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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 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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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.

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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.

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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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“Smells good, sweetheart!” Nick announced as he opened the door and poked his head around, grinning cheekily. There was no Patricia to be seen. He craned his neck to peer around the corner into the kitchen. “So, where is my pretty baby?” he asked of the house, a teasing I’m-going-to-get-you edge to his voice.

She wasn’t in the kitchen. He sniffed the aroma coming from the baked chicken dinner on the stove. “Mmm—yummy.” He checked in the laundry room off the kitchen. She wasn’t in there either, and he figured maybe the bathroom. He crept back through the living room, hands at the ready to clutch his lovely, intensely ticklish young wife.

The bathroom was empty. He flung back the shower curtain ready to grab her, but no—not there. “Hmm. I wonder where my little sweetheart could be,” he said in mock confusion as he stalked toward their bedroom. The baby room door was open, and he glanced behind it, but she wasn’t in there. “I wonder where my pretty girl is hiding,” he went on as he caught a glimpse of her through the crack in the open bedroom door. She was hiding behind it, pressed back against the wall beside the wardrobe.

Nick stopped in the doorway and tossed his shirt at the cane clothes basket in the far corner of the room. “Hmm. I wonder where—” he started but suddenly lunged and grabbed his wife’s arm, pulling her to him and planting a kiss on her lips as they parted in shock. He crushed her to his body, kissing her deeply and passionately. Her hands were pressed against his shoulders, pushing him away. She was squealing and struggling, but he persisted until her squeals became moans and her fingernails eased from clawing his flesh.

Nick relented and lifted from her mouth. It hung open. Her eyes were wide with what looked like genuine surprise, almost fear. “Um—no—wait…” she started to say, but he kissed her again, cradling her head and leaning her back, her hands then clutching his shoulders for support and her fingernails digging in again.

Nick searched his wife’s sweet mouth with his tongue and cupped her breast, massaging and feeling for the nipple through her dress and bra. One of her soft little hands gripped his arm when he did that, but her protests were only ever about it being an inconvenient time or whatever. He undid one button then another, slipping his hand inside and under her bra, earning a kind of shriek then a warm, mellow moan as he deepened the kiss once more.

This was just one of their games. She would hide and pretend to resist. He would take her anyway. There was never any question when Nick wanted to make love to his wife. He was in charge in that department, and she always obliged his desire for her. He lifted her in his arms and dropped to the bed, still holding her. Her arms flopped aside as he knelt over her. There was a look of utter submission on her face. Her eyes were still wide, but the shock and fear had been replaced by a blank, dreamy light. Her lips were wet and reddened where he had smeared the light lipstick she usually put on before he came in for dinner. Her mouth was slightly open and very kissable.

Nick stood and ripped his belt open. “Dinner’s fine for a bit, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes just lowered as he tugged his jeans and shorts down, his erection springing free to lever, engorged and rigid. Her eyes widened and lifted to meet his again.

“Dress on or off?” he asked, grinning at her.

She said nothing. She just peered down at herself then looked up again.

“On, eh? Okay. We can do dress-on.”

He knelt and bent over the bed, moving her legs either side of his elbows. He lifted the skirt of her dress, along with her frilly apron, up over her belly. She had on cute blue underpants. He glanced up at her wide eyes, grinning cheekily, then he winked and bit her crotch through the thin fabric. He tasted her softly, drawing the lovely scent of her sex into his nostrils. He then peeled the elastic leg of her underwear aside and licked her, earning a squeal and a clutch of her nails in his hair as her body writhed and her legs attempted to close.

Nick stretched the fabric clear out of the way and kissed his woman’s opening deeply and tenderly, extending his tongue to taste her sweet warmth and pressing against her inner thigh as her legs parted quite deliberately. The fingers in his hair still gripped, but they also pulled him closer. Her body undulated, and her belly shuddered as he reached up her dress and grabbed a breast. He worked his hand beneath her bra to feel the soft globe bare. Her chest was shuddering too. She was half moaning, half whimpering. Nick sucked on her tender folds and massaged her engorged little button. She was pulling his hair and grinding her opening against his mouth. He kissed her bush and her belly, lifting from his knees and getting on top of her, and he kept her underpants stretched aside as he guided his penis, then he took her head in his hands and rolled his pelvis to surge up inside of her…..

From Wallflower Girl