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The Set

By: only_more_so



This story was created as part of a writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title "The Set" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform

Now on with the story.

* * *

I've always loved movies. When I was a kid, my dad and I would go to a matinee every Saturday. I would sit in the front row and let the movie fill my vision completely. I can still remember exiting the theater into the cruelly bright light of day and feeling buoyed by the two hours I passed in bliss. Sometimes I couldn't even remember what I'd seen, only that I had seen it, and it was wonderful.

When I turned twenty, I abandoned a community college liberal arts program and moved to Hollywood. I had no delusions of being a big name actor, director or screen writer; I just wanted to be there when the magic was made. I worked in restaurants with people who claimed to be actors and actresses. None of them ever made it on screen, but they auditioned which to them made them actors and somehow better than me.

While taking my tenth tour of Universal studios, I got separated from the tour group by a giant painting of Dracula's castle. It was a recreation of the backdrop used in Bela Lugosi's Dracula and it was passing between me and the rest of the tour group. By the time the workers had finished moving the set piece, the tour group was long gone.

This being my tenth time on the tour, I knew where they had gone, but I felt no desire to rejoin them. This was my opportunity to snoop around the studio. If was caught, I'd explain how I'd gotten separated and was just trying to find my way back to the tour group.

I skulked around for the entire afternoon, drifting from one sound stage to the next. When I got hungry, I grazed on the craft services that were set out for various movies. I watched them assemble sets, I watched actors warming up their voices, I watched directors rant, and starlets flounce off the set. I was in heaven.

The next day, I returned to the studio and filled out applications for every open position they had, anything to get back in on a more permanent basis. I worked as a grip, a carpenter, and was even the best boy on a low budget picture. Eventually I found a home as a prop manager; I was in charge of the set.

* * *

I was working on a movie that was a modern retelling of the classic "Metropolis." The modern version has the poor working class living on the surface of a desolate earth, and the rich wealthy class living in luxurious subterranean abodes. They were using green screens which allowed them to fill the background with scenes from a distant future. The few set pieces were thin plywood walls and the props that I set up under the careful scrutiny of the computer geeks and the director.

The film was halfway through production when I first met Lisa. Aside from a few very minor independent movies, she was a virtual unknown. An unknown who had landed the female lead in what was sure to be the biggest movie of the year.

I arrived on set early to get things ready for the day's shooting. Lisa was sitting at the table meticulously placed in the middle of a sea of green. Once in the movie, the table would be transformed to be a hundred feet long with two score of place settings. But today, it was family sized with only three place settings.

She sat in place, touching the silverware and the table, and I noticed that she seemed on the verge of tears. I walked towards her, but she didn't seem to realize I was there. I cleared my throat and said, "Excuse me, Miss?"

Turning slowly towards me, I could see that her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were pale. She seemed a bit startled, but unlike the other actors and actresses she recognized me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your set. I..." She turned away without finishing her thought.

She started to stand, but I placed a hand on her shoulder. "That's alright, Miss. You can sit there for a while, I have other things to get to. Besides, the director will probably make me change it when he gets here anyway."

She cracked a faint smile and said, "You don't have to call me 'Miss,' you make me feel like I'm on a plantation or something. Please just call me Lisa."

"Sorry Miss Lisa, it's just that so many of the actresses... Well, they don't like us getting uppity. Some of them even have it in their contracts, so I hear."

"And what have you heard about me?" she asked with a quirked eyebrow. She glanced at my work badge and added, "Sir Kent."

I took the mild rebuke with a shy grin. "Sorry Mi... Lisa. Force of habit." I thought for a moment about her question and said, "Mostly no one knows what to think. But I haven't heard a bad word from anyone yet." She thought about my answer, and I couldn't help blurting out, "by the way, I loved you in 'Sacristy!'"

"I didn't think anyone had actually seen that movie. How did you happen to see it?"

"Well, I am a big movie fan. I have been since I was little." I paused and added more softly, "They're magic."

Her eyes which had been clearing as our conversation distracted her, reverted into sadness. She picked up the spoon and held it between us. "This spoon is real, and I can use it to eat real food. In a few hours, I will move this spoon to my lips, and it will be just as empty as it is now. But when you watch this movie in the theater, the spoon will be full of eggs, or soup, or something no chef has ever imagined. That isn't magic, that's trickery." As she spoke her voice grew more caustic, and she emphasized her last point by slamming the spoon to the table.

"Then why do you make movies?" I blurted out.

Her face softened suddenly, as she realized how spiteful she must have sounded. Then she said, "because, I think they're magic too. I didn't mean to go off on you, it's just that everything on this movie is so fake. The director, the leading man, even the set is fake. I just needed to touch something real which is why I'm sitting here, at the one real thing around."

When filming resumed later that day, Lisa seemed transformed, although deep down I knew she was only acting. As I watched the filming and went about my work, I thought about our discussion. A part of me realized that there was more trickery than magic in movies, but I only had to look at Lisa to know that there was magic too.

* * *

Every day I arrived on the set before everyone else to get things ready. Most days Lisa would join me for a chat. She would touch my props to assure herself that something in the movie was real and I would pretend not to notice.

With only a few weeks left in the shooting, I realized how desperate Lisa was becoming. I caught her on the set before I arrived, and she was walking around touching things. Occasionally she would approach the green backdrop and reach out to touch it, before pulling her hand back in revulsion.

"Lisa?" I asked as I approached her.

She looked over her shoulder at me, and answered, "yes?" without evening seeing me.

I knew it was a bad idea, but I gently took her elbow, and lead her off the set. "Come with me," I said. I took her to my truck and got her seated before climbing in the driver's side. "There is something I want you to see."

She was in such a daze, that I don't think she realized what was going on. As we drove off the lot, she leaned her head against the window and looked up at the distant clouds. She didn't speak until I turned off the main roads and we started climbing into the hills. "Where are we going?" she asked softly, her eyes still on the sky.

"To a place where you might find solace."

I took her to a field that was a remote site for a movie I'd worked on. It was just over an hour's drive from the studio, but separated from Hollywood by the mountains and the rutted twisted road leading there.

I drove the truck off the road and into the field, listening to the long grass slap into the truck's grill. The field was dotted with wild flowers and I drove to a patch that was particularly dense with them. I put the truck into park, and shut off the engine. I only realized that Lisa had fallen asleep when I went to tell her we were here.

I climbed out, and walked around the back of the truck. I picked up a couple of packing blankets that I kept in the bed and walked off into the field. I found a spot where wild lavender grew, and threw down the blankets. The blankets crushed a small square of grass and flowers into a little bed. Satisfied with my handiwork, I retraced my path to the truck.

Lisa was still sleeping, even after I opened the passenger side door. I unfastened her seat belt and gently picked her up. She was much lighter than I had imagined, and I had no trouble carrying her to the blankets. Using as much care as I could, I lowered her to the blankets, folding an extra one over to make a pillow for her.

I lay down next to her and wondered if I were going to get fired for this. Eventually, I realized I might even get arrested for kidnapping. As I stared up at the fluffy clouds, and breathed the fragrant air, I didn't really care.

* * *

I was a bit startled to realize I'd fallen asleep. Guilty, I looked over to where I had left Lisa lying. Her eyes were watching the clouds drift in the sky, and I watched her nostrils flare as she breathed the fragrant lavender in deeply.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I feel wonderful! Where on earth are we? How did we get here?"

"So you're not mad?"

"Mad?" she asked softly, before turning to face me. "Oh, mad because you kidnapped me?"

I swallowed hard, wondering if she really meant it. "Yeah, because of that."

"No. This is wonderful. This is magic. Waking up here makes Hollywood feel like... Well, like another world."

We lay next to each other for a long time, just looking. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to the heavens and let out a long sigh of contentment. She giggled and said, "they are probably out looking for us by now. They will probably think you drugged me and kidnapped me."

I felt a surge of panic at the thought. It only made matters worse that she was giggling. "Yeah, that's a really funny thought."

She slowly rolled towards me and threw a leg over me. She rolled a little more and was now lying on top of me looking down into my eyes. "Would you like to add rape to the list of charges?"

I felt every inch of her body as it covered mine. Her small firm breasts pressed into my chest, her long legs pressed against the outside of my legs, and the firm insistent pressure from her hips, rocking slightly against me. She was so light that I hardly noticed her weight, only the warmth of her body against me. This had to be a dream.

I lifted my head enough to kiss her. Our lips met and parted to allow our tongues to gently meet. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and I was soon pulling her head down closer to mine. At first her hands held her above me, pressing down gently on my shoulders. But as I drew her closer to me, her strength diminished and eventually her hands slid beneath me, pulling us together.

Our gentle kiss grew slowly warmer. My hands wandered down her body with one hand lingering on the small of her back. The other shyly crept from the her back up the gentle slope of her bottom. As it crested the gentle slope, I felt her hips begin to rock against me in earnest. Her tongue sought mine with greater hunger, pressing deeper into my mouth.

As one, our hands went from holding each other close, to working on removing our pants. At first we both reached for the other's clothing, but with frustrating results. Our kiss kept breaking as we tried to look at what we were trying to do. But our mouths couldn't bear being parted, and soon pulled us together again.

She moved her hands to her pants and pushed mine out of the way. It took her little work to get her jeans unbuttoned and to begin pressing them down over her hips. Her panties slid down her legs with her jeans, and with a few kicks and a little help from me, were soon in a pile.

She ground her bare sex against the front of my jeans and I felt more than heard a growl come slowly from her. Her small hands sought to open my pants, but she couldn't manage the button. She moaned in frustration as my hands cupped her soft bare ass. One finger slipped between her legs and I immediately felt her sex. My finger penetrated to the second knuckle without any resistance, just the feeling of intense heat and moisture.

Reluctantly, I pulled my finger from her sex, and reached down to undo my pants. I soon had them unfastened, but couldn't get them off while she was lying on top of me, even with all four of our hands trying to do just that.

Placing my hands on her back, I quickly rolled over on top of her, and lifted myself to my knees. I supported myself on one elbow and used the other hand to push down my pants. Lisa contributed with her hands, and then her feet to push them off my legs. 

I was on my hands and knees over top of Lisa. My erection pointed down at her belly and a faint line of precum dripped down on her. She raised her hips to meet me, as I descended towards her. The head of my cock slipped easily into her entrance, and held there as I followed her hips back to the ground. I moved slowly lower, forcing more of myself into her.

We had stopped kissing to watch each other as our bodies merged. When I thought I could get no deeper inside of her, she wrapped her legs around mine and rolled her hips into me. I gasped, feeling the heat and moisture from her envelope me and pull me in. My arms shuddered with the ecstasy, and I was soon on my elbows, and thrusting myself into her again.

She wrapped her arms around me, and reached up to kiss me. She was hungry now and kissed me hard. Our teeth clashed briefly, but that only encouraged her to kiss me harder. I continued to thrust inside of her, as my tongue pushed into her mouth.

It didn't take long for me to feel her fingernails digging into my back. Her arms pulled tight against me as he legs wrapped around my back. She lifted herself off the ground to cling tightly to me as she came with a series of powerful shudders.

When she was through, she slowly lowered herself back to the blankets. I lay atop of her and held her as smaller shudders racked her body. When the shudders had mostly subsided, I began to thrust into her again. She reacted more calmly this time, but with just as much passion.

Her hands ran through my hair, and her hips rocked in time with my thrusts. Our kisses were sweeter with our lips pulling and teasing each other. We moved slowly, but I could felt tension building.

I felt the need to come growing inside of me. I could feel her need as well, her stomach grew ever more taut, and her legs holding me deeper inside of her as I continued to thrust. I was breathing so hard, that I could hardly maintain the kiss. I pressed my sweaty forehead against hers and let that contact be enough.

I picked up the pace of my thrusts. My hands pulled down on her shoulders to push her against my cock, even as my elbows struggled to support my weight above her. With a frantic push, I emptied my seed into her, pressing all of my weight into her. Her eyes shot wide open as I thrust into her again, draining more of myself into her. Her eyes fluttered and her hands scrambled uselessly against my back.

I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as my orgasm drained my strength. I felt as if I was crushing her beneath me but for long moments I was too exhausted to move. As my breathing began to calm, I moved to pull out to lie next to her. Her hands grabbed my bottom desperately, holding me in place as she sucked in great gasps of air through her teeth.

I placed my hand beneath her hips and held her in place. Gently and carefully we turned over, until she was the one lying breathless on top of me. I was still inside of her when my breathing returned to normal. I kissed her sweaty forehead and gave her a gentle hug. It was only then that I realized we were both still wearing our shirts.

We lay with our arms around each other for a long time. I could feel her heat beating, and realized that mine was beating in perfect harmony. But our magical encounter couldn't last forever. The air began to cool, and the shadows of the surrounding flowers soon covered our half-naked bodies. With a great sigh, we disengaged our bodies and gave each other a final kiss.

* * *

It was a long quiet drive back to the set. As the mountain had separated the field from Hollywood, it soon separated us from the field and the events that happened there.

We were a bit surprised to find that there was no scandal upon our return. People attributed her tardiness to nascent diva behavior, for those who even noticed. My absence was noticed by even fewer people that hers.

Lisa and I talked a few times after that on the set, but she never seemed to come by when others weren't around. She seemed to have gotten over her obsession with needing real things around her. On the last day of shooting, I took the spoon she had wielded and tied it with a green ribbon to a sprig of lavender. I left it anonymously in her trailer.

The movie ended up being a great success, and Lisa was soon an A-list celebrity. I see her all the time on the news, from charity events to awards shows. Some people think she has lost touch with what's real, but I know better, since her only diva demand is to have fresh lavender in her trailer. 

The Set: Best Two Out of Three



This story was created as part of a chain story writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title "The Set" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform.

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You know, if I wasn't a former tennis player, I might be distracted when anyone mentioned "the set" around an attractive woman. On the other hand when the word lavender is mentioned my thoughts drift immediately to those lace lavender panties the women used to wear under their tennis dresses. Of course I guess both statements date me.

I never had a tennis romance, all those years I played I watched mixed doubles partners walk hand in hand off the court after a match, while I would shake hands with my mixed doubles partner and then head off in a different direction. There was a little solace in the fact we typically crushed the love birds on the court. Oddly, regardless of what the score was, the losing couple simply seemed to float in a mindless harmony that confused me.

It's not that I didn't want to hook up with my mixed doubles partner, but it seemed whenever I thought I had a chance I'd find my girlfriend skulking around ready to screw up any plans I might have had towards my partner. Yeah, funny thing, I transformed this uncomfortable situation into a permanent one when I married my girlfriend.

Well, call it charity, call it what you want but when I decided to try to take up some tennis after thirty five years my wife recommended I get set up with a pro at the local tennis club. Of course my wife pictured the well known forty-something male head pro working with me, but instead I got stuck with his assistant, a twenty-something just out of college. I'm sure you'll understand there wasn't even a remote chance I was going to tell my wife of the developments at the tennis club.

Now, in a way, tennis is a lot like riding a bicycle, of course in a lot of ways it's not. So while I still had some of the same basic swings down and my form was acceptable, the fact I was carrying more than a hundred extra pounds this time around did limit my abilities. Seeing my form, Carrie, the assistant pro, realized I had played when I was younger, so she simply helped me work on my timing while I learned to handle the extra bulk I was carrying.

Over the summer Carrie and I had made some progress, as I slowly got into a little better shape and she helped me sharpen up my game. I knew I had done well, but when she asked me to be her mixed doubles partner in the upcoming club tournament I was flattered. Quickly agreeing to play together, the two of us doubled up our workout schedule, concentrating on our doubles play. 

By the time the tournament came around we were very competitive and while we weren't expected to do well at all, we ended up in the semifinals giving the head pro and his young partner a tough match before losing 6-4, 3-6, 7-5. We did win the consolation match so we had the distinct honor of receiving a third place ribbon after watching the trophies go to two other teams. I thought it was nice to get the ribbon, but Carrie was ecstatic. 

It wasn't until a couple of weeks later, when the sky clouded over and it had started raining just before one of our sessions, that she showed me just how ecstatic she was. I peeked into her office at the back of the pro shop, "Hey, Carrie, looks like we'll need to reschedule."

"No, no, I've got a workout just for you." She grabbed a key off her desk and said, "Follow me."

As she unlocked a door an led me into a small locker room I asked, "What is this."

"Oh this is the locker room for the club pros. They've had to put a little divider in for me."

"What are we going to do in here," I asked as she locked the door behind her.

"Well, we can't work on your game any because of the rain, but we can still work on your conditioning."

"Okay," I said, not entirely sure what she meant until she pulled off her top and unfastened her bra.

Kicking off her shoes and unfastening her shorts she said, "Well, come on, I'm not doing this workout alone. Don't worry, the other pros went home for the day"

"I just... I'm not sure..."

By then she was naked. Reaching down between her legs she said, "Don't make me do this alone."

I quickly kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shorts and underwear. Reaching out I grabbed her and drew her to my, kissing her on the mouth. I moved her back onto the bench by the lockers and had her sit down. Kneeling down between her legs, I quickly dove in, pushing my tongue between her lips and deep into her pussy, tasting the tart flavor of her juices.

Working up her lips, I found her clit and ran my tongue in small circles over it. She draped her legs over my shoulders and began moving her hips, pushing against me as I continued caressing her clit. After some time, I began sucking it in between my lips as my tongue slid over it, up and down.

She moaned loudly and reached down, grabbing my head. Grinding hard against my face she came, crying out, "Oh yes, yes."

Immediately pulling me up, she leaned back and guided my cock into her pussy. I pushed and felt it slide easily into her. As I began withdrawing she whispered, "Just don't come inside me." I nodded and then thrust deep into her, feeling her wet, warm softness unfurl around me.

It had been a long time since I had, had any sex, and it had been decades since I had sex with anyone so young and nubile so before long I was feeling the pressure building in my balls. Savoring the sensation, the feel of this beautiful young woman, I moaned loudly, gritted my teeth and then pulled my cock out of her.

She immediately reached down and pressed my cock onto her pubic mound and rubbed it as I came, painting her body with my white cum. It splashed up on her breasts and stomach, finally oozing out into her pubic hair. I turned and sat down on the bench between her outspread legs and just looked at her.

Smiling, she reached down and ran her fingers through the cum, spreading it over her breasts and stomach. I reached over and gently spread the rest of it over her pubic hair.

"You know, I always wanted to make it with a tennis player," I said, "ever since I was in high school."

"Well, you got your wish, but I hope we aren't finished now. I mean you still need a lot of work on your tennis and I think I might learn a few things from you in the locker room."

"Okay, so this is our first set then?" I asked.

"Yes, this was our first set."

"Now how about next time we try for best two out of three?"

"Okay, or even better, best three out of five."

"Four out of seven?"

She nodded, "Perhaps. Now you better get dressed while I take a shower and clean all this off."

I waited until she took her shower and came out. Even though it was still raining, she walked me out to my car, holding my hand all the way. I guess I finally made it in tennis.



The Set: Color of Love



Author's Note: This story is the result of a writing challenge among several of the authors here at Lit. Every story in this chain began with a common list of ten words. It's been fun to create something and try to find ways to work unusual terms seamlessly into the tale. 

I hope you enjoy the story. I always love to get feedback from the readers. It's what helps me improve and grow as a writer. If you enjoy the story, please take the time to vote and or leave a comment. If you aren't comfortable with that, then an anonymous feedback option is available Thanks so much! Script

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"Charity?" 

The sound finally penetrated the fugue surrounding her brain. She looked up and grinned at him. 

"How long have you been standing there?" 

He couldn't help the answering grin that slid over his face. 

"Long enough to admire the view." 

She rolled her eyes and looked down at her paint smeared jeans. 

"You really have a warped sense of vision, you know that?" 

He chuckled. With her hair escaping the ribbon that held it back, and dots of lavender spattered across her nose, he thought she was breathtaking. 

"There isn't a damn thing wrong with my vision, woman." 

He plastered a mock serious expression across his face. Her laughter echoed through the room. 

"So how is it coming?" 

He indicated the easel in front of her. 

She took a step back and passed a critical eye over the painting. It was still in the early stages, the canvas blotted with dark values. She was only beginning to lay the lighter colors down. 

In her mind, was the image she wanted the world to see. She nodded. 

"I think it's going pretty well." 

Edward smiled. 

"It always is. I just came to let you know it's almost time." 

At her furrowed brow he prompted. 

"You wanted me to remind you...about the showing." 

Amusement crinkled the edges of his eyes. Charity's hand flew to her face, adding a trail of brown across her cheek. 

"Oh! Right!" 

She quickly gathered her brushes and sealed her palette. 

"Let me just get cleaned up here and I'll go get ready." 

Edward shook his head. He knew she'd forget. Whenever she was working on a new piece, she was always lost in the world her mind created. Reality held little interest for her. 

He took solace in the fact that her escapism resulted in incredible art. Her paintings revealed an inner harmony, a balance of spirit that left the viewer feeling peaceful and serene. 

He'd realized her enormous talent the moment he'd seen her first painting in a remote corner of a flea market booth. She'd been painting out of her loft apartment and selling her work for a few hundred dollars through an amateur dealer at the market. Edward had gone to great lengths to track her down and offered himself as her agent. 

Their partnership had lasted for five years now and Charity was every bit the success that he'd predicted. What he hadn't seen coming was that he'd fall for her. Where her paintings were calm, Charity was passion and fire. He found himself drawn to her light. 

The days he didn't see her, he often found himself bereft and unsettled. Those days, he found himself looking frequently at her paintings, just to have some sort of connection with her. Asking her out was not an option. He'd allowed the thought to skulk about in his head briefly, but had quickly tucked that idea away. She was an angel, and a mere mortal dared not reach so high. 

His buddies would laugh if they ever heard him say anything like that, but it was the way Charity made him feel. He was really afraid to ruin the relationship they had worked for. What if he asked her and she was horrified? Their partnership couldn't survive the strain and he couldn't stand the thought of not seeing her, so he trundled along, trying to be content with friendship. 

Over the years she had dated a few guys, mostly losers who hadn't been prepared for the periods of isolation that an artist required. He'd been the supportive best friend and waited around to pick up the pieces when she'd needed him. 

"OK, I'll just head into the shower. How long do we have?" 

Her voice startled him out of his reflection. He glanced down at his watch. "Can you be ready in an hour and a half?" 

She nodded. 

"Sure." 

He grinned. 

"Great. I'll be back to pick you up then." 

She headed off towards the bathroom and he let himself out. Just the thoughts of her in the shower already had him hard and aching. He closed his eyes. He had to stop torturing himself with something he could never have. God, he was pathetic. He shook his head and made his way to his car. He had a showing to get ready for. 

~~oOo~~

Charity stared into the mirror, amazed at what a little makeup and a designer dress could do to transform her from her usual shabby self to something approaching elegant. She'd never make the cover of a magazine, at least not for her looks. She considered herself passably pretty at best, but Edward seemed to think differently. 

Edward always joked that her beauty had as much to do with her success as her actual work did. She always laughed the comment away, but secretly she was pleased that he thought she was beautiful. 

She had always hoped that their relationship would develop further, but he'd never seemed interested in more than a mild flirtation and she'd been afraid to push things too far. She looked at the way the dress hugged her figure. Maybe it was time to get past those fears. 

She dabbed a bit of perfume behind her ears, at her wrists and along the slope of her breasts. She had just applied her lipstick when she heard Edward's key in the door. 

"Charity, I'm here. Are you ready?" 

She slipped her feet into her Manolo sling backs and grabbed her clutch. She headed toward the foyer. 

"As ready as I ever am for these things." 

She stopped short when she saw him leaning against the wall in the entryway, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his Armani tux. She decided it should be illegal for a man to look that sexy. Normally she would make some smartass comment about monkey suits, but she remembered the woman in the mirror and her newly formed resolve to push a few of Edward's buttons. 

The smile that glided over her lips was slow and sensual. She let her gaze wander over him, her look leaving no question as to her thoughts. She almost laughed when she got to his face. Edwards jaw was hanging down. 

"Are you OK?" 

His jaw snapped shut as he tried to recover. 

"Of course, let's get going." 

He turned and opened the door, holding it for her to walk past. 

~~oOo~~

Edward was quiet on the drive to the Westmeade Gallery. The view of the cityscape against the night sky was usually something he took the time to appreciate, but it never even registered with him. All he saw was the look on her face as she had checked him out. He kept playing that brief moment in Charity's foyer over and over in his head.

He tried to reconcile the predatory gaze with [I]his[/I] charity. He had to admit that it fit her fiery nature, but he couldn't accept that it had been directed towards him. He glanced at her, sitting in the seat beside him, and nearly groaned out loud. She was had her legs crossed at the knee, the short dress exposing their tantalizing length, just for his personal torture. He turned her head to meet his gaze, amusement lighting her eyes and he quickly turned his attention back to the road ahead. Embarrassment at being caught staring at her sent a blush creeping up his cheeks. 

What the hell was wrong with him? He'd always been able to put aside his attraction for her in the interests of business. [I]She's never encouraged you before[/I], a niggling little voice in his head whispered. Damn. How was he supposed to represent her the way she needed hi to if he couldn't separate his mind form his cock? God, he was such a fucking Neanderthal. 

Edward almost breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled into the parking garage. At least he would be out of the close confines of the car, where her scent couldn't overwhelm him like it was doing now. He bounded out of the car, desperate to get inside. Although he wouldn't really be away from her for most of the evening, at least there would be space between them. 

He opened her door and offered his hand. Charity smiled up at him as she placed her hand in his. She rose from the vehicle with swanlike grace, brushing against him as she stepped past. Edward dropped her hand like he'd been burned, which was what his skin felt like anywhere it had been in contact with hers. 

He closed her door and locked the car. Charity was already moving towards the elevator that would take them up to street level, her hips swaying in a tempting, hypnotic motion as she walked. 

Son of a bitch, this was going to be a long damn night. 

~~oOo~~

Charity had to work to hide the smirk that tried to surface when Edward let go of her hand. There was no mistaking the current that flowed between them, or the fact that he seemed just as affected as she was. She deliberately put a little extra vamp into her stride as she headed to the elevator. 

Normally, at this point before a showing, she was a basket case, but tonight was different. Somehow her priorities had shifted. The showing was important, but not as important as making Edward see that they were perfect for each other. Everything else seemed rather lackluster by comparison. 

They strolled into the Westmeade Gallery a scant forty-five minutes before the guests were expected to arrive. The caterers were bustling about getting everything set up. Sharon Proctor, the Gallery Manager, broke away from the preparations and came to greet them, hands extended before her. She took Charity's hands and air-kissed both cheeks, turning to give the same treatment to Edward. She stepped back and turned her attention to Charity. 

"Well, my dear, you've outdone yourself once again." 

Charity smiled at the older woman and murmured her thanks. She looked her over. Sharon was one of those people who would never have a hair fall out of place. None of them would dare risk her displeasure. Sharon was charming and very good with people, but she was all business. She lived and breathed for the bottom line, which worked to Charity's advantage. 

"Why don't we walk through it one last time, love." 

She nodded. 

"Of course." 

They had been working out the groupings and placement for this showing over a four month period, although it had mainly been Edward and Sharon working out the details. The final layout had been agreed upon just two weeks prior. 

She led Charity and Edward through the setup, pausing periodically to adjust lighting. It was always the same routine and it caused Charity to smile. At Edwards quizzical look, she leaned over to whisper in his ear. 

"Do you think she even realizes she does this?" 

He flashed her a conspiratorial grin. 

"I have no doubt of it. That woman is aware of every particle of dust within a one mile radius." 

She chuckled. 

"I think you're right." 

~~oOo~~ The caterer called Sharon away for a moment, leaving the two of them alone. Edward found himself staring at Charity again. She raised a slender eyebrow. He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the stone that suddenly prevented him from speaking. 

"Uh, if I didn't tell you earlier, you look amazing." 

The smile that bloomed over her face was as radiant as the warmth that lit her eyes at his compliment. He felt the glow of that smile all the way to his core. It was the sort of smile that melted a man's neural pathways. 

She stepped closer and reached up to adjust his bowtie, her eyes raising to meet his. 

"So do you." 

His breath stopped in chest, the moment suspended in time. They stared at each other, without uttering a word until Sharon's voice pulled them back into reality. 

"OK, darlings, where did we leave off? Oh, yes." 

She was off again, the two of them trailing behind, curiously unaware of anything she was saying. 

~~oOo~~

Charity was sipping slowly from a glass of champagne. She tried to limit herself to one over the course of the night. She had put on what Sharon called her pageant smile and chatted politely with all of the patrons. She had no idea what she'd said to most of them, but it must have been fine, because Sharon pulled her aside to let her know that it was looking like a raving success. 

When Charity nodded absently, Sharon pulled her into her office for a moment. She sat her down in a chair, and seated herself beside her. 

"Alright, sweetheart, spill it." 

Charity blushed. 

"Spill what?" 

The look Sharon pinned her with said [I]you aren't fooling anyone, sister.[/I] "It's that obvious?" 

Sharon laughed. 

"If it were any more obvious, it would be on a marquis outside the Bellagio." 

Charity sighed. 

"I don't know what's come over me. I mean, we've known each other for years, but suddenly, everything is different. It's like I've seen the world in shades of blue, and suddenly everything's yellow." 

Sharon patted her hand. 

"It's about time you figured it out, love." 

Charity raised startled eyes to meet her friend's. 

"About time?" 

The older woman chuckled. 

"Honey, that man's been crazy about you for years. He just hasn't got the brains to do anything about it." 

She shook her head and sighed. 

"As usual, it's up to the woman to make the move." 

Charity felt the tension and doubt that she'd been feeling flow away form her. She smiled at Sharon, that knowing smile that passes between women. 

"Go on then, we're almost through here. After the guests leave, you take care of business. I'll finish out the books." 

Charity stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

"Thank you for everything, Sharon." 

The art dealer smiled, and waved her hand. 

"I have ulterior motives, darling." 

At Charity's raised eyebrows, she answered. 

"This is bound to do amazing things for your art." 

Charity burst out laughing, and made her way back out to the show floor. 

~~oOo~~

Edward saw Charity come out of Sharon's office, all smiles. The night seemed to be going very well. Nearly all of the pieces had been purchased. He imagined that Sharon had passed along the news, based on Charity's expression. He watched as her eyes scanned the room, searching, until they came to rest on him. She headed straight for him, the smile still in place. 

"So, I guess Sharon filled you in." 

She flashed him a mysterious smile. 

"Yes, she certainly did." 

He smiled back at her, captivated. At that moment one of the guests came up and asked her a question about one of the pieces. She winked at him and walked the gentleman over to the painting in question. 

Edward didn't take his eyes off of her. The man leaned close and murmured something. Charity threw back her head and laughed, the sound musical and light. His gut clenched with an unfamiliar emotion. He had the sudden desire to go drag her away from him. Since when did he get jealous? 

"Down, tiger." 

He glanced down to find Sharon regarding him with a smug expression. 

"What?" 

Sharon fixed him with a stare that said quite plainly, [I]you are a complete lunkhead.[/I]

"That girl has eyes for only one man in the room, Edward and that's you. If you're too much of an idiot to do something about it, then you deserve to be miserable. Just don't make her miserable too. She shouldn't have to suffer for your cowardice." 

She patted his arm and strolled off to speak with one of her regular patrons. 

Could he really let himself hope that it was true. Her behavior all evening seemed to support what Sharon said. Had he been too fearful to see? Charity looked over at him just then, her eyes warm and full of promise. 

God, what a fool he was. He returned her look with equal promise in his eyes. 

~~oOo~~

After the last patron had gone, true to her word, Sharon had ushered them out the door. It was their custom to catch a late dinner and drink to celebrate the evening, but Charity asked I he would just take her home. She could see the disappointment cross his face, but she had every intention of replacing that with a much warmer emotion. 

The drive was just as quiet as the one earlier, each of them wrapped up in their own thoughts, but the tension between them was much higher. She felt as though her body was coiled like a spring. Tentatively, she reached over and curled her fingers through his. 

Edward glanced over in surprise at her, and tightened his hand around hers. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin against hers, even if it was only their hands. She could feel the electricity flowing between them and basked in the heat it sent flushing over her skin. 

Just like before, he helped her out of the car when they arrived, but instead of letting go of her hand, he pulled it up against his chest. She could feel the rapid tattoo of his heart beneath her hand. She gazed up at him with lust drunk eyes and gasped at the need reflected in his own. 

She parted her lips to say something, anything, but before her brain could come up with a suitable phrase, his mouth captured hers beneath it. His lips were warm and firm against her soft ones. He started gently, gliding over her lips, nibbling at her bottom lip, tugging gently at it until he slid his tongue across, encouraging her to open up to him. 

Her knees went weak as his tongue swept inside her mouth. She slid both arms up around his neck, and pressed herself close to him. He tasted like raw passion. She met his assault with equal ardor, kissing him back with everything she had. 

Heat pooled between her thighs and she pulled back from him with a gasp. 

She gazed up at him with passion clouded eyes and a smile that left no doubts as to her intentions. Grabbing his hand she pulled him behind her until they were inside her front door. As soon as the door closed, Edward pulled her back into his arms and claimed her lips. His hands slid from her waist to her round bottom, pulling her tightly against him. She felt the hard length of him pressed up against her and she gasped. 

She wanted desperately to see him. All of him. She slid her hands down to his bowtie and gave a tug. Within seconds, the small scrap of silk was floating to the floor. Her hands were already at work on the studs of his shirt. He gave a low chuckle.  

"Sweetheart, we have all the time in the world." 

She looked up at him. 

"You might want to wait, Edward, but I can't. I need to see you right now." 

She watched as he read the lust in her eyes. He only hesitated a moment before he began helping her. Soon he was standing before her in only his briefs. She let her gaze travel down his muscled chest to his flat stomach, and down further until she reached his swollen cock, straining against the thin material. 

She licked her lips. She loved that she could get that reaction out of him. Knowing that he was hard because of her caused her to get even wetter. She reached out a hand and touched his chest, letting her hand trail slowly along the same path her eyes had just followed. 

Edward closed his eyes and let out a low groan. He gasped as her hand fluttered lightly over him. She touched him just enough to tease. Gliding back up, she slid her fingers under his waistband and gave a little tug. She pushed the last bit of covering he had left to the floor. Now that it was freed, she took a moment to examine it. 

It was beautiful. It was perfectly proportioned to his body, and Edward was not a small man. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, loving the feel of velvet covering steel. He pulsed and throbbed beneath her hand. She looked up to find that he had closed his eyes and his breathing was shallow. 

When he opened them, there was a dangerous glitter to them. 




The Set: Color of Love



"Charity, baby, you aren't playing fair. You still have that damn dress on." 

She smiled at that, her eyes narrowing. 

"Hmm, so I do. What are you going to do about it?" 

He walked towards her in an almost predatory fashion, backing her up against the door. He slid his arms around her waist and crushed his mouth over hers. She found herself drowning in the heat between them. When he pulled back, he tugged at the straps on her shoulders, and the fabric dropped to the floor with a whisper. 

His smug expression quickly changed to one of shock and admiration as he realized she had nothing on beneath the little dress. 

"Dear God, woman, are you trying to kill me?" 

The husky tone in his voice was intoxicating. She licked her lips and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the hall to her bedroom. Charity was so wet she could feel it on her thighs. She needed to feel his skin next to hers with a desperation she'd never experienced before. 

Standing next to the bed, she wound her arms up around his neck, and pressed her body along his. She sighed as her breasts made contact with his chest. Edward leaned down to capture her lips in another dizzying kiss, laying her back onto the bed and covering her body with his. The heat of his skin against hers left her feeling restless and impatient. 

He slid his hands up her waist and over her stomach, coming up to cup her breasts. His eyes rested on the pink nipples and he grinned up at her, before lowering his head to take one in his mouth. He flicked his tongue lightly around the nipple and tugged at it with his teeth. Charity gasped as little shockwaves resonated through her. 

He grinned, and turned his attention to the other one, causing her body to wind tighter. Edward continued his assault, moving from breast to breast until she was almost sobbing with the pleasure of it. 

"Now Edward. I need you inside me right now." 

Her voice was so husky she almost didn't recognize it as her own. Seeing the need on her face, he moved to position himself at her entrance. She closed her eyes in anticipation. 

"Charity, baby, open your eyes. I want you to look at me." 

Her eyes flew open to meet his, just as he pressed himself inside her. Both of them let out a deep groan as their bodies connected. She could feel every little part of him as he filled her completely. When he was all the way in, he leaned down and kissed her slowly. 

Charity began to rock her hips restlessly against him. 

"Easy, baby." 

He locked his gaze with hers as he slowly withdrew, until only the tip of him was left inside her. Just when she was about to protest, he slammed all the way back in, in one smooth stroke. Charity cried out. 

Charity found his rhythm and raised her hips to meet his, their speed increasing until they were slapping wildly against one another. The nerve endings in her walls were alive and spinning her body out of control. She could feel herself building towards her climax. Without even realizing it, she slid her hands up to cup her breasts, pulling lightly at her nipples as they continued to strain at each other. 

"Oh god, baby, that is so fucking sexy." 

She looked up at Edward. His face was wild with lust and passion, his voice had gone deeper, almost gravelly. Knowing she had done this to him pushed her over the edge. She felt herself tighten around him right before her eyes went wide and her body arched off of the bed, bucking wildly as she flew apart. 

"Oh hell honey, here I come too." 

His body tensed as he buried himself deep inside her, hot, thick jets of come flooding her passage, leaving her gasping. 

Edward collapsed to her side and drew her into his arms, kissing her deeply. She pulled back and twined her body around his, tucking her head into his shoulder. Warmth and contentment spread through her whole body. 

After they lay there for a few minutes, Edwards voice, quiet and serious, drifted down to her. 

"Charity, honey, I don't want you to think this is a one time thing." 

His hand was stroking over her hair. Her voice, soft and sleepy replied. 

"I know Edward, the world isn't blue anymore." 

Before he could ask her what she meant, he heard the even sound of her breathing and realized the love of his life was fast asleep.



The Set: Heat of Hydration



This story was created as part of a chain story writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title "The Set" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform.

*

Harry watched the young woman climbing the scaffolding that towered along one side of the building as he waited for the next concrete truck to back up to the pump. It was like a painting seeing her red hair against the lavender sky as the sun slowly set on the remote construction site. He'd be working late into the evening due to a number of malfunctions with the concrete pump, but he found solace in the fact he could watch her this evening as she worked late stacking brick so the masons could get an early start in the morning.

After signing the tickets for the last two concrete trucks and watching the last of the concrete pumped into place Harry directed the pump truck driver where to wash out the truck and then headed back into the building. With the last of the mud down his finishing crews could work in relative harmony, leveling and screeding the concrete before starting up the troweling machines. Besides checking back with the finishers every hour or so Harry was pretty much free to skulk about the building, perhaps watch the lady mason as she worked some more.

From up on the third floor Harry watched as the last ribbon of sunlight faded in the west when he noticed a shapely silhouette along the edge of the building. He slowly walked across the concrete floor as the city lights in the distance transformed the entire scene into an odd science fiction like setting. He seemed to be looking out across a future landscape as he walked up to the woman and said, "It sure looks different as the lights come on."

"Yeah watching the sunset from a jobsite just seems to do something to me. That's why I always try to work late."

"It does kind of take your breath away, I guess," Harry replied.

"That too, but for me it's more... kind of a physical thing. I feel a freedom as it gets quiet and dark, kind of turns me on."

"Wow, I didn't think masonry was so exciting."

"No, I'm serious, I actually get turned on."

"Turned on?"

"Yeah, but usually I'm alone so I just... well..."

"You mean you actually..." Harry paused, not wanting to blurt out the word.

"Yes, actually I do."

Feeling a tingling in his pants Harry opened his mouth, shut it and then opened it again saying, "I never would have imagined."

"Of course I'm not alone now," she replied slyly.

"Oh I see," Harry replied running his hand through his gray hair, "The old man's a charity case."

"Did I call you a charity case? Okay you're a bit older than me..."

"A bit, I could be your father," Harry replied.

"Well, let's just say a young uncle," she replied, stepping up closer to him and running her hand down his chest.

"Oh I don't know if I can..." Harry started, but paused as her hand continued down his chest, over his belt and down to the bulge in his pants.

"You can't? It looks like you can to me," she replied. She then kneeled in front of him, delicately taking his zipper and lowering it.

Leaning back against a stack of bricks, Harry stood quietly as she reached in and took a hold of his cock. Carefully working it out of his pants she slowly began stroking it until a pool of precum formed in the tiny hole. She looked up at him, smiled and then stuck her tongue out and dipped it into the pool.

"Hmmm, there's nothing like the taste of precum on a cool evening. That bitter taste really makes me wet. Do you want to see how wet?"

Harry nodded.

The woman stood up, unfastened her pants and then grabbed Harry's hand, guiding it to the waistband of her panties. He slowly worked his hand inside her panties and slid it downward. His fingers worked through the soft curls of her hair and then found the delicate skin of her lips. Finding the slit between them, he moved downwards feeling his fingers get wetter and wetter as he went. Reaching her opening, he slid his finger into her and pushed it deep.

"Oh yeah, you see how wet."

"Yeah, so wet," he replied.

"Now how about we get your cock wet. You want to do that?"

"Oh yeah," Harry moaned, as he pulled his hand out of her pants and then began unfastening his belt. He quickly dropped his pants to the ground as he watched her untie and kick off her boots and then pull off her jeans and panties.

The woman stepped over to the brick pile, leaned over it and wiggled her ass towards Harry saying, "Come on, let's get your cock wet."

Harry stepped forward and pushed his hips toward her. He felt her grab his cock from between her legs and guide it. Leaning into her, Harry felt the tip of his cock sliding between her wet lips. She was so wet it slid easily, so he grabbed her hips and shoved hard.

"Yes, that's it," she moaned, "can you feel it?"

"Oh yeah," he cried, "so wet, so wet."

"Yeah your cock's wet isn't it... soaking wet."

"So wet," he moaned.

"Oh god it's good. Yeah just like that," she moaned.

Harry could feel her juices all in his pubic hair and running down his thighs. He'd never fucked a woman who was so wet. Each time he shoved his cock deep his pubis splashed against her ass. Suddenly she groaned and reached back, grabbing him and holding him tight against her. He could feel her pussy squeezing his cock then releasing, squeezing and releasing, again and again.

With her orgasm he could feel more of her juices flow out onto her thighs and as he began thrusting again the juices soon ran down his thighs too. Although his cock slid into her too easily now, so easily he could barely feel her, the wetness flooding him turned him on so much that with a few additional thrusts he felt the pleasure jolt through him. He arched his back and splashed deep into her spurting his cum into the ocean of her pussy.

He remained leaned over her back as his cock slowly shrank and with a wet splash it slipped out of her. He pulled up his clothes and as he zipped up and fastened his belt he noticed a huge, soaking wet spot across the front of his pants. The woman's clothes were even worse, the pants completely soak from crotch down to her ankles.

"Damn you were so wet," he said, pulling her close to him.

"Yeah, I always bring a change of clothes."

"Is it like this when you are alone and do it?"

"Not as bad, but I still need a change of clothes. Next time you will need to bring some too I guess," she said, nodding at his pants.

"Next time?"

"Next time the sun sets while your concrete sets."

They walked together down the stairs and then towards where the concrete finishers were getting ready to move the trowels onto a corner of the concrete pour. Wafts of mists rose off the concrete into the cool night air.

"Look it's like the concrete is smoking," the woman said.

"Yeah, moisture rising off the concrete as it heats."

"Heats?"

"Yes the heat of hydration. Here, feel it," Harry said, guiding her hand onto the damp concrete. "Feel the warmth."

"It's a wet warmth," she replied.

"Just like..."

"Yes, just like that," she replied.



The Set: Searching for Harmony



 

This story was created as part of a chain story writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title "The Set" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform.

*

My house was an ongoing project, between the replacing of floors, the painting and the remodeling of the kitchen I figured it would transform into something pretty special, but it seemed that just as soon as something got finished something else would break. I had hoped the painting would be the end of it but then the dishwasher broke, which then prompted me to also replace the old lavender countertops, which then required a new range. It snowballed from there and suddenly the entire kitchen had been replaced.

I barely had time to cut the ribbon on the new kitchen when the air conditioner broke. Yeah, so that means a new, energy efficient model with a digital control system, special timers and even a remote control. The unit cooled the air, but I just couldn't get the control system figured out.

Now it always seemed to me that all you needed to do was set the thermostat on the temperature you wanted and that was it. No, not any more. These new fangled things want you to tell them when you are sleeping or at work so they can go into cut back mode apparently thinking I need the charity or something, but the system supposedly can figure out when I don't need to pay to be cool or warm and simply shuts down. I don't know, I mean I'd rather just set the temperature and let it go.

So anyway, within a week I had the thermostat so screwed up that I found myself sweating all day and freezing at night. In an effort to keep comfortable I had to skulk around the thermostat at all hours of the day and night just to try to see if it was working. After a week it was seemed clear I wasn't going to get it working so I called the contractor for help.

I was mildly surprised when I discovered the Air Conditioning Serviceman was a woman, a very large, but attractive woman with long, dark hair, very prominent breasts, a tight stomach looking stomach and very long, muscular legs. She spoke with an accent, Russian perhaps, anyway, after greeting her at the door, I led her into where the thermostat was and outlined my dilemma.

"So you have a problem with the set?"

"The set?"

"Yes the set of the temperature... the, how you say? Thermo..."

"Thermostat," I completed her sentence for her. "Yes, I have trouble with it."

"Okay, but you understand to be happy you must have the right set. I will fix it for you, but you tell me, when you go to bed."

"When I go to bed?"

"Yes, yes, what time?"

"Oh about 10 or so."

"10 PM right?"

I nodded.

"Okay, that's twenty two, and what time are you working?"

"I work from about eight to six pm."

"Okay that's eight to eighteen, good, good," she replied.

"Weekend?"

"I'm home most of the time."

"Okay, I fix it now," she said before turning to the thermostat. "First I set now," she glanced at her watch. "Now I set sleep time," she pressed the buttons a number of times, "and now time at work." When she finished she stepped back, turned to me, smiled and said, "Okay, all is in harmony."

"Harmony?"

"Yes, yes, working properly, right?"

"I guess."

"Look, here is my... my card. You have problem, you call me."

"Okay, thanks," I said following her back to the door.

Stepping through the door she said, "I will come back next week and check you?"

"Check me?"

"For harmony, the air conditioner working."

"Oh, oh, yes, okay."

"A beautiful day," she said, grabbing my hand and shaking it.

"Beautiful day," I repeated.

"Beautiful day, beautiful sky. It's so big here, big sky."

"Yes, yes it is," I said. I then watched her walk back to her van. For as tall as she was she was remarkably graceful in her movement. She looked back and smiled, so I waved.

Well, the ac worked fine the rest of the week and I had forgotten she said she'd be back to check on things, so when the doorbell rang while I was in the shower, I simply wrapped myself in a towel and headed for the door. I figured it was either the Fed-Ex guy or someone I could run off by just peeking around the door.

Instead I found myself staring at the tall, dark haired woman while I was clad in just a towel. I slowly looked around the corner of the door and said, "Oh, I forgot you said you'd be back. Let me get some clothes on."

"No, it is not necessary, I just will check the set, see if there is harmony."

"Just give me a second and..."

She pushed the door and said, "Is not a problem." She slipped past me completely oblivious to my state of undress.

To get to my room I had to follow her down the hall. She stopped at the thermostat and studied it and in doing so, she blocked the hall. Well, not completely, but I didn't think I could comfortably get between her and the wall.

She suddenly bent over looking at something on the return air grill and in doing so gave me a slight glimpse of skin between her shirt and pants. I had heard of plumber's crack but this peek was certainly more attractive than any plumber's I had seen. Of course, the soft, curving view inspired me as my cock quickly hardened.

Before I could make the appropriate adjustment to conceal my erection, the woman stood up and turned to me. Although I froze, the prominent tent in the towel in front of me was embarrassingly obvious. I smiled, but noticed her gaze was downward.

"Your system is in harmony. You are pleased?"

"Oh yes, yes. The temperature is fine."

"Something else pleases you?"

"Ah, well, ah..."

"I think something else pleases you," she said, her eyes still fixed below my waist.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No, do not be sorry. I sometimes see men speak to me in this manner."

"Speak to you?"

Reaching her hand down and lightly running over the bulge in the towel she whispered, "Speak to me like this."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"No, no, do not be sorry. I have needed a man to speak to me like this. Will you speak to me more?"

"More? How?"

She grabbed my free hand and pulled it up to her breast, "Speak to me like this."

I gently squeezed her breast with my hand and said, "Like this?"

Leaning back against the wall she nodded. I dropped my towel and moved both hands to her breasts. As I squeezed them she began kicking off her shoes and unfastening her pants. I quickly began unbuttoning her blouse and gently pulling her towards the bedroom.

By the time we reached the bed, all she was wearing were her panties. I kneeled in front of her, worked her panties down and then buried my face in her furry bush. She spread her legs wide apart as I reached up, grabbed her ass with my hands and pushed my tongue up between her lips and deep into her pussy.

I looked up and saw her looking down at me between her large breasts. As I ran my tongue up between her lips to her clit, I watched her eyes close and her lips tighten. Her hands wrapped around my head as she pulled me to her.

She breathed loudly and as I sucked her clit up between my lips she groaned and "Come, I am come." I quickly moved my hand around and pushed my fingers up inside her immediately feeling the pulsations. Releasing my head from her hands, she fell back onto the bed, her legs spread wide.

I kneeled there a moment, looking over her large legs, spread as they were, they seemed to cover the entire bed. Her pussy lips were open, curving so deliciously, a bit of her juices ran from the opening. Moving forward, I kneeled on the bed between her legs and leaned my cock onto her soft lips. My cock seemed dwarfed next to her long, curving slit, but as it slipped into her, it felt wonderfully snug.

I moved slowly at first, watching her breasts move slowly as her body received each thrust. As I quickened my pace her breasts seemed to move in a circular motion, her dark, hard nipples bouncing each time our stomachs slapped together. It wasn't long before she was lifting her ass up off the bed, meeting each thrust of mine with her own thrust that actually seemed to lift me in the air some. 

She moaned loudly and said, "I come again, yes, yes again."

I continued my thrusting and the combination of watching face as she came, feeling the pulsations up and down my cock and seeing her breasts bounce in rhythm with our movements simply drove me over the edge. Arching my back, I plunged my cock into her soaking pussy and came, spurting my hot, white cum into her again and again.

After coming, I collapsed onto her, where she wrapped her legs and arms around me, holding me tight. I didn't move for the longest time, just enjoying the feel of her completely enveloping me in her body. My cock slowly shrank and then slipped out of her, falling limply against her ass.

"You have fallen from me," she whispered.

"Yes," was all I said.

"I am suddenly lonely again, I want you inside me."

"I want to be inside you."

Grabbing my hand, she guided me down between her legs. I pushed two fingers into her, feeling them slide easily into the mixture of our juices.

"Put more, more fingers," she whispered, her breath quickening.

I slipped two more fingers into her so only my thumb was not inside her. She began moving her hips up and down so I turned my hand to where the thumb rubbed against her clit as I moved four fingers in and out of her opening.

"Deeper, deeper, more..." she moaned. She then reached down and pushed my hand against her, shoving my fingers in deeper. Moving my thumb from her clit, I made a fist, which she pushed against herself until, her wet pussy opened up and swallowed my entire hand. "Now fuck me," she gasped.

I pulled my hand out slightly and then pushed it in, just a short ways at first but then deeper and deeper. When I went in past my wrist I slowed some, but she kept pushing against me so I shoved my fist deeper. I finally came against something solid feeling and then backed my hand out. Moving back and forth I continued as she lifted her hips driving me deep into her.

Her head now moved back and forth and her breasts were flopping all over her body as she moved. There was a large wet stain on the bed where her juices flowed down my arm and dripped onto the sheets. Finally, when it seemed as if she wanted, needed to draw my entire am, my entire body into her pussy, she came, hissing loudly as cunt pulsed on my arm, squeezing it, sucking on it as her juices poured down to my elbow.

It was only when she collapsed back onto the bed with a loud whine that I slowly began pulling my arm and fist from her pussy. I could feel the soft walls as they contracted over my fingers and gently helped push them out. When my fist finally reappeared from between her stretched lips, I let my head fall onto her thigh and I simply watched as her pussy slowly closed and her lips shrank back to a tight slit.

I awoke the following morning as she was pulling her leg from under my head. I quickly grabbed at her, trying to pull her back to me but she said, "No, no, I am late already."

"Can't we..."

"No, no I have no time."

Grabbing her ass I leaned forward and kissed her pussy, pushing my tongue up between her lips, but she pushed me back.

"I want to, but can't. If I am late I get fired, if I get fired I lose my Visa and have to go back."

"But what about..."

"No I have to leave now," she said, pulling on her pants. She then slid on her shirt and headed out into the hallway. "Your temperature is fixed now, I must go."

I walked out into the hallway and watched as the opened the door and stepped outside. She glanced back in at me and said, "Such a big, beautiful sky," she then closed the door.

I waited a moment, then turned and walked over to the thermostat. I began indiscriminately pushing buttons as number and lights began flashing. Oddly, it looked like I might need someone to work on the set again. 

  



Sunset



I heard the old saying "Red sky in morning - sailor take warning, red sky at night - sailor's delight," but I never really paid much attention to it. The sky looked fine, in fact I remember gazing out at the sunset after I had finished getting my boat into the water and tied up at the dock. I pulled the truck and trailer up into my parking place and then looked out over the water. I watched a few clouds transform from white, to pink and finally to lavender as the sun slipped into the water. It was almost like a painting, one of those perfect landscape or I should say seascape paintings that you always wish you'd bought.

That next morning the weather was great and although I noticed the beautiful reddish color of the sunrise, I simply figured I was being rewarded for waking up so early. My girlfriend was supposed to arrive shortly with a few friends for a morning of fishing. If it worked out okay, we'd stop back at the dock, grill up some of our catch for lunch and head back out and fish until sunset. Anyway, I had to get the boat ready for the excursion, so I was adding ice to the ice chests over the drinks I left to chill overnight and straightening up the cabin.

I had just stepped back out on the deck of the boat and noticed a last ribbon of red just above the distant horizon. Pausing, I let myself simply enjoy the gentle harmony of the sunrise, oblivious to what skulked just beyond the horizon. Glancing at my watch I was about to settle down into one of the deck seats when I heard a car horn.

"Damn," I thought to myself, "she's never been on time before." Sure enough I looked up to see Katy and Catherine walking down to the dock.

"Hey, why so early? And where is..." I noticed the immediate frown on Katy's face as her hand sliced back and forth in front of her throat.

"I thought I'd surprise you and get here early," she said, continuing on in a whisper, "He's not coming... some big fight."

"So Dave's not..."

"No, he's off with some slut or something. I brought Catherine to get her mind off it all, okay," she hissed.

"Okay, okay," I whispered, and then more loudly, "Hey, you two missed a beautiful sunrise. I've got drinks in the ice chests, some snacks in the cabin and sunscreen under the seat there. How about it Cath, want a beer?"

"It's barely eight am, besides, I'm not really in the mood. Look Katy, why not leave me behind, I'll be fine."

"Nonsense," I replied, "we've got plenty to eat and drink and we have the whole ocean full of fish to catch."

"It's the gulf Mike, like in Gulf of Mexico. And guys, I don't want to spoil your fun... I'm not some charity case, I'll be fine."

"Gulf, ocean, whatever, I still need the both of you to help me operate this boat."

Katy looked at me and mouthed, "Thank you," in a manner that held some promise for later.

"Besides, once we get out, bait a hook and cast you'll see how good things really are. I find great solace when I fish."

Katy's eyebrow kinked upward so I figured I'd better lighten up so I started up the engine and said, "Ladies, if you would untie the boat there at the front and back, we'll be ready to go. You all missed the sunrise, it was quite spectacular."

Katy frowned at me, "I was driving and it was behind us so we didn't see anything.

"Well, maybe the sunset will be nice."

"Maybe," Katy said mockingly.

We eased out into the harbor and then headed toward the open water. While Katy had arrived early, it was quite late for the avid fishermen so the harbor was practically empty as we moved so I had a chance to look over my "fishing buddies" for the day.

Katy looked nice as usual, her hair was a bit more curly than normal, but with her short shorts, halter top and white deck shoes she looked about as ready to fish as Queen Elizabeth. She didn't have on much makeup so her freckles were a bit more noticeable, on her face and down her... well down into her halter top. Her breasts were small so she was never one to wear bras very often, so I had ample opportunity to peek in and around the folds and openings in the fabric to catch a glimpse of nipple. Of course I had sailed these waters before and I was more interested in what kind of peeks I might get looking Catherine's way.

I had met her before, usually hanging on Dave's arm, sitting in his truck beside him or at the other end of a bar as I threw darts with Dave. She didn't talk a lot and while Dave and I were friends, we never really hung out much together so Catherine was just a woman who was there. I guess, here on the boat, I really was just now looking at her for the first time.

It was a bit odd now, seeing Catherine change from a woman who was "just there" to a very enticing, beautiful and available... well available if my girlfriend wasn't sitting next to her on the boat. As I drove the boat out of the harbor and into the open waters of Laguna Madre I tried to get a better look at her but besides her long, dark hair I really couldn't see a lot with the two of them sitting behind me.

If Dave was with me I would have headed out toward the land cut where a narrow passage of water connects Laguna Madre to the Gulf of Mexico. The boat is really too small to get out into the gulf but there is usually pretty good fishing where the shallow waters at the banks drops off into the deeper center of the channel. With the two ladies on board I opted to hit a closer spot near the wreckage of an old boat.

After several minutes of driving the boat while trying to really get a look at Catherine we reached our destination and I quickly shut down the engine. I called back to the women and asked, "Hey, could one of you grab the anchor there and throw it over the side?"

"This thing?" Katy asked grabbing it and dragging it across the deck. "It's too heavy."

"Oh come on," I replied, "Certainly between the two of you we can get that anchor in the water." I then sat back and watched the two struggle to get the anchor in the water. It did provide me with an opportunity to look Catherine over as she first leaned forward to grab the anchor and then turned and bent over as the two of them dropped it over the side.

She was a bit curvier than Katy, but certainly not what I'd call fat. Her breasts were ample and it was obvious she was wearing a bra under her blouse. When she had leaned forward I only got a peek at the lace edges of the bra. I would have liked to seen more.

Before I could contemplate Catherine any further I heard Katy say, "So we're doing all the work and you're just sitting there. What are you doing?"

Innocently pointing out over the water behind them I said, "I'm just enjoying the view."

"Right," Katy replied. "Well if I can interrupt your gazing what do we do now?"

"Now?"

"Yes, what do we do?"

"Well normally we'd get out the gear, grab some shrimp and bait the hook. After we cast out we'd grab a beer and relax."

"And then what?" Katy asked.

"We'll we'd tug on the line now and then to keep the shrimp working."

"That's all?"

"Well, if Dave was here we'd talk about women, boy he always had a tale or..."

Suddenly I heard a snort and Catherine rushed past me and stepped down the steps into the small cabin below deck. Katy gave me a look and followed Catherine hissing, "You are such an idiot."

Damn, I sure missed Dave. I mean fishing is for fishing not drama. So I left the women below and grabbed my gear, baited the hook with a shrimp, cast off the back of the boat and then grabbed a beer. Sitting down I tugged a few time to keep the shrimp active and then reeled in and cast in another direction.

After about ten minutes it seemed obvious that the fish were somewhere else so I reeled in and set my rod off to the side. I figured we could move to another of Dave's and my fishing spots and try there. When I opened the door to peek below I didn't have a remote idea of what I would see.

About to tell them I planned to move the boat I immediately closed my mouth and stopped. Katy, completely naked was kneeling between Catherine's legs, her face buried in the woman's pussy. Catherine was moving her hips up and down with both hands on her own breasts teasing her nipples.

I moved closer until Katy lifted her head and looked up at me. Her mouth and chin were wet from Catherine's juices. She smiled and said, "Get undressed." She then returned to the wet pussy in front of her.

Quickly pulling off my clothes I reached down and touched Katy who moved from between Catherine's legs and grabbed my cock. Tugging on it she pulled me forward and then guided me into her friend's wet opening.

I paused a moment with just the head of my cock in the woman when I heard Katy whisper, "Go on, I'm right here and it's fine."

The words, 'Best fishing trip ever,' ran through my mind as I eased my cock into her pussy as Katy reached in and ran her fingers over her friend's clit. In just moments I felt Catherine tense and then lift her hips up to me moaning, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

I shoved my cock deep into her and then stopped moving, feeling the pulsations of her pussy as they tightened and loosened around my cock. When I started to withdraw I felt Katy reach in, grab my cock and tug me over to her as she leaned back on the table.

As Katy guided my cock into her pussy I saw Catherine get up on her hands and knees straddling Katy's head. I began easing my cock deeper into Katy's pussy as Catherine lowered herself down onto Katy's face. Catherine then reached down moving her fingers down between Katy and I, touching both Katy's clit and my cock as I worked it in and out.

I reached out and cupped both my hands on Catherine's breasts and then looked up at her face. As the three of us moved in unison Catherine's and my eyes locked. Her eyes were dark brown, something I had not really noticed before, but now I looked into them as her expression changed from a bit bewildered to something more intense. She then closed her eyes, leaned her head back and moaned.

Wishing my cock were still in her pussy to feel her cum again I continued squeezing Catherine's breasts until she calmed from her orgasm and moved off of Katy. She then moved her head down and began running her tongue over Katy's clit.

Katy responded, lifting her hips up meeting each of my thrusts as her hands moved to Catherine's head. I watched her pale fingers lace into Catherine's dark hair as I felt her tense and then come, her pussy clenching and releasing my cock again and again. Thrusting into the hilt I felt someone's fingers gentle grab my balls and squeeze lightly.

Before I could figure out what was happening Catherine moved off of the table, her hand gently pulling me by my balls away from Katy who got up and came over to me. The two women pushed me back onto the table where I sat down as they spread my legs apart. They both settled in between my legs and each began running their tongues up and down my shaft.

They took turns each moving from taking me in their mouth to running their tongue over my balls. As the two alternated on me all I could do is lean back and enjoy. Once again the thought, 'Best fishing trip ever,' ran through my mind as I saw Catherine move her mouth over me and suck hard. 

That was it... I moaned and then lifted my hips up trying to get deeper into her mouth as I came, spurting my cum again and again. When my cock finally stopped twitching she moved her head away, turned and leaned to Katy. The two women kissed and then pulled away leaving a long white bead of cum dangling between them.

Still sitting on the table I finally said, "Wow, you two know how to fish."

"Oh you haven't seen anything yet," Katy said touching her tongue to the tip of my cock to dab up a small droplet of cum.

Only then did I notice the boat pitch to one side and then lurch in the other direction. I jumped up and headed to the door noticing how dark it seemed. "Anchor must have pulled loose, I think we are drifting."

Opening the door I noticed the dark clouds, "Damn, where did that storm come from. As much as I hate to say it, Katy, hand me my shorts."

She tossed them to me and quickly pulling them on I climbed up on deck. Lightning flashed and shortly afterward I heard the loud crash of thunder. I grabbed the rope, pulled up the anchor and then moved over to start the engine.

As the two women appeared, now wearing clothes, I shouted, "Grab your life vests it's going to be a little rough." I then turned the boat and headed back toward the harbor.

The ride back got pretty rough and had we been much further away we might have gotten into trouble but finally I was able to pull into the harbor and then up to the dock. I tied off one line and then helped the ladies up out of the boat.

Following them I quickly tied off the other line and we ran toward the cars. As we ran I shouted, "One good thing, we don't have to clean any fish."

"I've got something better," Katy said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"There's a warm, empty room at the hotel just waiting for us to come in and get out of these wet clothes."

Catherine chimed in, "And with the storm there is nothing to do but..." She smiled, not needing to finish her sentence.

We never did get to see the sunset.



The Set: True Colors



Author's note: 

 "The Set" is a writing challenge where the object is to create a story around the words  Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Skulk, Sky, Solace and Transform. 

This was a fun little challenge, and my thanks to only_more_so for organizing it.

 Enjoy!—EH

The setting sun streaked the sky with pale oranges and gentle lavenders. It was just as lavender as the ribbon he held in his hand—Tatiana's ribbon. 

For weeks, Erik skulked around the huge expanse of his uncle's manor, Covington Cross. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. All he saw was Tatiana and the beautiful lavender ribbon she'd wear around her pale neck or in her soft, auburn hair. Erik moved away from the large picture window of the sitting room. In the corner, there was the tall, majestic harp that she played sometimes in the evening, while his uncle and her father sipped brandy and smoked cigars. There was also a painting with a white sheet thrown over it. 

 You mustn't look, Erik! He heard her voice chide in his head. It's not done! 

 Can I see it when it's finished? 

Tatiana would only look at him with sparkling green eyes; eyes that meant to ward him off, but could never look hard enough to be stern. 

 No… She'd say.

Then Tatiana would smile, a secret, almost embarrassed, smile and shoo him away. Erik looked fondly at the sheet-covered canvas and idly wondered what she'd been working on so late at night sometimes. Was it even finished? 

Erik sighed. It was tempting to peek at the painting, to reestablish that connection with Tatiana that he longed for. His fingers grazed the sheet with one hand while held the lavender ribbon in the other. He closed his eyes for a moment and remembered the soft, chaste kiss on his cheek when they'd said their good-byes. It was sweet charity, deepened when she had surreptitiously pressed her ribbon into his hand out of sight of his uncle and her father. 

"Tatiana…" Erik murmured, as he touched his cheek and remembered the sweet brush of her lips. 

I wanted you—wanted to sweep you away, to taste your delicate mouth with my lips, to feel the warmth of your skin under my hands…

Her kiss had been as much sweet poison as it had been nepenthe, then. She had run in his veins since and there was no hope for solace unless he found it in her arms. 

"Master Erik?" 

Erik was abruptly brought out of his reverie and he carefully folded the ribbon up and put it in his vest pocket. He turned to see the house steward there, waiting patiently with something in his white-gloved hand. 

"A letter, young sir." The steward said. "From Miss Tatiana, I believe." 

Erik's heart suddenly jumped. He took the letter from the steward's white gloved hand and gave him a nod.

"Thank you."

The steward left, and Erik quickly opened the letter, his mind racing with all the possibilities that Tatiana's words could hold. 

Dearest Erik, he read. I hope this finds you well. Father and I have made it safely back to Sussrey, just before the snow. Are you staying warm in Covington? I pray winter has not come to pass too quickly there. 

Erik smiled at the letter as he read it. He could almost hear the soft, gentle warmth of Tatiana's voice with him in the sitting room again.

I wanted to thank you and your uncle for your hospitality this past fall. It was such a pleasure to stay at Covington Cross. My father so misses your uncle and I can see why he admires him so; he is a kind, educated man with an easy way about him. It's no wonder they became such good friends while they still taught at the university. 

 It was also my pleasure to have met you, Erik. You were very kind, and I have many fond memories to keep me warm in Sussrey until we meet again. Father says that we'll come again next fall and it is my hope that your uncle will be gracious enough to have us. 

Tatiana would come to Covington again next fall! Erik could hardly believe what he read, and he read it over again. To have her here again, to have her beautiful smile light up the halls, or the soothing sound of the harp in the evening would be divine. To be able to gaze at her again while she painted and perhaps steal a kiss sent a shiver through him. 

He read on, and his brow suddenly furrowed a bit. 

In parting, I have but a small request, Erik. I am embarrassed to say that I may have left one of my paintings in the sitting room. Forgive me for being such a terrible guest and not removing it before I left. If you could kindly dispose of it for me, I would deeply appreciate it. 

 I hope that we will see each other again next fall—it would be most delightful! 

 Thank you again, Erik. It is my fondest wish that we meet again. 

 Yours in faith,

 Tatiana Auvere

Erik folded up the letter and put it safely in his breast pocket of his vest with Tatiana's lavender ribbon as he looked at the covered painting. He couldn't fathom why she might want it destroyed and not kept until her next visit. 

It can't be that terrible. Erik thought. She's done some fine, smaller paintings… 

At his uncle's insistence, some of those smaller paintings remained and they hung in the sitting room to brighten it a bit. Tatiana did, indeed, have an uncanny talent for the arts…

It would be a shame to destroy it, but if that's what she wants…

Erik went to tie up the canvas in its sheet. He left the sitting room, intent on taking it out to where rubbish was disposed of and breaking it up. He remembered the many nights that he'd spied on Tatiana while she painted. Her beautiful face was so intense as she poured herself into her work. He remembered the sound of her brush sweeping along the canvas and the flush of excitement he felt as he watched her feverishly paint what she wouldn't allow him to see. 

Next fall. Erik mused to himself. Such a long time until I see Tatiana again...

He clutched the painting a little tighter as he walked down the elegant halls of Covington. The closer he came to going out, the more he couldn't bring himself to destroy it. Instead, Erik made for the staircase, took it up to his room and closed the door behind him. He set the painting up on the edge of the windowsill in front of drawn, dark curtains. 

For a long time, he debated on whether he should open it. At last, his curiosity got the better of him. Erik undid the ties of the white sheet and it slid away. He stared at the painting with mixed shock and disbelief. 

This… Tatiana seems so innocent, Erik thought. But this is no work of an innocent mind! 

He brushed the painting with shaky fingers, felt the texture and ripple of paint under them. Erik's shock at what Tatiana's hand had painted all those late nights, started to turn to arousal. His cock was suddenly, almost painfully hard… 

"Tatiana," Erik gasped as he stroked himself faster and faster to the erotic painting before him. "So beautiful!" 

Erik's eyes fluttered closed and a soft moan escaped him as he pitched forward and grasped the windowsill with his free hand. The soft delicate, breast that his fingers had grazed in the painting became Tatiana's. 

"Want you," he uttered as he pumped his cock faster in his hand. "Sweet Tatiana…"

Erik gritted his teeth and grunted softly as he came. His eyes slowly opened to gaze at the painting that had brought him such pleasure. 

Why didn't you tell me? 

He went to the wash basin, poured water into the cool, white porcelain bowl and washed off. He wrapped up the painting in its white sheet and carefully stowed it in his closet, safe from prying eyes. With Tatiana's beautiful painting, next fall didn't seem so far away now. 





The Set: True Colors



"Tatiana…" he breathed. 

Two flickering shadows on the wall became one as Erik slowly sank into the tight, wet, warmth of Tatiana's quim. Tatiana looked up him with bright green eyes full of surprised pleasure as she took his cock in little by little. She reached up to caress his face and he nuzzled the inside of her palm with her nose. When Tatiana raised her hips, to invite him deeper, they both felt his cock press against her hymen… 

"Tatiana, forgive me…"

Erik pressed his lips to hers and suddenly flicked his hips forward hard. Tatiana gave a muffled cry as her nails dug into his back. They lay there together for long moments, he deep inside her, and his hands felt the tears on her face. To see them, nearly brought him to his own until Tatiana reached up kissed them away before they could fall. 

"It's alright, Erik" she breathed heavy against his cheek as the pain started to fade. "It's alright."

"I only promise you pleasure from now on." he said softly. "I swear…"

Erik felt Tatiana nod against his shoulder, and he started to move slowly, deeply inside her. After a moment, Erik rose up on his hands and watched the sensuous play of lamp light spill across her face as the last of her pain was transformed into bliss. 

"Erik…" Tatiana gasped as her hands wandered to his face and down his chest. "I… Oh, god—Erik!" 

A delicious burst of orgasm suddenly washed over Tatiana as Erik kept his gentle rhythm. 

"Tatiana, sweet Tatiana…" he murmured as he dropped down to kiss her. "I've longed for you, I love you. Come for me…"

She cried out softly again in the wake of her pleasure and her whole body trembled against his. Tatiana's sweet voice, still honeyed with pleasure that left her breathless, was too much for him. Erik's eyes drifted closed as a hand found its way into her soft hair. His hips gently flicked between her legs as his cock slid faster and faster, and he pulled Tatiana up to him. 

"Tatiana!" Erik moaned into her mouth as he came. "Tatiana…" 

He slowed, and for long moments they lay there. Erik kissed Tatiana on her neck and face before he gently rolled her so she was on top. Erik was still hard inside her as his fingers grazed the delicate line of her jaw. 

"So beautiful…" he said as he smiled up at her softly.

"Erik," Tatiana whispered softly as she settled on his chest. "Erik, my love…" 

Erik felt Tatiana's warm tears of joy on his skin and he held her tightly as they drifted off to sleep. 





The Set: Union Files a Grievance



"I'm telling you Joe we are not in violation of the contract and this hearing is just a waste of time."

"That's what you always say Robb and yet most of the time you are breaching our work agreement."

Robb Handel was bluffing and he could tell that Joe Vasquez knew it. Yet what could he do, he was stuck between the proverbial rock and hard place. He knew he could not single out one union man to do a particular job that it went by seniority but this was different. It wasn't his idea to give preferential treatment to Sam Coldworth; he couldn't care less if Sam ever worked again. No, it wasn't his idea it was Judy's who wanted Sam in her trailer it seemed like every day, to fix this or that. It just that Sam made Judy happy and if Miss Judy Blue was happy it made for a happy set and a happy set finished on time and under budget.

"Joe I need you to work with me here, what can I do to make this problem go away?"

"Believe me Robb I'm stuck here too, once the grievance is filed I have to show some kind of resolution, these things go to the labor board. The only way you can pick Sam to do a job is if everyone who has more seniority is already working. That's what the contract says and we have to stick to it."

Robb thought, this is great now not only do I have to pay a guy forty bucks an hour to keep Judy happy I have to pay everyone on the board above him too. Yet what could he do, it was a no brainer, even a thousand or so an hour was still a bargain compared to a million five or so a day for over runs.

"Oh Sam, I'm having problems with that light again, can you come to my trailer and take a look at it?"

"Sure Miss. Blue just let me tell my foreman, so he'll know where I am."

Lucky for Robb Handel there were only three men on the board not working when Sam Coldworth reported to Judy Blue's trailer. Sam knocked on the door and entered when he heard her say come. Inside the beautiful and talented Judy Blue, sat at her dressing table as she talked on the phone. She waved through the mirror and then simply turned around and pointed at her mid section. As she had her costume off and was sitting dressed only in her bra and panties Sam knew what she wanted. She spread her legs as he knelt before her and when he put his lips to the crotch of her panties, she put her feet on his shoulders and her free hand to the back of his head. He nestled his nose in her cleft just to tease as she liked it while she continued to talk on the phone as if he wasn't even in the room. He found her clit engorged and waiting for him and he gave her a tender bite and received a whack on his head for his rashness but when he looked up to her face he could tell she liked it.

It was time for him to do his job so he pulled her panties aside and pushed his tongue deep inside her while the tip of his nose tickled her clitoris. Soon he heard her say,

"Just a sec hon, I have another call hold on I'll get rid of them," and then to Sam, "Oh god right there don't stop, oh yes, oh yes ah, ah ahhh."

Then just like that back to the phone,

"Yeah babe just my agent, so anyway..."

Sam wasn't listening; he just couldn't understand how such a talented ingénue could turn into a vapid mindless woman once she put a phone to her ear. As for Sam, he went back to work; he knew one orgasm was never enough for Miss. Judy Blue. Yeah you sure couldn't beat this job, pleasuring a beautiful and famous woman while being paid. It was such a rush to make her whimper with his tongue and although she was a talented actress she didn't believe in fake orgasms, she made Sam work until the job was done. At least for her next climax she said good-bye, disconnected, and there by free to use both hands to hold Sam in place as she came on his face. 

Judy's orgasm was so wild she had to push his face away to catch her breath. He stood up and swept her up in his arms, then carried her to her day bed. She lay there watching this man with the hidden talents take off his clothes. Judy always knew she led a fortunate life but even she was surprised with the luck of finding Sam. They met at a wrap party for her husband's film that she attended. She was bored and drank too much and Jack asked Sam to take her home and to make sure she stayed there. Oh, Judy knew all he really wanted was to nail that skank co-star of his and he thought by sending her home with the help she would be a good girl and stay out of trouble. Well she'd show him as she took this worker upstairs and nailed him in her husband's bed. She did it just to spite Jack but ended up finding the most talented lover in Hollywood and maybe the whole city.

Sam liked the way that she watched him undress it always made him feel good about himself. He knew he was just a diversion, a sex toy but so what was wrong with that. He let her put the rubber on him, as she always liked doing it and hell; he just liked her touching his cock. He climbed on top of her firm young body so lily white and flawless. Once inside her he leaned down to kiss and instead she began to lick her juices off his face. He couldn't believe how hot this woman was and he was determined to coax another orgasm out of her. He began long slow strokes as he kissed her neck and bit her ear lobes. He reached up and pulled her bra off her breasts and up around her neck. He made sure his nipples rubbed against hers as they rode each other back and forth. She grabbed his hair with both hands and held him close and as she came, she screamed his name. That was what Sam was waiting for and he came with her.

Once it was over and now sated she had no time for Sam and hurried him out of her trailer so she could get ready for her next scene. On the set she walked by him as if she had no idea, who he was, while he stood there waiting for his next job. He said to himself it didn't bother him but he knew it did, and yet what right did he have to want more. No one from his old neighborhood could have guessed he would turn out to be a real live movie star fucker. Yet there was one who could have guessed, it was his stage class teacher, Mrs. Thatcher for you see she not only taught him about being a stagehand she taught him how to pleasure a lady.



The Set Up



"Amanda, you should invite Kristin over sometime," said Ashley. 

"Why? You like her, don't you?" replied Amanda. 

"Yeah, I think she's cute. I'm not gay but if there were a female that I would experiment with, then it would be Kristin," said Ashley. 

"Okay, so I invite her over and then what will happen? Do you want me to leave?" asked Amanda. 

"Yeah, maybe you can say you have to go to the mall and you'll be back, but don't come back unless I call you, okay?" said Ashley. 

"Okay, I got you. When do you want me to se this up?" asked Amanda. 

"Tomorrow, around 6," said Ashley. 

"Okay, do you want to come with me when I pick Kristin up?" asked Amanda. 

"No... I'll stay here and prepare," said Ashley. 

"Prepare for what?" asked Amanda. 

"You'll see, just make sure you call her. I'll do the rest," said Ashley. 

"Alright, I'll call her tonight," said Amanda. 

Amanda picks up the cordless phone and calls Kristin. 

Kristin answers the phone, "Hello?" 

"Hey, Kristin this is Amanda. What are you doing tomorrow?" asked Amanda. 

"Nothing, why?" asked Kristin. 

"Cause, I wanted to know if you want to chill at my house tomorrow," said Amanda. 

"Okay, for sure. What time?" asked Kristin. 

"Around six, I'll pick you up, okay?" said Amanda. 

"Alright then... I'll see you tomorrow," said Kristin. 

"Yeah, see you. Ashley says Hi," said Amanda. 

Kristin starts laughing. 

"Tell her I said Hi," said Kristin. 

"Okay, bye," said Amanda. 

Their conversation ends when they both hang up their phones. 

"Why did you tell her, I said Hi?" asked Kristin. 

Amanda starts laughing. 

"She likes you too," said Amanda. 

"How do you know?" asked Ashley. 

"I can tell, because she started laughing when I told her that you said Hi," said Amanda. 

"Well tomorrow, we'll really know if she likes me or not," said Ashley. 

Amanda and Ashley both go to their rooms to get some sleep. It's the next day. The sun is shinning; the birds are chirping, and Ashley is a nervous wreck. 

"Amanda it's 5:30 now. Shouldn't you be leaving now to pick up Kristin," asked Ashley. 

"I know and I am. Don't worry Kristin will be here on time, okay," said Amanda. 

"Okay, it's just... I want everything to be perfect," said Ashley. 

"And it will be perfect," said Amanda. 

Amanda leaves the house and drives off in her car to pick up Kristin. While waiting for Amanda to return with Kristin; Ashley rushes to prepare for Kristin's visit. Ashley takes a quick hot shower and lotion her body from hand to toe with Vanilla scented lotion. 

While Ashley lotions her legs, she starts to imagine Kristin touching her legs, then Kristin kisses her. Ashley's fantasy was interrupted when her cell phone rings three times before she answered it. 

"Ashley, I'm parked outside the crib. Are you ready?" asked Amanda. 

"Yes, I'm ready," said Ashley. 

Ashley turns off her cell phone and continues to get dress. As Ashley walks down the stairs, Amanda and Kristin walk through the front door. 

"Kristin!" said Ashley with excitement. 

"What's good, Ash?" replied Kristin. 

"I'm good... really good, actually," answered Ashley. 

"I'm good too," said Kristin. 

Amanda interrupts their conversation, "Well I have to pick up a package... So it'll just be ya'll two, okay?" 

"Okay, bye Amanda," said Ashley; trying to rush Amanda. Ashley's plan to seduce Kristin was in effect, once Amanda left the house. 

"You want to sit on the couch?" asked Ashley. 

"Sure, yeah," said Kristin. 

Ashley and Kristin sit down on the couch, facing each other. 

The house was silent, until Kristin asked, "So what do you want to do?" 

"Well what do you want to do?" asked Ashley. 

"I don't know... It doesn't matter," replied Kristin. 

"Let's play a game." 

"A game... What kind of game?" asked Kristin. 

"Yeah, you close your eyes and you have to guess what I'm doing. Whether or not, I'm touching you or whatever else, okay?" said Ashley. 

"Okay," said Kristin. 

"Okay, now close your eyes," said Ashley. 

Kristin closes her eyes. Ashley hesitates at first but then she blows in Kristin's ear. 

"You blew in my ear', guessed Kristin. 

Next, Ashley touches Kristin's face, and then she moves her hand down Kristin's neck. 

"Your hand is touching my neck now," said Kristin. 

Finally, after lingering, Ashley kisses Kristin's lips. They start French kissing for about a minute, before Ashley starts kissing Kristin's neck. Ashley changes positions from the couch to Kristin's lap. They continued kissing while Kristin removes Ashley's white beater, exposing Ashley's round 34B breast. Kristin kisses Ashley's soft lips then her neck. Ashley leans back in pleasure, as Kristin kisses her chest then she sucks Ashley's round, hard nipples. 

Ashley starts moaning,"Oooh, uh... oh!" 

Ashley and Kristin begin kissing again. Kristin runs her hands up and down Ashley's warm body, until Kristin finds a resting spot on Ashley's round, soft ass. Ready to take it to the next step, Kristin lifts Ashley up with her hands attached to Ashley's ass and carries her up the stairs to her bedroom. Kristin loses both of her shoes while walking up the stairs. They are still kissing. 

"Where's your bedroom?" asked Kristin. 

"The first door on the left," answered Ashley, breathing heavily. 

Kristin opens Ashley's bedroom door and lays Ashley down on her bed. Kristin starts stripping, removing her T-shirt and beater first, and then her black bra. Ashley unzips Kristin's jeans as they kiss. Kristin takes off Ashley's jean skirt and black lacey thong. Ashley feels Kristin's ass as they hold each other tightly. They are both naked, with the exception of Kristin still wearing her jeans. 

They lay back on the bed and Kristin kisses Ashley from head to toe; first starting with her forehead. Ashley giggles when Kristin kisses her nose. Kristin's and Ashley's night of passion was interrupted when they hear a knock at the door. 

"Someone's knocking at your door," said Kristin. 

Still caught up in the moment, Ashley tries to save the moment by saying, "I didn't hear anything. Kiss me." 

Kristin gets up and gets dress. She puts on her bra and T-shirt. Ashley lays on the bed in total shock as Kristin makes her way down the stairs. Kristin puts on her shoes once she found them on the stairs. When Kristin opens the door, she finds Amanda at the door with nothing in her hands. 

"I thought you had to pick up a package?" asked Kristin. 

"No, I said I had to drop off a package," responded Amanda. 

Ashley walks down the stairs with just her beater and thong on. 

"Hi Ashley, I thought you would be out for a while?" asked Ashley. 

"I was but I..." said Amanda. 

Kristin interrupts Amanda. 

"It's okay Amanda. I understand you was suppose to stay out long enough so that Ashley could have me all to herself and Ashley thinks you kind of blew her plan to seduce me, by coming back early. Am I right?" asked Kristin. 

"Yes, you're right," said Ashley. 

"Well, she didn't blow it completely," said Kristin. 

Kristin walks over to Ashley and kisses her lips. 

"Are you going to take me home?" asked Kristin. 

"Yes, just let me put on some more clothes," said Ashley. 



The Set Up



[If you're looking for a story with sex acts described in detail, this isn't it. It is about sex, but the sex happens a few minutes after I quit writing.]

"Pete can share anything with me. There's no reason to keep any secrets between us." Cathy said. The four of them were sitting in Helen's dining room finishing dinner. 

Pete sat next to her. Harvey and Helen sat across from them. The four had been friends for ten years. Pete and Cathy had gone to their wedding. 

Harvey's thought upon hearing Cathy make her assertion was, 'I doubt that.'

Pete looked at his wife and said, "How can you say that? Are you so sure I've told you everything?"

"I don't know if you have, but I know you could. I'm that secure."

Helen said, "I'm secure too, but there are limits. Harvey can keep secrets from me, as long as they don't directly affect me."

Pete turned his chair a little, so he faced his wife a bit more directly and asked, "So if there's a problem in our relationship, something that bothers me, you'd want to hear about it?"

"Of course. How can I help if I don't know about it?" She turned her chair a little too. Helen wondered if she and Harvey should end the party before this went any farther. If this opened up and they felt pressure to share their problems too, she wondered if she would, if she wanted to or even if she could. What if things went very wrong?

Pete smiled and said, "Ok. So you're saying you want to know about any problem and that you are committed to helping find a solution. What if you already know about the problem and have refused to do anything to help?"

"I don't know of a problem that I have refused to help with."

"Are you sure you want to go down this road?" Pete asked. "Maybe we should wait until in the morning, when we're alone."

"No. Like I said, there's no reason for any secrets. Harvey and Helen are close friends. They can know anything about us. If there is a problem perhaps they can help solve it."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Pete. I'm sure."

"Ok. Almost a year ago you and I had a conversation, our third conversation, about something I saw as a problem. It is something that can be solved. There are problems that cannot be solved, but this one could. I love you. I want a way to express my love for you physically."

Pete turned and faced their friends and continued, "Because I've had diabetes for many years along with high blood pressure, I no longer get erections. We haven't had intercourse in five years."

"I'm fine with that." Cathy said, "Since menopause I don't get the urge for sex like I used to. It's fine that we don't do it."

Pete faced Cathy again. "Therein lies the problem. All my life I have loved giving oral sex. When we first met I told you that, showed you that I loved doing it and offered it to you often. Since menopause arrived you have lost all interest in kissing, foreplay, oral sex and I'm over here wanting to love you. How? You don't even kiss me with tongue any more! You were a great kisser, but no more."

"I'm not interested any more. Don't you understand?"

"I understand. You said you wanted to know about a problem and you are committed to finding a solution. Ok. Here's the problem: I love kissing. I love giving oral sex. I love the feeling of having you orgasm while my tongue is in your pussy. You're not interested. I still want to do it."

Helen said, "You don't like it? Really?"

Cathy shook her head. "Never have liked it. I've never understood how anyone could want to put their mouth there. And, after, think I'd want to kiss them!"

"So it isn't Pete. You've never liked oral sex?" Harvey asked.

"Never."

"Pete, you're fucked."

"I wish I was. I've gone from being a sexually active man to being totally frustrated every day and every night. Look at Cathy. At sixty she's a good looking woman. She sleeps naked with me. I can scratch her back, rub her shoulders, but she won't even take my tongue in a kiss. I spent over forty years loving eating pussy! I can still do it! My tongue works! But, no thanks."

"What if I really wanted to be fucked?" Cathy asked.

"I could get a strap on. If that didn't do it for you then you could take a lover. I want you to be happy."

""I don't want to be fucked."

"And, therefore you see my problem as not a problem. I should get over it. Learn to enjoy life with no sex. Well, I've been living without sex for five years and the urge is just as strong now as it was five years ago. Help me solve the problem."

It was silent in the dining room for a long time. The tension in the room was thick. Finally, Helen spoke. "I have a suggestion. I'm afraid my suggestion may end our friendship, but... Harvey has never been interested in oral sex, either. My early sexual experiences taught me to really enjoy being eaten. My suggestion is that Pete and I get together for oral sex."

"Like I'm going to be Ok knowing Pete has his face in your crotch!" Harvey exploded.

"No. Like you're going to be happy knowing I'm happy and you didn't have to do it! I'm not saying I want to live with Pete. I want to live with you. And... I want to have my pussy eaten! Cathy wants to live with Pete, but doesn't ever want her pussy eaten. Ever!"

Again, it was quiet for a time.

"Would that satisfy you?" Cathy asked, looking at Pete.

"Yes."

"What am I supposed to do while the two of you are... together?"

"Whatever you want. You and Harvey can go to dinner, to a movie. You could play computer games. You could go visit our grandkids."

"What if I decide I want to be fucked?"

"Then invite Harvey in for a good romp. He's a good lover." Helen said.

"You're serious?" Harvey asked.

Helen kissed him and said, "I've told you a thousand times I think you're a good lover. If Cathy takes you to bed I'm sure you'll be good with her too."

"You'd let me do that?" Harvey's face was looking shocked and amazed.

"Are you leaving me?"

"No!" Harvey said.

"Are you sneaking around, cheating?"

"Not if you know about it."

"Then, I don't have a problem. Cathy, do you have a problem?"

"One. I don't really want to have sex."

"If I get what you're saying, Helen and I can't have sex because you don't want any. Right?" Pete looked like he just got slapped.

"Well, what do I get if you two go play?"

"You get a happy husband. Harvey gets a happy wife. You get a husband who doesn't pester you for what you don't want to give him."

"I don't know."

Helen looked across the table at her friend and said, "Did you ever screw when you didn't really want to, just because you knew your guy wanted to and you wanted to make him happy?"

"Of course. All women do that."

"Then do it again. Let Pete have me because you know he wants to and it'll make him happy. Take Harvey to bed and make him happy too. You're a giver. You can give this to all of us."

She looked at her plate, took the final sip from her wine glass and said, "When?"

Harvey said, "Now. We have a guest room. You can both stay the night here or two of us can go to a motel."

Helen said, "You two stay here. Use the guest bedroom. Pete and I will go to a motel."

Pete stood and picked up his and Cathy's plates. "I think we ought to clean up dinner before we do anything else."

The table was cleared, the dishes washed and put in the dishwasher in record time. Helen went to their bedroom and packed a small bag. They kissed their spouses good-bye and walked to Pete's car.

As he backed out of the driveway Pete heard Helen say, "I never thought they'd go for it."

"I'm still surprised they did."

Cathy was standing with her back against the front door of Harvey and Roberta's home. Harvey was unbuttoning the front of her dress. She said, "I can't believe they took the bait!"

"The art of selling is to convince someone that buying is their idea. You did great, Sweetheart."

"You did quite well yourself. Now, let's find that guest bedroom and see how late we can stay up."



The Set-up



"Well Shawn, I've been down before and made my way back up. I am sure I can do it again. And I will probably end up back down again." This was in reply to his questioning me as to how I was coping since moving. I went from living with a wonderful woman for four years to living in a room in a boarding house after our slow drawn out break-up.

So here I was back to my old hometown, starting over yet again. At least it was close to my dead end job, my children, and my mother. It was quite and I still had my computer to play with.

Shawn's wife Kate saw me in the local convenience store on Thanksgiving Day picking up a Turkey sub. He and I had been out for drinks after work a couple times and he was always inviting me back to the house for dinner. I even heard Kate asking him on the phone if he had invited me for dinner. I did accept on one occasion, that I was going over to fix something for him. He even invited me to Christmas dinner, which I declined telling him I had plans. He later told me he had seen my car sitting at the boarding house for the entire day.

It was nice to have people that were caring for me. I was resistant due to a mild case of depression, the loneliness, and the holidays. Later that week Shawn called and invited me out to the bar for a drink. We had a few at the local watering hole before we headed home. Before he dropped me off he said, "Kate and I are having a little New Year's Eve party and want to know if you want to come. In fact I am not going to take no for an answer."

I said, "Well I don't have any other plans, but I don't have anyway to get there because my car is broke down."

"I'll pick you up; I have to drop off the kids that afternoon anyway. If you don't mind coming over early."

"I'll even give Kate a hand with the food if you want."

"I'm sure she'll appreciate that, cause I can't cook worth shit."

So there I did it, I made my friends feel good about themselves for taking care of their poor lonely friend. I actually saw Kate at lunch the next day with a friend from work. They came in to the convenience store as I was getting lunch. Kate introduced her friend as Trish, and told me she was a co-worker. Trish was cute, with long red hair, green eyes, small round tits and a nice firm ass in her jeans. Being lonely I am always looking for different women to fantasize about while getting in touch with myself. 

I slept in the next day; in fact I lay in bed till well after noon. My phone came to life around one, it was Shawn, or so I thought. It was actually Kate, who was frantic. She asked me "Do you know where I can get a recipe for crab cakes? Someone was suppose to get me one but they forgot."

I answered, "Sure Kate, I know how to make them. I will help you when I get out there."

"Thank you. You're a real lifesaver."

I lay back down for an hour before getting up, cleaning my room and heading for the shower. I remember laughing to myself as I changed the sheets on my bed that it would be a good idea in case I got lucky at the party. I figured I would try to look my best for the party; it might even pick up my spirits. I was looking for my ginseng supplements, only to discover I was out of them. I ended up taking another supplement I had in the cabinet; it would work to keep me awake although it was designed to enhance a sexual experience. I put on a nice pair of khakis and a sweater. I even grabbed an extra shirt in case I got anything on me while cooking.

Shawn picked me up and after a quick trip to the grocery store we arrived at his place. Kate gave me an apron, and then her and I did some preparation, while Shawn kept our wineglasses full. Then they asked if I minded if they went to get ready. I told them it was not a problem and told Shawn he could go help his wife. I figured, by the smile on Shawn's face, that they would be a while. I assured him I could make the crab cakes with my eyes closed and I had plenty of time.

I opened the crabmeat and had chopped all the other ingredients when someone knocked on the door. I opened the door and greeted a beautiful guest. I had actually met Trish the week before at the store when I ran into Kate. I invited her in, took her coat and explained that Shawn and Kate had just gone into their room to get ready. She told me she had just talked to her and Kate had told her to help me out. I was already sautéing the spices and I poured her a glass of wine while the ingredients cooked. I found myself stealing glances whenever I could. The thought had already occurred to me that Trish and I were being set up, although I wasn't sure if she was behind it, or oblivious to it. In any case they did a fine job, as Trish was beautiful with her hair up and in a stunning blue silk dress sinful three-inch heels. As I mixed the ingredients with my hands then started forming patties, I would repeatedly find my eyes drawn to Trish's fine figure. My libido driven mind was now fantasizing about what she might have on under her mid-thigh length dress. She stood next to me and chatted while I worked. I was intoxicated by the sweet scent of her perfume and the endearing touch as she fed me wine from my glass. At one point I asked her to look for a platter to put the crab patties on. The wine and my horniness took hold of my imagination as she bent to look in one of the bottom cabinets for the serving dishes. I could have sworn that I saw the faint line of a garter strap drawn tightly over buttocks. My mind was reeling with fantasies now. Now I was considering asking this exquisite creature out on a date.

I was rotating my neck, partly out of stiffness from spending so much time in bed and partly to discreetly spy this wonderful red heads beauty. She walked up behind me and gently placed her hands on my shoulders. She began slowly massaging my shoulders and neck. I was in heaven from her scent, her touch and the occasional brush of her breast into my back. I am so happy I had the apron tied around my waist, as my cock was now hard and growing. I told her how wonderful it felt and jokingly told her I would have to return the favor sometime.

I washed up and prepared the pan to cook the patties. We were sitting at the table and chatting when Shawn and Kate emerged. By the smile on Shawn's face I knew for sure that they had enjoyed the hour or so they had spent alone. I know I had enjoyed the view and company of Trish. Shawn asked me to come out to the garage and help him with something. I knew it was basically a ruse to sneak a cigarette and possibility on my part to gather a little more information. We sat in a couple of chairs he had set out and he told me that we were searching for the poker table and chip set, which were leaning against the wall by the door. I decided to cut to the chase and asked Shawn straight out if Trish was in on the set up or was it all his and Kate's idea. At first he denied knowing anything, but eventually broke down. He started by apologizing and then told me that Kate had concocted the entire scheme without Trish's knowledge. He had told me that he had tried to get her to refrain from meddling, but she had insisted that everything would go fine if Trish and I just had the opportunity to meet. I assured him that everything was fine, and that I appreciated her concern and caring. We finished our cigarettes and then carried the table and accessories down to the basement. 

Shawn told me that he was planning on getting a few people to play some Texas Hold'em. He explained the cost of the tournament would be twenty-five dollars each, and asked I was interested in playing. I immediately pulled out my wallet and paid for my buy in as he did the same. We finished setting up the table, putting twenty-five hundred at each of the seven seats and then returned to the girls in the kitchen. No other guests were supposed to show for another hour and I took the opportunity to go ahead and pre-cook the crab cakes. I made a quick cocktail sauce, and served the first plate to of the treat to us. Everyone complimented me on my culinary skills and Trish assisted me in cooking the rest of the cakes, wrapping them up and placing them in the oven for later consumption.

No mention was made about the situation that Trish and I had been placed in and Shawn had evidently told Kate not to push the issue. I wasn't trying to make any moves on Trish, but I did not pass up any opportunity to interact or make contact with her. She also seemed quite comfortable with touching and being close to me. At one point, while retrieving something for Kate, Trish and I found us face to face alone in a dimly lit space. I placed my hand on her side, as did the same to me. I quietly told her I had the sudden urge to kiss her and she silently stared as I continued by say that I would definitely make good on that urge soon, before walking out. I did get more information at to her undergarments as my hand slowly slid down her side. She seemed to have some type of form fitting lacey all-in-one garment on, probably a teddy of some sort.

The guests started arriving around eight. I didn't know many people so I found myself staying close to Trish. She introduced me to a few of her and Kate's colleagues, and Shawn finally came over and told me that we were starting our little tournament in five minutes. I excused myself and Trish grasped my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek for luck. I thanked her and made my way through the crowd to the basement. 

There were now eight places set at the oblong table and all were seated except Shawn and I. I made a quick calculation and surmised that the tournament would be worth a quick hundred and seventy-five. Shawn sat and told the four other guys watching to gather around as he flipped the cards around to find the first dealer. These four were in the 'bullpen' and would have a chance to buy in after someone had gone out. Shawn quickly explained how the tournament would work. Every started with the same amount and the forced bets would double every thirty minutes. We would play till eleven forty-five and the one with the most chips would take the prize if everyone had not been eliminated yet. He also made note that we would take a five-minute break at ten and eleven.

By time of our first break I had eliminated three players and Shawn had taken out two. We were still at seven players and ready to get serious. Shawn and I headed out for a cigarette along with four others. Trish even joined us in the chilly garage. As she smoked and started to shiver from the cold temperature she leaned back against me and I wrapped my arms around her to warm her. She backed her butt tightly against my crotch. She spoke as if nothing was happening although she was teasing me by flexing her buttocks and gently shimmed my hardening cock between her cheeks. She asked Shawn if we wanted a full time dealer. He asked anybody if they objected and we agreed after the next person was out we would allow her to deal. Meanwhile I was to look over her shoulder to see a hint of light blue lace covering her boob.

I excused myself to use the bathroom before we went back to play and when I remerged from the bathroom Trish was standing at the door with two glasses of wine. She was a little inebriated and said to me quietly with a seductive smile that she appreciated me keeping her warm. I placed my hand on her shoulder and slid it up to her neck; I was preparing to kiss her when an extremely drunk Kate interrupted us. I took the glasses of wine and took them to the basement. We had played three hands and one of the players was about to be purged. He was actually sitting in the dealer's position and was in fact next to deal. More importantly he was directly to my left, which would put Trish next to me as she stepped in as dealer.

She sat quietly and quickly dealt the cards. She was very professional with her work, and knowledgeable about the game. My luck improved as she dealt, not only with the cards, but also with my voyeurism. It seems that her skirt hem was rising as she sat, and I thought I could see the beginnings of a darker band of a stocking top. I was also privy to an occasional peek at her lace-enclosed breast. She would occasional brush against me and secretly touch my leg when she was bending over to get her drink. I was half-hard and my fantasies were fighting to take over my mind. It actually improved my card play as I thought less about my cards and more about her lace lingerie. I was actually looking forward to the break and playing more aggressively to whittle the field of players down. We were down to four players and I was the chip leader by the time we went to break. 

She and I were the last ones to ascend the steps, someone stopped to talk ahead of us and I took the occasion to put a hand on her hip and secretly kiss her neck. She shivered and quietly sighed. Out in the garage this time I wrapped a jacket around the front of her to keep her warm and discreetly trailed my hand up and down her side as we all chatted. I allowed my hand to fall low enough to confirm my suspicions about her choice of hosiery, by then lines of her garter strap attached to her undergarment. If nothing else would come from this night but a midnight kiss at least I would have the mental image of her to fuel my masturbation fantasies.

She and I again were thwarted in another attempt to kiss, but I felt that it just built or anticipation for when we did get to kiss. We returned to our game and I quickly took one player down while the other removed Shawn from the game. The player, who was an obnoxious guy I knew from the local bar, was trying to flirt with Trish as she dealt. She constantly blocked his advances, and was even rude to him at times. He was intoxicated and was getting sloppier with his play. I was slowly dwindling his stack down till I found his flaw, and then it took me three hands to take the remainder of his chips. Shawn dropped the three hundred dollars in front of me and patted me on the back. I made a joke about being lucky and cards and the opposite with women as Trish, him and I put away the chips. Trish said quietly to herself, a comment about me going two for two on the evening. Shawn asked her what she said and she denied saying anything at all.

Kate called for Shawn and I told him that I would finish cleaning up. Trish and I worked in silence and when she helped me put the table in the closet I cornered her. I grabbed her like I was about to give her a slow passionate kiss, and then kissed her neck and told her that she would have to wait till midnight. I kissed her neck three more times and she moaned softly into my ear. She called me a tease and I laughed as I ran my hand down her back and over her firm ass. I assimilated more information about her lingerie; she was wearing a thong and probably a garment called a corselet. I knew the top was light blue and was hope to find out the color of the thong. We broke our embrace as Shawn returned to the basement. We told him that we had finished and we all returned to the party on the main level of the house. Many of the guests were intoxicated and boisterous I said hello to a few people and then made my way out to the garage for another smoke. I had just lit up when the object of my dreams snuck out to join me. She had her long coat on and she walked right up to me and put her arm around me while facing me. She admonished me for my teasing action and I laughed as I told her it was only in retaliation for her earlier actions. She asked me if I knew about us being set up and I told her I figured it out when she came over so early. She smiled and then told me that she didn't think about it till Kate asked how she liked me for the fourth time. We laughed about it and decided that we would play it cool for the time being. A guy interrupted us, which is in the local firehouse that I once was involved in, who chatted with us for a bit. I found out that he was going to another party shortly after midnight, because he was striking out with all the single women.

It was getting close to the time and I had arranged with Trish that we would meet in the kitchen, if she still wanted her kiss at midnight. I went to the bathroom and she entered while I was leaving. I talked to a few people and slowly worked my way through crowd to the kitchen. The living room was filling quickly as everyone gathered around the television. Kate tried to drag me into the living room but I declined. I was facing the living room hoping to spot Trish make her way in. I heard the announcement of one minute till midnight and then felt a hand grab mine and pull me back. I followed Trish out the back of the kitchen, down the hall to the bathroom. We slipped inside without even turning on the light and she locked the door behind her as she leaned back to on the door. I stepped up to her and took her in my arms. I kissed her lips once gently, then again. I held her tightly as I kissed her with a long passionate French kiss. We actually made out for about five minutes before we heard people coming down the hall. We managed to slip out without being caught, and made our way to the garage. She spoke quickly saying she had an idea, then the guy that we were chatting with earlier came out as he was on his way out. She stopped him and asked him to do her a favor, she asked him to bring me down to the gas station about a mile down the road in about ten minutes. He agreed and she told him to wait a few minutes after she left. We all went inside and she quickly found Kate and told her she had to go home to check on her mother. She said goodnight to a couple co-workers and gave me a hug and whispered that she would see me in a few minutes, before she left. 

I waited for my ride, Matt, to tell Shawn that he was leaving to go to another party and spoke up asking him for a ride back to my place. He played along and said no problem. I said my good-byes to Shawn and Kate as we headed out. Kate followed me out with the shirt I had brought along. She had hung it on a hanger for and handed it to me. I thanked her and hopped in Matt's jeep. I told him that both Trish and I appreciated him giving me a ride and also would be grateful if he remained silence about our clandestine encounter. He quickly got me to the rendezvous location and dropped me off. I immediately noticed that the Trish was sitting in the passenger seat, so I hung my shirt in the back and quickly slid in behind the wheel.

I was about to put on my seat belt, when Trish said, "I want you to know that I usually don't have one night stands. Kate thinks a lot of you to set you up with me. I am not looking for a boyfriend, but an occasional date and get together isn't out of the question. It's no offense to you; I just want to enjoy my life for a while without having to consider anyone else in my decisions. I know I may sound like a harsh bitch, but I am not about to repeat my past mistakes." 

I smiled at her and told her, "I understand more than you can imagine. I am just getting over my last heartbreak myself. I propose that we just play it by ear, as far as what happens after tonight. But, as for tonight, I really want you. You have been driving me nuts all night long. So where are we going?"

She asked, "Kate said the other day you rent a room. Do you have privacy? I would take you to my place, but I live with my mother and she is having a party tonight."

"I don't have much, but I do have privacy. That and a big bed."

She leaned over and kissed me. She squeezed my thigh and said sensuously, "What the fuck are we waiting on?"

I buckled my seatbelt and put the car in gear. I couldn't wait to have her on my bed. As I drove I asked Trish, "What are we going to tell Kate? Do we tell her she was right and made a good move, or do we tell her she ruined our night?"

I arrived at my place four minutes later and parked around the corner. If she stayed too late in the morning, I didn't want the car visible to Shawn and Kate, when they came to pick up their children. Trish answered my question as we walked up to my place. She said, "I don't know what we should do yet. I will have to think about it later, because right now all I can think about is your lips and tongue."




The Set-up



I opened the door and let her in. She took off her coat and I hung it on the coat rack with mine. I turned and took her in my arms and gently touched her lips with mine. First one gentle kiss, then another, and yet another as I slid my hands up her back. I kissed her neck with feathery lightness and worked my way to her ear then back down to her shoulder. Trish responded by biting into my shoulder and moaning in a low tone. I kissed my way down her chest to her cleavage. My hands were caressing her back from her shoulders to her buttocks and on one of my down strokes I unzipped her dress as she was pulling the bottom of my sweater up.

I paused to light some candles and turn on some music. I asked her if she wanted to her anything in particular and she said to put on anything with a driving rhythm, so I picked out Kenny Wayne Shepard. I sat on the bed and kicked off my shoes. We were sitting there kissing and slowly ended lying back on the pillows. My hands explored her body in a gentle, teasing manner as are kissing increased in passion. I pulled her to the sitting position and pulled the top of her dress off of her shoulders to allow my mouth to explore her torso. With her lying back down I slowly kissed her skin through the lace of her lingerie. I teasingly kiss all around her breasts and erect nipples before gently capturing one between my teeth. I released it and then immediately sucked it in to mouth. Trish responded with a louder moan. My hand was teasing her edge of her stocking top and my fingers slowly drug between her stocking and the waistband of her thong. Meanwhile Trish's hands explored my back and one was trying to reach belt. She would occasional become lost in her own rapture when I would suck on a nipple. She finally told me to hold on and sprung from the bed. As she stood her dress fell to the floor exposing for the first time her red lace thong. The contrast between the red and light blue was extremely sexy. She crawled back on to the bed and unbuckled my pants. She slowly opened my pants and growled as my hard cock sprung out. She bent over and slowly, torturously licked the underside of my shaft. She gently kissed my swollen head and then licked all around it. She finally slipped the head between her succulent lips and slowly sucked the first couple inches of her shaft. She slid off the bed and pulled my pants off of me. I motioned her up to me with a crooked finger. I again began kissing assault only this time I did not delay and pulled her tits from the top of her lace garment. As I sucked on her nipples forcefully her body quivered and she moaned loudly in what I believe was a mini orgasm.

Her hand was on my cock as I kissed my way done her belly. I turned down her body and kissed her thighs. I slid my hands under her body and kneaded her firm ass as I teased her thighs with my tongue and lips. I kissed my way across her panties and she moaned loudly as my lips grazed her pussy. I then went her belly button and kissed my way to her slit. I gently tongued her slit and kissed her clitoris through her lace covering. I grasped the waistband of her thong and slid it over her cheeks. I pulled them down to her knees and kissed the little landing strip of hair above her juicing pussy. She pulled her knees up to pull the panties off of her legs, and I attacked her labia with kisses. I lapped from the bottom to the top of her slit. I gently sucked on her clit and her hands grasped the back of my head to guide it deeper.

I grasped her ass and rolled her over on top of me. She placed her hands on my hips to raise her upper body and drove her now soaked pussy onto my extended tongue. She literally humped my face for five minutes till I heard her start to moan rapidly and the tempo of her rocking hips quickened. I pushed her hips up and sucked her clit forcefully between my lips. She yelped and collapsed on my cock. She shoved my hard cock in her mouth out of passion and to stifle her screams as she began a massive climax. I ferociously assaulted her clit and juicing pussy. While one hand remained on her buttock, the other found her pussy and I slid first one than a second finger into her hot pussy. The orgasm that had just started to subside came back with vengeance. She bucked hard against my hand and mouth and after taking her mouth off of my cock she turned around and grasped my wet cock. With intent lust in her eyes she spun her body around and placed the head of my cock between her labia. She purred as she slowly sank down on my hard shaft. She was shivering as she started slowly bouncing up and down. We moved slowly and gently with the beat of the music. My hands would trace up and her body as her hips did sinful dance on my cock. I would tweak her nipples and drag my fingers down her side to her buttocks tracing the garter straps to where they connected to her stockings. In an attempt to stave off my building orgasm I concentrated on teasing her body. I sat up and danced with her. I kissed her neck and down to tits and back to her mouth, which triggered yet another orgasm to begin. It took all my will power and concentration to hold off as her pussy spasmed on my cock and I felt the flood of her wetness flow over my balls. 

I knew the song we were listening to and knew the exact moment it changed. I had her at the just the right point of arousal and right on cue I grasped her hips and started slamming into her pussy with a rapid staccato. This caused a massive explosion in her body as she sucked on my neck and shoulders in lieu of screaming. The spasms in her quivering pussy and the biting on my body pushed me over the edge and I felt spurt after spurt surge from my cock into her ever-tightening hole. She held me tight till her orgasm subsided. She was kissing me passionately I fell back with her on top of me. I kissed and caressed her body gently as she lay next to me sharing a cigarette. The song compilation had ended about the same time we had and we lay next to each other in silence. 

She broke the silence by asking, "So, would you consider getting together with me again?"

I smiled and coyly replied; "Well that would depend my dear. Do you often dress so fucking sexy?" As I fingered her stocking top and garter strap. 

"What do you mean this old thing? I like to wear sexy underwear on occasion; I actually wore it tonight so I would be all hot and bothered when I got home to my dildo. I had no fucking idea I would be would get the fucking of my life. For you, I will wear what ever you want me to, as long as you can keep giving those amazing orgasms you gave me tonight." She said between kisses to my lips, neck and chest.

I helped her out of her things and handed her a robe to use the shared bathroom. Upon her return, having already donned my pajama pants, I excused myself to go. When I returned she was lying beneath the covers in only one of my t-shirts and her thong. I crawled in next to her and cuddled with her. We were fast asleep within five minutes.

I awoke about nine in the morning and made a couple cups of coffee. I placed them on the headboard and returned back beneath the covers. We lay together sharing coffee and chatting about us having rendezvous, and even going out on dates. She was hesitant to the idea till I explained a night out could serve as foreplay to us ending up in bed. I told her I liked to tease and would always attempt to have her wanting to rape me before she had me in the privacy of a bedroom. She understood and told me that it was an extremely clever idea. I could tell she was playing out her own teasing scenarios in her mind. 

My two-way phone disturbed our quiet conversation. It was Shawn; he started by thanking me for all the help and asking if I enjoyed myself at the party. He asked what I did after leaving the party and I replied that I went straight home and to bed. Trish's two-way went off about mid way through the conversation and I began to chuckle as she whispered that it was Kate. The same mundane rhetoric came from her as we giggled with the realization that we were caught. We took turns answering their questions till Shawn said, "Kate and I were wondering if you two were getting out of bed anytime soon?"

I tried to play it off by asking, "What do you mean by 'you two'?"

He replied, "Well we just saw Trish's car parked in the alley and your shirt is still hanging in it. So what happened buddy?"

I didn't answer and finally Kate said, "Well I think its great. If you two want to come out around four we are having leftover party food. That's if you guys can get out of bed by then."

Trish giggled and replied, "I will let you know later. Right now I want to curl up for a little while."

We actually made love again before she told me to go get a shower and I could ride out with her to her house while she got her shower. I asked if she was sure, and she replied that she was. I showered and slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweater. On the ride to her place we confirmed plans to keep the relationship casual. She also stated that she would enjoy my company often. I knew we could have a beautiful and extremely physical relationship.



The Set Up



I'm writing the story backwards since originally I didn't plan on writing more with the same characters. This is how it all started for Laini and J-P. Thanks for your feedback! 

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Laini turned slowly, looking around the wine bar. It was filled with couples and small groups of friends. Being dressed up and going to a fundraiser was not her thing. In fact, it was almost the opposite of her thing. Her friend Sarah had talked her into it with the promise of drinks, art and a good cause. She was tired from work and wanted to be at the gym, or at home, but instead she was alone dressed up, and at a bar waiting for Sarah who was running late. There were a few signs up promoting the proceeds from the evening were going to support an arts program for education.

"May as well," she thought to herself as she sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of Pinot Noir, "it's for the children." She crossed her long legs on the stool and tried to relax for the first time that day. At 6'2", Laini had legs to spare and the black dress she wore did nothing to hide them. When the bartender placed her glass of wine in front of her, she handed him her credit card, "Can you keep that open? It might be a long night if my friend doesn't show up soon." 

He waved her off, "No need, the older gentleman at the end of the bar just bought it for you."

"Really?" Laini lifted the drink and turned slowly to the corner of the bar. This could go either way and part of her dreaded what she would see. 

She was not expecting to see a tall, older, gray-haired man in a suit smiling at her. She smiled, lifted her drink as if in toast, nodded her head and turned back to the bartender. 

"Is he coming over here? Tell me he isn't..." She asked him. 

The bartender was still laughing when Laini felt a hand on her left arm. 

"Excuse me for being forward, but your legs, they're amazing... How tall are you?"

Laini subtly tried to move her arm as if to shake off the older man's hand and smiled somewhat cooly, "I'm 6'2"," she said politely, "Thank you for the drink."

She cringed inside as he whistled softly. She thought him whisper something about what he wished he could do with her legs, but she wasn't sure. She glanced down at his wedding ring and up to his gray head of hair. She was about to ask about his wife when she was interrupted.

"Laini!" Sarah walked up quickly. "Chardonnay, please!" She called to the bartender before giving Laini a hug hello. Sarah was nothing if not efficient. "I'm so sorry I'm late. There was a problem with the cab, so I had to get an Uber ride, and you know how traffic is. I should have just started with them in the first place...Have you been here long?"

Laini laughed at her friend, "I'm fine. This gentleman just bought me a drink and I was just answering his questions about my height."

"Oh, were they original questions?" Sarah turned to the older man, "I hope they were original questions and you weren't just telling her how tall she is."

"I didn't tell her, I asked her," he said genially. "I don't think we've met though, I'm David Corres." 

"I'm Sarah, and this is Laini. Laini loves it when people tell her she's tall," Sarah said as if confiding in him. "It's also her favorite question, so if you didn't tell her she's tall, hopefully you asked her how tall she is. Or, if she knew she was tall, that's always my favorite question she gets." At 5'5", Sarah carried herself with loud, efficient confidence. 

David laughed, "Well, I've asked her tall she is, but I didn't tell her she's tall. I also didn't get a chance to tell her she's beautiful, but I'm sure she hears that one just as often. 6'2' with red hair? No, that's definitely a unique combination." 

Laini interrupted them, "I'm sitting right here, I can hear you, both of you." She looked pointedly at Sarah and handed her the Chardonnay the bartender had just sat down. 

"Thank you for the drink, David, it was a pleasure meeting you." Laini turned to her friend, "Sarah, I wanted to check out the photographs since we're here. Who knows, maybe there's something we like, it is for a good cause."

"You should definitely go look at the photos, John-Pierre is a true genius with his camera. He donated everything you see here," David said. He looked from one of the women to the other, catching the Sarah's wedding ring, he smiled at Laini. "Actually, John-Pierre was supposed to be here tonight, but something came up so I came in his place."

The women laughed and excused themselves from David. They wandered into the other room of the bar where the exhibit had been set up. There was some background on the fundraiser and the importance. This is LA, just about everyone has their cause, but at least this one Laini could get behind. 

They walked around the room slowly, taking in the photos one at a time. Some were a riot of color and movement, of life caught in motion. Others felt silent and still, as if the eye behind the camera had a lifetime to spend waiting for the right moment. 

It was the last series that made Laini pause. There was something in the four black and white photographs of two people making love against a brick wall. Not the naked, passionate sex in a private space, but the lust-driven, passionate sex in a marginally private public place. A primalness radiated from the photos as they combined to tell a story. 

In the first photo the couple stood close, a moment in time, a pause between kisses to catch their breath. The woman leaned against the brick wall of an alley. Her lips were swollen from being kissed, her hands on the guy's chest, eyes gazing up at him. He stared down at her. His dark straight hair was short except a bit that fell into his eyes. His dark t-shirt and jeans were fit his compact body well. Laini felt the tension between them. 

In the second, their foreheads were touching. Her dark bob-cut hair fell to frame their faces. Her arms wrapped around his neck, one of her legs hooked around his waist. 

In the third, both her legs were wrapped around the man's waist. She was against the wall, his hands under her ass. Her shirt was unbuttoned and her breasts peeked out. She held on to him as she threw her head back, her mouth open, as if screaming in orgasm.

The fourth photo was the only one that either of them looked away from the other. The woman sagged against the wall, still being held up by the man. She gazed directly into the camera, her eyes half closed, a satisfied smile on her lips. 

Gazing at the photos, Laini wanted to be that girl. That girl who could be lifted by a man to rest on his hips and feel the hard brick wall behind her. Who could rest her hips on a hard cock inside her and ride it hard until they both came. Who could wrap her legs around a man and never let them go. Who knew such great passion and sex that she didn't care about an audience. That she probably welcomed the audience, so great was her lust. 

Sarah stared at the photos, "Damn, I wish Mike would do that to me sometime." 

"You know, you could go home and do that tonight." 

"I could, actually. Well, except for the dirty brick alley, and the camera. Definitely not with the camera."

"Come on Sarah, that's probably part of the fun."

"I highly recommend it, the camera and all." An older woman had come up to join them in gazing at the photos. She winked at the women, her gray hair shining under the lights. "Although, I don't think John-Pierre wanted these pictures here, they don't fit with the theme or the purpose of the evening's event." 

"Do you know him?" Laini asked, curious now about the photographer who not only created the photos of passion, movement and color, but meditative stillness, and now, pure unadulterated sex. 

"Yes dear, my husband works closely with him, they share studio space... actually, I bet David pulled these photos for the display, not John-Pierre." Spying her husband across the room, she called to him, "David, David, did you do this?" She gestured to the four photos in the back of the room.

He left the couple he had been speaking with and walked over to the women, "Ruth, Darling, I see you met my new friends. Of course I did. They're great photos, I don't know why J-P doesn't share them. Look at them! You can't look at these and not feel something." He looked at Laini, "Can you?"

"They're very powerful photos," she said simply. 

He laughed. "You know, you'd like J-P, and I know he'd like you. Tell me that you're single."

"She is," Sarah didn't give her a chance to answer. And if your J-P can take photos like this, then Laini definitely needs to meet him. He's quite...talented."

"How did he find this couple? Or did he have them pose for him?" Laini asked, changing the subject away from herself. 'Does he like to watch?' she added menally.

"Oh sweetie," the woman said, "He didn't have to find a couple to pose for him, that is him. Well, him and his ex-girlfriend. Which is why he probably wouldn't want these pictures on display, let alone for sale." She elbowed her husband's arm. 

"That's him? The photographer? In the pictures?" Sarah wanted to make sure she heard correctly. 

"Yes, that's him. Handsome Frenchman if ever there was one," David's wife laughed mischievously. "And he could use some friends his own age. Right now he primarily has us since he's been back in LA."

"Laini, give these nice people your phone number," Sarah ordered, not knowing that she was reading Laini's thoughts.

At home that night, Laini stripped out of her black dress, stepped out of her heels. She ran her hands up and down her body. Rounded hips, full breasts, the soft skin of her somewhat flat stomach. She touched her hands along her recently waxed smooth pussy. Laini had an athlete's body from regularly playing years of beach volleyball for fun. She pulled her auburn hair from its braid and let it loose down her back. She twisted in the mirror and saw her hair fall just above the black bra strap. She moved her hands around to her ass, and back up to remove her bra. Sighing, she thought of the series of photos, of the man in them. His hands, his lips, the look on the girl's face, the ecstasy as she came, the look that held no apologies after. It was beautiful.

Laying down on her bed, she closed her eyes. Her hands continued their path around her body. She kept seeing the images flash before her, the tension, the lust, the kiss, the fuck. 

The tension, the lust, the kiss, the fuck. 

The tension, the lust, the kiss, the fuck. Her fingers pinched her nipples, cupped her breasts. Her other hand found her vibrator in the drawer next to her bed and set it next to her, ready. Her hands moved down from her nipples to her pussy, separating the lips, circling her clit. The tension, the lust, the kiss, the fuck. She circled her clit again with her fingers, feeling how wet she was becoming. Spreading her juices around, rubbing and moving harder against her mound. Her hand moved the vibrator into position and began pushing it inside of her. Her hips rising, moving, in a circle, a figure eight, infinity. She turned the vibrator on. 

The tension, the lust, the kiss, the fuck. She wanted that, the raw sex she saw in the photo. She turned the vibrator on higher, moving her hands along her hips, her breasts, her smooth pussy., her hard clit. The light from the other room reflected off her pale skin, but she didn't notice. 

The tension, the lust, the kiss, the fuck. Damn it she ached for that. Her hands danced over her body, caressing, pulling, circling, massaging. She lifted her legs into the air, bending them above her. She began pulling the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She knew she was wet and heard the squishing slurping sound of her juices and the vibrator as she moved it in and out. She threw her arms above her head and arched her back. Her legs back down on the bed when what she really wanted to do was wrap them around a hard waist. his hard waist. She wanted to feel his weight above her, his hard cock inside her. She writhed against the vibrator, letting it take her to the edge. 

As the tension in her increased, so did her imagination. It was Laini standing against the brick wall, warmed by the sun. His hands cupped her breasts, his mouth covered hers. She loved the taste of him and wanted more. Her hands pulled him close, wrapping around his shoulders, exploring their way to his ass. She hooked one leg around his waist, to hold his hard cock against her. She could feel it between the jeans both of them wore. She rolled her hips against his and felt him grow even harder.

The pressure of their kiss increased. Then he was tearing at her buttons, ripping down the zipper of her jeans. She did the same to his own. He pulled her jeans down enough to touch her, to feel how wet she had become, to insert one finger, then two into her wet pussy. His thumb brushing her clit. 

She reached below his open jeans, to pull out his hard cock. He wore no underwear and his cock sprang free in her hands. 

She stroked it's length, holding it and moving her hands up and down, not wanting to let go, but knowing she would have to. She wiped the pre-cum off the tip and brought her fingers to her mouth. Tasting the saltiness of him as she stared into his eyes. "You know I want this," she whispered aloud. 

Together they tugged her jeans down. She wrapped one leg around him, and he lifted her up. She wrapped her other leg around him as he dropped her down, impaling her on his hard cock. She dropped her head back and moaned. It felt so fucking good. Panting, she wrapped arms and legs around him and refused to let go. She bounced up and down on his cock, riding him, fucking him, him fucking her. Together they rose up, him thrusting into her against the brick wall. Sweat dripped from both of them as Laini bounced up and down on his hard cock, using his body, and giving him her own. 

"Fuck me," she panted. 

"Fuck me," he growled.

"Oh my god, ohmygod, ohmygod," Laini cried, her words all running together. "I'm going to cum."

"Fuck me, baby," he said, "Fuck me hard, baby. I want you to cum for me." 

"Yes! Yes!" 

Their hips moved harder together, faster. Now at a furious pace, the two moved against and with each other. Hard cock in wet pussy, They moved together almost frantically.

"Yes! Yes!" She yelled. 

"I'm cumming," he managed to say. 

"Oh god, oh god, me..too..." 

Alone in her room, Laini's hands took turns frantically pinching her nipples, while the other rubbed her clit. The vibrator sent her over the edge and she came. 

As her breathing slowed, so did the images from the photographs that were playing on a loop in her head. She laughed at herself as she rolled onto her side to sleep. Silly girl, she thought, guys don't pick up girls who are 6'2", even to fuck them. But damn, they can do a lot of other things with me. And I can do a lot with them.

Still, as she fell asleep, she remembered that there was a chance he would get her phone number, and possibly give her a call. The tension, the lust, the kiss, the fuck, the orgasm. She decided if he did call, she would definitely go out with him. 

You never know.



The Set Up



A/N: This story contains gay incest, bukkake, and name-calling. You've been warned. 

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Bukkake Party - M4M 

White, athletic, submissive, 5'10" and DDF. I'm turning 20, looking for a group of men to celebrate with me. I'll suck your cock, if you cum on my face. Interested? E-mail me back with complete stats. No pic, no response. 

Keith Owens eagerly clicked the response button. It was a habit of his, scouring the personal ads on craigslist, looking for new and exciting things to try. He loved experimenting, and ever since his divorce he'd been eager to explore the kinkier side of himself. 

Keith would have preferred to go out into bars and actually meet men, maybe find a partner, but this was easier. He could find men that right away were into the same things as him, there'd be no embarrassment. And more than that, he could hide his new dark, kinky side from his son this way. 

When Keith and his wife divorced, he'd been granted sole custody of his then 17 year old son, Jayson. He loved being able to spend all of his free time with his son, he really did. But it made things awkward sometimes. 

It was a year or so after the divorce when Keith realized that he wanted to experiment with men. It was two years after the divorce when he realized that he wanted to be with men exclusively. All the other kinks and fetishes of his -bondage, power roleplays and bukkake, being the top three in a rather extensive list- came out in the years that followed. 

But it's not as if he was free to enjoy those things in his own home. Keith liked his partners loud, he liked to make them beg. It wouldn't do him any good if Jayson heard Keith's partners begging for "daddy" to cum on their face. 

White, muscular, 6'3", 175 lbs., cut 8 inches. Brown hair, brown eyes. 45 years old. Dominant. Very, very interested. 

He attached a photo of himself, and hit the send button. Keith exited the page and headed downstairs to make dinner for Jayson and himself. 

Jayson's phone beeped and he smiled, opening his e-mail. He'd posted the ad only two nights ago, but he'd already gotten 17 replies. Three more to go to reach his desired number. He opened the attached picture, his grin widening. 

"Looks like daddy's on board now." He murmured under his breath, his brown eyes lighting up. 

Of course, Jayson had known about his father's high sex drive and unusual array of kinks and fetishes. His father was out of the house nearly every Friday night, what else could he be doing? Not to mention, his father always forgot to delete his search history. 

Jayson had been trying to seduce his father for years, ever since he learned that his father was questioning his sexuality. But his father was always much too responsible (or perhaps too naive) to ever try anything with him. But Jayson knew this would win his father over. 

They lived in a fairly small town. There was almost never an ad from a submissive for a bukkake. Jayson knew his father would jump at the chance. Now all he had to worry about was his father leaving after he found out who'd posted the ad. Jayson shrugged, he'd cross that bridge later. 

This Friday, 8pm, the motel 7, room 12. 

Jayson sent the e-mail then headed downstairs to help his father with dinner. 

* 

Keith got to the hotel at 8 sharp. He skipped checking in with the front desk and headed to room 12, his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

He'd only ever gotten to participate in one bukkake before, and it had been on a woman's face. This was going to be so much better. Keith hoped that the submissive lived near him, if everything went well today maybe they could see each other again. 

He knocked on the door, his stomach twisting with excitement and anxiety. A man wearing a mask opened the door slightly, sticking only his face out. He nodded to Keith and let him in. 

"Put this on, the kid wants all of us to wear them. Oh, and put your clothes over by the dresser." The man handed Keith a mask. It was just a simple black domino mask. Keith put it on and looked around the room, a large grin coming to his face. 

There were a lot of other men here. Including himself there was 20. All the men were attractive, had nice builds, and nice cocks. The submissive hadn't shown yet. Keith scanned the room, trying to decide whether he'd been with or met any of the other men here before. He didn't recognize any of them. 

The room was pretty basic, there was a good amount of floor space, Keith noted. There was a bed in the middle of the room. Keith wondered if they'd even use it. 

"Maybe the kid will take a dick." Keith thought hopefully, his cock stiffening. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and pulled his pants and boxers off. He folded them neatly and put them on top of the dresser. 

"Looks like everyone's here." 

Keith turned in the direction of the voice. And there, leaning up against the door to the bathroom, was his son Jayson, and he was completely naked. Keith's heart stopped. 

Guiltily, but unable to resist, Keith took in his son's body. God, he was beautiful. His wavy brown hair framed his perfect, innocent face. His brown eyes were lively, and he bit his lip anxiously- but maybe that was just an act. Jayson's body was toned, defined- not to the extent of Keith's, but still, he was an athletic boy, and it showed. 

The men hooted as Jayson stepped forward, walking to the center of the room, before going down to his knees. They circled him quickly, shoving their dicks in his face. Keith remained still, not entering the circle. 

Keith knew he should leave. He should pull his clothes on, walk away and pretend like nothing had happened. 

But his cock was throbbing. He was fully erect, his eight inches jutting out proudly from his muscular body. Maybe he could still participate; after all, he was wearing a mask. Jayson would probably never find out that it was him. 

Jayson could still see his father, even being surrounded by the men. His dad seemed to be contemplating whether or not he should stay. Jayson hoped he would. He didn't want to have to go through all this trouble for nothing. 

Well, it wasn't all for nothing. At the very least he'd still get 19 loads on his face. Jayson smirked at the thought, as the man in front of him slapped his cheek with his cock. Jayson looked up at the man, before taking the large cock between his lips, and bobbing his head down onto it. He took a dick in both of his hands and stroked them quickly. The men were already excited and didn't need to be warmed up. 

Jayson moved from cock to cock, taking them as far down into his throat as he could manage. He kept his hands busy too, stroking the anonymous dicks masterfully. 

Keith watched his son. Fuck, it was hot, watching his son act like such a submissive little whore. But he should really go. Even though Jayson may not find out, if he did find out, he'd be horrified. 

Keith turned towards the dresser, grabbing his clothes. As he unfolded his t-shirt and prepared to throw it over his head, a thought struck him. 

No pic, no response. 

He'd sent Jayson his picture! He turned quickly back to look at his son, his eyebrows raised. Jayson was bobbing down on a cock, but his eyes were on Keith, a look of worry filled them. 

Keith put down his t-shirt and took a few steps towards the circle cautiously, gauging his son's reaction. Jayson kept his mouth on the cock, but seemed to be nodding, urging his father to stay. Keith grinned. 

Finally, he joined the circle. Jayson popped his head off of the cock and looked up at his father with a large smile, spit dribbling down his chin. 

"Suck my cock." Keith said calmly, looking his boy in the eyes. Jayson obeyed, slowly taking his father's cock into his mouth. Keith sighed appreciatively, tangling his hand in his son's chestnut hair. 

Jayson licked and sucked at his dad's cock, tasting with reverence the salty pre-cum that formed at the tip of his father's impressive member. He took a dick in each of his hands again, stroking the nameless cocks enthusiastically. 

The group of men surrounding Jayson were impatiently beating their meat, waiting for their turn to get blown. One of men that Jayson was stroking grabbed the young boy's hair and pulled it, forcing his mouth off of his father's dick, and onto his own. 

Jayson took the cock in his mouth ambivalently. He loved the feeling of being forced to take this stranger's prick in his mouth, but was reluctant to stop sucking his father's wonderful dick. 

Keith watched his son with a smile, stroking his pole slowly. He wanted this to last, wanted to be the last one to paint his son's face. He watched his whore son engulf every single dick, sucking and slurping eagerly, like a good little bitch. Spit ran down his son's chin and onto his toned, smooth chest. Keith loved the sound of his young son gagging, choking on the large, anonymous cocks that filled his mouth. 

His smiled widened when his son managed to take a large cock, probably around eight inches, all the way to the hilt. Keith's chest filled with pride, and his cock leaked pre-cum generously. It took everything he had not to get in there, push the men away and just fuck his son's perfect mouth. 

Finally, Jayson reached his father again. He took his father's dick into his mouth, bobbing down on it quickly, desperately trying to take it all. He felt his father's hands curl in his hair once more, and he relaxed his pace slightly, hoping his dad would get the hint. Jayson looked up into his father's eyes. Keith grinned. 

His hand tightened in his son's soft hair, holding him still. And then, Keith began to aggressively fuck his son's mouth. He groaned with pleasure as Jayson's nose reached his pelvis, Keith's cock being enveloped completely in the warmth of his son's mouth. 

Jayson's hands abandoned the pricks he was stroking and instead gripped his father's thighs. He allowed his dad to face-fuck him, moaning and gagging on the cock that helped make him. He loved the way it filled his throat, cut off his air. His father fucked his throat mercilessly, and Jayson took it, like the good little boy he was. 

Finally, Keith released his son's face, and Jayson came off it, gasping for air. He looked up at his dad, deciding with enthusiasm that he wanted to go further. 

"Fuck my ass." He said, staring into his father's brown eyes, framed nicely by the mask. The men around him chuckled. 

Keith smirked, and gripped his son's hair once more. He pulled on it, leading his son, crawling, to the bed. 

Jayson climbed up eagerly, flipping quickly onto his back. He was stretched out horizontally on the bed, his head hanging off the side. 

Keith pulled his son's legs up, Jayson's ankles rested on his father's broad shoulders. One of the men moved to Jayson's face, turning his chin to the side so the boy could suck on his cock. Jayson moaned loudly on the dick, while Keith's prick moved slowly between the crack of his son's ass, teasing him. 

Another man climbed up onto the bed, and moved Jayson's hand to his erect member. Jayson stroked it dutifully, his other hand searching for a cock. Once Jayson's hands were both filled, as well as his mouth, Keith continued. 

The father spat on his dick, lubing it. He spit again, this time onto his fingers, and he brought them to his son's closed asshole. Jayson whimpered around the prick in his mouth as his father slowly pushed his middle finger inside his tight hole. 

It didn't take long for Jayson's hole to open up, easily allowing Keith to push a second finger into his son. He thrust his fingers quickly in and out of his son's channel, scissoring them, forcing his hole open. Jayson moaned loudly, as the man left his mouth, and his father's fingers explored his ass. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." He whined, throwing his head back. As he tilted his head backwards, another man eagerly stuffed his mouth, fucking the boy's face. Jayson choked on the cock, but didn't pull his head away, he just took it. Keith beamed with pride. His son was such a good little whore. 

Keith filled his son's ass, pushing a third finger into him, adequately stretching out his son. He pumped his fingers into his son's bottom, matching the rhythm of the man thrusting into his son's young mouth. He noticed with satisfaction that his son's dick was rock hard and leaking pre-cum, without any manual stimulation. He wondered if he could make his son cum too, without having to stroke his cock. 

Finally, Keith pulled his fingers out of his son, and placed his cock at his son's knot. 

"Daddy's got you, babe." He thought, thrusting his cock deep into his son's ass. Jayson groaned loudly, his asshole clenching around his father's thick member. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." The man inside Jayson's mouth exclaimed, pulling out. Jayson held his face still, looking up at the man as he jerked himself. Jayson opened his mouth, and waited eagerly for the fresh load. 

The man came with a grunt, his spunk arching up into the hair before falling in small pools on Jayson's chin. Jayson smiled appreciatively at the man, his tongue extending down his chin to taste the man's fresh warm jizz. The man walked towards the dresser, pulled his clothes on and left. 

"Next!" Jayson said with a chuckle. His mouth was promptly filled with another cock. 

Keith pumped his son slowly, wanting to last while all the other men came. Fuck, it turned him on, watching these strangers spunk on his son's deceptively innocent face. 

"Shit." The new man cursed, pulling out of Jayson's warmth. He came almost instantly, spraying a thick rope of cum onto Jayson's left cheek. 

Both men that were being stroked by Jayson pulled out of his hands and went to either side of his face. Both father and son grinned widely as the two men came in unison, one shooting a load across his forehead, the other cumming in short ropes into Jayson's waiting mouth. 

"Two loads at once, you're a fucking natural." Keith said proudly, pumping his cock more quickly into his son's firm ass. He gripped his boy's thighs, holding them against his hairy chest, while Jayson's ankles locked behind his father's head. 

"God, more, more, I need more cum." Jayson moaned, closing his eyes as his father fucked him. 

New men took their places. One in Jayson's mouth, one in each of his hands. The smell of sweat and sex filled the Keith's nostrils and he breathed it in gladly. The sounds of gagging, moaning and skin slapping against skin filled the air, travelling between the thin walls of the cheap motel room. 

"That's it, fuck his pretty mouth." Keith urged, watching the man inside his son's mouth savagely ram his cock down Jayson's throat. The man looked up at him and smirked, the two dominant men completely understanding each other. 

Eventually the man pulled out of Jayson's mouth, shooting his load into Jayson's hair with a grunt. 

The remaining men were climaxing faster now, getting pushed towards their own orgasms as the young boys face and hair were gradually covered with more and more spunk. 

The next one to climax came on Jayson's right cheekbone, and as Jayson leaned his head back the jizz travelled up his face. Jayson shut his eyes. 

"Fucking filthy bitch." The next man grunted, his load hitting Jayson's face in thick, long ropes that travelled across his nose and cheeks. Jayson moaned appreciatively, rocking his hips onto his father's cock. Keith smirked, watching his son's cock bounce as he pounded him. 

"More, please, please more." Jayson whimpered pathetically. The men were more than willing to give him what he wanted. 

The next man came on Jayson's left eyelid, coating it in his thick white spunk. Jayson stopped stroking the man in his right hand, and instead starting playing with himself, jerking his cock rapidly. Keith growled, and slapped his son's hand away. 

"Not yet, boy, we're not even halfway through with you." 

"Please, please give me more." Jayson begged quietly, as two men took their places beside his face. His father was fucking him roughly now, ramming his entire eight inches deep into his hole. 

The men beside his face moaned, the one on the right cumming first, the other following a second after. Their loads shot up his face, streaking his chin to his forehead. 

Keith looked away from his son and up at the remaining men. 

"Ten more to go, halfway there." He said, grinning. Jayson's hands moved to the cheap hotel blankets, and he fisted them desperately as another man moved to his mouth and filled it eagerly. The man slammed his mouth without abandon, while Jayson's throat constricted around it. 

"Shit, fucking slut." The man moaned, pulling out milliseconds before spunking on the young boy's cum-covered cheek. The man released Jayson's hair and the boy's head fell back as he panted and gasped for air. 

The cum ran down his face, covering his eyes, matting his hair. Keith felt a familiar pressure begin to grow in his balls and he slowed his pace, fending off his oncoming orgasm. 

"Open your fucking whore mouth." The next man said, moving beside Jayson's face. Jayson obeyed and the man began jerking his dick into the boy's mouth. His large balls slapped against Jayson's cheek. 

"Fuck!" The man exclaimed, releasing into Jayson's mouth. He spurted four or five times, his sperm pooling inside the young boy's mouth. Jayson's lips closed, capturing the spunk. 

"Don't you fucking swallow it. Spit it out onto your fucking face." The man ordered. Jayson opened his mouth, and tilted his head further back, spit and cum running from his mouth up his face. 

Two men who had been beating their meat beside Jayson's face came at this. One shot his load onto Jayson's forehead and hair, the other climax on Jayson's temple, his white seed trailing down to the boy's ear. 

Keith grinned. God, his son was such a fucking cock-whore. It made him so proud. 

"Say 'thank you'." Keith reminded his son, pushing inside of his son at an agonizingly slow pace. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Jayson moaned, before his mouth was filled by another sweaty cock. 

Keith was amazed at his son. Jayson was such a good little boy, so obedient and so strong. He gave his son's ass a hard slap, inciting a loud moan from the boy. 

Jayson's cheeks hollowed as he blew the anonymous cock. The man inside him moaned loudly, releasing into the boy's warm mouth. He pulled out when he was finished, and Jayson let the man's cum flow freely from his mouth. 

"You're fucking covered in spunk you worthless cock-whore." Keith said, still pumping into his son's tight hole slowly. Jayson moaned his response at this, rocking his hips, trying to meet his father's gentle thrusts. 

"What are you?" Keith asked, as the remaining four men took their places, circling Jayson's face. They rubbed their cocks rapidly above the boy's face, each one moaning or panting softly as their orgasms approached. 

"I'm a cock-whore." Jayson said quietly, his hands still twisting in the blankets as his father screwed him. 

"Louder, bitch." 

"I'm a cock-whore! I'm a cock-whore!" Jayson shouted. Keith rewarded him by slamming his length into his son's hole. Jayson groaned loudly, his body shuddering at the invasion. 

The men came barely milliseconds after one another. The first one came on Jayson's chin, where the previous jizz had started to turn clear. The next one came on Jayson's right eyelid, adding his seed to the already existing pool of cum there. The third exploded in Jayson's hair, creating thick streaks of white in the dark tresses. The last one erupted on his forehead, his seed shooting in jets. 

Keith continued fucking his son roughly as the men quickly pulled on their clothes and left. When the door closed behind them, Keith tore off his mask with a growl. 




The Set Up



"Fuck Son, Daddy didn't know you were such a slut." Keith said with a chuckle, pulling out of his son completely. 

"Oh, Daddy." Jayson moaned quietly, dropping his legs from his father's shoulders, letting them hang lazily from the bed. Keith leaned over his boy, grabbing his waist and lifting him easily. He repositioned his son vertically on the bed so his cum-covered face was resting on the pillows. 

"You made me proud tonight, son." Keith said, moving between his son's legs once more. He grabbed his son's calves and brought them up, so they were resting on his shoulders again. This time, he leaned over his son, placing his hands beside his son's neck. 

He entered his son's channel once more, drilling him quickly now. 

"Daddy, can I touch you?" Jayson asked quietly, submitting to his father, allowing himself to be completely dominated. 

"That's a good boy, asking for permission. Go ahead baby." Keith responded, pumping into his son quickly. He was panting, both men were, as their pleasure mounted, their orgasms mere seconds away. 

Jayson's hands wrapped around his father's neck, holding his face close. His feet flexed beside his father's face, as his orgasm began to build, he was so close. 

"Daddy, please let me cum." He gasped, tilting his jizz-covered face back. 

"Go ahead son." Keith murmured softly. Jayson moaned, his asshole tightened further around his father's cock. His legs shook with the force of his orgasm. He came, shooting ropes of cum up his own stomach. 

Keith quickly pulled out of his son, letting his boy's legs fall to the bed. He climbed up him, resting his knees beside his son's face. He jerked his length quickly, his balls tightened. 

"Open your mouth for Daddy." Jayson obeyed. 

Keith came with a loud groan. His warm load shot into his son's waiting mouth and up onto his nose and cheeks. He panted, his heart thumping in his hairy chest. He came down from his orgasm slowly. 

"Swallow." He said softly, looking down at his son. Jayson swallowed what was in his mouth, then smiled warmly up at his father. 

"Daddy, if it's not too much to ask, could you help me get cleaned up?" He asked quietly. Keith smiled. 

"'Course son." 

He climbed off the bed and walked briskly to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and ran it under the warm water before going back to his beautiful son. Keith ran the cloth over his son's face, wiping off the steadily drying spunk. 

"Tell me when it's safe to open my eyes." Jayson said with a small laugh. Keith smiled. 

"It's safe, sweetheart." Keith said, slipping completely out of his dominant role, and back into the role of a father. Jayson looked up at his father, their brown eyes meeting. They smiled at each other, before Keith rolled onto his back beside his son. 

"You know, I was afraid you'd leave, after you found out it was me." Jayson said, snuggling closer to his father. 

"I was afraid you'd hate me if I went through with it." Keith admitted sheepishly. Jayson rested his face on his father's chest. His fingers absentmindedly curled in the dark hair there. 

"Nonsense. I arranged this whole thing for you." Jayson said, pressing a quick kiss to his father's chest. 

"I really didn't know you were such a slut, son." Keith said, his fingers dancing up his son's spine. Jayson looked at him. 

"Only for you, Daddy. I'd do anything for you." He said earnestly, staring his father in the eyes. Keith chuckled softly, stroking his son's chin. 

"Is that right? You want to be daddy's little slave?" He asked softly. His son nodded eagerly. Keith sat for a moment in contemplation. 

"Slave and son. That's a good combination. But I'd like to add something else to it." 

"What's that Daddy?" Jayson looked up at his father, wanting to please him. 

"Lover." Keith said, locking eyes with his son. Jayson smiled slowly, showing his teeth. He nodded, before leaning up and pressing his lips against his father's. 

Their lips moved softly together, lovingly together. Keith held his son to him, Jayson's fingers curled in his father's hair as they kissed. 

They fell asleep that way, both wrapped up completely, in one another.



The Set Up



Difficult to know where to start, I'm sat tied to a chair with a pair of my step daughter panties position on my head so the crutch is placed over my nose, I've been sat like this for four hours thinking about how my life has changed over the past 3 months. I was once a successful business man running a medium size company with 50 employees, single and very eligible. I met my wife at a business function and after a whirlwind romance we married some 5 months later. My wife and her 20 year old daughter moved into my large 6 bedroom country house and life at the time could not have been better. Sex was amazing, my wife Julie had an amazing body for a 40 year old woman and loved to dress in sexy outfits and the most amazing lingerie. I must admit was a bit of a sucker for stockings, Julie knew this and love to tease me whenever she could by wearing shortish skirts the effect was I was continually randy.

After about two months my secretary who had been with me for years decided to leave unexpectedly and I was forced to place an ad in the local paper for a new secretary, there were several potentials with good CV's but one girl stood out at the interviews, not only was she perfect for the job but twice during the interview she crossed her legs and I caught the faintest glimpses of stocking tops. This was in truth the biggest mistake and also the beginning of the end, I hired her. It only came to light months later that the girl was planted by Julie and her mother as part of their elaborate plan to turn me into a total sissy slave servicing the needs of my wife Julie, her mother Diane and my wife's daughter Beth.

The office was running well, Linda was a real find and as she settled in she became more confident in her manor again I did not read anything into it when she started to flirt with me, the glimpses of stocking became more regular and in my continual state of arousal thanks to Julie I made a fatal error one afternoon and made a slightly off the cuff remark to Linda about the fact that I loved a girl in stockings. To my amazement she turn looked me directly in the eye and hitched her skirt up to give me a full view of her stockings and just the faintest view of her panties. I could not help myself and walking over I slid my hand up het stocking leg and started stroking her rather wet panties. Linda broke away closed and locked my office door and returned unbuttoning my flies and taking out my cock proceeded to wrap her lips around it and give me a wonderful blow. I came in her mouth and instantly regretted what I had done, thinking if ever my wife found out!!

That night when I returned home I could sense all was not well, Diane was home talking to Julie and both of them ignored me for about 20 minutes, finally Julie asked me to come into the lounge as she needed to talk to me. I was surprised to see Diane sitting with Julie and wondered what Julie needed to talk to me about that involve Diane. I sat on the sofa and Julie flicked on the TV, I could not believe what was on the screen, the video showed my office and was replaying my worst fears, Linda sucking my cock. The video played out and Julie turned to me and asked what the fuck was going on, I pleaded with Julie but the evidence was pretty damming. Julie told me she wanted a divorce and was going to take me for every penny she could, the row seemed to last forever and kept begging her to stay and that I would do anything she wanted if she would stay, all the time Diane sat quietly with a grin on her face I got the distinct impression she was enjoying the situation. Finally Julie got up and told me she needed to think about things, That night I did not sleep and in the morning I got dress and ready to leave for work as normal, when I came down Julie was sitting in the kitchen and told me I would not be going to work today she wanted to talk to me about just what I was prepared to do to make her stay. I sat down and was presented with a letter detailing how life was going to change.

I would no longer go to work, Julie would take charge of the company and I would stay at home and look after general day to day household duties, this was done on the pretext that I would not be tempted if I stayed at home. One other detail was that Diane would be moving in to the house to oversee things. I had never really got on with Diane and initially I refused to agree but after being told there was no room for compromise I finally agreed. Julie also commented that from now on I was to be respectful to Diane and do as she told me if not it was divorce. I agreed thinking things would go back to normal after a few months and I would return to work. Work were informed I was not well and for the time being Julie would be running the company, as agreed I stayed at home. Diane suddenly took on a more forceful role every day started with a list of chores, cleaning, shopping, preparing lunch for Diane and Beth, laundry ext. One thing that struck me as odd was that I had to wash certain items of clothing by hand, mainly panties, bras stockings ext. I did not really mind and quite enjoyed dealing with the girl's underwear. 

This particular day I had gone into Beth's room to empty her laundry basket and their laying on the top were a pair of Beth panties turned inside out and showing a large stain in the crutch, I picked them up and brought the gusset up to my noise and in hailed deeply, the next moment I heard Diane's voice asking me what the hell I was doing. I turned to see Diane standing in the door to Beth's room with a total look of contempt on her face. I tried to explain I was just checking to see if they were dirty but Diane told me to shut the fuck up, she said if I liked panties that much for now on I would be wearing them, Diane ordered me to strip but I refused, it was then she told me she would be telling Julie about my pantie sniffing habit and divorce I was told would quickly follow. The embarrassment and humiliation of removing my clothes in front of my step mother was incredible, I tried leaving my boxers on but was told to lose the boxers. 

Diane then handed me a pair of white lacy panties which she I had not noticed she had been holding all along, I started to get the feeling the whole incident was set up by Diane. I pulled up the panties and as soon as they were on I flash went off and I realised Beth was also now standing in the room and had just taken a snap of me in panties, she laughed and told me to pose for some further photos and if I did not she would be e-mailing the photo to Julie at work immediately. More photos followed and I was told things were going to be different from now on and if I did not want the photos e-mail out to friends and parents I would be a good girl and do as I was told. The word good girl seemed a strange term of phrase but I was soon to find out just what this meant.

To be continued.