my God!”

Janie’s glaring back. “He totally winked at you. The dirty dog!”

They both giggle. Sue lies down beside her girlfriend. They’re on their bellies this time. Sue feels reasonably confident about having her bottom checked out, as she’s sure it will be in a minute.

“Undo your top,” Janie says. She’s pulling the knot at the back of hers.

“Are you serious?”

“Come on – you don’t want tan lines.” She undoes Sue’s top as well.

Sue lets her.

I feel a bit unsure about this, but as long as I remain lying flat, I guess….

Janie closes her eyes. Her head is resting upon her folded arms. Sue can see the side of her boob. Janie shifts, straightening her towel, and Sue sees her nipple. Janie has both strings undone. The one around Sue’s neck is still tied, but as a flurry of excitement filters through her, she undoes it and lets her bikini top fall away.

Janie opens an eye. She’s grinning. “Should we take them off completely?”

“No way!”

“I will if you will, Peggy Sue.”

“Janie!”

“Why? No one else can see – only him.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never gone topless,” Sue argues.

“He’s topless,” Janie points out. “Why shouldn’t we?”

“Because!”

The idea is thrilling. I’m not brave enough to actually do it.

“Because, why?” Janie persists. She’s giggling now.

“You’re teasing, aren’t you?…….”

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party girl & older man

Teresa wakes on a couch covered by a blanket. The room is dark and quiet. She gets up unsteadily and wanders toward a light in another room. It’s a kitchen, where the owner of the house Michael is cooking.

“Hello, sleepy, how do you feel?”

“Horrible,” Teresa says. Her head is clearing though. “What happened? Where is everyone?”

“All gone home. Party’s over!” Michael is all smiles and dressed in a white bath robe. “Are you hungry?”

“My stomach feels horrible.”

“Well, you threw up so I’m not surprised. I think they were spiking your drinks.”

Teresa looks down at herself. There’s dry vomit on her top and in her hair.

“The shower is through there,” Michael says. “When you get undressed, toss your clothes out the door and I’ll put them in the wash. There’s a robe in there for you and a new tooth brush…. Off you go!”

The guy is still smiling, and Teresa tries to smile back but she doesn’t really know what to think. She decides to do as she’s told and finds the bathroom. She keeps her bikini bottoms and puts the rest of her clothes outside the door. Then she showers and brushes her teeth, happy to clean the horrible taste from her mouth. The robe is the same kind as the one Michael is wearing – really soft and comfortable. He’s serving dinner outside on a balcony overlooking the beach when Teresa comes out.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, pulling her chair.

“I am actually. I haven’t eaten much today.”

“This will make you feel better,” he says, and he serves a lovely pasta and salad.

Michael is so attentive and nice. He just wants to chat about what they can see up and down the coast – the landmarks and buildings. There’s nothing of what had happened that day with the stupid boys fighting or with Teresa getting so drunk and passing out. The older man is polite and very interested in anything Teresa has to say, which makes her feel his equal in maturity. She thinks of his wife quite a few times throughout dinner but decides not to mention her, as he doesn’t.

After clearing away the meal and tidying the kitchen together, they stroll back to the balcony, and Michael stands just behind Teresa as she looks out at the moonlit waves rolling ashore. His body is lightly touching hers, and his deep mellow voice is right there at her ear. “You know, I should confess there’s a security camera in my office downstairs. I was actually watching the whole time you were in there with that young guy.”

Teresa blushes as she looks back over her shoulder. “Were you?”

“Yes, but to be totally honest I’ve been watching you all weekend. There are cameras everywhere, and whenever I was down there I was always looking for you.” The older man places his hand on Teresa’s hip and leans closer. “You’re very beautiful.”

Teresa’s heart is suddenly thumping. “But there were lots of girls at the party.”

“Really? I didn’t notice,” Michael goes on smoothly. And that time he touches Teresa’s hair, moving it back from her neck and leaning in to press his lips to her skin. “So, do you mind that I was watching you and Adrian in my office? What you were doing for him was rather exciting. I could almost feel it.”

“It was the first time I’ve done that,” Teresa utters. The soft kisses are giving her the nicest kind of goose bumps.

“Did you enjoy it?” the guy asks. The hand upon her hip moves to her belly, and he’s pressing against her from behind. She can feel his erection.

“Yes, I enjoyed it,” Teresa says. “It felt nice…. It tasted a bit yucky when he was finishing, but I didn’t mind that.”

Teresa is suddenly lifted and carried back inside. She places her arms around Michael’s neck and closes her eyes as he kisses her lips. She’s carried past the open door of the master bedroom and along a hallway to what must be a guest room, she imagines.

“You know – oral sex goes both ways,” Michael says as he stands by the bed still holding Teresa in his arms.

“I know,” Teresa answers, blushing. “Well, I sort of know.”

Teresa is placed down with her head resting on the pillows. The older man lies beside her. “Has a guy ever done it for you before?”

Teresa shakes her head. Michael kisses her again, and she isn’t sure what to do with her hands so she sort of clings to the bedspread. The tie around her waist is then pulled and her robe is opened, her breath catching as her breasts are bared.

“You should make it a rule with these boys…. They’re going to want it all the time, but you’ve got to learn to say – me first!”

Michael sucks on one of Teresa’s nipples and she squirms up against him, pressing her boob into his mouth. His hands are inside the robe, raking down her back and holding her up while he softly kisses and massages with his tongue. He does that with one nipple until she’s just about panting, then he moves to the other and sucks it hard, making Teresa moan and grab hold of his head. He then rolls over on top of her, and when he kisses his way down her belly she thinks about parting her legs but they’re already spread wide. He’s at the top of her bikini pants and kissing and sucking her skin while he pulls at the edges of them. He tugs them down, and Teresa closes her legs so he can get them off. He removes them from her ankles then presses against each of her inner thighs, and she braces as he spreads her and opens his mouth over her pussy.

“Oh my god!” she utters as a wave of warm tingly thrills swarm all over her body, and she lies there with her eyes wide and fixed upon the ceiling as the man nuzzles and licks inside of her.

*

Michael uses his thumbs to hold the young party girl’s pussy lips open, and he sucks on her pink flesh and works his tongue up over her clit. He can taste her sweet juices. He laps them up then sucks on her little clit while she squirms and grinds against his mouth.

He smiles to himself as he looks up and sees how she’s now clinging to the bed head and arching her body up off the bed. He can see her tits shuddering, and she’s moaning and panting away. He keeps sucking on her clit and massaging it with his tongue while he unties his robe and opens it. He’s fully erect of course. He wants to be inside her when she climaxes.

*

Teresa falls to the bed when the man kisses back up over her belly. She’s on the edge of one of her orgasms, and she’s in the middle of panting, “Don’t stop,” when suddenly she feels his penis slide right on in. Then she just clings to the guy as he starts thrusting.

Teresa is wide eyed and staring at the ceiling again, her chin resting upon a powerful shoulder. The shock of being penetrated has doused her little orgasm, but the feel of the man inside of her and the way he’s grinding lewdly when he’s all the way in soon ignites things again. And this time it isn’t just her pussy that’s tingling, the thrill is centred deeper where she can feel excitement building in her belly.

She starts grinding back against the guy. When she’s being split wide and can feel him pressing against her clit, she arches up and rubs herself over the base of his penis. It feels so nice like that, and it makes him go sort of crazy, pounding her hard and fast. She’s bracing up off the bed and holding herself spread for him when suddenly the feeling in her belly contracts into a ball of pure ecstasy and explodes, ripping through her entire body like nothing she has ever imagined.

The older man holds firm with his penis fully inserted. Teresa squirms on it while her orgasm thumps through her. She’s so wet and open, and as the convulsions gripping her belly ebb away she feels the guy begin to move again. He’s supporting himself above her with the muscles in his arms and shoulders pumped up and rippling. He’s moving his lower body, rolling his pelvis. “Just hold still for me now,” he breathes into her hair, and Teresa understands he’s about to ejaculate in her.

The guy’s in full control, and she just relaxes into the movement of his body. His action is different now. He’s all the way up her and fucking her with short thrusts, just grinding his dick inside of her – deep inside. He starts puffing and grunting, his body tense and virtually quivering. He jams in hard and expels a groan, and Teresa clings to him and bites down on her lip while his penis throbs. She then waits staring up at the gilded light fitting while the older man begins moving inside of her again. She isn’t sure what’s going to happen next or what she should do. His penis is still quite firm, but he suddenly lifts his upper body and kisses her. “Are you thirsty?”

“Yes – a bit.”

“Ice water okay?”

“That would be nice,” Teresa says.

Michael lifts from her with his dick slipping out, and she closes her legs and sits up.

“Come back out to the balcony,” he says as he leaves the room.

Teresa searches for her bikini pants and pulls them on. Her legs are a bit rubbery. She feels her pussy and finds it to be sopping and really slippery, and she blushes to herself at the thought that it’s from the older man’s semen as she ties the robe into place and walks back down the hall. She stops and pokes her head into the master bedroom. It’s huge and absolutely gorgeous, and the thought of becoming the guy’s new wife flashes through her mind for a second before she hurries on out to the balcony.

Michael hands her a glass of water then sits down. She sips it and remains standing by the rail. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” he says, resting back and relaxing in the cool ocean breeze. He looks at his watch but doesn’t say anything. It’s after one in the morning. “Do you want to sit down?” he asks.

Teresa shakes her head. “No thanks. I’m fine.”

Michael stands and approaches behind her, smoothing hair from her neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay. I probably should be going soon. They must be wondering where I am.”

“Yeah, I guess. Although you could stay here tonight,” he offers, kissing her softly.

His hand moves to her belly and he holds her close, his penis again firm against her.

“I probably should go. I have to be at the train station in the morning,” Teresa says.

“Well, okay, but you really are beautiful,” the older man whispers, and he lifts her chin and kisses her lips. “You were really beautiful just now,” he adds, making Teresa blush again.

“Thanks…. I didn’t know we were going to do that.”

Michael chuckles. “Yeah, but it was nice – right?”

“Uh huh.”

He kisses her more deeply, and she relaxes into him. His erection is prominent against her belly, and she thinks he’s going to want her again but he steps back and grins. “Yeah it is getting late, and I really should make a call before I get into trouble too.”

Teresa understands he’s talking about calling his wife, and that’s her signal to get out of there. She finds her clothes in the laundry downstairs, clean and dry. She dresses with the guy watching. He follows to his front door but doesn’t say anything more, and she walks down his driveway peering back over her shoulder until the door closes…..

*****

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