4 comments/ 37229 views/ 0 favorites Last Day By: Cunfucus Bobby felt a twinge of melancholy as he closed the store on his last day at Book Ends, the little book store that specialized in popular fiction, sci-fi and fantasy. It was his summer job before college, but he had become very fond of the little bookstore and her proprietor, Ms. Ross. She was tall like a willow tree and had short dark hair, which gave her a severe look. Her face was long and pointy, with high cheekbones. She had an unsettling gaze, her mouth a little too wide and a nose a little too long. The rest of her body was firm and tight. Bobby couldn't tell entirely because the clothes she'd usually wear hid most of her form. He'd noticed that her small breasts were full and that her hips rounded up her figure just right. Bobby knew just what he could do with those hips if given the chance. Ms. Ross was not altogether an unpleasant sight, but she was an acquired taste. What Bobby loved about her most though were her legs – they seemed to go on forever. He could spend all day just staring at them. Everything about her conveyed strictness and she seldom smiled. She was like a work of art, albeit a cold one. Ms. Ross dressed conservatively, rather like the stereotypical librarian, with one small exception; she wore classy red, rectangular glasses. Bobby wasn't sure of her age but he pegged her somewhere in her late thirties. She had given up a career to start Book Ends because she loved to read. Bobby knew her to be firm and direct, but he knew she could also be caring. He knew this from her friends who visited regularly at the store. Ms. Ross had her fair share of suitors' too; hotshot lawyers from the way they dressed, but she never showed interest. "I'd like a word before you leave," Ms. Ross said as she finished counting the receipts of the day. "Word," Bobby rejoined. They both grinned. It was lame but it worked. Despite their short time together, they had become accustomed to each other. Ms. Ross was a tough boss but he got along well with her. Bobby knew he would miss working at Book Ends because he would miss her most of all. Despite her severe looks, he liked her. He liked looking at her. Sometimes he caught her looking at him too. Although he worked out regularly at the gym, Bobby couldn't be sure if she was admiring his body or merely looking out for him. Maybe she didn't want him hurt lifting heavy boxes of books. Then again, maybe she liked his broad shoulders. Maybe. Smiling to himself, he finished his task and followed her into her office. The office was a narrow room at the back of the store. Filing cabinets hid the walls on one side and boxes of books on the other. The boxes piled almost to the ceiling. A large desk dominated the middle of room. She had a large poster directly behind the desk. It was a picture of a towering castle perched precariously on a cliff against a fantasy landscape. Numerous bridges connected different parts of the picture to another. The caption beneath read, 'A Bridge Never Crossed Is Like A Life Never Lived.' Ms. Ross sat at her desk and directed Bobby to the empty chair opposite her. She smiled warmly at him. "Bobby, you've been a great help to me this summer. You are hard working and full of initiative and I wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. I'll be sorry to lose you but at the same time, I'm happy that you're going on to college." Bobby blushed and muttered his thanks. Compliments came rarely from Ms. Ross. He tried to meet her gaze as she continued. "I also want you to know that you're always welcome back here, both as a former colleague and as a friend. Anytime and anything you need, I'll be here for you." "Thanks. I enjoyed working here and I learned a lot working for you." Bobby replied. Ms. Ross took out a small envelope from her desk drawer and slid it across to him. "Think of this as a token of my appreciation." He opened up the envelope and counted almost two months pay within. He stared at the money in disbelief. He had already been paid. "You've earned every cent," she smiled at the look on his face. "Wow, thanks Ms. Ross," Bobby stammered. The money would certainly go a long way. "Thanks very much!" "Call me Jo, all my friends do." Ms. Ross took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Her touch was casual yet Bobby felt his loins stir. She had told him he would be welcome back but he still felt this was good-bye. He wanted to tell her how he felt but didn't dare. What if she laughed at him? What if she thought him a silly boy infatuated with an older woman? Bobby inadvertently glanced again at the poster behind Ms. Ross. If he did nothing now he would regret this moment for the rest of his life. He would spend all his tomorrows wondering if things would have turned out different if only he had had the guts. Summoning his courage in an intake of air, he decided to cross this bridge. "Jo, now that you're no longer my boss, I was wondering if we could…maybe…go out or something," Bobby stumbled. This was his first time asking out a woman twice his age. Ms. Ross fixed her gaze on Bobby. "You want to go out with me?" She stated each syllable clearly and if to understand him better. It was half a statement and half a question. She stopped squeezing his hand. "Yeah, I've been attracted to you since the first day but never quite had the guts to say so." "You find me attractive?" she asked in the same deliberate tone. Bobby couldn't read her face. "VERY attractive," he nodded like an idiot. Ms. Ross slowly withdrew her hand. She dropped her gaze, as if deliberating her next course of action. Bobby wasn't sure of himself anymore but since he jumped into the deep end of the pool, he thought he might as well swim for it. She interrupted him just as he took another breath. "I'm very happy to hear that, Bobby. I've been wondering for some time now if you'd date an older woman," Ms. Ross admitted with a bit of a wry grin. There was relief in her voice. Bobby could not keep it out of his as well. "I'd date you anytime." "Tell me, what do you find most attractive?" she asked. Her voice was sultry and she studied him carefully. She took off her glasses slowly as she spoke and put them aside on the desk. Bobby thought she looked different without them, more sophisticated. The glasses made her glare. Now she looked alluring. "Your legs," he said without hesitation. Ms. Ross withdrew her hands from under the table. She seemed to wriggle in her seat but Bobby couldn't be sure as the desk hid the lower half of her body. She kept her eyes on him and a mischievous look appeared on her face. "Would you like a closer look at my legs?" Bobby swallowed hard. He could not believe what he just heard. "Yeah." "I guess this is your bonus," Ms. Ross said as she bent forward and came up immediately with a pair of white lace panties in her hand. She laid them beside her glasses. She never took her eyes off Bobby, whose gaze was glued to her panties. Bobby's throat grew tight and couldn't swallow. His mouth parched more than a desert in the heat of the day. Ms. Ross got up and walked slowly around the desk. With surprising strength, she pulled Bobby's seat back a couple of inches and sat herself on the desk directly in front of him. Settling herself comfortably, she then reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled it up slowly, revealing her smooth, tan legs. Bobby's eyes took it all in; the faultless curvature of her insteps, the sexiness of her ankles enhanced by a single prominent vein. Her shins were the colour of wet clay and her calves tempted him with the sight of their softness. Ms. Ross kept sliding her skirt up past her knees. Bobby sat transfixed by the sight of her thighs. They were muscular and firm. He wanted to touch them but kept his hands where they were, afraid to lose the moment. She stopped just as the skirt reached her hips and drew her knees up to her chin. Bobby got a close-up of her naked shins as she put a foot on each armrest. She kept her shoes on. Bobby could smell the leather and something else, very faint, just underneath. It nearly drove him crazy. "Go ahead," Ms. Ross whispered. "Open." Bobby placed an unsteady hand on each foot and slid them slowly from the tip of her shoe to the top of each knee. It felt like he was stroking silk. Gently but firmly, he took hold of each knee and parted her legs. Her womanhood stared back at him. Bobby took a deep breath. He could smell her from where he sat. She exuded warmth, her musky scent inviting him to enter her secret place. He felt his way along the insides of her thighs and stroked her pubic hair. He parted her nether lips with his thumbs and they opened with a soft, wet sigh. He could hear her breathing deeply so he looked up. She had her eyes closed. Gently, he probed deeper into her vagina, applying pressure to the walls. She let out a soft moan. Her lips spread further apart. Her flesh glistened. She was already wet. Lubricating his fingers on her wetness, Bobby slipped his fingers up to the second knuckle into her. He worked her lips with fingers and knuckles while she accommodated him by lying further back and spreading her legs wider apart. The sight of her exposed like this, with her legs in the air, made his crotch harden until he thought it would break right through his pants. He used his other hand to massage her buttocks. A devilish smile came to his face as he traced the rim of her anus with a finger. Her eyes popped open in shock and then closed again in acquiescence. Bobby lowered his head between Ms. Ross' legs and nibbled at her swollen outer lips. He kissed her there and tasted her saltiness. His tongue probed her uppermost folds for her clitoris. A deep moan from her told him he had found his target and he massaged around it with the hardened tip of his tongue. In this fashion, Bobby teased her into a state of near frenzy. When he felt sure she was distracted enough, he inserted his middle finger into her anus. She gasped at the shock of the intrusion then settled back to enjoy this new sensation with a sigh. He continued to massage her from the front and back for several moments. Then he took out his finger and began to trace the rim of her anus with his second and middle fingers. This time, she merely smiled lazily at him through half closed eyes. He returned her smile and inserted his fingers. This brought a gasp of pleasure from her. Stopping for a breather, Bobby sat back to admire the view. Ms. Ross was on her back on the desk with her legs wide apart. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her legs. Her face flushed slightly, which made her look even sexier. A few stray strands of hair fell across her face. She regarded him from the corner of her eye. "Anything else you find attractive?" Bobby realized that he had not even gotten her blouse off. "Your breasts." Ms. Ross swung her legs together and hopped off the desk. With a quick flick of her wrist, she undid her skirt and let it fall onto the floor. Bobby reached out and made a grab for her buttocks. She turned teasingly to give him an ample view. He playfully spanked her buttocks before kneading them with his large hands. Then she turned back towards Bobby and knelt in front of him. "Let's get you comfortable," Ms. Ross said as she undid his pants. Bobby's penis sprang free from its prison as soon as she pulled down his pants. "Think of this as a token of my appreciation," Bobby smirked. Her reply was a slow, wet kiss to his penis. The kiss became a lick, her breath quickly evaporating the saliva. Then she took his entire length into her mouth while she stroked his balls. The sight of her on her knees and mouthing him almost too much to bear but he held valiantly on. After a few more teasing licks, she got up, unhooked the buttons on her blouse and removed her blouse. She struck a sultry pose in her white lace bra and shoes. She then turned her back to him and unfastened the bra straps. She let the bra fall to the floor and cupped her hands on her breasts before turning to face Bobby. Slowly, she bared herself to him. The soft mounds jiggled slightly as she swayed. Her dark nipples erect and wanting. "Touch me." Bobby reached out and cupped a breast in his hand. His fingers kneaded it gently before holding it to his mouth. Teasing his way around the mound of her breast, he flicked his tongue tantalizingly close to her nipple without ever touching it. Finally, he circled her areola with his tongue before kissing the nipple. Taking it in his mouth, he drummed on it with his tongue. He heard Ms. Ross moan. Pleasure washed over her in waves. She bent her head close to his and whispered in his ear. "I want to feel you inside me," her breath ragged and panting. She kissed him fiercely on the lips, their lips mashing and their tongues embracing. She steered their locked bodies towards her desk, sat herself at the edge and spread her legs again. With one hand, she guided Bobby into herself. He felt his erection grow even more upon entering her. Instinct took over and he began the pumping movement in his hips. Soon they were grinding to each other's rhythm, joined at the mouth and at the hips, her legs locked around his body. They devoured each other. Their mouths sought every inch of skin, feeding with insatiable hunger. She ripped his shirt off, discarding it with a wave of her hand. She would dig her nails into his chest and shoulders, providing delicious pain to one and tactile pleasure to the other. He would overpower her in his arms, pin her into submission when he would take his pleasure of her. Then he would release her and they would start all over. Soon though, Bobby had to unlock himself from Ms. Ross' embrace to catch his breath. He took a moment to admire her body, feasting his eyes. He never stopped his pumping from the hip. She pulled him back towards her. He fondled each breast. Then, using his thumb and second finger, he twisted her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Her moans became louder. He decided he liked hearing her moan. Bobby returned to his previous task of exploring the rest of Ms. Ross' body. She was in great shape, her arms and torso well defined. 'She probably worked out as well,' Bobby thought as he nibbled on her ear lobes. He tugged at her hair to expose her slender neck and licked off her sweat. When he found a particularly tender spot on her neck, he would suck on the skin to elicit the sharp pleasure of a love bite yet leave no tell tale mark. Bobby lost himself in his appreciation of her body. His eyes and hands wandered all over, searching, stroking, savouring every moment. Soon his tender administrations gave way to more urgency. His hands that traced the curve of her shoulders lovingly now gripped her tight and pressed her body closer to his. His every thrust seemed to penetrate even deeper, moving ever faster. Soon they were both grunting from their efforts, rivulets of sweat streaming down their bodies, lost in a world of their own. Ms. Ross came in shuddering waves, her orgasm deep and seemingly endless. She cried out in ecstasy. In the midst of her rapture, she dug her nails into Bobby's back as if to pull herself deeper into him. Bobby was oblivious to everything else. He felt only her contractions, her vaginal walls constricting his penis and bringing about his own orgasm. He could feel his climax building but did not cry out. He felt the pressure becoming so intense until he could not hold it in any longer and exploded within her. Each ejaculation was a prolonged release. He soon emptied himself into her. Exhausted and spent, Bobby collapsed on her. When they both recovered from their exertions, they found themselves holding on to each other in a tender embrace. Ms. Ross' face now had a soft edge. She looked as if she had a light shining from within. "That was something," she remarked, placing her head on Bobby's shoulder. Bobby kissed her lightly and said, "I was something, you were fantastic!" "I hope this means you'll be coming back to visit regularly," she looked up hopefully at him. A little bit of the 'cold' Ms. Ross was coming back into her eyes. "I aim to give you more tokens of appreciation any chance I get," Bobby said and kissed her. The lights stayed on at Book Ends that night and were not switched off until early next morning. Bobby and Ms. Ross missed dinner that night. They had breakfast together instead. Last Day 01 Sheila breathed out heavily as the elevator doors opened to reveal the floor on which her office laid. Well at least it was her office for one more day. She had been fired. Down-sizing, hah! It was just because she'd put of her boss's attempt at her last week. What a creep he was, horny for something young to compensate for his age. And no one had defended her, tried to help her keep her job. She was angry with her them, her coward co-workers, as well, even if she all too well knew the fear that kept their mouths shut. It was the same fear that had made her accept and take all the crap and overtime they'd thrown at her in her two years there. And now they just threw her away. Well fuck her boss, fuck her co-workers and fuck fear. This was her last day there and she was going to enjoy it. She started walking down the hall, her heels clicking. Her legs where unsteady with excitement which gave her some regret over choosing high heels, but her anger drove her forward. She waved and shot a sad smile to all the fucking hypocrites who gave their condolences and wished her luck. "Fuck you Mia, fuck you Carl, fuck you..." her mind went as saw them pass before her eyes. At the edge of her vision she could see them all stare at her the same way they had since she started. Jealousy and longing. For the first time though, she really enjoyed it. Especially the men's stares. Their minds where like an open book "If I had stood up and defended Sheila maybe I could have had a chance to see that round, petite ass up close." Suckers. Today one of her fantasies where going to be fulfilled. She longed for the afternoon. But first she had to ensure her appearance did not reveal anything of her plans. While the chance of embarrassment was exciting, the thought of doing what she was going to right in front of the hypocrites' noses was incredible alluring. She went straight for a toilet, locked the door and straightened up in front of the full body mirror. There was no dress code but you had to look clean to work here. She always had and she could let sloppiness draw attention. Top to bottom: Her hair, alright; natural look, good volume. Next her make-up. Sheila bashed her strong blond lashes, tipped with white, over her dark green eyes. She let her tongue lick over her glossy light red lips. Her cheeks looked like always sucked in, but she'd been told it gave her character. Now the short sleeved, light blue chemise. She was the most worried about this one, praying it didn't reveal what she had underneath; a white, incredibly tight, latex corset. Or top, if you want. It covered her breasts. It had to be worn or the stains would show, but if you looked closely it could be noticed. She would also have preferred to wear the one which was tailored to her body's natural look, each breast cupped firmly slightly to the side, instead of this one which pressed them together. But it had to look like she was wearing a bra. Besides, this one left some empty space around her breasts and that had some potential. She checked that zipper that went down the middle in front hadn't stuck. The rest was less of a worry. The jeans where tighter then meant for human eyes, but they wouldn't show stains. They were her favorite pair. They did wonders with her already in shaping her legs, pushed apart her butt cheeks and cornered so tightly around her crotch they almost gave her a camel toe. Incredibly slender. In delicate transition they went down her black leather boots just below the knee. And the boots? They finished the job in style. Excellent. She looked in her handbag and could have sworn the can smiled lewdly at her. Sheila smiled back, closed the handbag and flicked her nipples through the two layers of fabric. A small tingle shot through her. "Easy, darlings. We have to wait 'til the afternoon or they might start to wonder too much about the smell." The rest of the day she spent in her office; filling out some final forms, listening to the fucking hypocrites giving her the same lame sympathy, giving them the finger as they walked out. She skipped lunch. Finally it turned 15.00. Sheila reckoned two hours wouldn't be enough for people to notice. She walked briskly, almost tripping several times in the excitement, towards the same restroom as before. Her handbag bumped softly against her left thigh. "It's teasing me" she thought and licked her dry upper lip. The lock clicked shut Sheila sank down on the toilet seat, already panting lightly. She started to tear the chemise over her head and threw it on the floor. The white leather of the corset gleamed in the sickly light from the lamp above. She sat there for a minute, just fondling her breasts through the latex, feeling them get hotter and hotter. "They have to be aired out a bit" Sheila smiled to herself, pulling down the zipper into height with her nipples to reveal her breasts, shiny with sweat. "A perfect bowl for some dessert" she whispered as she drew can from her handbag. Whipped cream with a light flavor of raspberries. Her favorite. Sheila had dreamt of doing this since she saw that film. She started shaking it ferociously with both hands, then yanked off the lid and began the excruciatingly annoying work of removing the small piece of plastic blocking the nozzle. Her body ached, lips dry with excitement as her trembling, sweaty fingers slipped over and over. Finally she got it off! She flicked it across the room and pushed the nozzle back on the can hard. It shot a stream of cream up on her right cheek and her chin. The shock was immense. Sheila gulped for air and couldn't help but laugh a little. God, she hoped no one heard, but my, oh my. She licked her chin clean, enjoying every second, every taste. The cream on her cheek tickled as it slowly crept downwards. It was great. She turned her attention back to hear breasts, now well armed to deal with them. She pulled the zipper down a bit further to let them both completely free. The corset's sides where pulled apart by the elastic fabric down to the zipper and her breast now gently rested upon them. Sheila rested the nozzle on the right one, pushed and felt more then saw what with her eyes closed how a small rose hill built above her nipple and slowly started to slide down on over it. She arched her back, completely tense for a few seconds and then mashed the hill all over her breast, adding more cream as she saw fit. Not stopping spraying she drew a uneven line across her chest as she started to work on the left one. She fondled and pulled on the nipple as she drew a spiral on it. Panting she put down the can on the floor beside her and watched her artwork, feeling it's not cold (not after half a day in a handbag), but soft touch. She drew the zipper back up in height with the nipples, feeling some of the dream being smeared out. Enticed she picked up the can again and began covering her breast completely and filling every crevice made as the corset pushed them together. Satisfied with the pink blanket she drew the zipper all the way up. She felt ecstatic. Pushing and fondling her breast the cream being pushed around created light vacuums sucking as she let go. It was like they were being gently kissed. And some of the cream got pushed over the edge of the corset, creating a delicious lace she scraped off with her fingers to be sucked clean. Slightly salty from sweat, it was tasty unlike anything. Sheila stood up, feeling how the cream on her cheek had no begun a gravity defying climb around her jaw and down her neck. She watched it in the mirror for a moment before turning around and bending forward to get a good look at her ass. With the chemise on you wouldn't notice, but they were low cropped enough to reveal half an inch of the crack. She groped each butt cheek once and then shoved the can's nozzle down between them. Breathing in and out three times in anticipation she pushed the trigger and bit her lip not to yelp in excitement. The cream filled up between the cheeks travelling downward, lightly breezing by her asshole as it went passed. She stopped before it reached her pussy, which was for later. Standing up straight again she got another shock as some of the cream shot up in a fountain of pink from between her butt cheeks. Sheila giggled, stopping just short from laughing out loud. She started prodding at her asshole through the jeans, sighing at the kissing feel. After a few minutes more of silent enjoyment she loosened the button on her jeans, just enough so she could hold open her white boxer panties. An alluring, sweet smell rose up and Sheila looked proudly down. Her pussy showed as just a single line between her legs, an endless cause for excitement among her partners. It looked so innocent, albeit less so next to the moist imprint it had made in her panties. Holding back the lining with their back of her left hand she drew her index finger along the outside of the lips, accompanying it with a moan. She shook the can with her right hand, then aimed it downward let the cream flow. The feeling and look was beyond words, Sheila couldn't even breath for several seconds. The cream laid itself gently to rest over her entire crotch, creeping underneath until it reached the rest between her butt cheeks. It flowed over the lining and fell down on the floor and she didn't even care, she just kept going for a minute. She put the can on the sink and withdrew her left hand, allowing her panties to catch huge mound of cream underneath the lining. Enjoying that amazing feeling and naughty look for a few minutes, she started to lick the cream off the hand, taking care not to miss anything. Satisfied, she got hold her jeans button and bit her lip as she closed it. The cream caught by her panties was pushed out; down her thighs, up over the lining and, most importantly, in between her pussy's lips. It sent jolts through her system as it softly brushed her clit. This was heaven. Too bad heaven had to be cleaned up. Sheila started to clean off any residual cream from her body, almost forgetting the stain going down her neck, sucking her fingers for every bit. "Well, maybe cleaning isn't so bad after all" she giggled. In a moment of raspberry-induced weakness she even licked some up from the floor. Finally satisfied with the restrooms state she put her chemise back on, sprayed some cream into her mouth, kissed the can in thanks before putting it back in her handbag and went out to enjoy the rest of her last day. Last Day Jamie slipped from the shower and stood in front of her full-length mirror, she began to towel off. Her 38DD breasts hung firmly from her lean frame and her. Her large nipples were erect and proudly. Her large areolas stood out in dark contrast to her alabaster skin. She dried the trimmed crimson hair above her pussy and her towel slid across her shaven lips briefly as it headed down her long legs. Today will be her last day at the law firm she has been clerking at while she finished her law degree at the local college. Next month she would start at a well-known law firm back in her hometown. "But today," she thought, "They will see a side of me they have never seen before." She finished drying, sat at her vanity and began to prepare for the day. For years Jamie had been a model student, prim and proper. She never wore too much makeup, always wore conservative clothes, and always had a business like attitude. Today would be different; she put on makeup highlighting her eyes and cheekbones. Her lipstick was fire red to match her fingernails. The thin material of her cream silk blouse could not hide the darkness of her areolas or nipples as they poked out lewdly, still standing at attention. Jamie enjoyed the fact that her breast hung so nicely without a bra. She left her long fiery hair down instead of pulling it back as she usually does. She slid black thigh-high hose up her legs and clipped them to the garter belt. Her pussy was already growing moist in anticipation of the torrid day she had planned. She wore no panties today, figuring she would probably lose them anyway. She pulled on a dark blue skirt that she had bought specially for today. The skirt was much shorter than she had ever worn before; it barely reached the top of her nylons. Jamie slipped on her jacket for a little modesty, since you could see her nipples and areolas through her blouse, but she left the jacket unbuttoned. A pair of spiked high heels finished her look. Pausing to look in the full-length mirror by the door, she checked to see just how hot she looked. "They'll be horny all over the place," she said and headed out the door. The rush-hour commute was the same as every other Friday, only today it seamed even more crowded. As she stood on the train, she was sure that those around her were pushing tighter to her than usual, trying to rub against her. As the train rumbled on, she felt the hardening cock of the man behind her growing against her ass. The more the train swayed back and forth the harder and longer the cock grew. As the train made more stops and more people got on the train she was pushed tighter to the cock behind her. It now rode in the crack of her ass and she was impressed with how big it felt. Since she was not wearing panties she could feel it quite well through just her skirt and his pants. Bodies were pressed tightly around her and she could not see the man behind. But the itsh in her pussy was growing more insistant. Jamie, trying to be casual, began to rock her hips slowly causing her ass to move up and down his shaft. Pushing tighter to the cock she pinned it against the man's belly and slid up and down against his love muscle. Her juices were flowing from her pussy coating the insides of her thighs. She felt waves of pleasure ripple through her body as she dry humped this cock in a train full of people. Her nipples strained at her blouse betraying her state of arrousal. As the cock began to quiver against her ass she speed up her motions. Anyone paying attention would have known what she was doing as she bobbed up and down, adding more distance to her each stroke. She wished that she could reach around to pull the cock out of his pants and slid it into her slippery hole, but the people were pushed together like sardines and she could not get her arms around her. "It would be so easy for him to lift up my skirt," she thought. Her stop was coming up soon so she quickened her pace, hoping that the log between her ass checks would also cum soon. Responding as if on que, the man behind her let out a muffled groan and she felt his cock twitch and spasm against her ass. She smiled to herself knowing the mess she just created in his pants. The train reached her stop downtown and as many disembarked she slipped out of the train not looking back to see who the man was. "That's was probably the best start for his day," she said, "not bad for mine either". As she walked the last few blocks to the office she could feel the air on her pussy lips. The excitement from the train had her clit poking past it's hood and the anticipation of the day only excited her more. The insides of her thighs were now covered in silky pussy juice. "I need to get my pussy filled," she thought, as she entered her office. She put her purse in her desk and hung her jacket on the back of her chair. On the desk she saw her weeklyorder of supplies. The supply room must not have realized that she would not need them since it was her last day. Grabbing them she headed to the supply room. The door was opened and Greg was pulling supplies for other employees. Greg had been working for the law firm doing errands while he was in high school. Since his graduation last spring, he has been working full time while taking night courses in engineering. Greg had a hard young body and Jamie had often watched him when he would lift boxes, his muscles would bulge and send shivers through her. "I won't be needing these," she said, startling Greg as she walked into the supply room. "Oh, yeah," He answered, "Today your last day here." He could hardly keep from staring at her nipples through her blouse. A box of paper clips fell from the pile and opened as it hit the floor sending clips everywhere. He dropped to his knees to clean them up. "I'm sorry," she said, "I should have been more careful." "No problem," he replied as he looked up. The words almost didn't make it out of his mouth as he caught his breath at the sight before him. His eyes traced up her long legs from her high-heeled shoes all the way to the top of her nylons. He could see the clips of her garter belt under her skirt and some of the creamy flesh of her inner thighs. He continued picking up the paper clips with out breaking his gaze at her. "You've never seen a pair of legs before?" she teased. "I'm sorry," he replied, moving his eyes to the paper clips he was picking up. "I have never seen your legs like this before," he stammered, slightly flustered. "They are very beautiful," he added. "Do you think so?" she asked teasingly. She lifted her leg and put her foot on the first shelf. Sliding her hands up thighs, raising her skirt slightly, she asked "Would you like a better look at them?" Forgetting the paper clips, his eyes followed up her leg again. His breath became more rapid and his body trembled as he enjoyed the view. Words failed him. He could see much more of her inner thighs and his heart pounded in his chest. As he watched, she slowly turned and walked seductively toward the door. He took in all he could thinking that she was leaving. She stopped at the door, pushed it closed and locked it. Jamie walked slowly toward him, his gazed fixed on her breasts as the danced under her blouse. "You've never seen these before, either?" she said lewdly, cupping her mounds in her hands. He straightened up while still on his knees. Jamie noticed the bulge growing in the front of his pants. "Would you like to see these better, too?" she said. Jamie now stood in front of him, his face only inches from her, and began unbuttoning her blouse. She opened the blouse and pointed her glorious orbs at him. "What do you think of them?" she asked. "They are magnificent," he said breathlessly, his hand moved slightly toward them as he wanted to reach up for those tantalizing mounds. She reached out, took his hands and led them slowly to her breasts. Greg began massaging the firm flesh in his palms, lost in the intensity of the moment. Jamie moaned as his strong hands began working on her. She leaned forward inviting him to suck on her erect nipples. His mouth opened to accept one of them and he began to suck gently on it. She reached behind his head pulling him into her breast. He continued working on her other breast with one hand while his other began to explore her legs. His hand caressed her thighs through her nylons. The sweet smell of her nectar filled his nostrils as it flowed from her pussy. Greg switched breasts and sucked the other one with more enthusiasm. His hands, now working together, moved up under her skirt. They gently glided across her bare ass. Jamie was on fire. Her legs began to tremble and waves of pleasure were shooting through her body. She leaned up against the shelves and lifted her skirt. He gently began kissing around her triangle and thighs. He could taste her flowing juices. Greg's tongue darted out to play with her love button. She moaned and pulled his head into the fire between her legs. "Yes", she whispered, "That's what I want." He concentrated on her pleasure knob as his hands again found her headlights. Greg knew she was getting close to an orgasm. Her breath was rapid, her legs quivered and her hands held tightly to his head. Then it hit, her orgasm took over and she let out a scream. Her fingernails dug into the back of Greg's head. Her love juices flowed out like a river as his tongue lapped them up. He could hardly breath by the time she finished with her orgasm. She relaxed her grip and he gently kissed her lips before removing his head from her quivering pussy. "Is there anything else you need from the supply room", he quipped, as a smile grew on his face. "Well lets see what else there is", she giggled. Jamie stood Greg up and leaned him back against his desk. She reached for his belt and opened his pants. "This looks like something I could use", she said as she pulled out his erection. His pants fell to the floor. She lowered her mouth to his cock and began licking the head. Now, he groaned. She licked up and down his shaft pausing at the bottom to kiss his balls. His cock was already fully erect from the excitement of her orgasm when she went to work his cock. She sucked the head into her mouth, sliding it to the back of her throat and then to the tips of her lips again. Her hands playing with his balls and gently stroking his dick as she sucked away. His breath now quickened. "Now, let's put this where I need it", she said. His head glistened with her saliva. Jamie sat on the edge of the small supply room desk, her legs spread wide, and she pulled him to her. He stepped forward and paused momentarily as the tip of his dick meet her pussy lips. Then he slid his hardness deep into her love sheath, like a hot knife through butter. A groan escaped from Jamie. She had been in need of this since the train ride and this young studs cock filled her hot hole wonderfully. He took long deep strokes into her silkiness, savoring every moment inside her. Their tongues entwined. Sweet glistened on her breasts. His hands pulled her ass up to meet his strokes. Her body was a quiver with excitement. Jamie felt an orgasm building deep in her. Greg's cock grew closer to his climax. After a few more long strokes, he buried his cock inside her. She bit into his shoulder to muffle her moans as her orgasm hit. The rush of warm, silky cream on his member brought his release. His cum exploded inside her. Their groaning and moaning echoed in the supply room. As their climaxes subsided he kissed her gently on her lips. They quickly dressed and straightened themselves up "Thank you", she sighed, "You did a great job a supplying my needs." "It was a pleasure to serve you", he replied, "Good luck with your new job." After grabbing a cup of coffee, she returned to her office. She felt a little relief after having her hot hole filled, but she noticed that she was still horny and began thinking about her plans for the rest of the day. "Knock, Knock", said a voice at her door, startling her back to the present. "Come in," she said. "We want to give you your going away gifts before the day gets out of control," said Monica, a tall brunette. "We thought it would be better to do it now," Pam said, as she closed the door behind her. Pam is shorter than Monica with long blonde hair. "We got you two gifts," she continued. "One that is serious..." "And one that's for fun!" interrupted Monica, placing them on the desk in front of Jamie. "You guys didn't have to do that," Jamie replied, "Without you two I would have never finished my degree." She picked up the first one and unwrapped it. She found a new leather briefcase that she knew she would have a lot of use for. Excitedly Pam said, "Ok, now open the other one." Jamie was not to surprised to find a gold-colored vibrator in the other package. It was about 10 inches long and had pleasure bumps all around the top of it. She expected something like this from the girls. The had often talked about having to take care of themselves as the worked late into the night. "Go ahead," Monica interjected, "try it out." Jamie turned the base and it sprang to life in her hand. She rubbed it up and down her arm a few times, letting the vibrations flow through her. Pam got up, moved around the desk next to Jamie, and took the golden toy from her. She placed it on the back of her neck. Jamie moaned in pleasure and Pam moved it around on her shoulders. Monica, not wanting to miss out, came around the desk. They turned Jamie in her chair Monica in front and Pam behind her. Jamie lay back and enjoyed the sensations as Pam worked her neck. Monica slowly unbuttoned Jamie's blouse allowing Pam to work the vibrator down the exposed flesh of Jamie's chest. Monica pulled a smaller vibrator from her skirt pocket and began using it on Jamie's legs. Jamie let her legs fall apart, giving Monica an invitation to continue. Monica worked her way up Jamie's thighs. Pam unbuttoned her own top with her free hand and undid her bra, letting her well-tanned mounds fall onto Jamie's shoulders as she bent over to suck on the exposed nipple of her co-worker. Jamie turned her head searching for the hardened point of Pam's dangling breast. She began to gently suck on the nipple, enjoying the attention she was receiving. Monica had moved the vibrator into Jamie's crouch and began using on her clit. Jamie lifted her hips allowing Monica to raise her skirt up to her waist. Pam joined Monica between Jamie's thighs. Pam worked the golden toy inside Jamie's pussy. Jamie began to moan softly as she squirmed beneath the plunging vibrator. Monica raised her own skirt, pulled her panties to the side and moistened her vibrator with her flowing juices. After sufficiently soaking the smaller vibrator, Monica brought it up to Jamie's quivering asshole and began to work it in. Pam and Monica worked the vibrators in expert motion into Jamie. Jamie felt her whole bottom vibrating and she knew she would soon reach an orgasm. The girls, also sensing Jamie's inevitable orgasm, stepped up the pace of their work. Jamie let go a stifled scream as her orgasm hit. Her cunt juices sliding out around the nubby vibrator and coating Pam's fingers. As Jamie's orgasm subsided, Monica removed the vibrator from the asshole she'd been working it in and began licking Pam's goo covered fingers. Monica undressed herself and laid back on the carpet and worked the still buzzing vibrator into her own pussy again. Pam slipped out of her clothes and leaving Jamie with her new toy, she joined Monica on the floor. Pam took over working the vibrator in Monica's pussy while placing her own love hole over Monica's willing mouth. Jamie recovered from her orgasm, pulled the vibrator from her slit and moved behind Pam's bouncing bottom. Jamie bent down and licked Pam's puckered hole. Pam moaned as Jamie's tongue snaked around her ass hole and Monica sucked on her hardened clit. She buried her face into Monica's cunt and lapped wildly as the pussy pulsated with pleasure. The three of them lost in the pleasure of womanly love knew that Pam was about to cum. Pam slid a finger deep into Monica's asshole as Jamie slid her finger into Pam's saliva soaked bum hole. Pam's orgasm started and as the taste danced onto Monica's tongue Monica also reached her orgasm. The two girls bucked wildly still sucking each others love bushes. As the girls dressed they noticed that the door to the office was slightly opened. "I wonder who was watching," giggled Monica. "I'm sure it was quite a sight," answered Pam. "Thanks for the new toy, Girls," Jamie said, giving it a kiss before putting it into her new briefcase, "It works great!" Monica and Pam left to go back to work. Jamie began cleaning out her desk. She noticed that her nipples still stood up proudly. "I wonder who was watching", she thought. She decided to investigate. She asked Denise, the receptionist, if anyone had recently headed out to the restrooms. "Just Mr. Thompson," she answered. Jamie headed toward the restrooms. Mr. Paul Thompson had been her superior and teaching attorney since she had been there. "I may get to thank him," she thought. She stood outside the men's restroom for a moment and the decided to venture in. She bent down and looked under the stalls. "Only one occupant," she smiled. She walked across the floor, her heels tapping on the tile floor, and stopped infront of the stall that Paul occupied. "This is the men's room," Paul said nervously as he stared at the high-heeled shoes outside the stall. "Yes, I know," replied Jamie as she gently popped open the door. "I thought you might need some help." It had been Paul that had watched the girls in Jamie's office. He had come to the restroom to relieve his aching hard-on. He still stroking his cock and tring to hide it at the same time. "No, no, that's alright," Jamie said, "Keep stroking it." Paul did as she said. He had never had a woman watch him stroke his cock before and this was exciting him even more. "You must have gotten quite an eye-full peeking into my office. Did you like what you saw?" Paul muttered a deep yes. Jamie opened her blouse, exposing her breasts to his sight. She moved into the stall, closed the door and bent down to stroke his cock for him. "I would like to thank you for all you have done for me over the last few years," she said and she began sucking on his cock. Paul was close to coming already and the head of his cock was turning purple as it disappeared into her mouth. Jamie spread her legs and buried a finger into her pussy, getting it wet with her pussy goo that was again flowing at her excitement. Paul was now standing infront of her as she sucked down his thick shaft. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue. Knowing he was close she snaked her gooey finger into the tightness of his asshole. "Oh, yes", he breathed, "I'm gonna cum!" She slid her mouth up and down a few more times then buried him in her throat. His cum began shooting out of his cock, dancing down her insides. She continued to suck his penis until he was done shooting. As his orgasm ended she slipped his still hard shaft from her mouth and left him sitting there. She quickly redressed and headed back to her office. Last Day The wheels on the cart squeaked as Andrea approached the third-to-last room on the floor. Day nine of this part-time job and she was already sick of it. There was some consolation that she wouldn't be hanging around here any longer. Andrea shook the headband from her long hair. She wore the Hotel's uniform, boring slate-grey and far longer of a dress than she would ever choose. She'd always had a lean, toned body and had no qualms about showing it off. Friends at her college, quite used to Andrea's short-lived careers, joked she could always make it as a stripper. Actually, it was probably true. She knocked and then opened the door, her mind still considering this - a stripper's pole running through her head, her body exposed. It wasn't sounding so bad. Then she saw him. The man was tied, spread-eagle to the hotel's bed. He was butt-naked, mouth gagged, eyes pleading for her help. She froze, looked him over. Good-looking, lean and muscular. He might be a well-preserved forty or a decade younger. She tried not to look directly at his cock, arms reach away before wondering why her mind phrased it like that. Andrea snapped out of it, went to the man's gag and pulled it out, finding it was a woman's thong. "Oh, thank you, thank you" he coughed. There was a glass of water by the bed and she lifted it to the man's lips. (Nice lips she noticed) He drank, Andrea holding the glass, making no effort to cover a bit of his body. He finished, suddenly seeming more demanding than grateful. "Untie and - put the sheet over me!" Andrea didn't like his tone. The man repeated himself but she was in no mood for orders. He got louder, yelling "what are you waiting for?" But still she didn't budge. She was too busy looking at his business suit, spread out on the floor. "What happened? How'd you get tied up?" The man couldn't believe her. Muscles rippling as he yanked fruitlessly on his bonds, challenged "I wonder what the management would say about your actions right now." Andrea admired his naked form, the leather bondage restrains that bound him and simply held up the thong, smiled. The man got the hint, he was in no physical or moral position to chide her right now and his body seemed to surrender. "That's better" said Andrea. "But if you must know, I was laid off today. So I don't think there's much management can do to me." She got up and moved to the mini bar, removed a small bottle of scotch. "You mind?" The man could only stare. He muttered something about never thinking his day could've gotten any weirder. She agreed. He man spoke up, "I'll give you the six hundred dollars in my wallet if you free me right now." She grinned. "I can't help but feel you wouldn't really be getting your money's worth." "Then what do you want?" Andrea thought about it. Shook her head, answered "Just a friend for a few minutes. Then I'll untie you." The man relaxed just a little at this. Andrea saw this, pulled an edge of the sheet over his manhood, accidentally brushing it in the process. Both of them bristled, then pretended it never happened. Andrea repeated "So, what happened?" He sighed, began to tell his story: The man gave his name as Bill. For the past month he had been meeting a woman from a rival firm at this hotel a few times a week, Neither were married but there was some conflict of interest due to... (Andrea cut in at this point and said "get to the sex") Anyway, she had been asking Bill to "spice it up" lately. There had been mutual masturbation sessions, use of toys and role playing scenarios and even a threesome. All had been going well, he thought, even developing real feelings for her. Then, two hours ago, she had tied him to the bed but instead of the blow job she had promised she had absconded with his briefcase. Long gone by now, the woman would have enough to blow his firm's case out of the water. Almost unquestionably, Bill would now be fired. At this, he motioned to the mini bar and Andrea got him a drink. Held it for him. The gesture seemed to strike him as particularly sweet. "What about you?" He asked. Andrea grinned, "Oh, nothing like yours - I got caught skinny-dipping in the pool after hours." Then added "Alone, unfortunately." This made him smile. Andrea returned it. Bill added "I would've liked to see that." "The night is young" she quipped. They finished their drinks. "Time to let you go, I think." But as she readied to free him she noticed a bulge in the sheet. Andrea made no effort to hide her surprise. Bill had started to blush. She pulled off the sheet, slowly. As it rubbed against his erection he breathed, finally revealing his hardness to her. Bill stumbled for an apology but Andrea stopped him, smiled. Her heart was beating fast, she made up her mind... Andrea stood up, unhooked the back of her uniform. "What are you doing?" Exclaimed Bill. "I have to turn in my uniform in an hour and don't want to get anything on it." The uniform was stripped off and fell to the floor. Bill looked her over ("for a change" she joked) Black bra and matching thong set. Perky tits, a flat-as-a-board stomach, muscled but slender legs. Now she unhooked her bra, running her fingers over her hard nipples. Bill couldn't help but let loose an appreciative moan. Andrea focused on his throbbing cock. She dropped to her knees, cradling it in both hands. "Hand or mouth" she asked. To her surprise he answered "hand." She nodded "Good, I want to watch you cum." She stroked him, then actually did put him in her mouth, just to lube him up a little. Bill moaned as her head bobbed up and down, faster than seemed possible. Nest she took him from her mouth and gripped tight, then soft, then reversed her grip. Alternating back and forth. Andrea watched as Bill pulled on his restraints, his muscles stretching and flexing from the motion. She climbed up and sat on the bed with him, then on his calves, rubbing against him. She commented on how nice her view was as the thin material of the thong rubbed against her clit. She was so wet. Noticed he was too - his body glistening with sweat, outlining every bit of his physique. Finally, when they both could take no more she ordered him to cum. Bill tensed and just as he came so did she, pumping him, watching the fluid shoot out and onto his chest - a little even shooting onto her stomach. Then he fell back, breathing hard. She rubbed the cum onto his balls and lay back herself, next to him, their bare legs touching. "I'll untie you now." Bill looked at her, feeling the warmth of her beautiful body against his, answered: "No rush." Last Day "Monie, get up! This is our last day and we're not going to spend it sleeping in." "Go away. It's barely light outside, Cath. Let me sleep." "Come on. I want to get down to the beach early. The sun's coming up and it's going to be a hot day and we're going to enjoy it. On the beach. So move your fat arse." As is normally the case, excessive energy forced laziness up and out. Cathy was determined to spend the last day out in the sun, and Simone was just going to have to go along with it. So at an unreasonably early hour Simone found herself strolling along the beach with Cathy, the newly risen sun promising a hot day ahead, with a breeze off the water tempering the incipient heat a little. "Why are we here at the beach so early?" grumbled Simone. "There's hardly a soul in sight." "Because it's our last day. The last chance to meet some handsome hunk. The last chance for a holiday flirtation. Tomorrow we fly home, but today I want to flirt with some handsome men. Do you realise that we've been here two weeks and haven't been laid once?" "That's mainly because we've both got steady boyfriends at home, Cathy," pointed out Simone, "and the ones who have tried their luck weren't worth it." "True, but I wouldn't mind at least the chance of a one night stand, even if I don't take them up on it," laughed Cathy. "You're incorrigible and sex mad," grumbled Simone. "And you're not going to meet anyone here at this early hour." "Think again, honey," purred Cathy. "Wolves approaching at two o'clock." Simone glanced up to see a couple of men approaching. They were an odd couple to be seen together, one being in his early twenties and the other appeared to be in his forties. Both were what Cathy would describe as tall, dark and handsome, but Simone preferred blonds. Seeing the resemblance, Simone assumed that they were related, probably father and son. "Good morning, ladies," said the elder of the two. "You're out bright and early to enjoy the sunshine." "That we are," said Cathy. "This is our last day here so we're making the most of it." The two men fell into step beside the girls, ambling along next to them. "I'm Carl," said the spokesman. "This is my son, Andrew. We run a jet-ski business here. Have you been out on them yet this holiday?" "I'm Simone and this is Cathy," Simone politely replied. "No we haven't been out on the jet-skis yet. We may do that later this afternoon." "Come and see us if you want to go out. I'll give you a good price. Anyway, that is enough of the small talk. The reason we came over is Andrew says he likes the looks of your friend and would like to fuck her. Me, I think you are nicer, so I thought we might have a quick fuck as well while Andrew and your friend, Cathy, enjoy themselves. Yes?" Simone stopped dead and closed her eyes for a minute, shaking her head. He hadn't said that to her, had he? She heard a muffled giggle from Cathy, but ignored her. "Ah, Carl," she said, a trifle nervously, suddenly aware of how deserted the beach actually was. "It's nice of you to offer but we really aren't interested in having sex with a couple of casual strangers who just walk up to us and ask." "But why not?" asked Carl. "It is your last day here and what better way to celebrate your holiday than by being friendly with the residents. Not that we'd try to force you at all," he added hurriedly. "The decision is yours, of course." "Why not?" said Simone. "Because people just don't walk up to other people and say they want to have sex and then expect to get it. That's the silliest approach I've ever heard of. I mean, that sort of thing just doesn't happen." "I see," said Carl, and indicated behind her. Puzzled, Simone looked around. To her horror Cathy was kneeling on all fours, facing away from her but with her head turned to look behind her. Kneeling just behind her, Andrew was in the process of pulling down her bikini bottom. Even as she watched, Andrew lowered Cathy's bikini and reached out and started stroking her pussy. "Cathy," yelled Simone. "What do you think you're doing." "It's our last day, Monie," retorted Cathy. "I'm going to enjoy it and Andrew is so cute I couldn't say no. Now if you'll excuse me I think I'm going to be busy for a few minute." Andrew had dropped his own shorts down while Cathy was talking and was now approaching her, his erection ready for action. Even as Simone watched he parted Cathy's lips and neatly speared her, thrusting fully into her with a single lunge, bringing a squeal from Cathy. Simone hastily looked away as Carl quietly said, "It appears that sort of thing does happen. So may I now start taking off your bathers? I will give you great pleasure you know." "No, thank you," said Simone. "I'm going back to the hotel. Cathy can find me there later." Simone abruptly turned to head back to the hotel. She wasn't quite sure how she managed it, but her feet got tangled and with a squeal she fell forward, landing on hands and knees. She heard a laugh from Carl, and then a hand rested on her back. "It seems that fate insists that we do this," said Carl. "I am a firm believer in not trying to avoid what fate casts in front of us, so I am afraid that you will have no choice after all. Fate has spoken." "What do you mean, fate had spoken," snapped Simone trying to rise, but finding herself held by Carl's hand on her back. "Let me up," she added. "Fate has cast you in front of me in a position of submission," said Carl. "It would be wrong of me not to accept fate's gift. Now stop wriggling while I take these off." Before Simone could say another word she felt her bikini bottom being peeled off and pushed down to her knees. That cool breeze was now blowing onto her naked pussy, she realised with a shock. Carl was going to fuck her and do it right now on the beach where anyone could come past. She glanced across at Cathy, intending to appeal to her for help, but she just knew that that eager bobbing of Cathy's bottom meant that she was happily enjoying Andrew's attentions. Or happily enjoying having a cock inside her, she thought cattily. She looked behind her, intending to appeal to Carl, but her mouth dried up as she saw that Carl had now dropped his shorts. She'd noticed that Carl was older and larger than Andrew, but hadn't realised just what larger meant until now. While she'd been wasting her time looking at what Cathy was doing, Carl had seized the initiative and started rubbing her pussy. Now he was easing her lips apart and she heart turned over as she saw what he was intending to put in her. Simone frantically looked forward, away from that cock that was approaching, wanting to scream in fright, wanting to gloat over what was coming. She felt Carl pressing the head of his cock against her, and found herself pushing back lightly against it, desperately wanting her lips to spread wide enough to take this offering. If this was a gift from fate, then fate had been a bit too damned generous. Simone waited, feeling Carl moving slowly past her lips and settle into place at her vaginal opening. Now he was pushing forward, stretching her soft tissues, making her adapt to him. Taking his time, he was easing himself into her and Simone's attention was quickly shifting from the beach and whoever might be around to see and onto this gift of fate. Carl was now fully inside Simone, holding himself still while her body continued to adjust to him. Reaching forward, Carl unclipped Simone's top and let it fall. Reaching around, he took a dangling breast in each hand, squeezing them. Satisfied that he had proper control of Simone's body, Carl started moving. Simone trembled as Carl took hold of her breasts, knowing that the preliminaries were over and that he was now going to fuck her in earnest. She felt him surge a little harder into her and then relax. He slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock was still within her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. Then with a hard thrust he was coming back in, filling the empty places and sending shockwaves rippling through her. Simone found herself gasping, raising her bottom and pushing her pussy firmly against Carl's cock every time he thrust forward. The hard slap of flesh slamming against her pubic area also carried their vibrations deep into her while the squeezing and pumping of her breasts carried their own message of excitement. Simone was moaning now as the pounding increased, inflicting pleasure upon her. Fate had decreed and fate was certainly delivering. Simone would have been screaming her enjoyment but couldn't draw her breath deep enough, the deep plunges of Carl's cock driving the air out of her. Feeling Carl starting to plunge in even harder, Simone tensed, knowing that his climax was coming. Her body pushed up to meet it, desiring the hot splash of liquid life within it. When it finally came Simone screamed, the flood lifting her up and into her own climax, causing her body to convulse around and cling to the erection that filled her. Afterwards, putting their bikinis back on, Cathy spoke. "I didn't really think you'd go with Carl. I thought you'd leave me with Andrew and head back to the hotel." "So did I," retorted Simone. "That was my intention, but I tripped over. Carl said that it was a sign from fate, yanked of my bikini and started fucking me." "You mean that he raped you?" asked Cathy, appalled. "I'm not sure. I did say no initially, but once my pants went southwards and I saw his cock approaching I didn't make any protests. Just lifted my pussy so that he could come in," Simone said with a sigh. "Oh. Was it fun?" "Oh, wow. You gotta believe it. How was your episode with Andrew?" "It was OK. Had better. Had worse. You do realise if you'd gone back to the hotel, Carl probably would have called that fate and fucked me as well?" "He probably would have. His erection was definitely ready for action. As a matter of curiosity, how did you get the nerve to drop your panties and spread your legs for Andrew when we only just met and the way they suggested it was so crude?" "I was horny." Cathy giggled. "I had an itch and he had a very good scratcher. It seemed appropriate." "Well, you've finally got laid. What are we going to do for the rest of the day?" "I don't know about you, but I've got a sudden desire to try jet-skiing," said Cathy blandly. "Want to try?"