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Leap

By: Kev H



Author's note: Ah, we were such inquisitive, experimental youths in our college days. My group of friends talked about everything—with few limits—and one series of conversations centered on dreaming. We peered at every angle we could see, and when someone found research suggesting we could actually control whether or not we remembered our dreams, we all agreed to see if it worked and share what we remembered.

It was during this trial week back in 1989 that I had an eerie, erotic dream so powerful I awoke still feeling every detail, as if I'd been there and lived it right through to the end. I skipped classes in an effort to record it all. And now thanks to Lit's newest contest, I've been motivated to rewrite it into more than a feverishly written rough draft (the original pages I referenced were yellowed with age).

Looking back, I wonder if the experience was the first real visitation from my muse, who often shares story ideas while I'm dreaming. Neither my friends nor I could maintain the process of heightened dreaming, for even as young as we were, the strong dreams exhausted us. Fortunately, the process could be reversed, and we returned to normal sleep patterns. This dream had never been shared with anyone until now.

Thank you, Copycarver, for the quick edit, proving once again that even editors need editors.

***

Crickets and the river created a background symphony of sounds for the campfire. Collin placed another bundle of sticks on top, producing a chorus of cracking and popping, and he stepped back to view his handiwork. A light aroma of smoke tinted the fresh air. Above him stretched the wilderness's night, endless and beautiful, made more enchanting by each pinpoint of light.

"Yeah, not so bad after all," the young man mused to himself, and he glanced down to see Suzy grinning at him. She patted the camping chair beside her in invitation.

"We'll make a believer out of you yet," she promised.

He sat down and took the beer she offered before answering. "Wouldn't go that far, Suzy dearest, but there is something peaceful and exciting about this place. I won't deny that."

"The peace comes from Mother Nature, and the excitement comes from me in your sleeping bag." The heated stare she gave him prompted a laugh. True, there were definitely worse ways to spend a summer week, though it might make going back to school more painful. From across the campfire, his friend Brett seemed to read his thoughts.

"Nice break from the routine of crowded beaches and smoky bars," Brett admitted, taking a pull from his beer, "though this smoke makes my eyes sting like crazy. Still feel good."

"Might be nature, but my vote is it's Beth snuggled up under your arm." Collin motioned to them with his beer.

"I'll drink to that," Brett grinned back at Collin, squeezing his girlfriend closer to him and raising his bottle in a toast.

Later that night, Suzy lay in Collin's arms as they listened to Beth's faint giggling, which occasionally rose above the river's murmurs. Suzy traced her fingers along Collin's chest and stomach.

"Not so bad as you thought, huh?" Suzy loved pointed out his mistakes to him, but this time Collin didn't mind.

"Nope. This is a great final adventure before school. Exactly as promised." Suzy's fingers snaked beneath the blanket to caress his stirring cock.

"You just have to try new things more often." And with her point made, Suzy lowered her mouth to his erection for a moment before climbing onto his chest and settling around him with a soft sigh.

* * *

"Yeah!" Brett whooped as they crashed through another haystack and were showered with cool river water. The raft careened over water-worn rocks, through powerful chutes and walls of spray, over chaotic rapids, and past majestic canyon walls, which stood as testaments to nature's creativity. They agreed this section of the river felt more exhilarating than the one from the previous day—everyone except Beth, who now sported a worried look.

"You sure we can handle this?" she shouted above the sounds of the river. "It seems to be getting worse."

"Don't worry," Suzy yelled back. "Remember, the guidebook said nothing over class III, and we can handle that in our sleep." Beth didn't look comforted, as they were swept between giant boulders and down a tiny two-foot waterfall. It was clear she preferred the quiet, sensual evenings to this daytime ruckus.

The haystacks became muted by the strength of the flow, and the adventurers were rushed around a bend.

"Oh, shit," Brett murmured an irreverent prayer. Their joy forgotten as they met enormous foaming rapids and a distinctive roar of hostile water. Crosscurrents seemed to be fighting the normal river trajectory, creating mists from the pulverized water. They accelerated dramatically, being driven, and Collin glanced around for an eddy, a safe haven of water that would shelter them from the main current. Though the river's width couldn't have been more than twenty feet, nothing seemed to exist but foamy spray and boulder-lined banks.

Suzy stared at Collin with wide, frightened eyes, her look pleading with him to help. Another instant to gasp and they were hurled into the maelstrom, the raft flipping violently, dumping them and their gear into the water in a tangle of limbs.

Collin felt Suzy rip away from him, felt their paddles and cooler slam against him as the river claimed them all. Someone kicked off of him in desperation, thrusting him deeper, below the violent surface currents; slamming into the riverbed almost cost him the breath he'd snatched when they were dumped. Desperately clutching at a boulder, he realized the confused bottom current had nothing of the violence of the surface. So before his lifejacket could float him back into the madness, he clawed at its latches.

Survival instinct kept him scrambling for handholds as he shrugged out of the jacket, kicking against the buoyancy that would draw him to the top and into the unforgiving boulders. Blindly groping for a path toward the closest bank, his mind wailed: How could this be possible? What was he going to do when he ran out of breath? Had his friends found a way to safety?

Questions for another lifetime.

He groped for a rock, pressure building in his lungs beyond what he could stand; he needed a sweet gulp of oxygen, and he needed it now. Even the watery vision hazed over as Collin's struggles weakened. Knowing he was so close, and knowing he just wasn't close enough. He growled with the last of his energy in a bid to keep the water from his lungs, and clutched at another rock. Liquid force crushed him against the bottom of the river now, and he feebly hoped his friends had fared better.

It was then he felt a hand grab his wrist. Gripping it as a man seeking salvation in that final instant of life, Collin went limp while he was tugged through a wall of suffocating water.

Quiet...it's so quiet.

That first thought, his initial grasp of reality, resounded in his head as he gulped blessed air. He heard the echo of his ragged breathing, and watched droplets fall from his nose into a thin layer of mist that coated the floor. Muscles throbbed and blood beat against his veins, yet his mind cleared enough to realize he still clasped the hand of his savior. Trembling, he tried to raise his head, but was drawn into a lap, held against silky material and warmth.

"Shh," coaxed a soft voice, "you are safe now." Soothingly feminine and equally as mystifying with a subtle accent, the tone urged him to rest, to release the trauma of the past minute. Collin let himself be cradled in her lap, shivering and trying to calm his sobs.

"What the hell happened?"

"Shh." A gentle hand caressed his face as if the touch could still his racing thoughts.

"Are my friends okay?"

"Shh." Her serenity draped over him like a shroud. Collin's breathing slowed, his muscles began to relax, and he closed his eyes with a sigh. He cherished the silence, the warmth and satin against his cheek, the aura of relaxation. If he didn't feel so abused and conflicted, he'd have been quite sure he died. Even with his worries still out in the river, he couldn't summon the energy to press for answers.

When he felt able to stand, Collin pushed himself to his knees and faced his rescuer for the first time. As he suspected, her breathtaking beauty only accentuated her compassionate gaze. Her cascade of golden-blond hair framed clear blue eyes and creamy skin; the light gown did little to hide the perfect curves beneath it.

"You will have your answers soon," she promised in that same low, comforting voice as she rose and offered a delicate hand to help him stand. His muscles quivered yet held his weight. "My name is Asrelle, and you are welcomed into my world."

A glance around showed what looked like a small cave of fog-softened gray walls. Its ambient light seemed to come from the vapors, which added to the surreal quality of his experience. There was no hole where he had come from, no roar of the river. "What is this place, and—" In contrast, Collin's voice was harsh in the surrounding calm, and she raised a slender finger to his lips to hush him.

"I will show my world and will explain. Later. For this moment, please trust me."

Too bewildered to speak, Collin allowed her to lead him through a stone archway. The next room was similar to the first, bare and empty except for the soft vapor that turned each rock surface hazy. Each opposing wall had an archway in it.

He paused, too tired and too overwhelmed, but Asrelle stroked his arm with a comforting palm and urged him on. She drew him toward the left corridor, which opened into a cavern of stark beauty. Swirls of fog were thicker, stretching away into the distance. The view was dominated by enormous stalactites hanging from the high ceiling, where the mist took on a shimmering quality that echoed the colors of the rainbow. A faint breeze stirred the thick vapors, and movement made the colors shimmer as far as he could see.

Collin heard distant trickling of a small stream and realized it was the first ambient sound he'd noticed since being pulled from the river. She led him to a small pool of milky water just inside the cavern entrance. While she unbuttoned his shirt, he tried to divine her intent, and again he asked about his friends.

She sighed and the pitying look held his answer. "If you would wait, the news would be easier to take, but I see you will not. You are the only survivor."

Knowing what the response would be seemed to replace any sting with mourning, and he hung his head after a brief nod. She slid the shirt off his shoulders, hugged him and stroked his back. After a long minute, Collin took a deep, shaky breath. "I should've died with them, but you saved me somehow. Why?"

"You have been injured." She softly touched a few scrapes and bruises as if to emphasize her point. "Both inside and out. Before I tell you more, you must begin to heal."

"Suzy and I had just met this past semester—at the end." His voice shook as he watched her steady, concerned gaze. Need drove his recounting, though he'd not be surprised if she somehow knew. "We were... Brett has been a good friend since rush, almost two years ago, and..." He watched her eyes water, and he was again crying, hunched over and pressed against her soothing warmth. "Will miss them. So much."

While caressing his still-wet hair and shaking back, she murmured, "I wish I could have saved them. Cherish the time you spent with them. Let your pain go. It cannot bring them back and it will only cheapen their memory." When his weeping subsided, Collin hung limply, unresisting, as she pulled off his swim trunks in a slow, non-threatening manner. "Come," she urged once he had numbly cooperated and stood naked.

The water swirled around them as they entered and exhaustion washed over him as the soothing liquid now gathered around his waist. Asrelle guided him to sit and then lie back on a soft rock ledge just under the water. How could stone feel this soft? The water lapped gently at him and seemed to lull him, even as Asrelle lay beside him and wrap her wet skin and silk around him. He barely felt her hands on each side of his head, caressing his face. He stared at her with unfocused eyes, into her calm beauty.

"Sleep," she cooed at him, tracing his forehead and shutting his eyelids. "Let go of your pain." He felt a fingertip draw down his nose and brush his lips. "Sleep." The hand caressed his chin and slid down his neck. "Sleep."

And he slept.

* * *

Collin awoke in the pool, alone except for the company of the lapping water and a pulsing erection. He was relieved that Asrelle wasn't around; were matters different, her presence would be sure to make him throb, but now it was only the energy surging through him and the mighty need to pee. Life hummed with meaning and zest after such a deep sleep, and he nearly jumped from the pond, ready to explore this strange reality.

Noticing a thick robe that seemed to have replaced his clothes, Collin shrugged and drew the soft garment around him before looking for his hostess. He didn't figure he'd find any toilets, and wondered what she used. Not wanting to get lost, he headed through the archway he knew and met her coming from the opposite direction. When she saw him, a genuine smile brightened her face.

"It warms me to see you feeling so much better."

Her smile was contagious. "Thanks. How long was I out?"

She shrugged. "As long as you needed to be, it seems. You look so much better."

"I feel better, except...ah, where do you go to the bathroom?"

Her smile turned into a light laugh, and she answered, "That is one of the easiest questions you will have, but for now, you can use the stream."

"Okay, I'll just follow the sound," Collin said, not wanting her to watch him.

"I bet you are hungry. Hurry back, and I will show you our lounge," she called as he turned to find the stream. "You can explore later."

It did take several minutes of exploring, since the trickling did not have a distinct direction until he got closer. The stream couldn't have been more than two feet across, and the clear water slid leisurely over a shallow bed of rounded pebbles. With a twinge of guilt, he watched the stream carried his sacrilege under the rocks by a wall.

When he found his way back through the boulder garden, Asrelle was waiting for him. She reached for his hand and led him through the opposite archway and into another cave that was smaller; the mist covering on the rocks was less noticeable, and a large silver bowl containing a variety of fruit adorned the center of the room. Three mats surrounded it.

Asrelle picked a mat, and settled her thin gown around her ankles as she sat, motioning for him to join her. When he raised an eyebrow at the third mat, she replied, "That spot is for my sister if she feels like joining us. Though, I think she is nervous about meeting you."

"Oh?" Collin knew so little about his situation, and he felt a return of anxiety.

"Eat, and I promise to explain." She exuded calm, watching him closely for his reactions. "The simplest answer is that this is paradise for us—my sister and me, and you, if you will join us."

"So, you're saying I really died back in the river? That this is some kind of heaven?"

Asrelle shook her head with a grin. "No, Collin. Though I am as close to an angel as you will find in the spirit world. Long ago, my sister and I passed into this realm, and quite simply, I chose you."

While Collin didn't doubt she was angelic, he had trouble breathing normally, and his hunger was forgotten. "It's...a lot to grasp. You didn't feel like—I mean..."

She shared his blush and lowered her eyes before continuing in a small voice, "We can be together—I can be yours—if you stay with me."

The odd undertone pressed him to ask, "But we don't really know each other, and..." He shrugged, at a total loss to put his swirl of emotions into words.

"I was drawn to you, pulled by who you are," she answered, raising her head to give him a loaded stare, full of hope and confidence and perhaps a million other things. "So, I know you better than you can imagine—that is, until you get to know me. Let me tell you the basics: I feel no passage of time, in terms you think of it. I..." Spots of color appeared again on her cheeks. "...feel just like normal."

"Or like heaven?" Collin found her blush adorable. But his anxiety returned with thoughts of the river, and he sighed. "I have so many questions, I don't even know where to start. Can I see my friends? Are they here?"

Asrelle shook her head and reached across to hold his hand. "This place, this system... I created it, with my sister." Before he could ask one of the hundreds of new questions that arose, she plunged on. "Death is a subject so few grasp, but even then, most are correct in their assumptions. Because our minds can make what we believe, and I think only spirits who believe in similar realms can interact with each other."

"And those who don't believe in anything?"

"They are the most flexible of all," she answered with a pointed stare. "Like you."

"And Suzy?"

A cloud seemed to pass across Asrelle's face, and she straightened. "Honestly, I do not know. If she can find us, or if you want to find her, then you can try."

Collin's stomach felt upset. "This is hard to accept, that I might never see my friends again. That they are dead and I'm here." Collin used the sweep of his hand to include the surroundings. "That you somehow drew me here and yet you say I'm still alive. You said I have a choice?"

"Of course," said Asrelle with a returning smile. "You can stay with me or return to your time, but know that I cannot keep you here—cannot save you—for long. You must choose soon." As if she read his mind, she stood and pulled him up with her. "Take a walk while you think about it. Explore my home and return when you have more questions."

He managed a stunned nod and left the room, wishing he had pockets to bury his hands in. Walks had always helped clear his mind and work out his problems, but he had to admit this was the mother of all problems. He saw no reason to doubt Asrelle's statements, and he was definitely interested in knowing her, but the unknowns were oppressive. Though, he had to admit the only difference was the magnitude of the choice, since unknowns always plagued him.

At the junction, he tried the one archway he'd not been through, and after winding down a tunnel of stone and light mist, he walked into another small room with more doorways. Faint music, the sounds of soothing voices falling through harmonies, seemed to emanate from his right, so he tried that way first, now fully distracted by his curiosity.

Collin stopped to stare; the passage opened into an enormous cavern that sported rock structures of a fascinating variety. The music seemed to ghost through the vast area, and he could not even see the back of the cavern, since the mist just swallowed the distant walls. The swirling, colorful fog and the promise of more novelties drew his attention, and he made a point to explore it after he checked the other paths.

The nervous giggle was so soft Collin almost mistook it for part of the background, but then a small voice said, "You feel so strong and warm." Movement caught his eye, and he watched a girl almost his age walk from behind one of the boulders. Her hair was red and freckles dotted her cheeks, but otherwise, she could have been a slighter, younger version of Asrelle.

"You must be Asrelle's sister." Her timid approach caused him to smile. "I'm Collin."

She nodded, toying with a strand of hair. Stopping just short of him to give him an open, appraising look. He caught the distinct smell of peppermint as she spoke. "I'm Liana. Come and see my favorite spot here. Are you going to stay with us?"


Leap Day



A little over four years ago my wife, Lisa, was the object of attention of a client at work who seemed infatuated with her. He had flirted with her a few times and, in no uncertain terms, let her know he would be interested in seeing her if she was interested. He was a gentleman and not obnoxious or threatening but certainly not timid. Lisa and I had talked about it and explored how best to handle it. While any woman enjoys feeling admired and being the object of attention, she had no interest in jeopardizing our relationship and, while handsome and charming, wouldn't have been interested in a man his age even if she was single. 

Lisa was 27at the time. She is a long haired brunet with a 36B-26-27 measurements, beautiful skin and a warm girl-next-door look. She was a rising professional in account management with a reputation for being very professional but also friendly. 

Needless to say, I could understand how someone could find her very attractive. She had always had plenty of suitors in high school and college and had a fair amount of experience handling relationships. But Randy's charm had got to her a little. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. She did find him attractive and pleasant but wasn't interested in a romantic or sexual relationship. 

I quizzed her on how he made her feel and teased her on how she was certainly the object of his fantasies and since he didn't know her very well; his interest was obviously physical and not emotional. While Lisa loves sex, she has always thought of sex in terms of complementing an emotional relationship. She had never been one to think of sex as just recreational, independent of a meaningful relationship. 

I teased her a little about fulfilling this guy's fantasies by having a one night fling and she just grinned and responded with her "Don't be silly" response. 

I encourage her to talk to him and just be honest with him and let him know that she was flattered but not available. I flippantly said, "Tell him February 29 just past and that leap day, since it is an extra day and doesn't count, is the only day you have anything-goes wild sex outside of marriage." 

Lisa finally had coffee with him one day and politely asked him why a handsome, successful and attractive man was wasting his time flirting with a married woman years younger than him. It turned out that Randy was very apologetic, sorry he had made her uncomfortable by his interest. He revealed that the strong attraction was because she looked very much like his ex wife who he divorced 2 years earlier. He was a very horny 41 year old who, while had no regrets about the divorce and was dating some, still lusted after "that look". 

Lisa felt somewhat sympathetic and assured him he was very attractive and would find someone to be totally dedicated to him. As they left the coffee shop Lisa repeated my flippant comments about it being too bad that leap day, February 29 had passed as that was the day her husband let her have wild sex since it was an extra day and didn't count. They laughed and parted. 

Lisa ran into Randy every few months and he was the consummate gentleman, polite and friendly but no unwarranted attention or advances. 

Our life continued on a very positive path with success at work and plenty of fun in the sack. That resulted in the birth of our beautiful daughter in spring 2006. 

By 2007 Lisa was back in shape and looked fantastic with an ever pleasant glow of a happy wife and mother. During the pregnancy she had perfected her blow jobs skills and, while sex was less frequent because of the baby, our sex was better than ever. As the years had passed our sixth anniversary was behind us, there was more interest on both our parts in perfecting the physical sensations to complement our strong emotional love. 

Gradually some very sexy lingerie and outfits, some sex toys, and select porn were added as love life enhancements. 

In the summer of 2007 the anal sex barrier came crashing down one weekend and every since Lisa looked forward every month or so to a hard ass reaming while a vibrator stimulated her clit and pussy until she exploded in orgasm. Even when Lisa quit nursing, the pregnancy seemed to leave her boobs a half cup bigger and more sensitive. They overflowed her bra cups in a delicious manner and she enjoyed having them tended to. And life was good.

At the Company xmas party in 2007 I ran into Randy while waiting in line for deserts. After he saw my name tag he introduced himself. 

"I'm Randy, the guy who was smitten by your lovely wife." 

We visited comfortably and he updated me on his life and business, giving me a business card. As he took two desert plates he noted he had a date waiting but asked me to say hi to Lisa for him. 

Then as he walked away he stopped and returned leaning close he said, "Next year is leap year and if your wife was serious about leap day being available for wild anything-goes sex just let me know." 

I was puzzled for a few moments then remembered my comments to Lisa about leap day being a free day for sexual transgressions. I responded, "So she passed on that story?" 

Randy smiled and said, "She sure did and I didn't forget." "No strings and you are welcome to be part of it if you would like."

And with that Randy headed to his table taking his place next to a very attractive blond woman. 

When I returned to our Table Lisa asked what took so long to get two pieces of Cake. I told her I ran into Randy and we visited. She turned and saw him sitting across the room with his date and waved. She said she still sees him every few months and he is always pleasant. She said it was good to see he has a date. 

That evening when we got home and I had paid the babysitter I retired to the master suite. Lisa had removed her dress and was standing in her red lace bra and panty set with black thigh high stockings. She was luscious looking with her cleavage bulging from her demi bra and her long soft hair framing her smiling face. As she stood there I mentioned that Randy mentioned 2008 was a leap year with February 29th just a few months away. 

She looked at me with a puzzled look then her face turned red almost matching the color of her lingerie. 

"He remembered my comments?" she said.

"Certainly did, and mentioned that if we still celebrated anything-goes leap day he would be very eager to get together. " I said. 

I had slipped off my shirt and pants by this time and embraced Lisa in a hug and kiss. She was trembling and her flesh was warm. We kissed deeply and headed to bed. I was rock hard from seeing Lisa in her lingerie and thinking about what Randy had said. Lisa seemed affected as well as she was soaking wet and hot. 

In moments I was between her stocking covered legs pounding 6 inches of very hard cock into her hot pussy while fondling her beautiful tits. After several strokes I worked two fingers between Lisa's ass cheeks and penetrated her ass as I thrust deeper. We both exploded and collapsed. 

Saturday morning I fucked Lisa in the shower and told her she should forget wearing underwear today as I had designs on sucking her pussy and tits more latter in the day. In a rare act of submission she said, "Fine, then you pick out my outfit." 

The sexual high continued that morning as I hiked up her skirt and sucked her pussy while she was on the phone with our neighbor. While running errands in the afternoon I fondled her boobs while driving, mentioning that I bet Randy would love to get his hands on those beauties. At home I did her doggy style over the back of the couch while our daughter took her nap. As I slipped in I quizzed her about whether she thought Randy was well hung. 

That evening I brought Lisa off with oral sex before unloading deep in her throat in what might best be described as a face fuck rather than a blow job. 

So ended one of the most sexually active days in our life. 

Nothing was said about Randy, leap day or our sexual appetites for the next month as we got through a busy holiday season. One evening late in January while lying in bed after a good romp, I asked Lisa if we should think about getting together with Randy for some fun on leap day. 

She giggled and said, "Well just the thought of me being with Randy seems to have put our sex life in high gear since the Christmas party. What would be the reason to do more?" 

"Just think of him as a dildo with a warm body attached. Think of all the fun we could have with a new sex toy." I commented.

As I spoke Lisa reached over and grabbed my rock hard cock. "Seems that the idea of me getting laid by Randy is exciting for you." Lisa giggled as she climbed on and rode my cock to a second orgasm. As she slammed down on me driving me in to full depth she said, "Would Randy be my sex toy or would I be his sex toy? 

"A little of both." I responded. 

"You would set the ground rules then relinquish yourself to him for the day with me there to veto anything unsafe - and enjoy the show."

We had been talking about Lisa going off the pill to get pregnant with a second child and I mentioned that this might be something of a final fling before monogamy, pregnancy, nursing, etc., would preclude any such behaviors. 

It was at that point that Lisa realized I was taking the possibility seriously. Lisa obviously found the prospect exciting and found Randy physically appealing as a very fit and dashing older gentleman. She thought he would be much safer than anonymous sex and there was virtually no chance of an emotional attachment as their personalities didn't sync. But she was still apprehensive. 

A few nights later Lisa asked if I really believed that Randy was taken with her because she looked like his ex wife. That issue seemed to engender sympathy from Lisa and if true, would confirm he wasn't just a jerk who came on to lots of married women. I decided to send Randy an email inquiry but without telling Lisa. 

Randy was quick to respond to my email and indicated he was excited that we were considering his proposal. He attached three photos. One was a head shot of his ex and it revealed a strong resemblance to Lisa. Same nose and cheek bones, similar eyes and similar hair styles though Lisa's hair was lighter in color. The second photo was a full body shot in shorts and a blouse. The similarities continued as both woman seemed the same height and had what looked like very similar figures. The third shot was a picture of the woman, Cindy, standing on a balcony in a bra and panty set with matching garter belt and stockings. 

Randy said he had never shared the photo with anyone and hadn't looked at it in years. The women's figures were very similar – and very attractive. The skin color looked identical, Cindy looked a few pounds lighter but Lisa's extra pounds were nicely placed on her bust and butt. And in the photo Cindy was wearing a shelf bra with much of her breasts and her full nipples exposed. Even the nipples and areoles looked similar. 

And Cindy was wearing a collar.

I shared with Lisa that Randy did in fact have an ex that looked very similar to her but I hesitated in sharing the photos. That shelf bra and collar might scare her off – or it might excite her. After procrastinating a few days I forwarded the email with the digital photos to Lisa. I watched Lisa open the email. She was impressed that Randy offered to host us in suites in a nice hotel on the San Antonio river walk – a luxurious setting discretely removed from our hometown of Austin. 

She opened the first two photos and agreed they did look alike. Then the third photo and Lisa blushed and didn't say anything.

A few weeks past and Leap day was only ten days away. Randy had politely repeated his invitation and I casually forwarded the inquire to Lisa. Lisa texted me with a short note, "You sure you could deal with me being with Randy?" 

I responded, "Absolutely, would love to see you serve and be serviced by the two of us."

I didn't get any response from Lisa and time was running short. I told Randy to go ahead with the room arrangements and schedule Friday, leap day, off just in case Lisa agreed. 

Sunday afternoon I got an email from Lisa also copied to Randy. The subject line said, "Gentlemen, start your engines!" 

The body of the email was a photo of Lisa in a bra and panty set with matching garter belt and stockings virtually identical to the one in the photo that Randy had sent. The only difference was that Lisa had her hands over her breasts. She had a collar on and the caption said, "Looking forward to leap day – then you can see and have the rest."

My heart was beating a hundred times a minute as the anticipation and excitement set in. The fact that Lisa had gone out and found matching lingerie and sent a picture indicated she was committed. 

That evening at diner Lisa asked if I got her email. "I certainly did." I responded. "I've never seen you in such a hot picture." 

She reached over and rubbed my crotch with an instant response. "You do seem excited." She reported with an ear to ear grin. She sashayed off noting as she walked away, "I arranged babysitting and took Friday off. We will leave Thursday after work."  

That night in bed was the closest to premature ejaculation I have ever come as I unloaded a huge load of cum in Lisa's very wet warm pussy after two quick strokes. Lisa giggled about how excited I was and teased that it was a good thing she had reinforcements planned for Friday. 

The week seemed like it was a month long as I anxiously awaited Friday. We headed out Thursday after work. Lisa refused to show me what she packed but told me we had tickets to a play at 8:30 and dinner reservations with Randy at 11:00pm. I casually said that Friday was leap day and Lisa informed me, "Leap day starts at midnight." 

We checked in and dressed for the play and dinner. Lisa looked beautiful. She had on a new olive green dress that was tight and short with lots of cleavage and a slit that showed off the tops of her stockings. 

The show was a comedy which helped as I struggled to concentrate. We headed to a restaurant that Randy had reservations at. When we arrived he was already seated with appetizers to share. He rose to greet us lavishing complement on Lisa. Dinner was pleasant as we comfortably chatted and relaxed with a few drinks. Diner was delicious and we were famished as we usually ate dinner by 7pm. 

We ordered the house special chocolate mousse desert after the seafood entrees. As we waited for desert Randy leaned to Lisa and whispered in her ear. She giggled then excused herself to go to the ladies room. With Lisa gone, Randy thanked me for being willing to share Lisa and assured me he was only interested in a fun day and would have no further designs on Lisa. 

When Lisa returned she took her seat then reached in her purse and discretely handed me her panties and bra as she giggled, "Its past midnight and leap day now." Randy was laughing as well as we both eyed her more closely zooming in on the hardened nipples clearly visible through the thin dress fabric. Randy was delighted that Lisa was willingly following his directions. He complemented her on how nicely her breasts were shaped even without a bra and noted how much he was looking forward to enjoying them. As he talked Lisa blushed even more but her nipples seemed to get even harder. 

Desert was delicious and as we asked for the check, Randy asked for a quart of chocolate mousse to go, noting that he loved chocolate covered tits in a voice loud enough for the waiter to hear. Lisa's eyes rolled back in her head as she blushed. I reached over to pat her thigh only to find Randy's hand also in Lisa's lap. 

We walked a couple hundred yards toward our rooms on the River Walk. Lisa looked hot. No panty lines and clingy fabric molded to her braless boobs. Randy had his arm around her waist with his hand occasionally fondling Lisa's ass as they walked a few steps ahead of me towards our room. 

My cock started to throb as I watched him enjoying Lisa's charms. As soon as the door to our room was closed Randy embraced Lisa and kissed her passionately as his hands roamed over the sleek material of the stretch satin dress. He rolled the dress from her body and whistled his appreciation as she kicked it over to me. She was naked except for thigh high stockings and sandals. 

Randy told Lisa to lie face down on the bed so she could watch me.

She gathered a pillow and lay down; all the time her blue eyes watched my reaction as Randy removed her sandals and rolled down her stocking. 

He then stood up and smiled at me as he removed his shirt and trousers. This was something that I had wanted to happen as the pulsing from my now solid cock confirmed.

Randy took the chocolate mousse and opened the container and approached my wife on the bed. 

She let out a small moan as he placed a generous amount of mousse on her left breast. 

Lisa looked stunning as she lay there, only a chocolate covered tit and her small pubic landing strip contrasting with her nude body. Lisa was completely compliant as Randy went to work. 

Randy slowly rubbed the chocolate on her tits with both hands all the time telling her how good she looked. Lisa whimpered and he teased her nipples and fondled the firm flesh of her shapely boobs.

I was now so turned on I just stood and stripped off, my cock was solid now and both Lisa and Randy said nothing as I sat back down and started to stroke my manhood.

Randy was now getting more excited as he began kissing the chocolate covered tits. First softly and teasingly but soon he had his head smothered in the valley between her tits licking chocolate like a chocoholic. For a good fifteen minutes he feasted. Lisa was squirming as his ministrations had her increasing aroused. 

Knowing there was not resistance; Randy took a second large scoop of mousse and placed it on Lisa's pubic mound. In seconds he was massaging the chocolate into her valley. He told her to turn over and emptied the remaining mousse from the container on her ass. He continued massaging then began licking and sucking the chocolate from Lisa's body. 

I watched now transfixed as Randy turned her back over and moved his hands around her stomach and then slowly up to her tits. For a second he stopped to take in the stunning view before him, she lay there in total submission, just waiting on his next move. He slowly moved down and rested his head between her legs; just before he started to work on her with his mouth he looked at me and said, "Enjoy".

Lisa's body writhed as he started to tongue fuck her, his fingers reaching up and pulling on her erect nipples at the same time.

As I watched her gasp at his touch, I slowly moved closer and whispered to her " if he makes you cum then the two of us will fuck you all night", she started to moan louder "oh fuck' oh fuck", there was no holding her back now, she came hard her body writhing uncontrollably, anyone passing by the corridor or in the next room would have heard everything. She was begging for Randy to fuck her at this point.

Just as she was calming down and stopped bucking he moved her on to her hands and knees.

I watched her face, as he removed his shorts and moved behind her.

I watched her eyes widen as he grabbed her hips and his hard cock slipped into her effortlessly. I watched her face as she grimaced from the pounding he was giving her. I stood, steel hard cock in hand and asked Randy if he would mind some help. He nodded approval and I quickly moved my cock to Lisa's open mouth. I felt myself getting even harder as I pushed my cock over her lips. She eagerly accepted and was now filled at both ends for the first time in her life. I began to cum. Lisa kept me in her mouth swallowing everything that I had to give her.

My legs buckled with the exquisite pleasure and I sat back and watched her being fucked like a slut in heat. After a few minutes of incessant fucking Randy quickened his pace and filled my wife's pussy with his seed.




Leap Day Spanking



Heather didn't mean to be naughty, but being spawned under the full moon on a leap year had caused her to grow slower than the other fairies. Here it was, her fifth birthday and still everyone treated her like a mugwump. Not fair! All the other girls were finding mates, lots of mates and Heather had nobody even though she was really twenty. Fine, she'd show them all. Two weeks before the leap day, when all the other fairies were sleeping off the affects of the latest orgy, Heather flew slowly and carefully away from the enchanted meadow and into the Screaming Swamp. She'd been warned that the swamp was dangerous and that naughty fairies went in... but they never came out.

Heather was delighted by all the pretty flowers in the swamp. Despite the large spooky trees and the many clinging vines, she felt quite safe flitting from flower to bush. In fact, some of the large stamens were very, very nice to rub against. So much so, that her resentment at not having multiple mates of her own, was slightly tempered. She probed deeper and deeper into the gloomy swamp until at last, she decided that it was time to rest. Finding an outcrop of rock, she alighted and walked over to the edge. Bending over to spy out the locale, Heather was shocked when she felt something seize her around the waist. She was even more shocked, when her fairy skirt was flicked up and a large hand commenced to spank her bottom quite hard. Oh no! was Heather's first and second thoughts as her now bare bottom was exposed to the elements... and the harsh hand throughly warming her naughty backside. She struggled, not very convincingly, but the spanking continued forever. Well, not forever, but Heather was determined not to scream. Now she knew why it was called the Screaming Swamp, but was it too late for her?

A deep voice rumbled through Heather's body. It did delicious things to her insides, made them all melty and slick. "Why have you entered my domain?" The commanding voice was punctuated by another hard swat to Heather's red bottom.

"Sorry!" she squealed, "I was just passing through."

"Liar!" roared the angry sounding voice and although Heather was still firmly bent over and exposed, there was not the anticipated swat. Instead, what felt like feathers were slowly moved up and down her quivering calves.

"No..." naughty Heather moaned, "no, please don't do that! Spank me more, harder and harder until I'm screaming! Please, I'll scream for you."

A low growling chuckle shook the swamp caused ripples in the scummy water and felled snakes from the trees. "Oh, oh, oh. Yes little fairy, you will scream for me. I know what naughty girls like you need. Not spanking, no, not that. Naughty fairies get tickled!"

The canopy overhead swayed as Heather's shrieks and pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. The mysterious creature effortless picked her up and after sitting down on a nearby stump, threw her over his lap. From her face-down position Heather finally determined that her chastiser was a 'he', the large - make that - very large, lump under her tummy was proof of his gender. She grabbed his hairy leg and tugged and beat on him with her fists in frustration. "Let me go!"

His response was to firmly pin her torso to his thick, meaty thighs and then to slowly commence the tickle torture.

The swamp troll, for that's what Heather finally realized he was, ran his large and calloused hands all over her body. He pinched and poked and prodded and tickled her soft and succulent flesh. She pleaded for her release, but he left no part of her body unexplored. Heather wriggled frantically when she felt her sore bottom cheeks be pulled apart and the warm breath of the troll was followed by a wet finger probing her rear opening.

"No!" she shouted, "Enough of this, I demand you let me go!"

There was a no response, just a gentle in and out movement of first one finger and then two. Heather swiveled her hips as best she could but he clamped her tighter to his lap and with his free hand, gripped the back of her neck tightly. Helpless, she could only squeal in outrage as very unfairylike oaths spewed from her dainty lips.

After one last stretching, he withdrew his thick and stubby fingers from her bottom and then with quick and decisive blows, resumed spanking her tender cheeks.

"I am not a beast."

"Yes you are! You are a large, hairy, smelly beast and I hate you!"

Heather writhed over his lap, her lower half bouncing under her chastisers hand, her head firmly grasped in the other. Despite the rough handling, what she really scared her was the feelings stirring in her blood. Fairies had a secret that they revealed to no one and if the troll continued much longer with his treatment of her, Heather feared the worst.

"Do you know what day this is?" he grumbled.

"No I don't sir." Heather was relieved that he'd stopped spanking her again, although his hand was now caressing her very red and very tender bottom.

"It's Saint Valentines Day."

"I thought that was only for cupids?" Heather was very surprised that a swamp troll would have any concept of love.

"I don't have a valentine of my own."

Heather was rapidly reassessing her predicament. Maybe there was a way out of her torment after all. "Sir? If you let me go, I'll help you."

"Naughty fairy, if I let you go, you'll fly away."

"No Mr.Troll, I promise I won't try to escape. On my word as Heather Passiontail, I will be your valentine."

There was utter silence and she could feel the tension in his body and the trembling in his hands. He grasped her waist and lifted her up and off his lap. Setting her down, he then gently spun her around to face him. "You'll be my Valentine?"

Heather could only nod as she saw the troll for the first time.

"You'll do anything I say?"

Her response was a shy smile and she reached out to touch his leg.

"My name is Bark Gnawer."

"That's an interesting name sir, how did you earn such strong moniker?"

"What's a moniker? Are you saying I have something on my face?"

"No sir! A moniker is a name, and your name Mr. Bark Gnawer, is a very handsome name."

"I like your name too Heather Passiontail. Your tail is very red, I like that."

Heather reached around and rubbed that red bottom. The initial sting had started to fade, but oh was she sore. She would do anything, anything at all to avoid another spanking. Deciding to take the initiative, Heather gently eased Bark onto the stump and sat her aching cheeks on his lap. She took his face in her hands and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

"So what do you want your valentine to do first?"

"This is nice Heather, but I want you to suck my cock. I've never had that done to me before."

"Never?"

"Do I look like the kinda guy that the ladies would flock to? Does this look like a hangout for luscious females? I live in a fucking swamp Heather! What do you think?"

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry. Please don't beat me again, I'll give you the best blowjob I can."

"You better, or else that spanking you got will seem like patty cakes."

Heather squeaked with distress and quickly jumped off his lap and fell to her knees. She was surprised when she realized that Bark wasn't naked, but had on a tunic and a loincloth. It blended in with his wrinkled skin, but she had no problem sliding her slender fingers under the waistband and drawing the loincloth down and off his legs. Her knees were uncomfortable so she wadded up the cloth and then knelt once more. When she looked back up, she let a loud gasp.

"You're huge! How am I supposed to suck that?"

Bark the swamp troll leaned forward and grabbed her long hair pulling her face to face with the rapidly expanding erection. He was actually over 12, not that he'd actually measured, and the knob was the size of a large plum. He was so keyed up from trollhandling the naughty fairy, that he feared he would spurt at any moment. No time for subtleties, he poked clumsily at her mouth until his cock slid between her lips.

"Rumph, guggle, slobber, choke."

Heather flailed her arms and tried to slow him down, but Bark sawed his throbbing slab in and out, going further and deeper at every desperate thrust. His hand twisted her hair and forced her head back creating a better angle to thrust even deeper. In response to the pain, Heather was shocked to feel her pussy fairly gush fluid and when he pulled back out, she was able to take a deep breath.

"Wait please!"

"Why?"

"Stand up sir, let me lay down on the stump."

Heather arranged her body so that her head fell backwards off the edge. Upside down, she could see that the large club jutting out from his torso was now lined up perfectly with her mouth. She stretched out her arms and grabbing both of his thighs, she drew him closer. Taking several lung filling breaths, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and with one steady push, let Bark shove his entire 12″meat straight down her squeezing throat. It was too much for him and with a roar that echoed through the swamp, Heather felt scalding fluid gush into her throat and down into her eager tummy.

After he was drained, he made to move back, but Heather stopped him.

"Sir, you're still hard and as your valentine, I insist you use me some more. I want you to fuck my mouth this time. Ram it in as deep and as hard as you want until you come again. Please sir, throat fuck your naughty fairy and punish her for teasing you."

Bark did indeed punish his naughty fairy valentine and for thirty minutes used Heather's throat. She in the meantime had buried her right hand in her pussy, fisting herself in time to Bark's thrusts. She already had come three times when she felt his cock bulge once more and eject a vast quantity into her mouth this time. The salty, gummy texture filled her watering mouth and as she swallowed, the depraved action triggered yet another massive orgasm that caused her to blackout.

When Heather Passiontail awoke it was dark. She opened her eyes, but it remained dark and she sat up in fright. A frantic scan around her and she slowly could see that her surroundings were in fact, a cave. Behind her, there was the smoldering remains of a fire and stretched out on the far side was a large, still form, presumably Bark Gnawer. For herself, she was aware that she was covered by a warm blanket, woven of an unfamiliar plant fiber. She was also completely naked and when she ran her hands over her body, a faint blue glow surrounded her skin. Her involuntary gasp as she held her shimmering hands to her face roused the sleeping troll.

"You're awake, that's good. I was worried."

"Yes I'm awake sir, what day is this?"

"It is two sunrises and two moonsets since you last had your eyes open."

"Two days!" Heather laid back down and stared up into the darkness. "That explains it then," she whispered quietly.

"Explains what?"

"Nothing sir... why I'm so hungry sir. Do you have any food suitable for a fairy?"

There was a rumble from the direction of the dim fire and Heather could see Bark get to his feet and move in her direction. She shrank back in her blanket as the swamp troll loomed over her. Bending down, he reached under her and with surprising gentleness, scooped her up, blanket and all and trundled with measured strides deeper into the pitch black cave.

Heather lost track of how many steps Bark had taken when at last a pale light shone in the distance. Getting closer and brighter, she squinted painfully when the full force of the glow struck her eyes. When she could see, a sense of wonder nearly overcame her when the chamber was revealed fully. "What is this place?"

"My secret place, the place that no one has been but me, until now."

"It's beautiful Bark Gnawer. Did you do all this?"

"Some was here already, but I did most of what you see."

He carefully set Heather down on a padded bench set against the far wall. As he walked away towards some shelving nearby, Heather blushed when she saw he was naked as well. His muscular legs and his firm, taut buttocks drew her mesmerized gaze. Her imagination looked and wondered what it would be like to run her lips and tongue over those cheeks and between, deep between. Her blood stirred once more and to her dismay, the blue haze pulsed brighter with every heartbeat. Despite her fear though, her hands crept under the blanket and between her thighs, deep between. A low moan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes as the feelings washed over her.

She felt his hand cup the back of her neck and a container pressed to her mouth. She opened slightly and cool liquid poured in. As she swallowed, Bark carefully fed her the entire contents, all the while, Heather's fingers kept probing her pussy. As the last of the fluid went down her throat, she came again and shuddered in waves of passion. Bark lifted first one hand and then the other, licking all her secretions from her sticky fingers until they were clean. Heather finally opened her eyes and asked, "What's happening to me?"

Bark said nothing, but sat down beside her on the bench and set a plate of food upon her lap. Bit by bit, he fed her the entire contents of fruit and breads, all washed down with more drink, this time a hot infusion of herbal tea. Still hungry, she ate a second plate of food before finally feeling satiated. "I need to relieve myself."

Bark pointed to a curtain hanging next to the shelving and told her everything she'd need was inside. When she went to rise from the bench, the blanket was snagged under the troll. With a simple look up at her, she understood and cast off her covering. Nude, her skin flushed under his intense scrutiny. Her body ached and yearned, knowing full well that it would feel the power of his cock before long.

When she returned from her cleansing, Bark had cleaned up and motioned her to follow him through yet another curtained entrance. A short passage way through the rock led to a chamber filled with warm steam. In the center was a natural mineral spring that bubbled and frothed in a medium size pool. Around the circumference were steps carved in the edges and on the floor were stacks of towels and bottles of colored fluid. Heather needed no encouragement and dipped her toes in the roiling waters. A contented sigh and she eased down until she was covered up to her neck. The swamp troll entered across from her and for a long time, the was no sound at all, save for the popping of fragrant bubbles.

Heather was only dimly aware of the passage of time and could not be sure of how long they'd been in the bath. A volume of water sloshed around and then she felt him sit next to her. Bark wrapped an arm around her shoulders and sat her upright. Telling her to bend her head forward, Heather felt a stream of water pour over her hair again and again. Then a thick liquid dripped onto her scalp and Bark's strong fingers massaged it deep into her tresses. Heather purred with delight as he worked and relaxed her stiff neck. More water to rinse and then Bark proceeded to methodically and thoroughly clean every inch of her body. After finishing with her hair, he moved on to her face, then her neck and her shoulders. Dipping below the surface his firm hands gripped her breasts and moved in circles round and round until he captured her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. With a painful tug that sparked her deep inside, he pulled her throbbing breasts out of the water, forcing her back to arch and bringing her taut nipples to his mouth. He teased and suckled as her hands gripped the sides of the stone bath. Her legs fell open as he moved his body closer and she felt his cock poking her belly.

"Not yet," he murmured and released her sore nipples. He ordered her to stand and she could, barely, and only by leaning against the side. He lathered up his hands and continued washing her front, her torso, her flanks, down her thighs and lifting each leg in turn, all the way to her little pinkie toe. Everywhere except her pulsating pussy. When she begged, he said, "Not yet," and ordered her to turn around. He then washed her back and told her to rinse off. Moving to the other end of the bath, he told her to stand on a higher step that put her waist just above the lip. Placing a stack of towels on the deck, he put his hand on the small of her back and urged her forward. When she did, her bottom rose clear of the water and his hands moved to her knees and nudged them apart. Heather trembled as she laid her head down sideways and waited for her Master to take her. Instead, soapy fingers caressed her buttocks, healed from her two day slumber and she thrust back in small motions. Around and around his hands swirled and dipped lower and lower. Poised at the entrance to her pussy, she cried out when two slick fingers slid easily inside. In and out in a parody of sex, he cleaned her inside and out and then placed two fingers of his other hand on her anus.

She tensed, once more hearing the warnings in her mind, but it was too late, much too late. If it happened, then so be it and damn the consequences. Bark slid his fingers again into her rectum and as before, she convulsed with pleasure. Moving into her bottom and her pussy at the same time soon brought her to the brink of orgasm, but once again, he whispered, "Not yet," and withdrew his fingers. He brought them around to mouth and she dutifully licked them clean, both from her pussy and then from her ass. The taste of her ass was like nothing she'd ever had before and her arousal ratcheted even higher. "Not yet, your turn."

He slid away and after a moment, she followed, stalking him until she trapped his large body in the corner. She was only half his size, but when she pressed up against him, he went quiescent and let her work her will. She washed his hair as well and his body, but when she approached his middle, he stopped her from grabbing his cock. "Please sir, please let me clean you."

Bark kept her away, and motioned to his legs. With a frustrated squeal, Heather pounced on his legs and rubbed as rough as she could. At last he was satisfied and leaned back with a dark smile creasing his face. "It is time, naughty fairy," pointing to his erection, dimly seen beneath the surface. "Suck me, suck me now."

With a desperate sob, Heather took a deep breath and plunged underwater searching for the object of her lust. Her hands grasped and brought it to her lips. Suck she did and repeatedly came up for air, before once more slavering over the large troll cock. She felt Bark's hands in her wet hair and then he forced his cock once more down her throat. Still impaled, he rose up out of the water, bringing her head with him and before she ran out of air, he released her and she gasped loudly.

Grabbing her waist, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around behind his back and then slid his cock into her pussy for the first time. Despite her arousal, the water had dried her out and his entry was painful. It was also the first time she'd been entered by a cock, only objects and her hands had been there before. She squirmed in his arms, but he only growled, "Be still naughty fairy, you know you need this, you need this pain."

Heather wanted to disagree, but the thought faded with every thrust. It was still uncomfortable, but the pain had eased and instead, a feeling of being full suffused her very pores. After repeated probings, she felt the end of his weapon touch her womb and she cried out when he withdrew and then rammed back inside. Over and over again with steady motions he pummeled her insides until he tensed and erupted, spewing his sperm deep. Heather was still poised on the brink, he had come too soon and she nearly cried with frustration. "Not yet," he mocked her and holding himself inside her pussy, he moved to the edge and laid her down on the towels. Before she could react, he pulled out and then swooped in the latch his mouth on her engorged lips. His tongue foraged inside and withdrew coated with his sperm. Again and again he licked and drank down their mingled essence until she was empty, then, he started on her clitoris. This time when she was nearly there, all Bark said was, "Come," and Heather did until she could come no more.




Leap Day Spanking



Bark Gnawer was by no means finished, but then, neither was Heather. She rolled to her knees and started kissing the troll's thighs. She moved from one to the other and then took his stirring cock back in her mouth. Not satisfied, she moved on to his balls and after that, asked him to turn around and bend over. Remembering the taste of herself, she kissed and licked his buttocks and then spreading his cheeks open, stared avidly at his anus area. She ran her tongue up and down his crack, getting ever closer to her target and when she lapped at the edge, he groaned with delight. Emboldened, she tried again, this time in the center and giggled as his muscle winked at her. The taste was clean but musky and the tang bit her taste buds, drawing her to use her entire mouth to suck and lick. Reaching underneath, she clasped his cock in one hand and stroked up and down in rhythm to her tongue slithering into his sphincter. It was too much for Bark and his knees buckled and he fell forward.

Heather sat back and waited until he recovered. For a swamp troll, he seemed to have less energy than he should and she wondered if the blue haze over her skin had something to with that fact. It was clear Bark couldn't see the color and nothing she'd ever learned at fairy school explained exactly what the color would do to a troll. She could also guess what her Master would want next, but hearing the dire warnings in her head, it was not something she would speak out loud. "Would you like some refreshments sir?"

"No, I want you, I need you. What are doing to me?"

"Nothing sir, nothing at all."

"I don't believe you," Bark rumbled in his chest and got to his feet. He seized her hair and dragged her unresisting body over to a stool. Bending her over face down, he quickly secured her wrists and ankles to the wooden legs. Thus displayed, she truly was at his mercy. "Don't go anywhere naughty fairy, I'll be right back." A mocking laugh trailed off as there was only silence.

Heather waited, in this position, her wings now fluttered freely. Soft and pliable, they were not enough to get her airborne, that was accomplished by fairy dust. She was resigned to the fact that very soon, too soon, Bark Gnawer the swamp troll would have an intimate encounter with the power of fairy dust. She could only hope she'd survive at least.

She heard him return and stand next her. His steady breathing did not calm her, but she was determined not to beg, no matter how much he beat her. He was correct that she was doing something to him, but no amount of torture would ever make a fairy reveal the ultimate secret. There was a soft sigh and then a band of fire laced her bottom. A loud snap echoed in the room as the leather strap left its mark. Again the soft sigh and another band just below the first. With regular timing the swamp troll swung the heavy leather strap at his bound captive's reddening bottom until he reached her upper thighs. "Do you have anything to say naughty fairy?"

The silence was unexpected, so he began again, only this time, a little harder and a little faster. By the time he had painted Heather's bottom a second time with a deep pink coat, she was in a good deal of pain. But not enough to speak, so Bark commenced his thrashing yet again. The snap and crack of the cruel strap burned her quivering cheeks and stamped his mark into her soul. She felt herself start to float and her traitorous pussy start to melt. Bark noticed that as well as stopped whipping her when her bottom from the top to midway down her thighs was deep, brick red and flaming hot.

Heather groaned as his hands slapped down hard on her cheeks and squeezed tight, digging his nails into the scalded flesh. She groaned even louder as he thrust his cock, even more enormous than ever, all the way in until his stomach meet her bottom with a thud. All the way out, and all the way in. Hard and violent thrusts rocked helpless Heather and all she could do is whimper. Not with pain, not anymore, but with lust as she was punished by her valentine. She deserved this treatment for flying away from fairy land and entering the Screaming Swamp. She was in truth naughty Heather and had earned every spank, every stroke, every discipline Bark meted out.

She opened her mouth and screamed and screamed. "More! More! Hurt me more! Punish me, punish your naughty Heather!" He did indeed punish her some more, pausing in his fucking frenzy to spank her with his hands and then the strap. Stoking her passion by lashing her tail, he resumed his fucking of her pussy and then had a thought. To truly punish her, she had yet one unplundered hole. He dug his his fingers in her crease and pulled her wide open. Pale skin shone where the strap had not kissed and in the middle was a pink dot where his fingers had played before. His cock was wet enough, so he pulled out of her pussy and placed the head on her anus. He felt Heather tense and asked one more time. "Do you have anything to say?"

Heather dangled there, over the stool, her pussy wet and sore, her bottom red and swollen, her Master's cock poised to breach the forbidden entrance and still she said nothing. Unseen and unheard by Bark, tears finally flowed from her eyes as she whispered softly good-bye to her fairy life.

The swamp troll pushed forward, but despite the earlier stretching, he had difficulty puncturing the opening. He moistened her with some saliva and tried again.This time his plum size head popped inside the ring and Heather felt a jolt. She opened her mouth, whether to scream or to yield she would never know, for Bark chose that moment to push steadily inward until he could go no further. Heather reacted by exhaling in a steady hiss as she felt his large cock push her rectal walls outward. Bark waited and waited as frantic pulses ran up and down those walls. She could feel the jolts now coming closer and closer together, but she was resigned to her fate. Now he moved, pulling out in the same slow and steady motion until just the head was lodged in her ring. Back in, a little faster and a little deeper, and then out. Back in and this time through her second sphincter and he sunk all 12 inches into her rectum until his balls slapped up against her flowing pussy. He groaned, she groaned, the heat on her bottom matched the heat in her bottom. One minute, five minutes, ten minutes Bark thrust into Heather and when she heard him groan and speed up his pounding to match his earlier fucking, she knew the end was near. Once more she heard the voice of the fairy elders in her mind.

"Never reveal the secret of fairy flight. If you allow a male penis to plunge into your back passage, the back passage where you excrete the fairy dust that gives you flight; if you allow this, then the male will be trapped and will not withdraw until he shoots his seed deep into your bowels. No matter how long it takes, until he comes he will not stop thrusting into you and when he does finally come, that seed will meet your fairy dust and the combined reaction will cause an explosion. An explosion that will kill you both and safeguard the secret of fairy flight."

Heather felt Bark's seed spatter the interior walls of her rectum, then nothing at all.

"Heather! Heather! Wake up!"

She felt a hand shaking her and she growled with annoyance.

"Wake up! Please!"

"Go away, I'm dead, so you can't bother me."

"You're not dead Heather, please open your eyes."

She reluctantly opened her eyes. She was laying on her side in the same room. The steaming waters of the pool still burbled but the walls were coated with black soot. The stool which over she had been bent and punished was so much kindling. She looked down at her body, but it was unmarred. Looking up she saw a familiar face peering down at her. "Tanner? Is that you!"

"Yes Heather, it is I."

"But they told me you had died!"

"I did."

"Where's Bark Gnawer?"

Tanner reached out and lifted Heather to her feet. "I am Bark, or rather, my soul was trapped in the body of a swamp troll."

"How could that happen?"

"How do you think it happened Heather?"

"You mean... no, they couldn't have!"

"Yes Heather Passiontail. When the fairy elders discovered that you and I had fallen in love, they cursed me by casting my soul into a dumb swamp troll. They put a spell on the troll to kill and eat any fairy he caught."

"Then why didn't Bark do that to me?"

"Because the spell had weakened enough for me to persuade him otherwise."

"Then why are we still alive after he spent his seed in my bottom?"

"Part of the curse Heather was that unless the swamp troll punished my true love by coming in her bottom and igniting the fairy dust, I would never be free."

"Oh Tanner! I can't believe we're together. I'm so happy."

"I am as well Heather. There is one minor detail that I neglected to mention."

"What is that my love?"

"A certain naughty fairy it seems, was behaving most wantonly with a swamp troll of all things. What am I to do about that?"

"Punish her hard of course, my love, my Master."



Leap Day



My cock was solid again so I quickly took his place and slipped in her from behind. Lisa had never felt the sensation of being filled again immediately after being fucked and she howled with pleasure as I started to ride her hard again. Randy simply moved around to her face and she eagerly started to kiss his wilted cock back to life.

We sucked and fucked my wife solidly for the next two hours, she was insatiable. 

After a short break I watched as Lisa took a shower with Randy where he fucked her from behind again, I couldn't believe that she could take so much cock in such a short space of time. It was nearly 3:00 am when Randy and Lisa fell asleep in one of the queen size beds and I collapsed in the other. 

I woke up at ten to the sound of Lisa panting and gasping and turned to see Randy with his face plastered to her pussy bringing her to another orgasm. As she recovered she asked Randy if he wanted her to return the favor. He told her he was saving himself for later in the day. Randy excused himself to his room and take care of business, noting he would be back later for the day's festivities. He told Lisa he had picked out the clothes he wanted her to wear with the lingerie she had used in her photo. He pointed to a box on the bed. As Randy walked toward the door he said, "I've planned a party this evenings in my room and invited a few friends." 

My eyes widened with surprise at his suggestion. I knew that Lisa had enjoyed her experience with Randy and was game for more the rest of the day, but I wasn't sure she would want to "party with his friends." Before she could react however, he spoke again. 

"Don't worry," he said calmly, reaching down to give her supple ass a playful squeeze through the little white panties she had put on. " They're safe and we'll have fun, and its leap day till midnight." 

With that, Randy headed off. Lisa and I spent the afternoon browsing and relaxing, even fitting in a swim and nap. At six we got a call from Randy telling us to get dressed and come to his room. 

Lisa looked radiant as she got dressed. First she put on her set of white lace lingerie consisting of a bra bustier with Velcro removable bra cup panels, garters straps, stockings, and black satin thong panties. The box from Randy contained a white satin blouse and skirt. It also had a black silk collar. Lisa seemed to enjoy putting on the outfit, modeling each subsequent piece and commenting on how well it fit. Lisa smiled as she put on the collar saying, "This should be interesting." 

l took my wife's hand and we walked to Randy's suite. The collar made her self-conscience as we passed folks in the lobby. "You like this don't you?" she commented. We paused for a moment at the doorway and kissed softly. Lisa smiled as I said, "There's five more hours of leap day, let's enjoy it – I love you." 

We knocked and Randy opened the door. He greeted Lisa with a warm hug and a complement on her beautiful and sexy look. As we entered he turned to introduce his other guests. Randy introduced Sharon as a business partner then commented, "With benefits." 

It was the blond woman I had seen him with at the company xmas party. She was his CPA but also a very attractive blond-haired 35ish year old woman wearing a low cut top and slit skirt that made clear she was well equipped for pleasure. 

Sharon quickly greeted Lisa with a hug and kiss on the cheek. She commented, "You are beautiful." 

Without hesitating she leaned forward and unbuttoned another of Lisa's blouse buttons. Pulling the blouse slightly apart so more of Lisa's cleavage showed saying, "Those look delicious."

Sharon then greeted me with a hug, pressing her substantial breasts tightly into my chest and before breaking grabbed my crotch and commented to everyone, "We'll have some fun tonight." 

The reality of Randy's guests and Sharon's aggressiveness left Lisa speechless. She didn't think Randy was serious about friends and certainly hadn't expected another woman with me as a possibility. 

She was next greeted by the other guest, Burt, also a partner of Randy's. Burt was also 35ish and very attractive, well over 6 feet tall, impeccably groomed and appeared to be in great shape. He had been carefully eyeing Lisa and hugged and kissed her in greeting. 

Randy offered drinks and showed us to a spread of food. The suite was large and elegant with beautiful skyline views. We spent the next hour eating drinking and getting to know each other a little. 

Sharon interrupted the conversation by excused herself and Lisa saying, "We need to go and get ready for some fun." Then took Lisa's hand and escorted her into the adjoining bedroom. 

Ten minutes later Sharon returned and said "The leap day girl is ready for company." 

My heart began to race even faster. 

My jaw dropped open with amazement. In the middle of the room was a small table-like padded platform, over which my wife was bent in a lewd but inviting fashion. Her blouse had been removed and her arms were pulled out to each side, fastened to the table legs with black, leather straps. Her midriff was flat against the surface and her breasts were bulging from her bustier cups over the edge of the platform. Her stocking covered legs were trembling with anticipation as she waited in the exposed position, her panty clad ass peeking out from under the short skirt. Lisa's eyes were covered with a black blindfold and in her mouth was a makeshift gag. It was quite possibly the hottest vision of her I had ever seen. 

I watched in amazement, my cock swelling to rigidity in my pants. 

"Who's first?" Sharon asked, holding a thin tube of lubricant in the air. 

Randy was the first to step forward, reaching out his hand as Sharon tossed him the lube. I was about to ask Lisa if she was okay with the situation, but I decided to hold back, watching her face closely for any sign of objection. Her breathing rate seemed to be increased, her torso rising and falling with each anticipatory breath until she felt her skirt being pushed up. Lisa held her breath for a brief moment as Randy eyed her supple, tanned ass with a look of hungry craving as he removed his pants and shorts and slathered his well-sized cock with lubricant. My wife's ass looked exquisite framed by the thong panties in the low light of the room. My own dick ached with desire as I watched Randy pull the panties aside, pry her tight little cheeks apart and drop a small dollop of lubricant into the crack of her ass. She let out a quiet moan as she began to realize what was about to happen. 

I thought Randy might go for the pussy first, but he went straight for her ass. His dick was slightly larger than mine, so I was slightly concerned about how my wife would be able to handle it without any prior warming up. With his face appearing as a mask of utter concentration, he gripped his shaft firmly in his hand as her pressed his bulbous, shimmering head into the center of her enticing little star. Lisa's subtle whimpering soon turned into a muffled moan as she felt her tight asshole stretching to accommodate the girth of Randy's plunging cock. 

Burt smiled a devilish grin as he watched with enjoyment as his friend's dick slowly disappeared into my wife's accepting anus. 

"Uggghhhh," she groaned as her body writhed atop the table, her cries of anguish absorbed by the gag in her mouth. 

Her apparent discomfort only seemed to arouse Randy further and he pushed his thick cock deeper into her tightly gripping ass. Burt walked over and stoked her hair in a loving fashion in an attempt to calm her, although his expression showed only lust as she squirmed under his hand. 

"How's that ass feel?" he asked Randy. "As good as you dreamed?" 

"Better!" Randy answered, clenching his teeth as he began to draw his rigid pole back out with agonizing slowness. "It's so fucking tight!"

Burt smiled and reached down to paw his own cock through his pants as he continued to watch as Randy plunged back into my wife's asshole with a rapid, forceful pace. As his strokes progressed, he was soon fucking Lisa's butt with long, slow thrusts, driving deep inside her with each one. 

"Uh...uh...uh...uh," Lisa whimpered every time Randy's balls slapped her flushed pussy lips. 

As he continued to violate my wife's nether hole, his long, deep strokes turned to short, rapid thrusts as his body began to tense. His fingers gripped her taut little cheeks, peeling her ass open to admit his throbbing rod as the table shifted and squeaked under her. Randy then let out a low growl and he closed his eyes, tossing his bed back with orgasmic elation. Lisa's gagged mouth produced a muffled squeal as she felt his hot jism jetting inside her, filling her tight little tunnel with a load of hot cum. 

Randy breathed a sigh of relief as drew his shimmering cock from my wife's clenching hole, watching it snap shut, locking his juices inside its tight embraces. As he stepped away, Burt was quick to rush in and stake his claim to Lisa's exposed orifice. He was tall and thin with a cock that, fittingly enough, was long and skinny as well. He gave me one thankful glance before aiming his slender pole directly into my wife's little pink rosebud. Not bothering to apply any lube, he just placed his tip to her opening and pushed. 

Lisa moaned and wailed into the gag. Burt was easing his way into her, lubed asshole. As I watched, Sharon removed my slacks and fished my erection from my shorts. Next she removed the gag from Lisa's mouth. Lisa immediately gasped for air but she soon felt her lips wrapped around my cock as Sharon steered it into her mouth. She gagged a bit as I pushed into her mouth, grabbing her hair and holding her head in place. 

She moaned around my dick in her mouth as she felt her ass penetrated deeply by Burt's plunging cock. I noticed a sadistic glint flash across Burt's eyes as his pleasure seemed to increase as my cock entered Lisa's mouth. 

I looked back to Burt, whose eyes were locked on my wife's backside as her tiny asshole hugged his slender cock. He was now stroking in and out with deeper, forceful thrusts as I did the same to her face. It was strange watching my wife be thoroughly used in such an obscene manner, but I was at a never before level of sexual arousal. 

"Fuck I love this ass," Burt exclaimed, as he pushed and slid deep inside as the table rocked forward under the force of the thrust. Burt's mouth curled into a sinister smile as he watched his shaft sliding in between my wife's ass cheeks. 

"You like this don't you?" he chanted, giving Lisa a firm slap on the ass.

"Mmm, hmm," she moaned, her purring voice muffled by my pulsing cock. 

Her approval only provoked him further, and he stung her reddened cheek with another open handed strike. 

"Come on," he urged me. "Fuck her face!"

I momentarily looked up only to see that Randy now had his face buried in Sharon's exposed tits as his hands pulled down her panties. It was more than enough to set me off. I gave three more short pumps, shooting a huge load of cum into Lisa's mouth. 

Burt's face again lit up with excitement as he wiggled his hips to get further inside Lisa before thrusting home with a single, forceful thrust. Lisa's tight ass had done its job as Burt's furious strokes culminated in a savage orgasm that almost tipped the entire table over. I could see her tanned ass cheeks quivering under the relentless force as Burt completed his series of hard thrusts and then pulled his leaking cock from her ass.

"This is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Sharon chanted as her eyes locked on the obscene spectacle. "Kind of makes me wish I had a dick."

I smiled in response as we continued to watch my wife recover from getting drilled at both ends. 

Sharon brought everyone warm cloths and towels and Randy went to fix fresh drinks. Burt returned from the bathroom offering Viagra pills to help keep the party going. 

Lisa, still blindfolded and tied, began squirming. Sharon walked over to listen to her and quieted the group so we could hear Lisa. 

"Please." She begged, "Someone fuck my pussy and make me cum." "It's not fair, I need to cum. I need a cock in my pussy. Fuck my pussy. Please, fuck me. "

We all laughed at her predicament and Sharon began to untie her. Her blind fold was removed and Sharon stood her near the bed. Sharon then removed the Velcro bustier cups exposing Lisa's tits. The shapely boobs looked delicious with erect nipples signaling her state of arousal. Next Sharon removed the short skirt. The soaked panties were next leaving Lisa in the bare-boobed bustier, garter straps and stockings. 

Randy stepped up to meet Lisa's needs, quickly escorting her to the bed. In moments Randy had her on her back with his head between her legs feasting on her pussy lips and clit. It was having the desired effect as Lisa was panting and squealing as Randy probed various pleasure points. Burt assisted by climbing on the bed and tending to Lisa's face and breasts with kisses and nibbling. "I want to fuck every hole on her body," Burt exclaimed as he worked on pleasuring Lisa.

Randy, now a veteran in coaxing orgasms from Lisa, was quickly successful as Lisa trembled and screamed in pleasure. Without letting her rest, Randy quickly mounted her missionary style and drove his rock hard cock deep into her pussy as she lay quivering. Having taken off his horny edge earlier, Randy was able to pummel Lisa for several minutes and delighted in hearing her moan and watching her boobs shake with each thrust. Burt rotated between kissing and fondling Lisa's boobs and encouraging Randy to "Let her have it. Screw this beautiful body to the bed."

As Randy's harder thrusts made it difficult for Burt to kiss Lisa, he just kneeled beside her body and took her hands and placed them on his cock. With Burt's guidance Lisa was jacking Burt's cock as Randy slammed into her. The three of them were all groaning and grunting as they neared climax. Burt was first, letting loose with several streams that he aimed at Lisa's tits. That set Randy off as well and he unloaded deep in Lisa's pussy while Lisa squealed in climax. As I watched the scene, I erupted as well - in Sharon's mouth. 

After a rest Sharon and Lisa showered then proceeded to spend a half hour in a hot 69 session on the queen bed bringing each other to orgasm several times and leaving Randy, Burt and myself with hard cocks. 

As Sharon feasted on Lisa's clit and pussy she turned to me and ordered, "I think she needs another load in her ass!" 

Sounded good to me as I positioned myself beside the bed, positioned Lisa's ass for a reaming and let Sharon reposition so she could continue her clit feast. Burt decided he would drill Sharon at the same time. Knowing what was coming; Lisa braced herself and bit her lip as she felt her slutty little asshole filled for the third time that night. I closed my eyes and began to thrust away, my dick evoking a lewd slurping sound from her jizz-filled tunnel as I picked up speed. With each thrust I pushed Lisa's pussy tighter against Sharon's face. It wasn't long before I painted her insides with yet another load of warm, cum. 

Randy was more than ready for his next turn, taking Lisa's body and quickly maneuvering it so he could fuck her pussy. In the meantime, Sharon's was fully occupied as Burt was now thrusting full depth in her ass and eliciting an orgasmic response. "You like this cock up your ass?" Burt asked, kneeling down and hissing into her ear as he grabbed her roughly by the hair. 

"Yes!" Sharon gasped. 

While just a few feet away Lisa was squealing "Fuck me. Fuck me." As Randy pumped her pussy. 

Soon after both men unloaded and the room quieted as exhausted drained bodies rested. Lisa looked across the room at me, pointed to the nightstand clock and said so to Randy and Burt could hear, "Leap day ends in 30 minutes, last call for to fuck any of these holes until February 29, 2016. 

Burt laughed and said, "Give me 15 minutes then I'm going to unload my last load on the pretty face of yours." 

Lisa just smiled. 

Randy said, "Count me in too." 

My cock began to stiffen in anticipation.

The End



Leap of Faith



No sex in this chapter, folks - my characters need more time getting to know each other. The rest of the story is finished and will post imminently - let me know what you think!

* * *

Rain streaked down the windows in greasy rivulets, distorting the myriad of reflected lights. The bus trundled on, rumbling through the dirty streets and by-ways of the dreary town. Eventually the houses and factories gave way to endless fields and flat scrubland. It was featureless and grey – just like the rest of Nicole's world.

She sat huddled next to a grubby window with her face pressed to the cold glass. Her cheeks were damp with salty tears and her pale blue eyes gazed unseeing out into the bleak countryside. Her mind was focussed inwards, continually playing the reel of memory that had brought her to this miserable point in her life. 

The two people, who had meant everything to her, had betrayed her in the cruellest of ways.

"Is this seat taken honey?" 

Nicole snapped out of her reverie when the bus pulled away from another remote bus stop. She looked up, her eyes still blurred with tears, to see a young woman smiling at her. The woman's long red hair was braided and tied with bits of ribbon and she wore a short denim skirt with black leather biker boots. A hint of a tattoo peeked out from the front of a ragged tee shirt. 

"Erm...no," Nicole said, wondering why when the bus was half empty, the girl wanted to sit next to her.

"Cool," the girl grinned amiably, her green eyes sparkling brightly. "My name's Danni, what's yours?" 

"Nicole."

"Like the car ad..." 

Nicole stared at the girl in bemusement. What the hell was she talking about? For a moment she forgot all the reasons she came to be sat on this bus with a small bag containing everything she owned plonked at her feet.

"Ya know, the french chick in the car advert from a few years back – Papa, Nicole!" The girl burst out laughing merrily and Nicole found herself almost smiling too. Danni's sense of humour was infectious.

"Oh I see," Nicole said slowly, privately thinking that no, she didn't see exactly.

"So...where're you heading?" asked Danni, eyeing the holdall bag on the floor.

Nicole shrugged. She honestly had no idea where she was heading. The final destination had seemed unimportant when she jumped on board the first bus leaving the station a couple of hours ago. 

"I err...don't know," she replied. It sounded totally lame and she really wished this nosy girl had sat somewhere else. The last thing Nicole wanted to do was talk about everything. That required her to then THINK about it – which was painful.

"Okay, let's try another question," Danni said dryly. "Have you got anywhere to stay at this mystery location that you're not going to?"

Nicole looked at her and felt the tears welling up again. This annoying girl actually had a point – she had nowhere to go to, nobody to ask for help and very little money left. She really had landed herself in dire straits. 

The trouble was, when she had left she had done so in a blind rush. She had flung some clothes into a bag, and grabbing her purse she had run out of the door and onto the first bus that came along. The image of Sean and Kate, naked and entwined on their bed, was permanently etched on to her retinas. Whenever she shut her eyes, she saw them locked together in a carnal embrace. It felt like acid was being poured on the open wound each and every time she remembered the gruesome tableau. 

If only she hadn't returned early from her evening class, she would never have caught them out. She still had no idea how long it had been going on – possibly months for all she knew. Nicole felt so stupid. She couldn't quite believe she had been so blind to what had been happening.

They had made a fool out of her. There was no way she could stay in that flat with the two of them – so she did the only thing she could do – she ran.

"I'm sorry," Nicole sniffed, unable to stop the tears falling relentlessly down her cheeks. She could taste the salt as it trickled over her dry lips.

"That's okay honey – here have a tissue." Danni pulled a dubious looking wad of tissue from her bag and passed it to Nicole. "Your mascara is running," she added helpfully.

"Thanks," mumbled Nicole, dabbing at her red eyes and wishing she could erase the last twenty-four hours. In fact, make that the last three years – that way she would never have met Sean and fallen in love with him.

All those people who said it was better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all – spoke rubbish. In her opinion, it was far easier to keep your heart locked up securely, than give it away to someone who didn't deserve it.

"So...I'm guessing that you have nowhere to go tonight?" Danni asked perceptively.

"No." Nicole was beginning to realise that running away blindly was perhaps rather hasty given her precarious situation. She had barely enough money to pay for a room in a fleapit for the night and with no job it was not looking good. 

"Tell you what, if you want to you can stay with me 'til you get sorted?" 

Nicole wiped her eyes and stared at this strange looking girl with the scary make-up and pierced eyebrow. Why on earth would a complete stranger want to help her? She didn't know her from Adam. 

"I can see you've had some kind of trouble and between you, me and the bus conductor, I was in that place once upon a time," Danni stated gravely. "Somebody helped me and now I'm trying to help you – Karma it's called."

Nicole wasn't so sure about Karma, but she recognised when fate was stepping in to give her a helping hand.

* * *

The street was steep and the rain continued to hammer down on the cobbles in huge drops that soon soaked through Nicole's thin coat. She shivered slightly as she followed Danni past small touristy shops and quaint tearooms. The smell of salt in the air coupled with the sound of gulls wheeling high above almost made her smile.

She loved the seaside. A brief spark of excitement had fluttered through her when the bus finally came to the end of the line in the scenic seaside town. Danni had chattered every mile of that journey, seemingly determined to distract Nicole from her abject misery. Surprisingly the ploy had worked – Nicole had for a while forgotten the sorry train of events that had brought her to the town and she found herself rather enjoying Danni's light hearted anecdotes and mindless gossip about pop stars and television programmes she liked.

"Not much further," Danni told her as they tramped up a side street. The sky was black and the wind was picking up; a harsh biting wind blowing straight off the sea. In the far distance Nicole imagined she could hear the surf crashing on the beach. 

In reality this was unlikely as the bay was too sheltered to experience huge waves. It was a natural harbour and hundreds of small craft were usually moored there throughout the summer. The best sand beaches were the other side of the headland and that was also where the majority of the shops and amusement arcades were situated. This part of town was the old town – quiet, with narrow streets and scruffy Victorian boarding houses. 

Eventually they reached a red door next to a small café and Danni pulled a key from her pocket. "Home sweet home!" she grinned. "I should warn you though, my brother is a pain in the arse, so just ignore him – I try to."

Nicole followed Danni up two flights of narrow stairs until they reached another door. "Rob, I'm home," she yelled, her voice echoing through the small flat.

"Did you buy some milk?" The muffled voice came from the other side of a door and a few seconds later a young man appeared, running a hand through his tousled blond hair. 

"Oops!" said Danni with a rueful grin. "I forgot..." 

"Aww Danni! I could have gotten some if I'd known!" 

"Nicole, this is my brother, Rob," explained Danni. "Rob, this is Nicole – I said she could crash here for a bit."

Nicole looked with embarrassment at Rob, taking in the tight tee shirt and Nike tracksuit bottoms that clung to a muscular body. He was pretty damned hot and she was stood here feeling like shit warmed up, her lanky hair plastered unattractively to her head. 

"Another stray, Danni?" Rob said dryly and Nicole felt her cheeks grow even warmer. Oh great – Rob was pissed at her being here. 

"Yeah – just like you dickhead! When exactly were you were moving in with Lizzie? Months ago last time I checked, so shut it."

The two siblings scowled at each other for a few chilly moments and Nicole tried to wish herself away on a magic carpet. It didn't work. 

"Sorry, Nicole," apologised Danni. "My brother has forgotten his manners, but while he's making you feel a little more welcome, I'm off to Mrs Dryzmalski's shop for some milk. Just as well she stays open all hours!"

She grabbed her bag and disappeared back through the door, leaving Nicole and Rob staring at each other awkwardly. 

"So..." he ventured after a long pause. "Where did Danni find you then?"

"On the bus," replied Nicole. "I had nowhere to go and she—" 

Stopping abruptly as tears threatened to overflow, Nicole hurriedly wiped her eyes on the cuff on her coat. 

"Hey, I didn't mean to have a go at you – sorry!" Rob looked chastened when he saw how upset she was. "I just know how much of a soft touch she is and I hate to see her taken advantage of. Not that I do that of course..." he grinned, his eyes crinkling up attractively.

"Come on through and take your wet coat off – you're dripping all over our lovely carpet."

Nicole looked down to see a hideous threadbare carpet swirling with psychedelic colours. When she looked back at Rob, she realised he was laughing at her and she smiled despite her sense of embarrassment at crashing in on two complete strangers.

"Joke!" he said light-heartedly. "Follow me and I'll put the kettle on while we wait for my darling sister to return."

Nicole took a seat at the scratched pine table, her bag dropped on the floor beside her. She felt like she was dreaming – any time now she expected to wake up and find herself back in bed with Sean snoring next to her. 

For a moment she allowed herself to think about him.

She remembered how he felt snuggled up to her; the scent of his skin and the feel of his hand on her body. If she tried really hard she could picture him as he turned over and kissed her, his lips soft on her mouth. But these thoughts were painful and only led her to other images of Sean kissing Kate; touching her body as he had touched Nicole's.

"So, what brings you to our lovely town?" asked Rob while he washed up some mugs. 

Nicole tore her thoughts back to the present and lifted her blue eyes towards him. A stray tendril of mousy hair drifted over her cheek and she pushed it back behind her ear. "I needed a change of scenery," she said flatly. Understatement of the century, she thought sadly. 

Rob looked closely at her but evidently decided not to pursue the subject. "How long are you planning on sticking around?" 

How long is a piece of string? 

"Don't know..." Nicole replied. She sniffed as a tear threatened to escape and Rob glanced back at her, a tea towel in his hand.

"Look," he said gravely. "I don't mean to pry, but if you want to talk about it, I'm happy to listen, okay?"

"Thanks," she whispered. She couldn't quite believe he was being so nice to her – just like Danni had. Maybe there was a God after all. Maybe it would all turn out right in the end...

"I'm back!" yelled Danni and they both heard the front door bang shut. 

"God she's like a bull in a china shop, that girl," muttered Rob. 

"Tea or coffee?" he asked Nicole gently. 

"Tea please."

"Next time we need milk, you're going to the corner shop..." Danni said darkly as she walked into the kitchen scowling. "If Mrs Dryzmalski tells me about her son, Jakob, one more time, I swear I'm gonna kill her! I get the distinct impression she's trying to marry him off to a 'nice' girl like me."

Rob snorted with laughter. "Has she confused you with someone else?" he sniggered.

"Oh fuck off!" Danni scowled at him. "At least I'm not a skanky ho like Lizzie!"

"Thanks, Sis!" Rob glared at her and threw the tea towel down, before stomping out of the kitchen with a face like thunder. 

"Oops..." Danni grinned, looking far from sorry. She rolled her eyes at Nicole and proceeded to make their drinks. "Lizzie is his sometime girlfriend," she explained. "Trouble is she is also everyone else's sometime girlfriend! I've told him to dump her, but so far he hasn't quite managed it. He's too nice for his own good and Lizzie takes advantage something wicked."

She sipped her tea and stared off into the distance reflectively. "I just wish he'd meet someone who appreciated him. Lizzie just takes the piss."

Nicole could relate to that. Sean had taken the piss by fucking her sister behind her back. Poor Rob – yes, she knew exactly how he felt. 

By the time Danni showed Nicole the bed settee in the living room, she was more than ready to sleep. Her eyes were beginning to shut of their own accord and she felt like a zombie. The prospect of sleep seemed a blissful escape from the horror of the day's events. She was emotionally exhausted as well as physically tired.

"You gonna be okay?" asked Danni from the doorway.

"Yeah..." said Nicole. She yawned heavily. "Thanks for everything, Danni. I don't know what I would have done if you—"

"Hey that's okay," interrupted Danni. "Get some sleep and we can talk in the morning." She shut the door, leaving Nicole in peace. 

Once she had settled down on the sofa bed, Nicole soon found her thoughts crowded with images of Sean and Kate again. As hard as she tried, she could not push the pictures from her head. The tears began to rain down and before long the pillow was soaked. Her body was racked with painful sobs and Nicole wished that she could cut her heart from her chest and make it all go away. Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep.

* * *

Rob opened the lounge door quietly. It was still early; the sky was just beginning to streak with pale dawn light. He would have liked to have stayed in bed, but it was impossible. Once he was awake he had to be up and about. It had always been the same with him. 

Danni was still fast asleep naturally. She was far better left to awaken on her own as she was notoriously bad tempered if disturbed. He grinned at the memory of throwing cold water on her when they were kids. How she had screamed! She had gotten her own back though and he still had the dent in his head to prove it. Frying pans hurt when thrown in temper.

Nicole was stretched out along the narrow sofa bed, her dark blonde hair lying across the pillow in tousled waves. One arm held onto the edge of the duvet tightly and he could hear her breathing faintly. He wasn't sure why, but she intrigued him. There was something incredibly vulnerable about her and the sight of her pale sad face last night had touched him deeply.

He had no idea what had happened to her – she didn't seem inclined to talk about it – but he knew someone had hurt her badly. He could only hope that this person lived to regret it. With a sigh he pulled the door closed again. He needed to go for a run before breakfast; if he left it much longer the tide would be turning.

* * *

Nicole awoke feeling immensely disorientated. For a split second she reached out her arm expecting to feel Sean's warm back. Instead she encountered the rough texture of the sofa arm. With a pang of misery the events of the previous day flooded through her consciousness like bile and she curled up tightly in a futile attempt to curb the pain.

Slowly the intensity of emotions receded and she pushed the horrible images firmly back inside the locked room within her mind. There really was no point in rehashing it all over again. She couldn't change any of it. What's done is done, she thought miserably. Today was the first day of a new chapter in her life and she just needed to bloody get on with it. 

She sat up and rubbed her eyes blearily. They felt sore and swollen from all the tears she had shed. Her back ached and every muscle in her body protested as she moved. The sofa bed was hideously uncomfortable but it beat sleeping in a bus shelter. It was still fairly dark outside and Nicole wondered what time it was – her watch was back in the bedroom of her old flat so she had no way of telling. But she didn't want to think about the 'old flat', so she erased the thought. 

Pushing the duvet off her legs, she stood up yawning heavily. After the bathroom, she needed a drink – her mouth felt all dry and woolly. Once she was dressed and Danni appeared, she supposed it would be time to make a move and go job hunting. There had to be plenty of casual jobs in a seaside town like this.

Only when she had a regular income could she make more plans for the future. Maybe then she could find somewhere more permanent to live. There was no way she could continue to rely on Danni's kindness for much longer. One night was acceptable; much more than that was a major imposition. 

Nicole dragged her weary bones into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. The small window above the sink looked out across the roofs of the town, the view stretching down towards the sea. In the distance Nicole could see small boats bobbing placidly. It looked surprisingly picturesque and for a moment she forgot all the reasons why she was here.

Then she remembered and she determinedly blocked the images. It was time to pull some clothes on. With the mug in her hand, she wandered back out of the kitchen and straight into the arms of Rob as he burst through the front door, his running vest dark with sweat. 

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Nicole apologised profusely when scalding tea splashed his arm. 

For a moment she was trapped against the hard wall of his body, the scent of fresh sweat tickling her senses. Her heart thudded in her chest and she was suddenly aware of how undressed she was. All she wore was a tee shirt and some shorts. They had been the first things she had pulled from the basket of clothes back at home. If there had been more time to pack, there were many things she would have taken – but she hadn't.

Rob gently extricated himself and rubbed his arm ruefully. "Ouch!" he commented when he saw the pink mark where the tea had splashed him.

"Are you okay?" asked Nicole, wishing that for once in her life she wasn't so clumsy. 

"I'll live," he grinned. "Right, I need a shower..." He flashed a smile at her and vanished into the bathroom leaving Nicole with a sudden sense of disquiet.

* * *

Rob stood under the needle sharp spray thinking about Nicole again. She had resembled a startled deer when he crashed into her in the hallway and he'd found her body more than a little arousing when she was briefly pressed against him. His cock reacted immediately to this train of thought and he felt himself harden. 

This is stupid, he muttered crossly, reaching out to grab the shower gel. He had more than enough on his plate at the minute. Lizzie was running rings round him and he needed another woman like he needed a hole in the head. More to the point he didn't need a woman with problems. Vigorously he scrubbed his skin with the flannel and washed all the sweat away. His body felt achy from the long run down the beach; but it was a good feeling. Exercise was great – it took his mind off all the crap in his life. 

* * *

The busy café was packed with tourists seeking shelter from the biting wind and rain. The squall had hit right out of the blue. One minute the sun was shining warmly and the next, black clouds rolled in across the bay like a dark malevolent curtain. Within seconds the heavens opened and the town was drenched. 




Leap of Faith



Nicole had seen the storm clouds brewing and she watched the rain through the window when it began to fall outside. She paused in her task of clearing tables, remembering the time they had danced in rain, barefoot in the park one summer night. Sean had spun her round, laughing when she complained of feeling dizzy. Eventually they had collapsed in a heap beneath a huge oak tree, lying amongst the long grass, kissing as the rain drops disappeared into the parched earth.

For a moment the noise and bustle melted away and she felt the prickle of the dry grass on her back. She tasted the salt of his skin when he kissed her and she inhaled the warm musky scent of his flesh as he pulled her into the curve of his hard body. Tears began to fall when she realised it was over and he was never going to do any of those things again.

"Nicole!" The voice in her ear made her jump. "Are you okay?" Danni stood staring at her with a mixture of sympathy and irritation. 

"Yeah, sorry, I'm fine," said Nicole hurriedly wiping her eyes.

"I thought the Mother Ship was calling you and we'd lost you there!" 

Nicole laughed despite herself. "Sorry, I just remembered something silly." 

Danni could see from the pain etched on the other girl's face that it was nothing silly, but she knew better than to push things. It had been two weeks now and although Nicole was slowly showing signs of recovery, she was a long way off being healed.

Bits and pieces of the puzzle had slipped out here and there, but the whole story still remained an intriguing enigma. Danni had tried to encourage Nicole to open up, but she stubbornly refused to talk about what brought her here. It was annoying, but Nicole would talk when she was good and ready. Until then Danni would have to remain patient.

"Come on," she said quietly. "Let's go for a break. Madeline will manage for ten minutes." Danni grabbed Nic's arm and pulled her through the kitchen and into the doorway of the back yard. The view was hardly scenic, but at least it was quiet out there.

Rain dripped down, the downpour slowly beginning to recede as blue sky peeked through the heavy clouds once again. Sea gulls wheeled and cried in the distance, an endless orchestra of sound drifting up from the harbour. 

Danni pulled a packet of cigarettes from her jeans pocket and lit one, sucking in a lungful of smoke with an expression of blissful pleasure. The smoke wafted over towards Nicole and she grimaced slightly. "Disgusting habit," she commented, as she had every other day of the last week.  

"So sue me," Danni said flippantly. "Do you mind if I go out with Craig tonight?"

"No, 'course not," said Nicole in surprise. "You don't need to babysit me every evening."

"I know I don't. Trust me I would prefer NOT to be going out with Craig at all!" She said this in a low voice. Craig was one of the cook's currently working in the kitchen and he had been after Danni for ages, but so far she had rebuffed his advances.

Nicole was not sure why exactly – he seemed nice enough so far as she could tell. He wasn't spectacularly good looking, but he had a sense of humour and clearly had the hot's for Danni. "Where's he taking you?" she enquired with a grin.

Danni rolled her eyes and took another drag of her cigarette. "There's a band playing at the Blue Parrott Club. He has two tickets and I figured I may as well go with him. If we were just going for a drink, I would have asked you to come too."

"So I can play gooseberry all evening?" scoffed Nicole. "I think not!" The last thing she needed right now was to be reminded of romantic shit. That was something she was resolutely pushing from her head. Men were not what she needed at all. The job in the café was suiting her just fine – it was mindless and paid crap wages, but it was enough to allow her to contribute towards the shopping and bills at Danni's flat.

Danni had been so good to her. Not only had she given her a roof over her head – she had also provided her with this job. The café was owned by her Aunt Susan, or Sue as she preferred to be called, and she was more than happy to take Nicole on as one of the other girls had just left for a better paying job at the local holiday camp. She was actually grateful when Danni dragged her in on the first day for an interview.

* * *

"Done any waitressing before?" asked Sue kindly as they sat at a quiet table near the kitchen entrance.

"Not exactly..." replied Nicole with a sinking feeling. There was no way she would be any good at it – she was far too clumsy.

"Well never mind, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon enough." Sue smiled at her, noting the dark circles under her eyes. "Danni will show you the ropes – she's been working here for years on and off."

"You mean I have the job?" said Nicole in surprise. 

"Yes!" Sue stood up and glanced at her watch. "Could you do a shift this afternoon?" 

"Err...yeah, I don't see why not." It wasn't like she had anything better to do, Nicole thought miserably. 

Her first shift had been a baptism of fire. The weather had turned unexpectedly sunny and the streets had soon been teeming with tourists all needing refreshments and ice creams. For five hours she had been rushed off her feet; taking orders and dishing out endless tea and coffee. By the time the café closed its doors, Nicole's feet were killing her. All she could think about was a long hot shower. 

There was nothing like hard work to put things in perspective. At least it had taken her mind off Sean for a few blessed hours. That evening she collapsed on the sofa bed in the flat and fell asleep almost immediately. Thus began a whole new life in a different town. It wasn't perfect, but slowly she began to readjust to life without Sean and Katie around.

* * *

Nicole was half asleep on the settee when she heard the door slam loudly. For a minute she wondered why Danni had come back early. According to the clock on the shelf it was only half past nine and the concert was unlikely to be over yet. When Danni didn't appear in the room, Nicole reluctantly hauled herself off the settee and decided to go and find out all the gory details.

To her surprise, it was Rob, not Danni, who was stood in the kitchen staring pensively out of the window. 

"Hey," she said warily. Rob was supposed to be staying at Lizzie's tonight. He had mentioned a party and had gone off earlier in a good mood, dressed in a new shirt and looking pretty hot, although Nicole was reluctant to admit she had noticed what he was wearing.

"How come you're back early?" She tried again when he ignored her first conversational foray.

Sighing loudly, Rob turned round to face her and Nicole saw the lurid purple bruise forming around his left eye. 

"Oh my god!" she gasped in shock. "What happened to you?" His eye was already closing and by tomorrow it was going to look shocking.

Rob grimaced darkly. "I had an argument with an immovable object." 

"It must have been a very hard one..." Nicole smiled faintly. "Let me put something on that eye," she offered kindly. "I might be able to keep the swelling down if I do something quickly."

"Thanks." He sat down on the wooden chair looking miserable as hell while Nicole rummaged in the small freezer compartment searching for something, anything, to use as an ice pack.

There was a small bag of frozen peas lurking at the back of the box. Deciding they were never going to be eaten, she shut the door and wrapped them in a clean tea towel. "Here," she said, "This will have to do."

The makeshift ice pack was cold and Rob winced when she placed it gently on his eye. He could feel the frigidity beginning to seep into his skin causing the whole area to go gradually numb. It was just a pity his heart was incapable of doing the same. 

"Come on, tell me what happened," said Nicole quietly. "Who hit you and why?"

Rob paused before saying with a deep sigh, "Lizzie was being her usual self and flirting with all and sundry. One bloke was really coming on strong and I suppose I just lost it. I told him to back off and he started laughing, so I hit him." He laughed mirthlessly. "He was bigger than me and he hit me back..."

"And then what happened?"

"Then Lizzie threw a pint over me and told me I was a possessive lunatic. Last I saw of her she was leaving with the bloke I hit"

Nicole couldn't believe this girl was treating him so badly. Instinctively she reached out and hugged Rob tightly. "She doesn't deserve you," she said into his neck. His skin smelt faintly of beer and aftershave – not unpleasant.

Rob said nothing. He felt her arms wrapping round his neck and he wondered if she had any idea of the effect she was having on him. Somehow he doubted it. His misery receded and he began to enjoy the sensation of two soft breasts pressed against his chest. 

Suddenly she pulled back, her face turning pink. "Oh god I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that..." she said when she realised what she had done. 

"Hey, that's okay," Rob whispered, putting the ice down on the table. He looked at her intently through his one good eye. Her lips were a crushed raspberry colour and he could see the uncertainty in her face, attraction warring with fear of the unknown.

Tossing caution into the wind and firmly consigning Lizzie to past tense, Rob grasped the back of Nicole's head and kissed her firmly. For a second she froze against him, her body tense and her mouth closed. Then slowly she began to respond, lips parting softly and allowing his tongue access to the warm wet depths of her mouth. 

She tasted sweet and intoxicating and he deepened the kiss, pushing his hands further into her soft hair. The pain and discomfort of his bruised eye faded in the glow of arousal and her arm crept further round his neck, her body tilting forward until she was virtually sat across his lap. 

Rob broke the kiss and Nicole stared at him, her thoughts fuzzy and indistinct. Her lips felt swollen and tender, her body humming with desire. "I...err..." she tried to say, but the words wouldn't come. 

"I think we should..." Rob began to say until they both heard the front door open and bang shut again. Nicole jumped away from him like a scalded cat just as Danni breezed into the kitchen, her lips pursed in a scowl.

"Remind me never to go out with that wanker again!" she growled furiously before noticing her brother's black eye. "Fucking hell what happened to you?"

"Don't ask..." He turned to look at Nicole, but she had her back to him and was busily filling the kettle up with water. With a sigh he realised that the moment was lost, so he grabbed the ice pack and left the girls to discuss Danni's date. 

From the corner of her eye, Nicole surreptitiously watched him leave. Danni was busily relating the evening with Craig at the Blue Parrot Club, but Nicole didn't hear much of it. Her mind was reliving the feel of Rob kissing her and she felt her cheeks flushing hotly, so she quickly returned her attention to making the tea before Danni noticed.



Leap of Faith



It was getting close to midnight and neither of us wanted the night to end yet. I cast about in my head for a place to talk that didn't smack of awkward teenage hangouts. In a burst of inspiration, I directed Zach to a place not far from the restaurant. It was a pier on the bay, a few couples and some die-hard fisherman populating the large T-shaped dock. We made our way to a shadowy corner and leaned on the railing, looking out over the water. I breathed deep the briny air and sighed happily.

"I love it out here," I murmured as Zach slipped an arm around me. It was chilly but clear and bright and I unconsciously moved closer to his warmth. He pulled me firmly to his side and tucked the edges of his overcoat around us. I'd forgotten my own coat in the car.

We leaned on the rail for uncounted minutes, watching the lights shimmer over the water, breathing the salty air and verbally circling each other. Later I couldn't recall the conversation at all, but I knew we each were testing the other, syllable by syllable building a bridge from attraction and growing trust to true intimacy. Somehow, I ended up facing the rail, leaning on it slightly with Zach directly behind me, arms around my waist and chin resting on my shoulder. The curve of my hips fit so neatly against him it felt like I hadn't been whole until he was there, holding me like this. He wasn't holding me particularly tightly, nor grinding himself against me, but it was obvious he was very aroused. I kept still for a moment, savoring the feel of a man close to me again, his breath on my cheek, the murmur of his voice in my ear. With no more stimulation than being held, I was almost giddy with desire, and I felt my heart rate increase. 

If it felt this good with our clothes on, I wondered how he would feel against me naked. I was so in tune I could almost hear the same thought from him. Zach made no other move, and suddenly I realized he was waiting for a sign from me. Something to show him I was okay with going to the next level. A million things ran through my head. I could leave things as they were, let them unfold slowly, carefully, making sure I was ready and stable as we took each step. I could savor and test and watch things progress with exquisite care, logic and caution our guide as affection and attraction built. And trust. I should take it slow, and be smart. My head told me that, and some small part of my heart too, the bruised and lonely part that didn't want to chance losing someone again. I breathed quietly, warm in Zach's arms, and the silent debate in my head darted around like quicksilver. Before I realized I'd decided, my body, impatient with this unnecessary soul searching, turned around and dove off the cliff. More specifically, my hips flexed, just enough to stroke the length of him pressed behind me.

Logic and caution took a leap of faith in one small, sensual move.

I felt his reaction immediately. He pressed closer, enough that I shivered both with the sensation of being touched by all that male hardness and the realization that there was a LOT of it. I dizzily wondered if he'd fit. Zach's arms tightened around me, and his head turned slightly to nuzzle my neck. The shiver increased, and I gripped the rail in reflex. I glanced automatically around the pier, but no one was paying us the slightest attention, and Zach's overcoat shielded us from curious eyes. Then I moaned as Zach gently bit the spot where my neck and shoulder joined.

Soft kisses trailed up the side of my throat, his darting tongue teased the lobe of my ear, then nipped it, which made me jump a little. His hands had moved up in time with his mouth, and were cupping my breasts, rubbing in slow circles that made my nipples stand up and pay attention. My breath came out in little gasps and I realized I was unconsciously pressing my bottom against him, rocking my hips.

"Do you like this, Grace?" His low voice rippled through me, making me sigh. "Me touching you in public? Is it turning you on?"

"I…." Truthfully, after that first glance to check if we were observed, I had forgotten we were in public. I peeked around but saw no one watching and realized I was almost soaking wet. "Y-yes," I fumbled a little, my voice barely a whisper. "But it's mostly just…you," I added, feeling shy and confused, glad I wasn't looking at him.

Somehow with a flick of the wrists he turned me to face him, my back arched, his tall body looming over me. We were pressed tight, my breasts almost painfully smashed against his broad chest. I could feel the sharp edges of his tie bar through the thin silk of my dress. His hands slid down to cup my ass, yanking me even closer to him, and the heavy hardness of his cock rubbed against my belly. My gasp was swallowed by a kiss that seared to my toes. It was hungry and demanding and my hands slid up his back to cling to his shoulders. This was not gentle encouragement, it was a hot insistence that made me moan into his mouth. His tongue plundered the warm cavity of my mouth, and the fire he'd ignited in me rose into an inferno. I kissed him back with sudden fierceness, battling his mobile tongue with my own. I could feel a growl of approval low in his throat.

He shifted, and I was facing the railing again, automatically grabbing it to keep from stumbling. The move had been so quick I was a little dizzy, but before I could catch my breath he was pressed up against me, hands around my waist to steady me. His cock ground into me as he stepped us both closer, so I was nearly upright, forcing my arms to fold and rest on the rail. I felt him shrug his overcoat again so it was draped on either side of us, and then his hands moved. Softly skimming my body, outlining the curve of my hips, my waist, up to brush the sides of my breasts, then around to cup them, squeezing and weighing them in his palms. His left hand slipped under the vee of my bodice, expertly nudging aside the silky fabric of my bra, and the feel of the rough hand against my smooth skin made my knees weak. His right hand slid over my hip and cupped between my legs and I stiffened.

"Shhhh…" he soothed, nibbling on my ear and kissing just under the jaw. "I won't take you here. I want our first time to be perfect, just us. But…." his questing fingers stroked me through my dress and panties and I shuddered. "Just a little taste…" he breathed into my ear and I was helpless to stop him; I wanted him to touch me now. I couldn't move much but my feet shifted slightly, almost of their own volition. I moaned in protest when he moved his hand away, but he was only pulling aside the split skirt and before I knew what was happening, his hand was against me, flexing against my hot slickness, a finger sliding inside. I gasped and moaned and felt his teeth score my neck. My hips started to move, rocking gently against his big hand.

A second finger joined the first, plunging into my wetness and I spasmed, muscles clamping down. He probed deeper, curling his fingers and stroking with a sure touch until I was panting and trying to squirm, but he held me firm. His other arm snaked around my waist, keeping me upright. I didn't trust my legs to hold me up and leaned back, my head falling against his shoulder. His lips seared my throat and his fingers kept a steady motion that was driving me insane. When his thumb brushed my clit I shuddered again, then barely kept from screaming as it circled slowly, pressing that sensitive nub until I came so hard I was afraid I bruised his fingers. My knees buckled but he just tightened his arm and held me up. He didn't remove his hand from my panties right away, but his fingers slipped out of me and he rubbed gently, bringing me down from trembling ecstasy to something closer to sanity.

My sigh was interrupted when he removed his hand and I was turned around again to watch wide-eyed as Zach slowly brought his index finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, watching me intently. Touching his second finger to my mouth, my lips automatically parted and he slid it in. Our eyes locked, I sucked his finger sensually, enjoying the tangy sweet taste of me and the look on his face. He took back his finger, cupped my face and kissed me long and deep and I melted. Finally with great reluctance he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

"You taste sweet and exotic," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Like very good quality vanilla."

"The really expensive stuff you don't dare buy because you'll be hooked and never be satisfied by the six dollar bottle again?" Some imp in my brain teased him.

"Oh yeah," Zach grinned at the sally. "Nothing cheap about you. And I can afford the good stuff."

"Thanks," I said, not certain what we were talking about anymore. He noted the look and smiled, pulling me close. He took my hand and placed it directly on the front of his slacks.

"Feel that," his voice rumbled my ear, making me shiver. "You do that to me. I wanted you the first time I walked into the office. It's been torture keeping my hands to myself."

"Really?" I smiled, pleased.

"Really," he grinned at my small vanity and kissed my nose. "And Grace….I'm not going to anymore."

I didn't have a reply to that, just looked up at him, eyes shining. He kissed me again, slow, exploring every crevice of my mouth, making me tremble and move closer. My hand was still trapped between us, and he ground just slightly against my palm. Even through his slacks I could feel the hard shape of him, the slight throbbing that transmitted itself to my palm like the hum of an electric motor. My fingers tightened automatically, and I heard something like a deep purr.

"Touch me," Zach breathed in my ear.

"Here?" I squeaked, wanting to badly but suddenly aware again of where we were.

"Yes," he chuckled, but I heard the demand. I sneaked a look around but the dock was only occupied at the far end, two fishermen with their backs to us, and we were in shadow. Still, we were fairly exposed and I giggled nervously.

"That's naughty," I scolded, but stopped when I met his eyes. They were dark and hungry.

"You'll find," he growled, "I'm very naughty. And you will be too."

"Oh," my mouth suddenly felt dry. "Will I?"

"Oh, yes," he nodded gravely. "Why are we still talking about this?"

I felt mesmerized with his eyes boring into mine, and my fingers almost on their own found his zipper and tugged it down. I slipped my hand inside his fly, eyes widening in surprise when I found only him, and gripped gently. He was velvet and steel and too large to get my hand all away around. His eyes closed briefly, a small smile on his face. I stroked slowly and felt the rumble in his chest as he purred again. He kissed me hard, then leaned his forehead against mine, breathing a little fast. I watched his face, delighting what I was doing for him, and concentrated on a slow sensual rhythm. I don't know how long we stood there, but after a time he stopped me with one big hand, pulling my smaller one from his pants and kissing the palm. I felt his other hand quickly zip himself up.

"Enough, or I'll cum," he teased my fingers with his lips and tongue. "I want the first time I cum with you to be in you."

He got no argument from me.