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Oyster Creek Ch. 01

By: Soebek110



Daniel sat on the 13:15 train to Oyster Creek, sour-faced and miserable. The low, grey clouds, the encroaching cold and the settling gloom all conspired to lend the evening a foreboding look. Not that the rest of the day had gone well. Arriving in Portland International Airport at eleven in the morning had done nothing to clear up the jetlag from his thirteen hour flight out of London, especially not with the prospect of another four hours on the train in front of him.

Daniel hated trains. He'd never much liked them, and a daily commute from his sleepy town in rural middle England to the great heaving mass that was London had done little to diminish that sentiment. So when he found out he'd have to catch a cross-state train to Oyster Creek his reaction was not surprising, and it wasn't one of overwhelming joy. No, it was about as far from that as one could get without descending into a psychotic rage, and that annoyance had not much dissipated.

He had, of course, railed against the idea of going to Oyster Creek at all, particularly as the details of the journey had become clear. Not only a thirteen hour flight, but then another four hours travelling cross-country in a cooped-up metal tube, surrounded by sweaty passengers, noisy earphones and the omnipresent one-sided chatter of a mobile phone? No, thank you.

But he had no choice. His grandfather had retired, and the family business had passed on to his children, one of whom was Daniel's mother. The old man relinquished all control of the company, and apparently had thought long and hard as to whom he wanted to take up the post at Oyster Creek. Daniel's family were not great travellers, a trait that he shared, and the thought of upping sticks and journeying halfway across the world was not something that appealed to them.

The very fact that there was a branch in Oyster Creek at all had always surprised him. It was more a matter of historical sentimentality than economic prudence, Daniel felt, as his great-grandfather -- the founder of the family business -- had been from the small western US town and it had been his very first shop. Other than the first few decades of its existence it had never turned a profit, and was now nothing more than a general store. It didn't even share the name of the great corporate behemoth that the old man had gone on to found in Europe after he eloped to Britain with a young English woman. It appeared on no company accounts; a separate entity entirely, the general store was privately owned.

No, Daniel had found its existence annoying even before his grandfather had surrendered the reins of the company to his offspring. Why not just sell the damn thing? It had always seemed silly to keep hold of a small shop on the other side of the world, especially when it was nothing more than a pleasant memory of how things started. Who cared?

Daniel thought it was perhaps these views which had convinced the senile old bastard to send him to Oyster Creek. And here he was, to his great delight - the new proprietor of the "Oyster Creek General Store". His calling in life finally answered. Yeh, right.

He didn't even know what he was supposed to do once there, either. The only thing he'd been told was that the local hotel had a room booked in his name and that a girl named 'Jenny' was supposed to meet him at the station. He had no idea what the store even sold ('general' is not a product), or what his staff quota was. All in all, he was heading into the unknown.

It's not as if he'd been doing particularly badly back in the UK. He would admit that his career had slightly stalled, particularly after he'd been caught sleeping with his boss's secretary (who also happened to be his wife), but he was only twenty-four and he did not deserve this. Nobody deserved this.

Clearly, however, his family disagreed, and Daniel got the distinct impression that this posting was as much to do with getting him out of the way as it was any great gesture in improving his horizons. Still, he had little choice in the matter, and unless he wanted to be disowned by the entire Porter-Michaels clan then he had to go.

So he did.

He'd packed his things, said goodbye to his friends, given his ex-boss's wife one last seeing to whilst she was bent over the slimy bastard's own desk, and then left. The great American dream beckoned him; an epic story of sleepy mountain towns, a foreigner in a new land and a general store he already despised.

Excellent.

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The crunch of the sliding doors brought him out of his reverie, and he surveyed his companions with a glower. He shared this carriage with a rather rotund gentleman in a faded business suit, tapping away on a laptop keyboard and loudly chuckling to himself. An elderly woman sat by herself in the next set of seats thoroughly engrossed in her book, and a couple of fresh-faced teenagers -- complete with hiking gear -- finished off the group.

Daniel had a row of four seats to himself, with a folding table. He immediately stowed it away and stretched his legs out, lying sideways across the seats with his feet up on the other side. He opened his book and vowed not to speak to anyone for the entire journey.

As the train moved off, the fat man with the laptop stopped chuckling, evidently moving on to more serious subject matter, and the excited murmur of the pseudo-hikers was all that he could hear over the repetitive clack of the wheels. Not too bad, he thought to himself. Though it could be better. I could be alone in the carriage.

Or not even on the fucking train, in this fucking country going to take over a shop I know next to fuck all about with no fucking prospects and a family back in the UK who want nothing more than to get me out of their fucking way.

Daniel hated trains.

They'd been travelling for about an hour when the train made its first stop, pulling into a reasonably-sized station alongside a fairly empty platform. It was quite clearly an important stop -- the size of the building made that obvious -- but a quarter past two was evidently not the time that most people boarded. A small gaggle of commuters stood milling on the platform, and as the train glided to a halt they moved towards the doors.

Two people approached the sliding doors to Daniel's carriage; a tall man replete with baseball jacket and cap emblazoned with what Daniel could only assume was the logo of the team he supported, and a woman he could barely see, so tightly wrapped up in her thick coat was she. As the doors hissed open they stepped on, and, in an effort to make sure no one sat near him, Daniel refused to make eye contact, instead resolutely focusing on the words of the page in front of him.

They picked their way over to the set of seats adjacent to his and sat down, the fat man with his laptop ceasing his incessant typing in order to size them up. He immediately resumed it.

Daniel closed his eyes as the doors shut once again and the train lurched forward, trying to eliminate the sense of claustrophobia that was building within him. The sky outside was fading into grey even though it was only afternoon, and the last wisps of pleasant blue were glowing over the horizon. Clouds were setting in, seemingly almost kissed by the serrated tops of the pine trees that hurtled past with increasing speed.

The two newcomers had begun to chatter, and given their proximity Daniel could unfortunately hear their voices murmuring. Yet he couldn't quite make out the words, which was even more infuriating -- at least he could have a good eavesdrop if that were the case -- and he gritted his teeth. It wasn't their fault he was annoyed, he knew, and it would do him no good to snap at them. They were doing nothing wrong; who wouldn't talk to whomever they were with on a long journey? No, the problem is mine, and I'll just have to suck it up, no matter how annoyed I'm getting.

He buried himself in his book once more, zoning out the noise of the train around him. He'd done it before that stop and he was able to do it again, his mind drifting and becoming lost in the fantasy world of the novel. It was so very much more interesting.

He must have been reading for a good while when the train began to slow again, another station evidently nearing. He checked his watch: quarter to three. Not too long then, but it was only an hour and a half gone. Still another two and a half to go.

Daniel became aware of movement to his left, and he cocked his head slightly to ascertain what was going on. In no way did he want to give the impression that he was interested in what was happening, of course, but he wanted to find out nonetheless. It seemed that the businessman was packing away his laptop and collecting his belongings, his journey evidently over. The man in the baseball cap, too, was shifting on his seat, though his partner -- whom Daniel had still not seen -- seemed far less interested in moving.

As the train pulled into the station Daniel noticed that the platforms were totally empty. The sky was completely grey now, the threat of rain imminent, most of the light cast by the searing white artificial bulbs that pocked the station's roof. The cabin of the train itself had adopted a cool glow; easily enough to see by, but Daniel could appreciate that it wouldn't prevent a good sleep, either.

With a small bump the train stopped moving, and Daniel watched the passengers disembark over the top of his book. It was indeed the fat businessman and the sports fan who climbed off the train, strolling along the platform a good distance apart. Clearly Mr. Baseball had not taken his companion with him, and Daniel shot a brief glance over his shoulder to see if she was still there. She was, staring at her mobile phone (sorry, cellphone), idly pressing buttons and clearly bored out of her mind.

He still could not see her clearly, but what he could make out was certainly nice on the eyes. She had medium-length brown hair that fell just short of her shoulders, layered and straightened to frame her face in an appealing -- but almost certainly difficult to maintain -- fashion. She had a cute, pointed nose, wide eyes of a colour he could not identify in the light, and prominent cheekbones. Daniel would need a better look at her to really tell, but from a quick glance she was certainly very attractive. She still, however, wore her thick coat, despite the relative warmth of the train carriage, and he soon grew wary of looking at her for too long and returned to his book.

As the train pulled away from the station he glanced in the window. The inside lights had practically turned it into a mirror, and Daniel stared at his own reflection. His sandy blonde hair looked stylishly unkempt, and he was pleased at that. He was going for the 'I don't care what my hair looks like despite spending a not inconsiderable amount of time on it every morning' look. Yet his green eyes were not noticeable in the light, which saddened him somewhat; he had been told by his admirers that they were one of his best features.

Settling down, and with one last glance at the pretty girl behind him, he returned to his book. The train had built up speed now, and the world was hurtling past at an impressive pace. He checked his watch: three o'clock. Sigh.

Movement behind him caught his attention, and he watched through the reflection of the window as his attractive fellow passenger reached beside her and picked up her handbag. She grasped it, sighed with boredom and looked up...

Straight into his gaze. Shit! He quickly averted his eyes and returned them to his book.

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Another hour or so passed on the most boring journey of Daniel's life, and reading had begun to grow stale. He sighed, shutting the pages with a dull thud, and began staring out of the window once more. Of course, the reflective properties of the glass meant that he was really staring in, and he carefully watched the pretty creature that sat behind him. The elderly woman and the hikers had left the train at its previous stop, and so Daniel was now alone with this mysterious girl.

She had closed her eyes, evidently dozing, and it allowed Daniel to get a better look at her. She was still wearing her thick coat, no doubt owing to the open window that blasted cold air over her at the train's passage, but she nevertheless appeared to have drifted off to sleep.

He turned slightly, hoping to better see her form, and then turned some more. He had to admit, long journeys had a habit of making him pretty horny, and sharing the carriage with such an attractive young woman did nothing to curb those instincts.  

The train juddered, shaking slightly from side to side as it rounded a bend, perfectly safe on the tracks but startling him nonetheless. The girl's eyes shot open and ice ran through his veins as she instinctively glanced round the carriage, her eyes yet again meeting his.

Daniel held the gaze a fleeting moment, too horrified at being caught in such a lecherous act to know what to do, his cool demeanour totally shattered. It was then that his book slipped off the seat, knocked sideways by the train's sudden veer, and they both jumped at the loud bang.

He closed his eyes, and laughed. He couldn't help it; such a ridiculous combination of events, and there was amusement to be found in them. He didn't think he'd ever been quite so frustrated and embarrassed -- he had somehow managed to couple his anger at the posting to Oyster Creek with the very immediate red-faced horror of his present predicament -- and it all just came out. He howled with laughter, rolling onto his back and doubling over, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The girl, he was sure, would change carriages. As he gasped in air, his fit of hysterics finally coming to an end, he glanced at the window once again. She was still there and, stranger yet, she was smiling, her lips curled into what seemed a bemused grin.

"I'm sorry," Daniel spluttered at last, laughter still shuddering through him. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise."

"I'd hope not," she said in return, her voice indicating her amusement. Relief flooded through him -- at least she wasn't going to get pissed at his being caught staring, as she had every right to do.

"It's just... a combination of events, culminating in that embarrassment right there. I... can't really explain it, but it was funny."

"Try me."

Daniel sat up and turned to her, surprised at her demand. "Excuse me? You really want me to bore you?"

"Look, dude, I just caught you staring at me whilst I slept. That's a cardinal sin, but hey, I'm cool with it. Everyone has desires, right? But you owe me, and I'm really fucking bored. Tell me what was funny."

Daniel was taken aback. She stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "Well?"

"Er, sure. Do you mind if I join you rather than talk across the carriage?"

"Don't bother; it smells over here. That fucking laptop-man."

She stood up at that, and Daniel got the chance to really take her in. She was, he decided, stunning. She crossed the gap quickly and sat down opposite him; he decided to remain sprawled across the seats. Those nondescript eyes were visible to him now, and they were a lovely hazel colour.

"Well, er, I guess I was laughing at being caught staring by you. And that, coupled with why I'm here, just made me laugh." He shrugged.

"And what's so funny about why you're here?"

"That's a separate question," Daniel teased. "You only demanded one answer."

"I suppose I did. Ask me something in return then."

"Can you take off your coat?"

She laughed at that, and shrugged. "Sure." She stood up, unbuttoning the long, grey coat, and slipped it from her shoulders. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt underneath, which Daniel was delighted to notice was stretched across an ample chest. Very ample indeed. As she leaned over to place her coat on the seat next to her, Daniel couldn't help but wonder at the feeling of those large tits in his hands. Goddamn, this journey has made me horny.

She turned back to him then. "So, my turn. What brings you to my fine country? I see that you're English."

"You want the whole story or the condensed one?"

She checked her watch. "I've got a while. The whole story."

"Fair enough." Daniel sat more upright. "My family owns a large business empire in Europe. I worked for them until recently, when I was fired from my job, and so they sent me here. We own a general store out in a place called Oyster Creek, you see, a relic of my great-grandfather's. I'm to oversee it until such a time I prove myself capable of being recalled to Britain."

"That's pretty interesting!" the girl replied. "I was expecting something like, 'oh, I'm a tourist and I was staring at your tits.'"

"Then I'm sure you're glad to hear that's not true."

"Well, one part of it anyway, huh?"

Daniel looked away for a moment, his cheeks feeling a little hot.

"Ah don't worry about it, I'm kidding. Seriously, if I got pissed at people staring at my chest I'd have flipped out long ago. You're a man; I understand that makes you a pervert."

Daniel laughed and turned back to her, pleased to see a grin on her face. She gestured towards him. "Your turn to ask a question."

"What about you? What do you do?"

"That's two questions."

Daniel smiled. "Just the last one then -- what do you do?"

"I'm a college grad. Last year. Business with economics. Good degree, too, but fucked if I can get a job in this current climate."

"What are you doing for money then?"

"Hold up... it's my turn to ask a question."

"Bugger, I suppose it is."

"What's your name?"

"Daniel, but all my friends call me Dan. Pleased to meet you. And yours?"

"You've already asked a question, can't ask two."

"I did?"

"Yup, you asked what I was doing for money."

"You're bloody good at this," Daniel laughed, shifting around to put his feet on the floor. He no longer felt like sprawling. "So... what are you doing for money?"

"Working in a shop. It's pretty boring stuff, but it's paying the bills until I can get out of town. I want to be a high-flyer somewhere. Don't really care where. Portland; LA; Chicago; New York. Wherever, really."

Daniel stared at her. "I know you're waiting for me to bite, but it's your turn to ask a question."

A broad smile spread across her face. "You're learning quick. Alright, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four. And you?"

"Twenty-four... too. A mouthful," she giggled. "And it's my turn, again. What to ask?"

"Ask a question. My turn."

"What? No it's not."

"You asked a question. You said 'what to ask.'"

"You bastard!" She grinned at him, then reclined. "You got me."

"Where are you from?"

"Hah, I think you mean 'where are you living', but luckily for you the two are one and the same. None other than your destination, Dan -- Oyster Creek."

"Interesting."

"It is. Right, since you tricked me then I'm afraid I'm going to get personal." She leaned forwards again. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No. And if you're getting personal, so will I. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope." She paused a moment, as if thinking up her next question. A grin slowly spread across her face. "Remember, Dan, we're answering truthfully here. Were you staring at my tits?"

Daniel swallowed, then shrugged. She wanted honesty -- she could hardly be annoyed by the answer. "Yes."

She nodded, and smiled. "Your turn, Dan."

He wasn't tolerating this. Her questions were probing, and they were embarrassing him. Time to turn the tables.

"Did you enjoy me staring at your tits?"

She looked a little taken aback, then a thought seemed to occur to her. "A very good question, I wondered if you'd stoop to my level. No British charm in you, clearly." She winked. "But in answer to your question: yes, I rather did. Do you find me attractive?"


Oyster Creek Ch. 01



"Very," Daniel replied. "In fact I'm struggling to recall meeting a more attractive girl."

"Now you flatter me," she giggled.

Dan decided to lean forwards now, too. This was getting serious. "Do you find me attractive?"

"I do. Very, in fact. Are you horny, Dan?"

The questions were rapid-fire now, spoken in husky voices as they took on a decidedly salacious air.

"Yes." He paused then, very deliberately looking the girl up and down. "Would you rather I kissed you, or played with your tits?"

"I think I'd rather the kiss," she whispered back. "But..." she leaned forwards, her face closing on Daniels, "... can't I have both?"

"You certainly can," he growled. He closed the gap, pressing his mouth against hers as his right hand wrapped around her neck to hold it there. Her tongue pushed against his lips, and he opened them, allowing it to slip inside where it duelled with his own. His left hand was not still either, living up to his promise, and it lightly took hold of one of her large breasts, squeezing the wonderful mound. She moaned.

They stayed that way a moment, their low moaning and the clack of the wheels the only sounds in the otherwise empty carriage, and Daniel shifted further forwards to better kiss his beautiful companion. His right hand now dropped from her neck, joining his left on her chest, and he held them there, lightly kneading her breasts through her tight t-shirt.

Eventually she broke the kiss, lifting her arm to look at her wristwatch. "We've got twenty minutes before the train gets into Oyster Creek."

"Plenty of time for me to grope your chest then," Daniel murmured.

"I was thinking of something far more enjoyable, Dan. Forgive me for asking a question when it's not my turn... but would you like to fuck me?"

He stared at her lustfully, his hands still lightly squeezing her delightful chest. "Where?"

"The restrooms."

She stood then, grabbing his wrist as she did so. He followed her, and she pulled him down the aisle of the empty carriage. The carriages either side were deserted, too, though he could see little figures even further down the train.

"Should I follow you in a few minutes?" he asked as she opened the door.

"For whose benefit?" she giggled. "Get in here, Dan."

She grabbed a handful of his t-shirt, yanking him in behind her, and quickly shut the restroom door. She clicked the lock, and turned back to him. He no longer had to restrain himself, scared that they might be disturbed, and pressed himself against her, driving his tongue into her mouth. She returned the action, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close.

His hands slipped between them, once more finding her wonderful breasts and squeezing them through her t-shirt. As her own unhooked themselves from his neck and slid down his body, his fingers slipped underneath her top.

He pulled away and grinned at her as they pushed upwards, moving to grasp her breasts without the t-shirt in the way. He did so, groaning as he felt the silk of her bra beneath his fingertips, then the flesh of the lovely mounds. He squeezed, and she grinned mischievously at him, her own digits reaching his belt buckle and hurriedly undoing it.

Soon it was loose, and she unbuttoned his trousers (sorry, pants), tugging them down to his knees. His erection pressed against his boxers, and she raised an eyebrow approvingly as her hands hooked his underwear over it. His cock sprang free, and she licked her lips with anticipation, her right hand wrapping around its length.

"You've a lovely cock," she whispered, beginning to toy with his length. "I want it inside me."

Daniel did not need telling, dropping his hands from her breasts and instead unbuttoning her own jeans. They were soon by her ankles, and she lifted one foot free, leaving them still bunched around the other. Her knickers soon followed, the same treatment given to them, and Daniel resumed their kiss as his fingers found her folds.

"You're already so wet," he breathed, probing her soaking entrance.

She moaned. "How could I not be?"

Daniel stepped closer, taking hold of his cock as she released it from her hand, and angled it with her waiting pussy. Her hands returned to his neck, holding him tightly as his head brushed her folds, and they moaned into each others mouths as he pushed inwards.

Her tunnel swallowed every inch of his cock, his length soon surrounded by her hot, tight walls. Their tongues continued to wrestle as he started to move his hips, his member sliding in and out of her wet snatch, and he rested his hands on her hips.

She was moving into his thrusts, attempting to take even more of his cock, and Daniel broke the kiss to stare at the brown-haired beauty. Her hazel eyes glowed with lust, her mouth slightly open as delicious moans were drawn forth, and her hands held his neck tightly.

He dropped his right hand, taking hold of her left leg and slightly lifting it, angling her so that thigh pressed against his hip. She was on tip-toes on her left foot, and Daniel took the opportunity to drive harder into the stunning girl, enjoying the louder moans that this drew from her.

"Oh, fuck me, Dan!" she cried, holding his head firmly. Her eyes shone into his, and she bit her lower lip as pleasure coursed through her. "Harder, fuck me harder."

He did as he was told, slamming his hips against hers, delighting in the magnificent sensation. Were it not for the shuddering train all around them then -- two carriages away or not -- Daniel would have worried that they'd be heard. As it was they were probably safe, unless someone actively walked through their carriage.

Not that his thoughts lingered long on that topic, drawn as they were to the American who delighted in his cock. She moaned with every inward thrust, her entire body shaking with the force of their sex. It seemed to Daniel that she had been wanting this just as badly as he had, and the way she rolled her hips forward to meet him only led further credence to that notion.

The train veered to the right, and Daniel's left hand shot out for support on the wall. He grinned as his lover giggled, her own right hand having done the same, and rebalanced. Soon he was driving into her pussy even harder than before.

She left her hand on the wall for support as he did so, her moans become more frequent as her orgasm neared. Her thighs were tensing at the feeling of his cock ploughing her snatch, and the wet slap of their hips filled the tiny room.

Her walls tightened on his probing length, and Daniel could see her toes curling beneath the relentless onslaught of his member as her pleasure quickly grew. He, too, was nearing release, and he did not slow down.

"Where do you want me to come?" he groaned, feeling his balls start to tighten. He knew he would not last much longer.

"In me, Dan, come in me!" Her mouth dropped open, high-pitched yelps issuing forth. She was seconds away from her own orgasm, her entire body tightening, her fingertips digging into the back of his neck.

"Ah, fuck!"

He grunted the words out as his cock spasmed, his cum spurting forth into the gorgeous brunette. He half shut his eyes in the pleasure of it, holding her tightly as his twitching member fired rope after rope of jizz into her depths. At that same precise moment, his new lover's peak arrived.

"Oh my GOOOOD!"

His companion cried out, her eyes opening wide as her body seized up, her walls undulating along Daniel's length. She shuddered in his grasp, an orgasm searing through her, and he groaned again at the wonderful feeling as his cream continued to splash against her walls.

Eventually, the stream relented, and he gulped down air as he stared at the beautiful girl. She grinned, her eyes rolling back slightly as he slowly pulled his now-spent cock from her pussy, and it was a short while before either of them finally spoke.

"Thank you, Dan," she laughed breathlessly, reaching down to pull up her knickers. Her jeans soon followed.

"It was my pleasure," he winked back.

"I could tell."

At that moment the train began to slow, and the intercom buzzed into life. They were approaching Oyster Creek station.

"I need to get my things!" Daniel laughed, and his lover pushed open the door even before she had finished buttoning her jeans. He hurried to his belongings, quickly stuffing the book back into his suitcase as the doors hissed open.

The girl stood in the entranceway, making sure the train couldn't depart as he grabbed his luggage. Hauling it onto the floor, he leaned over to pick up her coat, then rushed from the train. The doors slammed shut as his companion let them go, and they both laughed.

"I don't think I've ever had to be quite so energetic after sex!" she exclaimed, looking at him with mirth as the train moved off. "Still, totally worth it."

Daniel looked around the empty platform, annoyed that there was no sign of the person who was supposed to be meeting him. It's not as if the train was early. Shaking his head, he turned back to his beautiful companion.

"Will I get to see you again?" he asked, passing her back her coat.

Her mouth twisted into a mischievous grin. "Almost certainly."

"What's your name?"

She giggled.

"Jenny."



Oyster Creek Ch. 02



Daniel stared at the gorgeous girl in front of him.

"Jenny?"

"Yup!" she giggled up at him, extending her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Porter-Michaels."

He took her hand, shaking it as if she were a new acquaintance and not someone he had just filled with his cum in a train restroom.

"Why didn't you tell me who you were?"

"You never asked."

"Actually, I did."

She grinned. "Ok, you never asked when it was your turn to do so."

He shook his head, extending the handle on his suitcase and starting to walk with her towards the exit of the station. It was gone five o'clock, and had just started to grow dark, the gloom not helped by the thick layer of cloud that sat over the land.

"But seriously, how come you didn't tell me who you were?"

She paused. "To be honest with you I thought it might stop you from... well, fucking me." She shrugged. "I thought you were hot, and I was unbelievably horny. When I saw you staring at my tits I thought there was a chance I might get to fuck you, but then I realised who you were. I didn't want you not to follow through just because I was an employee."

"So you avoided telling me your name."

"Exactly. I decided I'd deal with the consequences afterwards, because right then my only thought was getting your cock inside me." She turned to grin at him. "And, frankly, I don't regret a thing."

"As you shouldn't."

They reached a set of stairs, and Daniel pulled his luggage up them. The station was nearly entirely deserted; a few people sat in the warmth of the waiting room rather than on the platform, and a single attendant sat behind a glass booth looking bored out of her mind.

He and Jenny moved towards the exit, saying nothing as they did so. Daniel was still taking it all in. He wasn't particularly bothered by the fact that the girl he had just fucked was his employee -- though there were probably some legal and ethical issues there he was unaware of -- but rather that it meant he would be seeing much more of her. He was trying to wrap his head around how potentially amazing that was.

"Well, since I was supposed to meet you here to discuss my new shop, perhaps we ought to talk about that a little."

She laughed. "Probably."

"Where is it?"

"It's on Main Street, which is about four blocks from here. If you'd like I could open it up tonight, show you around?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Perfect, I'll see you there at seven? Just ask any cab driver for the general store -- they'll know where you mean."

Daniel looked down at his luggage. "And do you know anything about my hotel? I was told nothing when I left."

"Wow, your family must really hate you," Jenny laughed. "Ah, sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's fine. You're right; they do."

"What on earth did you get fired for?"

Daniel cocked an eyebrow. "Do you really want to know? You might disapprove."

"Well now I definitely want to know!"

"I was fucking my boss's secretary..."

"Wow."

"... who was also his wife."

Jenny laughed. "How often? Like, once?"

"More than that... maybe ten or twenty times more than that."

She giggled again. "I can see why they fired you, though I bet you have no regrets."

"Not really. I hated that place anyway."

"Well, you're staying at the Mountain Inn. I booked the reservation in your name."

"Thank you. I'll see you at seven, Jenny."

She stared at him a moment, a glint in her eyes. "So... you like to fuck co-workers, huh?"

"I suppose I do."

"I can live with that." Then she turned to leave.

Daniel watched her go, a smile playing across his face.

I like this girl.

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The hotel was pleasant enough, though rather lacking in amenities. Daniel would have rather been placed somewhere more luxurious but, given the details of this posting, he suspected his comfort was not at the forefront of his family's mind. They put him somewhere he had a bed to sleep in and that was pretty much it.

He collected his key from the receptionist and headed to his temporary home. Sliding the card through the lock, he pushed open the door and strolled into the reasonably-sized room. Not too bad, actually.

It could have been a lot worse, at any rate. It was clean, with what looked like a comfortable queen-sized bed, and large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the centre of Oyster Creek. From his fifth-floor vantage point he could see nearly the entire town.

It was of a decent size. Wikipedia had told him before he left that it had a population of a few thousand, and was the biggest town for a good hundred miles in this part of Oregon. A few taller buildings stood in its downtown, but even those barely hit ten floors. This place wasn't tiny, but it certainly wasn't a hive of activity, either.

Then again, I might enjoy that. I hated London, after all.

Daniel stepped away from the windows, setting his suitcase down on the bed, and glanced at the bathroom. It, too, was better-apportioned than he had been expecting, with a large walk-in shower and marble counter with a mirror. It had no bath, but that didn't bother him as he never used them anyway.

He returned to his bed, rummaging through his luggage until he found his laptop, and quickly plugged it in. Connecting the Ethernet cable, he booted it up, and sat down to compose an email. He felt that despite everything he ought to check in with the company to let them know he'd arrived.

'Here at the hotel in Oyster Creek. Going to look at the shop later. Will check-in soon.

Daniel

P.S. Hope you suffer horrendous car accident and die, you fucking bastard.'

Daniel paused, then bit his lower lip. Shaking his head with a sigh, he deleted the final line and sent the email.

He stood, stretching his arms, before thumping down onto the bed. He really wanted to sleep, but a glance at the alarm clock told him he did not have enough time to do so before his meeting with Jenny.

"For fuck's sake," he growled, pushing himself back into a sitting position. He climbed to his feet, grabbed his mobile phone and room-key and left the hotel. There he waited for the cab he'd asked the receptionist to call on the way out, and directed the driver to the general store.

The journey was uneventful, and he climbed out of the car at seven o'clock exactly, handing the driver a ten dollar note and telling him to keep the change. One thing he'd have to get used to over here was the lack of colours on the notes. Though that's probably the least of my concerns.

Jenny was waiting for him, still wearing her long, grey coat.

"Hi!" she said, stepping forwards and waving him towards the door. "Let's get inside; it's cold out here."

Daniel took a moment to look at the shop's façade as she unlocked the door. It looked faded, but not entirely unpleasant, although the sign looked a little worse-for-wear. Blinds were down on all the windows so that he could not see inside, but the outside looked bearable. A lick of paint and it'll be fine.

Jenny had opened the door, and Daniel strode through, pleased to feel the warm air after the temperate outside. It wasn't exactly freezing out there -- certainly when compared to the UK at this time of year -- but he'd forgotten his coat so it wasn't particularly pleasant, either.

She switched on the lights, bathing the shop in fluorescent glow, and he bit back a snort. The place was a mess; boxes were scattered over the floor, and dust had collected on the exhibits. The shelves were lined with tat; from plastic tourist nonsense and postcards, to stuffed animals and hunting equipment.

"This place is a disaster," he breathed, and Jenny murmured her agreement.

"I'm sorry you had to see it like this," she said at last. "I've been trying to improve it since I started here, but with no contact with the money-men back in your home country it's nearly impossible to get anything done."

"How have you managed to keep it open?"

"With great difficulty. We get barely any customers; sometimes we can go days without a single one."

Daniel looked at her, impressed that the place still existed at all.

"But now that you're here," she continued, gesturing in his direction, "we're kind of hoping we can make some changes."

He grunted in assent.

"With your approval, of course," she hastily added.

"Of course." He grinned at her. "I'm not someone who's been sent over to make your life hell, Jenny -- I'm here because the company need me out of the way for a while. Seriously, I can unlock the cash reserves this place has, but at the same time I'm not going to fire you."

"Glad to hear it."

"So, how many employees do I have now?"

"Three... well, four. There's three full-time staff - myself, Claire and Rodrigo -- plus one part-time -- my sister Lucy." She paused for a moment, regarding Daniel. "You know, you ought to come to mall tomorrow. My sister will be there; it'll be good for you two to meet if you'll be working together."

"She works there, or...?"

"She does different jobs at different times. I don't try to understand her patterns." Jenny grinned at him.

"Alright, I will."

"Excellent. Now," she motioned him to follow as she headed towards the back of the store, "there's something you'll want to see."

He obeyed, moving through the doorway at the rear of the shop, into a cluttered and dark storage room beyond. Jenny turned on the light. It was even more of a mess.

"There's your office," she sighed. He glanced at the small room, set into the corner of the larger space. It had floor to ceiling glass windows -- though blinds would mean he could get some privacy if he needed it -- and a single window that looked out onto the staff car park. He moved closer, and shook his head.

"That's going to need some work."

"Tell me about it. I never used it because I couldn't be bothered to clear it. There must be decades' worth of stuff in there."

She was right, too, Daniel could see. Junk was piled high in the dirty room, and though he could make out the shapes of a desk and a chair, there was little else he could discern. He'd need to chuck most of it away, of that he was sure.

He turned back to her. "I think we're going to need to keep this place shut for a while, though I still want everyone turning up each day. There's a lot of work to do. A whole facelift; we need to change everything, from the layout to what we sell. This place is a relic."

"I couldn't agree more," Jenny nodded. "Do we have the funds for all that?"

"I'll look into it, but places like this tend to keep money aside. I suspect you never heard about it because you weren't technically the owner of the store. I'll get us the cash."

"Excellent. It deserves better, this store."

Daniel smiled at her as he realised that she really meant it. To him, this was just a dirty old store he had been sent to as punishment, but to Jenny it was something more. Maybe I'll grow to love it.

He laughed faintly at the idea.

 "You alright?" Jenny was looking at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeh, I just thought of something funny."

"Not this again..." She giggled.

"Well, we're not on a train now, and I see no restrooms, so perhaps we ought to give this one a miss."

She looked down at the ground. "Yeh, this place is filthy. I'm not sure I'd want to be on my back against this floor."

Daniel laughed at the imagery, then motioned back to the front of the store. "I suppose we're done here for today, Jenny."

"Fair enough. Do you want a lift back home? I brought my car."

"Oh, thank you. Yes, that would be great."

"Follow me then."

He did so, watching her figure as she led him from the store. They paused on the pavement (sorry, sidewalk) briefly so that she could lock the door, before she turned to him with the set of keys.

"These are yours," she said, pressing them into his palm. "I have another set at home -- but I'm sure you'll want to be able to come here without relying on me to open it up for you."

"Thanks."

She set off then, walking back around the side of the store to the rear parking lot, where a single red car sat waiting for them. Its lights flashed as she unlocked it.

Instinctively Daniel went to what he thought was the passenger's side of the car, then turned on his heels as he remembered his mistake.

"Going to drive, are you?" Jenny laughed.

He shot her a mock-glare. "It's not my fault you have your steering wheel on the wrong side of the car."

"Hey, do you want a lift or not?"

Daniel laughed. "You got me."

He climbed in the correct side of the car, buckling up as Jenny sat down next to him. Soon they were on their way, the journey easy as there was virtually no traffic.

The hotel parking lot was devoid of life as Jenny pulled into it, only a handful of cars dotting its bare asphalt. Clearly, this was not a busy time of year for the Mountain Inn.

She pulled up alongside the guest entrance, and turned to Daniel with a smile. A thought occurred to him as he undid his seatbelt.

"Would you... like to come in for a while?" he ventured at last.

She glanced at her watch and scowled, looking up at him with genuinely sad eyes. "I'd honestly love to, but I promised I'd meet Claire in ten minutes."

"Ah, no worries."

Daniel turned to open the door, and was pushed back into his seat as Jenny put her foot on the accelerator. She flew round to the far side of the car park, pulling into a dark bay and turning off the engine.

"Jenny?"

"I don't have time to come inside, Dan, but that doesn't mean I can't blow you."

"Seriously?"

She bit her lower lip and leaned forward as she unclipped her seatbelt, her hazel eyes shimmering with a mixture of amusement and lust. Her hands were instantly on his jeans, unhooking his belt for the second time that day, and before Daniel could say a word she had his cock firmly in her grip.

"Seriously," she murmured as she leaned forwards, parting her lips to allow his rapidly-growing member to pass between them. Her mouth felt fantastic, his cock soon hard as she bobbed her head, and her tongue caressed his length as she devoured him.

"Oh my God, Jenny. That's amazing."

She moaned onto his length, the tiny vibrations causing extra thrills to run through him, and Daniel lightly rested his hand on her head as she took him further into her mouth, the tip of his cock slipping into her throat. She did not gag as he rested there, and he could only cry out his appreciation.

She pumped her fist on his now-wet length as she pulled back, leaving only the tip of his cock still between her lips, her tongue running over it. Daniel groaned again. He reached out with his right hand, running the fingers over her back through her t-shirt, before slipping them round to her front. There he grasped one of her large breasts, squeezing it as she once more took him into her throat.

The feeling caused her to moan again, which in turn caused Daniel to sigh in pleasure as the feeling caused her throat to vibrate. He was in heaven, and he closed his eyes a moment to enjoy the sensation.

"You're fucking good at that..." he sighed, opening his eyes and staring down at the beautiful brunette.

She turned her head and winked at him, kissing down the underside of his shaft. "I know."

Daniel groaned again and glanced outside. It was dark now, and they were hidden in the shadow of the parking lot's far corner. Unless someone was standing right by the car they'd have no idea what was going on, and yet Daniel still felt that extra little thrill that he wasn't meant to be doing this.

"You keep that up, Jenny, and I'll come."

"Mmm... good. I want to swallow your cum, Dan."

She took him into her mouth again then, bobbing her head more rapidly as her fist pumped along his shaft. He breathed out heavily, and gripped the side of the seat with his left hand as his balls began to tighten.

"Fuck, Jenny, I'm... fuck!"

He gripped Jenny's t-shirt as his cum erupted from his cock, spilling into Jenny's mouth. She moaned as she tasted the milky liquid on her tongue, and Daniel groaned out his delight as he came. His orgasm was potent, his mind revelling in the blissful feeling, and as his cream spurted into Jenny's mouth he cried out.

He sank down onto the seat as his climax faded, grinning as he watched Jenny swallow down his load. She licked her lips, shifting back onto the driver's seat and buckling her seatbelt.

"I'm sorry I can't come in, but I hope that made amends."

"It more than did, Jenny."

She smiled mischievously at him. "I'm glad to hear it. Now, get out of my car. I'm supposed to meet Claire and you've made me late."

"Sorry," he laughed, before pausing. "You know, I'll have to return the favour sometime soon."

"That you shall." She turned the engine back on again, and turned to face him once more. "And don't forget, Dan -- meet me at the mall tomorrow morning. Eleven o'clock."

He climbed from the car as she stuck it in reverse. "See you tomorrow."

"I look forward to it," she giggled as he shut the door, and she drove quickly from the car park.

Daniel turned to the hotel, and with a smile playing across his face, headed in. 



Oyster Creek Ch. 03



Urgh.

The beeping of the alarm had woken him, and Daniel threw his arm out to silence the annoying contraption. It connected, muffling the incessant noise, but despite his best fumbling efforts it would not switch off.

"Fuck you," he growled, hauling himself over to the side of the bed and squinting at the small machine, grimacing as he stabbed at the 'off' button.

It went quiet.

He sighed, looking at the time. Nine o'clock in the morning.

Hardly an unreasonable time to be getting up, Dan.

Scratching his designer stubble, he rolled onto his back, staring up at the patchy white ceiling of his hotel room. Light streamed through the thin curtains and he could hear the sounds of traffic out on Main Street, the other residents of this town already going about their business.

Get up!

"Alright!" he grunted, throwing aside the duvet with annoyance. He half-flopped out of bed, staggering towards the bathroom with a pained groan, and absent-mindedly scratched his ass as he turned on the taps.

Water splashed across his face as he flicked it with his hands, and instantly he felt better. He reached for his razor, preparing to trim the facial hair he spent so long shaping so that it looked like he spent no time on it at all, when a thought occurred to him.

Am I meant to be doing something today?

He paused, then sighed. Yes, he was. Today was the day he was to visit the mall and say hello to Jenny's sister. She was, after all, another employee.

"A part-time employee," he muttered to himself as the razorblade lightly kissed his cheek.

But he knew he had to call in nonetheless.

Urgh.

*****************************

The mall was absolutely heaving with people. The incessant drone of voices seemed to drown out Daniel's own thoughts, and he shook his head with wonder as he strode into the impressive structure.

I hated crowds back home, and I hate them just as much now.

He scanned the packed mass and was not at all surprised to find he could not see Jenny. They had arranged to meet near the entrance, but in such a press it was unlikely that he'd find her.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling down to his contacts and bringing up Jenny's number. A few button presses later and a text message was on its way.

It would take her a minute or so to respond, he knew. Even Jenny couldn't read and send a text in a matter of seconds, and he took that time to scan the crowd. He knew why it was busy, of course. The same reason he was here at all, given that he would normally have no desire to come to a mall at this time of day. Malls in general, fine, a person needed to shop and they could be perfectly pleasant if they were nice and quiet. But at midday on a weekend? No, thank you.

Glistening cars and trucks sat astride pedestals down the central aisle, held aloft like trophies. The flash of cameras glinted from their polished flanks, and swarms of adoring fans surrounded the bases of the plinths.

A banner caught his eye: 'Welcome to the Oyster Creek Car Show 2010!'

An annual event, no doubt, given the proudly emblazoned year after the name of the event. Just in case anyone couldn't remember the date, he surmised with a sarcastic shake of his head.

He still wasn't entirely sure why Jenny had been so insistent on his coming down her to meet her sister. He could understand that meeting his staff was probably a good idea, of course, but to do so outside of the shop, and on a weekend? Particularly when she was working elsewhere at the time.

At least this work won't interfere with the shop.

It was, after all, temporary. She was working the event, although he was entirely unsure in what capacity. Jenny had been sketchy with the details, embarrassed, no doubt, by the fact that her sister was probably picking up trash or similar.

Everyone has to start somewhere, though.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he slid it from his pants. The screen flashed: 'one new message -- Jenny'.

"I cn c u. w8 thr."

Text speak. He shook his head despondently. He was the same age as Jenny, yet didn't feel the need to write in code. Still, all your friends do, Dan, so maybe you're the odd one out.

He stood, the phone returned to his pocket, and a thrust his hands into his pants. The crowd whooped around him, the mixed voices -- of all ages -- an excited buzz about his ears.

His eyes found Jenny a few moments later, and she beamed at him. He smiled back, lifting his hands from his pockets to greet her with a hug. He might not have wanted to be here, but that didn't mean he wasn't pleased to see her.

And how could he not be? Her short brown hair was straightened as always, her hazel eyes glowing with their usual warmth. Stretched over her torso was a grey polo-necked sweater, the chest pushed outwards delightfully by the swell of her large breasts, and it was complimented by a pair of tight, very blue jeans. White trainers (sorry, sneakers) gleamed on her feet.

"I'm glad you made it!" she grinned, taking Daniel's arm and beginning to lead him through the press.

"Suddenly, so am I," he laughed back. She glanced up at him with amusement, clearly picking up on his undertone.

Shit, she looks gorgeous. Of course. He was half-tempted to pull her close and remind her that his hotel room was only ten minutes away.

He bit his tongue. There would, no doubt, be time for that later. For now, he was meeting her sister.

"So what does your sister do?"

"She's employed here at the car show for now," Jenny replied. "She does it every year."

"Good enough to be hired back, then."

"Oh, yes. Easily." Jenny paused. "What did you mean by that?"

Daniel regarded her a moment, his eyebrow raised. "What I said. She's obviously good at her job."

"But why mention that at all?"

"Why not?"

"It just seems... odd." She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know, really. I guess I thought you might have been a little embarrassed by whatever it is she does here. You wouldn't tell me yesterday, after all. I just wanted to remind you that whatever she's doing, she's doing it well."

A grin spread across Jenny's lovely face. "Aww, that's sweet."

She bounced up onto her tip-toes and gave him a quick kiss.

"The reason I didn't tell you what she did," she started, dragging him through the massed ranks once more, "was because I wanted it to be a surprise."

"A surprise?"

"Ah! There she is."

Jenny didn't respond to his question, instead yanking him to the left, to the crowd surrounding a very expensive looking sports car. Then he noticed that Jenny was pointing. At a girl in a short dress.

His jaw nearly dropped.

Her sister was stunning. Long and wavy blonde hair, creamy skin and a winning smile turned in their direction. Wonderful brown eyes glowed from the beauty's face as they locked onto Daniel, and he laughed inwardly as he realised they were nearly identical to Jenny's. And, like her younger sister, this girl looked amazing.

Unlike her sister, however, she was not dressed conservatively. Clearly, she was a model here at the show, and her attire reflected that. Shiny red pumps on her feet, which lead to long, smooth legs. She was wearing a short red dress, its tight hem coming to halfway down her thighs, and as she sauntered over to Jenny and Daniel he could not help that his eyes were drawn up her body.

To her huge breasts.

They were magnificent, pressed outwards like two pristine watermelons on her chest. They were well-constrained by the tight garment, but Daniel could definitely understand why she kept getting hired.

"See," Jenny giggled. "I knew you'd like her."

"I, er, don't know what to say..."

"Well say something, because she's almost here. And she just loves English accents."

She had arrived, greeting Jenny with a familial hug and a broad smile, before turning to Daniel.

"And who, Jenny, is this handsome man?" she said, her eyes surreptitiously scanning his body. Though not so secretly I didn't notice.

"Daniel; Jenny's new employer," he said, making a mock-bow before her. "Jenny's told me a lot about you."

"Not too much, I hope," she winked back. "But I am delighted to meet you." She extended her arm. "Lucy."

Daniel took her outstretched hand, raising it to his lips and planting upon it a delicate kiss.

She grinned. "Well that was a pleasant surprise, Daniel. I was only expecting a handshake."

"I apologise, Lucy."

"Don't, please. It was actually very charming."

"Of course it was," Jenny interjected. "He's British, after all."

"I can tell." Lucy looked at him then, and something approaching hunger seemed to flash across her eyes.

"Will you be around later, Lu?" Jenny asked.

"I certainly hope to be..." she said, still staring at Daniel. "Still, I suppose I should get back to work. Don't go too far, stranger."

She winked as she strolled away, immediately heading towards a group of middle-aged men ogling the sports car she was paired with.

Jenny laughed. "I think she likes you."

"I certainly hope so."

Jenny seemed to ignore the comment, or at least take it in her stride. She turned to him and smiled broadly. "Let's grab a coffee."

"Sure."

*****************************

The Starbucks was nearly as busy as the concourse, and it took them a long time before he could find a table. Eventually one freed in the far corner, and Jenny darted to claim it whilst he collected sugar from the condiments counter at the side. That done, he fought his way past the chairs and bags that clogged up the spaces between the tables, before finally collapsing down onto the wooden seat opposite Jenny.

"I don't think I've ever seen it this busy," Jenny said, putting away her phone. She'd been fiddling with it whilst Daniel had grabbed the sugar.

"The Starbucks?"

"I meant the mall itself, but yeh the Starbucks too."

"Surely it's always this busy at the car show?"

"I don't think so. Busy, sure. But this busy?" She waved a hand. "I don't think so."

"Maybe people are looking for cheaper days out in these economic climes."

"Could well be." Jenny smiled at him, and took a sip from her latte. "So, would you fuck Lucy?"

The question rather took him by surprise, and he swallowed a mouthful of his own coffee. It burned unpleasantly down this throat.

Jenny smiled at his discomfort, but seemed to await an answer.

"What? Really?"

"I won't be offended if you say yes, Dan. You're a man and she's gorgeous."

"Well, if you insist on the truth... then yes."

"I knew it," Jenny grinned. "And look... I'm not offended."

Daniel shook his head at her, and took another -- smaller -- sip of coffee.

"I bet you're glad you came to the mall now, huh?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I suppose. Although ogling your sister -- however pretty she might be -- would not normally have brought me out to these crowds."

"Oh? And what was so important that you'd rather be doing?"

"Nothing in particular," Daniel laughed. "I just don't like crowds. And then when I saw you looking like that, well..."

"Well what?" She leaned forwards, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I almost reminded you that my hotel room isn't very far away."

"A tempting prospect." Her voice was low, and the corners of her lips had twisted into a salacious grin. "A very tempting prospect. I'm glad you didn't voice it."

"You are?"

"An invitation like that would have been hard to turn down, Dan. And Lucy would have killed me if we'd not shown up... she's been burning to meet you."

"Has she now? And how would she even know I existed?"

"She enquired about my new boss. I made mention he was British." She winked at him. "And hot."

"Did you make mention of anything else?"

"No," Jenny replied simply. She settled back onto her chair. "But between my sister and I such things go without saying."

"Are you implying what I think you are?"

"I don't know, Dan... maybe you should find out for yourself."

She looked over his shoulder and grinned, and he jumped as a hand settled upon him.

"Heya," said a familiar voice, and he half-turned... to find his face pressed against something warm and soft.

Breasts.

"Shit, sorry," he said, pulling his head away hurriedly. Jenny burst out laughing, holding her hand to her mouth in an effort to keep the coffee in.

"Don't worry about it, hun," Lucy replied, smiling down at him. "Mind if I take a seat?"

"Go right ahead," he mumbled, his cheeks growing scarlet.

Lucy settled, turning to face her sister and raising an eyebrow. Jenny's giggles continued.

"Come now, Jen, you'll embarrass poor Daniel."

Jenny sucked in a deep breath, evidently trying to suppress the laughter that still shivered from her lungs, and looked at her sister.

"You're right, Lu. How has your day been?"

"Same as always, same as always..." she sighed. "Bunch of middle-aged men trying to paw at my tits. I don't mind the looking, it's the touching that gets me."

"Why don't you say something?" Daniel interjected, shocked.

"Oh, I do, don't worry. But it's not always worth it. Just walk away and don't cause a scene -- starting a fight with a potential customer is not particularly good for business."

"I imagine not. Still..."

Lucy turned to face Jenny, and gestured in his direction. "He's a real sweetie, isn't he? Looking out for me like that."

"He certainly is."

"I bet there's not a bad bone in his body."

"Well I wouldn't say that, sis..."

Daniel became aware that both women were staring at him. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Their stares are almost predatory, for fuck's sake!

Lucy shook her head. "Well, I needed this break, anyway."

"How long have you got?" her sister asked, reaching into her handbag as her phone chirped.

"About ten minutes. It's supposed to be my lunch break, but I've worked through most of it. Not that there's anything I can queue for in less than an hour here anyway, and at least I still get to sit down. And escape all the hands."

Daniel took her distraction as a time to take her in. Sat next to her sister it was immediately apparent they were related. If it were not for difference in hairstyle then he could see himself easily confusing the two at a glance. This close, of course, it was obvious they were not twins. Hair colouring aside, Lucy looked slightly older -- which she was, by four years -- and though their lovely faces bore much in common they were far from identical.

Not to mention those gigantic chest-pillows...

"... isn't that right, Dan?"

Jenny was talking to him.

"Huh?" He tore his gaze reluctantly from Lucy's tits. "Sorry, I was distracted."

Jenny smirked. "I can see. I was just saying that the shop is coming along well, don't you think?"

He stared at her blankly a moment, his mind still absorbed with thoughts of bouncing chests, before he could finally formulate a reply.

"Er... yes. Yes, it is. Very well."

Jenny shook her head playfully. "See the affect you have on people, Lu?"

"As if you've not addled poor Dan's mind already."

Jenny laughed, then glanced at Daniel. Her phone beeped again, and she paused to read the message.

"Urgh, I suppose I should deal with that," she groaned.

"Who is it?"

"Claire needs me to pick up some books for her. And I owe her a favour, so I guess I should go."

She stood, and Daniel made to follow her. She waved him back down.

"You might as well stay, Dan. Chat with Lucy for a while."

"Oh, alright. Are you coming back?"

"Probably not." She shrugged. "But don't worry, Lucy won't bite."

"Much," the blonde interjected with a wink.

"I'll give you a call later, Dan," Jenny said as she grabbed her handbag. "Perhaps you can... extend your earlier invitation once again." A mischievous glimmer danced across her features.

He grinned. "Perhaps I can."

"Well, I'll see you two." And with that, she left.

Lucy turned to him, a playful smile on her face.

"Looks like it's just us two left then. Well, I'll start the questioning. What brings you to our fine town?"

"The convenience store," Daniel replied. "I was sent here."

"It was really just for one little shop? I had trouble believing that when Jenny told me - hardly seems worth sending someone from the other side of the world."

Tell me about it.

"Ah, it's not so bad. The company's nice, after all."

Lucy giggled. "Charmer."

There was a moment's silence before Lucy spoke again. "And what do you think of my sister?"

Daniel paused. Do I need to choose my words carefully here? "She's... lovely."

"She's a slut!" Lucy laughed. "But I love her for it. Why not, after all? What silly rules stop a girl enjoying herself?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to say..."

"Come on now, Dan, I know what my sister's like. How did she make her move? At the shop? Did she at least wait until it was closed?"

He eyed Lucy a moment, wondering if he should be talking about this. Fuck it.

"It was on the train, actually."

"The train? The one from Portland?"

"Yeh. She and I were in the same carriage. She caught me ogling her, we got chatting, and then one thing led to another..."

"Did you do it... on the train?"

"We might have done."

"Oh Jenny, bravo!" Lucy grinned. "My sister ever makes me proud."

"You two are a very strange pair," Daniel said with a smile. "Not that I mind."

"Good." She stared at him for a moment, those brown eyes glimmering with what Daniel could have sworn was lust. "Shall we... go someplace else?"

"Sure," Daniel agreed, standing. He watched on approvingly as Lucy did the same, the tight red dress hugging her amazing figure. "Where?"

"Somewhere quieter... and private." She winked at him. "I'll lead the way."

Yeh, that was definitely lust.

*****************************

Lucy winked at him as she pushed open the door labelled "staff only", and hurriedly pulled him through.

"Should I be here?" Daniel whispered, glancing around. This was clearly the storage area for the car show, doubling up as a backstage for the performers. Girls dressed similarly to Lucy strolled about -- on their own lunch breaks, no doubt -- and mechanics stared after them and hooted with laughter.

"It's fine," Lucy giggled. "You're just another employee, chatting to a friend as we have our breaks."

"And where are you taking me?"

"You'll see." She winked and strolled off, waving at a group of men who wolf-whistled as she passed.

They came soon to another door, and Lucy glanced around before pushing it open. She grabbed his wrist and tugged him in behind her.

It was a locker room, though a tad more luxurious. Underwear and clothes lay scattered on the floor, a line of mirrors set against one wall suggested to Daniel that this was where the girls came to get changed.

"Anybody here?" Lucy called out, pausing a moment to wait for an answer. None came. "Excellent."

"Ok, I'm definitely not meant to be here, am I?" Daniel asked, staring at the lovely blonde.

"No, you're not," she said with a small smile, wandering over to the nearest changing booth. She pushed open the door. "You can leave if you want..."

She stepped inside.

"... or you can come here and fuck me."

Daniel grinned, closing the ground between them in a matter of seconds, and wrapped his arms around the beauty. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and hers responded, her arms tightly wrapping around his back as the door to the changing room slammed shut.

She broke the kiss, leaning outwards from his embrace to click shut the lock, before turning back to him and once more pressing her lips against his.

Daniel could not keep his hands still. They travelled up the sides of her slender body, the material of the dress bunching slightly beneath his touch, before he slid them round to Lucy's front and grasped her huge breasts through the garment. She moaned.




Oyster Creek Ch. 03



"You've been waiting a while for that, haven't you?" she breathed, her left hand unhooking from his back and making its own journey down the front of his body. "Well it's only fair I get to grab something now, too, huh?"

Daniel groaned as her hand found his cock, stroking it gently through his pants.

She looked at him approvingly. "Mmm... big boy."

Her right hand had joined her left now, and together they unbuckled his belt, tugging his pants down to his knees. Her delicate fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxer shorts, and she gently pulled them down.

His cock sprang free, and she grinned wickedly up at him, her right hand instantly wrapping around his length. Her lips parted, and she leaned forwards.

"Oh fuck, Lucy..." The feeling of her mouth was exquisite, and he stared down lustfully at the blonde beauty who now devoured his cock.

"Mmm..." was all she could reply, her mouth full of his member. Her tongue danced around its tip even as her right hand pumped his shaft.

He leaned back against the wall of the changing room, reaching forwards and running one hand through Lucy's hair. It was soft to the touch, and he lightly grasped it, ready to pull it away if she gave any indication that she didn't like it.

No sign came, and he left it there, holding her head as she pulled her lips free of his cock, instead beginning to kiss down the sides of his length, her tongue sweeping out periodically as if she were eating an ice lolly (again, sorry, I mean a popsicle).

He paused as voices filled the room, the outside suddenly louder. Shit! Someone's just come in. He looked down at Lucy, expecting her to stop... but she didn't. Instead, she winked up at him, suddenly pumping on his shaft and sucking his head into her mouth.

He bit back a groan, and the corners of Lucy's mouth twisted into a grin even as his member further slipped between her lips.

The voices carried on, growing closer as they walked to the far wall of the room -- to the mirrors, Daniel suspected. There were two of them, both women -- of course -- and they were totally oblivious to what was taking place ten feet away.

Lucy sucked down hard on his shaft once again, and he closed his eyes with pleasure. She had begun to bob her head, the wet sucking sound seeming to fill the entire room, but the pitch of the voices did not change and he guessed they could not hear it. No doubt he was being paranoid, and he glanced down at Lucy again. She still stared up at him wickedly.

He could stop her, of course, if it bothered him that much. But he didn't want to -- it was far too enjoyable to pull her mouth from his member. Instead, he worried.

The voices changed, and one approached quickly. Daniel held his breath, and Lucy stopped bobbing on his cock. Instead, she took him into her mouth as far as he would go, the tip of his head slipping into her throat.

He groaned, but the sound was drowned out as the changing booth door next to theirs swung open. The sound of rustling clothes, and it became apparent that one of the girls was changing. Their conversation did not stop, only increased in volume so that they could talk through the door.

Lucy seemed to take that as an invitation to be loud once more, resuming her noisy sucking on Daniel's cock, and now lightly grabbing his balls as she did so. He looked down at her lustfully, and he felt a faint vibration as she giggled quietly onto his member.

Suddenly, the noises behind Daniel stopped, and the door to that booth swung open once more. A murmur of approval from the girl who had remained outside, and then the main door was opening again. It shut, and silence remained.

Daniel was quiet a few moments; even as Lucy's wet sucking became the only noise in the otherwise empty room. He gripped her blonde hair more tightly, and guided her head from his cock.

"You fucking devil," he grinned at her. She stood, her right stand still pumping on his member.

"I wasn't going to let a little company stop me eating your cock," she giggled. "I didn't have any lunch, after all."

Daniel growled at her, pulling her close once more. She willingly obliged, pressing herself against him, and they remained that way a moment. His hands slid up the front of her body once more, again grasping her huge breasts through the tight, red dress.

She pulled away from him, and he looked down at her chest. He so wanted to press his face into the soft pillows of her flesh, but knew he would not get the chance. She was, after all, due back at work.

"Your break has finished," he breathed, staring into her deep brown eyes.

"It has... so you best get on with it."

She turned away from him at that, reaching down and grasping the hem of her dress. She slowly pulled it up over her ass, bunching the material around her waist, and Daniel's hands were instantly on her underwear. He tugged them down, her glistening pussy revealed, and ran his fingers down her folds.

"Oh, I need to get back to work," she moaned, looking at him with need. "So please fuck me."

Daniel didn't need telling twice. Her pussy was already soaking, and he stepped close to her, lining his cock up with her wet entrance. He slowly pushed inwards.

"Oh my God..." she moaned, reaching out and placing both her palms on the door. She pushed her hips back against Daniel's.

He grunted in pleasure, moving his hands to grasp her exposed ass, and started to slide his member in and out of her snatch. Normally he might have been more restrained to begin with, but as Lucy had just pointed out, they didn't have much time.

"Fuck, your pussy feels amazing..." Daniel groaned, enjoying its hot tightness as he fucked her. Even through the tight dress her breasts shook, and his pelvis slapped against her ass already. Their pace was not gentle.

Lucy moaned again, more loudly this time, and her pussy shivered along his length. Her wavy blonde hair was messy over her back, and he reached forwards to grasp a handful of it even as they continued to fuck.

He did so, pulling her head up, and she moaned again yet more insistently. Her eyes were shut, her mouth hanging open, and her entire body shuddered with the impact of his cock. Her snatch welcomed it in so delightfully, and Daniel did not relent.

He delighted in the sight of the buxom blonde before him, who trembled with the growing pleasure of their sex. Hundreds of men had spent all day staring at her magnificent body, yet it was him who was actually being given it. The thought drove his passion to greater heights; that this beauty had chosen him caused his hips to drive against hers with alarming vigour.

Lucy did not mind. Indeed, the increasing volume of her moans seemed to suggest she rather appreciated it, and he grinned wickedly as his cock pummelled into her snatch.

If only he could tear off that tight, red dress, but no, another time... besides, it lends this sex a taboo feel. They weren't meant to be in here fucking, yet their passion had dictated that they were.

Daniel groaned, holding her ass more firmly as he noticed his balls were twitching.

"Oh fuck, Lucy, I'm going to come."

She opened her eyes, turning her head. "Me too, Dan, me too. Please, fuck me. Fuck me... fuck me..."

Her moans were loud, bordering on cries. If anyone had walked into the changing rooms then they would have had no doubt as to what was going on, but it couldn't have mattered less to Daniel. He was much too close to care.

And given the noises this wonderful woman is making, I don't think she's worrying about discovery, either.

He slammed his hips against hers, delighting in the sight of her bent over in front of him. Her palms had slipped on the door slightly, her mind not focusing on keeping them in place, and as his balls tightened he cried out.

"Lucy, I'm... ah!"

His cum shot forth, spraying against the blonde's walls, and he grasped her bare ass tightly as he filled her womb with his cream. Her eyes opened wide.

"Oh, FUUUCCKK!"

Lucy shrieked out, her own orgasm erupting inside her simultaneously, as if she enjoyed the thought of his jizz splashing against her walls. She pawed uselessly at the door as the climax throbbed through her, and Daniel enjoyed the beautiful sight of her release even as he came.

At last he was done, the final few drops of his cream milked from his length by Lucy's rippling tunnel. He exhaled shakily, stepping back and gasping at the feeling of his cock springing free from his lover's entrance.

Lucy, too, shook with delighted mirth, and she slowly pushed herself upright using the door, thumping back against the wall. She stared at him with a grin.

"That was the best break ever," she said quietly, still sucking in air. She looked down at her clothes. "Though I suppose I should get back to work."

She reached for her ankles, pulling her knickers back up before tugging the dress back down to her thighs.

"I never got to see your tits," Daniel laughed. "We didn't have enough time."

"Mmm... well that gives you something to come back to me for, doesn't it hun?" She stepped close to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Daniel placed his own hands on her ass.

"I suppose it does."

"And don't forget Dan... I work for you. You'll be seeing a lot more of me."

She winked and pulled away, opening the booth door and moving to the changing room exit. She paused. "Dan?"

"Yes?"

"When you see my sister later tonight, tell her she was right."

Then she blew him a quick kiss and disappeared from the room.

You know what, this town might not be so bad after all.



Oyster Creek Ch. 04



Daniel unlocked the door to the Oyster Creek General Store and stepped into the gloomy room beyond. The dusty shop-front looked almost ominous in the darkening afternoon light, and he closed the door behind him with a sigh. He flicked the light switch, bathing the dirty space in a lurid yellow, and moved into the storage space beyond.

His office was in the corner and he stepped through the entranceway into the cluttered mess.

This is going to take some work.

He grimaced, glanced around, then set about clearing.

It was a boring job, and he would rather have not been doing it, but Daniel knew the room would have to be sorted sooner or later, and he ought to have it done by the time the staff came in Monday. For one thing, he'd want to be keeping an eye on their work rather than spending all day tidying his office, but more importantly nothing set the tone like a good first impression. A clean space of his own would not only look good to his employees, but it would get across what needed to be done in the rest of the store.

He grabbed a trash bag from the corner and began scooping loose items into it, grimacing as dust filled the air. But soon he was making visible progress, and as the black plastic bags piled up against the far wall of the storage room more and more of the office was revealed.

There were a desk there; large and not in too bad condition. A bit of cleaning would see it in a perfectly usable state, and Daniel couldn't help but be pleased at that. It actually looked like a rather ornate and antiquated piece of furniture, and he felt a little sorry that it had been so poorly looked after. Still, it appeared to have survived the unpleasant details of its storage.

Eventually, he was done. The room was cleared, if still dirty, and he glanced around to ascertain his next move. It needed scrubbing and dusting, but was otherwise acceptable. Some things -- like the office chair -- would need to be replaced, but what was currently there would suffice until he could get a new one.

He paused, then set down the final trash bag, returning to the office with a small smile. Back in London he'd had his own office, too, though it was much larger and brighter than this one. But that was before he had been demoted for his affair with the boss' wife, and so the thought of having his own office once again brought a sense of satisfaction to him. Though he did not want to be in this sleepy town, he could at least feel professional whilst he was there.

He sat down on the chair, pleased to note that, although he did intend to replace it with a more expensive one, it was not going to collapse under his weight. He set his hands on the desk, glancing round the room. A potted plant there, a picture frame there... yes, I could turn this into a perfectly respectable office space.

His hands stroked the top of the wood, and it was then that the drawers caught his eye. Large, ornate bronze handles were set into the dark mahogany, and he reached down to pull one open. It slid out easily, though his was disappointed to find it empty, and he moved to the next.

It was stuck. At first he thought it was locked, but the way in which the drawer would not move suggested more that the wood had just warped over the years. He grimaced, pulling harder on it, and at last it flew open, smashing into his shin.

"Fuck it!" Daniel roared, recoiling and grasping the throbbing site of the blow. He quickly rubbed at the affected area, hoping to soothe the pain, until he was distracted by the documents that rested in the drawer.

He reached forward, pulling them free, and set them on the desk. He looked for a lamp, but could not find one -- something to add to the shopping list -- and so instead had to squint against the dull light of the single bulb that hung overhead.

'The Last Will and Testament of Stanley Porter-Michaels'

My great-grandfather!

Daniel leafed through the document, fascinated by what he saw. A yacht here, a multi-million dollar business there - so that's where Cohort Enterprises went... - there was nothing particularly out of the ordinary, but it still held Daniel's rapt attention. He was sure he wasn't supposed to be reading this, and that taboo edge made him delve deeper into the will.

Something caught his eye, and he leaned closer to thoroughly read it.

'And the Oyster Creek General Store, my pride and joy, I leave to Susan Birch and her lovely husband Mark. They deserve it.'

Daniel froze. He dropped the will back onto the desk, hurriedly reaching for the employment register he had found earlier in the day, and pulled it open. Running his finger down the list of ex- and current employees, he came to the four that worked for him now. Claire Harrison, Rodrigo Sánchez, and Jenny and Lucy... Birch.

Surely not?

He carefully put the book back down on the desk and reclined in his chair, his eyes drifting thoughtfully to the ceiling.

They've not inherited this store. They can't have done.

He leaned forwards again, checking the two documents once more. The information hadn't changed as he pondered its significance, and it was with a confused shake of his head that he replaced the two items in the drawers.

How had this happened? Surely his family would have known about this? Or, even if they hadn't, the Birch family would have done. Why would they let their inheritance go unclaimed? Unless they didn't know, which Daniel supposed was always a possibility.

This needs research.

But not now. He was tired now, and this was a weekend after all. Checking his watch revealed it to be gone five, and a gloom was already settling over the town as night fell. He was unlikely the find the record's office open this late, and even if it were he was not in the mood to dig into their archives.

He stood, sighing as he left the small office then the shop, locking the door behind him and reaching for his phone. The cab he called said it would take five minutes to get there, and as he pulled the mobile from his ear a thought entered his mind.

His eyes swept down his contacts list, and he smiled as he pressed the call button.

The phone rang a few times, before a familiar voice picked up.

"Heya Dan!"

"Hi Jenny."

"How was your day? And Lucy?"

He paused, not knowing how to answer. Was she really asking what he thought she was? "It was... alright."

She giggled. He rolled his eyes and continued. "I just wanted to extend that invitation we discussed earlier."

"Oh yes? Where should we meet?"

"Well, I'm just getting a cab back to my hotel room now, but after I've dropped off some stuff then anywhere is fine."

"Nah, don't bother. I'll come to you, and even better, I'll bring dinner."

"Sounds like a plan, Jenny."

"See you in thirty minutes!"

The phone clicked dead, and Daniel smiled. The evening was looking hopeful already.

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Jenny was almost completely on time, knocking on his door only a few minutes after her guessed thirty had elapsed. He was impressed by her punctuality; he knew he had a habit of turning up late to social engagements.

He opened it, and smiled. She was wearing the same outfit she had been at the mall, and he invited her in with a wave.

"I hope you like Chinese," she said, hoisting two brown paper bags into the air in front of him. "It was nearby, and I love it."

"I don't mind it."

She placed the bags on the small table of his room, before looking round. "Cutlery?"

Daniel's face fell. "Um... no." He shook his head with a wry smile. "I suppose I should call room service for some forks."

Jenny giggled at that, then grinned at him. "No need, no need. I brought some from the takeaway; I figured you'd not have any."

"Impressive thinking."

"I'm glad you think so." She paused, her eyes scanning his body, then winked. "I hope my thinking is not the only thing you find impressive."

Daniel gazed at her lustfully, salacious thoughts spinning through his mind. "Want me to show you what else?" he murmured.

She grinned. "After dinner, sure. But right now, I'm starving!"

Daniel laughed, closing the gap with her and taking the brown bag that she proffered towards him. She was right, too; he was ravenously hungry, and sex was always better when he wasn't thinking about his stomach.

He waved her to the chairs that overlooked his meagre view, and after Daniel had poured them both a glass of cheap American piss-water (sorry, Budweiser), they settled into their seats and began to eat their Chinese. For a few moments neither spoke, both too occupied with their hot, filling meals to bother engaging in conversation. Not that the silence was rude; they frequently made eye contact and grinned, even as no words were exchanged between them.

At last Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but Jenny got there first.

"So, how was my sister?"

He eyed her coolly once more. He still did not know how to answer. "She was fine. She left to go back to work."

"I'm not talking about her well-being, Dan. I'm wondering how she was when you fucked her."

He spluttered. He was getting to know this girl and her filthy tongue, but she still sometimes took him by surprise. "Jenny, that's your sister!"

"I know. It's not like I'm watching you or anything, Dan. I just want to know if you fucked her, and if it was good."

"Seriously?"

"Would you stop evading the question!"

"Alright, alright." He stared down at his noodles, before shaking his head. "Yes, I fucked her. And yes, it was brilliant. "

A grin spread across Jenny's face. "Good."

"And she told me to tell you that you were right."

Jenny face creased with amusement, and she reached to swig from the glass of Bud.

Daniel pressed on. "Mind telling me what you were right about?"

"You can't guess?"

"I suppose it's obvious, isn't it?" he sighed.

Jenny laughed. "Yes, it is." She paused then to take another gulp of the lager. "Did my sister give a good account of herself then?"

"She is a stunning and voracious woman."

"'Voracious'... I like it."

"I hope so, because I was about to use the same word to describe you," Daniel said with a wry smile.

Jenny laughed again, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "I was going to say it was a Birch family trait, but then... you've not met Claire, have you?"

He paused. His other employee. "No, not until Monday."

"I'd watch out if I were you," she winked back at him. "Maybe there's something in the water here."

Daniel smiled, enjoying her implication, and took another mouthful of noodles. A second's pause followed as they both chewed their meals.

"So how long have you lived in Oyster Creek?" Daniel asked at last.

"All my life."

"You live on your own?"

"No, with Lucy. Our parents moved out a year or so ago."

"And they left you the house?"

Jenny nodded, then smiled. "Yeh, my mom had a few shares up in some company in Chicago -- she's from there originally -- and she sold them on a couple years ago."

"Were they worth much?"

"About three-hundred thousand dollars." She looked over at Daniel, then shrugged. "They used the money to move to Florida."

"Nice."

"Yeh, I guess so. They call a lot; we're still close. Best part is they gave the house to Lucy and me."

"You have any desire to follow them?"

She shook her head. "Not really. I mean, I'm not fond of the heat. Don't get me wrong, I like hot places on vacation, but to live there? Nah."

"I agree," Daniel replied, before shoving the remaining noodles into his mouth. He swallowed before continuing. "I enjoy holidays as much as the next person, but to have that heat every day... it'd just be unbearable."

"Maybe you'll like it here then," Jenny laughed, placing down her own empty noodle box. "It can get hot in summer, but it's not that hot all year round."

"Yeh, it's only slightly warmer than it is back home." He looked over at Jenny, then out of the window. The evening sun was retreating quickly behind the horizon. "Maybe this won't be so bad."

"You really didn't want to come, did you?" Jenny asked after a short while.

Daniel took his time answering. "Truthfully? No. Not at all. I was comfortable back in England. I earned enough money, had decent prospects. Life was good."

"Until you fucked your boss's wife, of course."

"Yeh, until then," he grimaced.

Though in all honesty I don't think I was really going anywhere before that, either.

"I suppose this makes a change, though. It might do you good." Jenny smiled at him, motioning all around her. "This place is invigorating if you approach it right."

"I hope so. I mean, I really do. I think my family will be sending someone over in a month or two, to check up on my progress with the shop. This is a testing ground, I reckon."

"To see if you can handle it?"

"Yeh, something like that. If I fuck up then I'm done; if I succeed they might let me go home."

"They can't stop you going home, surely?"

"Well, no, they can't actually stop me. But I'd have nothing when I returned. No family, no job, no house. I'd have fuck all money and my friends would barely speak to me anymore."

"Not really friends then, are they?"

Daniel sighed, glancing at his lap. "No, I guess they're not."

They sat there in silence a moment, as thoughts spun through Daniel's head. This was not how he had intended this night to pan out, with him opening up to his new employee. But it was all true -- he had nothing to return to, not unless he made himself a success here. If he failed... well, that just didn't bear thinking about.

But what if I do fail?

"Well," Jenny said at last, standing from the comfortable chair and grabbing hold of the cardboard noodle boxes. "At least you've got a chance, you know? That's more than can be said for a lot of people."

Daniel looked over at her. She was right, of course. She seemed to always be right. "Yeh."

She dropped the trash into the bin, then turned back to face him. "I have a question for you."

Daniel's eyebrow raised at the mischievous glint that entered her eye. This was not going to be a normal question. "Go on."

"You said you didn't have many friends, at least not proper ones."

"I suppose not. Thanks for reminding me."

She laughed. "I just wondered... did you ever fuck your friends?"

He looked her over, his eyes narrowing slightly. She loved learning about his conquests. "Well, yes. I did."

"Phew," she giggled, elaborately mopping her brow. "I was worried that we couldn't be friends."

"Oh?" Daniel grinned, slowly standing. It was obvious where this was leading. "And why would that be?"

"Well, if being friends meant you couldn't fuck me then I couldn't let us be friends, Dan. At least not for the next few hours..."

He stepped close to her then, wrapping his arms around her waist as a mischievous smile spread across her face. She opened her mouth, no doubt to make some smart-ass comment, but Daniel stifled the voice with his lips, pressing them against hers. She didn't seem to mind too much, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him back, their tongues twisting against each other as their passion ignited.

His hands dropped lower, running over the fine grey sweater that she wore, before reaching her ass. It felt good even through her tight jeans, and he couldn't resist giving it a quick squeeze. She giggled into the kiss, and her own arms roved over his back.

He dropped his hands to her waist, where his fingertips hooked underneath the soft, grey top, and he was surprised to feel bare skin. He pulled back from the kiss and stared into her warm hazel eyes, and she grinned a little sheepishly as she reached down to grasp the garment.

"I don't like wearing too many layers," she smiled as she pulled it over her head, her wonderful chest appearing before him. He drank in the sight, and as she threw away the sweater he had already leaned forward, grasping her large breasts through the black bra she wore.

"I don't like you wearing too many layers, either," he murmured, kissing the tops of the wonderful mounds, feeling her hot skin beneath his lips. Her hands ran through his hair, and his own slid from her chest to her sides, resting on her hips.

They remained that way a moment, frozen in their lust, before Daniel grasped his lover's hips more firmly and pushed her roughly towards the bed. She yelped, then grinned, thumping down onto the soft mattress and immediately reclining.

"Take off your jeans," he growled, hurriedly stripping off his own shirt to reveal his toned chest, and she lifted her ass. Her fingers undid the button, and soon the tight denim had been pulled beyond her thighs, revealing the thin black knickers (sorry, panties) that stood between Daniel and her womanhood.

He grasped the jeans at her ankles, tugging them off the rest of the way, and delighted in the sight. He had fucked this woman once already - and blown his load in her mouth - but still had not seen her naked, nor she him. He intended to rectify that now.

Dropping the jeans to the floor in a heap, he climbed onto the bed after her, and she crawled upwards into a more comfortable position as he placed his hands on her inner thighs, gently pushing them apart. His lips followed his fingertips, kissing the smooth skin, and he slowly traced his way upwards with the very tip of his tongue.

Jenny moaned as he reached the knickers, kissing her pussy through the thin fabric. He could feel its wonderful warmth, and he ran one finger across her folds, appreciating the way the underwear became slightly damp.

At length he reached up, grasping the flimsy cotton and gradually slipping it downwards, groaning with lust as her glistening pussy came into view. This was the first time he had been able to truly take in the sight, and he smiled wickedly up at her as he leaned forwards.

"Oh God..." she said quietly, reaching out with one hand as his tongue passed slowly over her folds. A sharp intake of breath was all he received the second time.

He pressed his hands underneath her ass, lifting her hips so that he could better devour her snatch, and again ran his tongue along the entirety of her pussy. She breathed out heavily, and he did it a fourth time, working it from side-to-side slightly as it travelled upwards.

Daniel continued that way for a while, alternating long, slow licks with more directed swirls of his semi-pointed tongue. He would spend a few minutes exploring every inch of her labia with his tongue's soft, flat surface, then gently caress her more sensitive areas with its tip.

He kissed and sucked her lips, toyed with her entrance, and occasionally swished his tongue lightly on her clit. No part of her delicious pussy was left untasted, and the beautiful girl whom he pleasured certainly seemed to appreciate that.

It was having the desired effect, and Jenny looked down at him lustfully as her pleasure quickly grew. Her moans were constant now, her eyes fluttering between open and shut as his tongue did its work between her legs. He still firmly held her ass, enjoying its suppleness beneath his fingertips, and he glanced up at her face to revel in her expression.

She looked down at him, arching her back as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. Her large breasts spilled free as she did so, pulling the flimsy garment from her chest and shoulders. Daniel chuckled into her snatch, pleased that the mounds were finally unconstrained by clothing, and he slid his right hand up her body to grasp one.

"I thought you might like that," she moaned, holding his eager hand in place with one of her own as he squeezed the soft flesh. He could feel her hard nipple rubbing against the palm of his hand, and he began to lightly toy with the sensitive bud even as his tongue ran in circles around her clit.




Oyster Creek Ch. 04



"Oh, fuck..." she moaned, shutting her eyes and dropping her hands to the bedsheets, gripping handfuls of the hotel linen as her lower back slightly arched.

He devoured her hungrily, lapping at her pussy, enjoying the way her juices glistened on her lips. She moaned, her knuckles fading white as she tightly grasped the sheets, her head faintly twisting from side to side. She was so close.

"Oh God!" she cried out suddenly, her orgasm exploding in her core. Her limbs twitched, her thighs tightening on Daniel's head, and he continued to hungrily run his tongue over her folds as she came. Her eyes rolled back, a sobbing moan ripped from her lungs by the wonderful climax.

After a short while her muscles stopped quivering and she relaxed, a breathless grin spreading across her face. She lifted her head, and Daniel climbed slowly up the bed.

"I've been waiting for that," she sighed, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck and pulling him close. He complied, allowing her to crush their lips together, and they kissed passionately. Putting his weight on his right hand, he ran his left across her naked body, enjoying the feeling of her hot, soft skin beneath his fingertips.

Suddenly, her hands dropped, and she rubbed his groin through his jeans. "I think you should take these off." Her voice dropped to a sultry murmur. "I want you to fuck me, Dan."

He agreed with her sentiment, and wrenched off his jeans then his socks, carelessly tossing them beside the bed. His boxers soon followed, and as he slid them over his ankles Jenny's left hand was already pumping on his shaft. He groaned, staring at her lustfully, and she giggled innocently.

"What?"

He growled at her, grasping her arm and pinning her back as he rolled on top of her. She laughed up at him, but before she could speak he had driven his tongue into her mouth, pressing his naked body feverishly against hers.

Eventually he pulled away, reaching down and grabbing his cock, shifting upwards so that its head brushed her folds. He looked down at the beautiful woman. "Ready?"

She didn't answer with words; she merely wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him towards her. He sank inwards at the pressure, her wonderful pussy taking every inch of him inside, hugging his length tightly.

Twin moans filled the air at the feeling, and Daniel grinned down at Jenny, her lustful expression no doubt a mirror of his. He did not rest inside her long; almost instantly his hips were moving, his cock sliding in and out of her hot snatch.

"Oh fuck, Jenny," he sighed, the feeling exquisite. She hugged him tighter at his words, a soft moan leaving her lips at the sensation of their sex.

Their naked bodies pressed tightly together as he picked up his pace, his member moving more vigorously in the brunette. He dropped himself onto his elbows, one resting by her chest for support while the fingers of the other ran through her straight, brown hair. It was not long, but it still splayed wonderfully over the pillow.

Her hazel eyes glimmered with pleasure as she moaned up at him, her own arms wrapping around his back to join her legs. She hugged him tightly to her, and he pushed inwards as far as he could go, allowing himself to stay there a moment before resuming his former pace.

"Fuck me, Dan," she groaned, and he obeyed, thrusting passionately into the stunning girl. The bed rocked with the force of their sex, and her large breasts pressed wonderfully against his bare chest. Their naked bodies intertwined, he leaned down to kiss her, their tongues once more duelling as the pleasure in their bodies grew.

At last Daniel pulled away to groan out, his balls beginning to tighten. He knew he could not last much longer, and he looked down at his lover with his mouth hanging open in pleasure. She wore a wicked grin, her own skin flushed, and he could tell from the tightening of her muscles that she, too, was close.

"I'm going to... come..." she panted, her limbs still firmly wrapped around him. "Are you?"

Daniel grunted in assent, and her grin broadened, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Then I want you to come in me, Dan."

He did not need to be told twice, and instantly his hips were a near-blur, his pelvis thumping against hers. The noisy slapping of their flesh competed with their suddenly much louder moans in the hotel room, and Daniel cried out as he felt his cock beginning to spasm.

"I'm going to come, Jenny!"

"Do it! Come in me!"

He grit his jaw as the moment arrived. "Ah!"

His member twitched as his orgasm hit, his cum spurting forth. He shuddered with each orgasmic pulse, his cream erupting into the gorgeous American, and Daniel struggled to hold himself upright as pleasure overcame him.

Jenny's eyes opened wide, her climax following mere seconds later. She seized him, pulling him as tight to her as she could manage, an orgasmic shriek torn from her lungs.

"FUUCCK!" she screamed, her body pulsating with the rhythmic undulations of her depths. They clenched and spasmed around Daniel's member, rippling along his twitching shaft, encouraging yet more of his jizz to spray into her core. Her mouth dropped open at the blissful release, her eyes first rolling back then closing completely, though their lids still fluttered.

It took a short while for the moment to pass, and at last Daniel slumped down on top of his lover. He grinned at her, delighting in the satisfied expression that settled on her lovely features, and the way her limbs still faintly twitched in the afterglow of her climax.

"Wow," he breathed, staring into Jenny's hazel eyes. They were creased with amusement, and shone with satisfaction.

"'Wow' is right," she giggled back, and Daniel disentangled himself from her limbs, his softening cock springing free.

He rolled onto his back with a chuckle, watching Jenny's lovely form in the faint evening glow as she stood to fetch their drinks.

Sex then beer. She has her priorities right. Daniel smiled at the thought.

She caught him staring, and smirked. "Enjoying the view?"

He grinned, and stretched his arms.

I most certainly am.



Oyster Creek Ch. 05



Daniel slid quietly from beneath the covers, trying not to disturb the sleeping form of Jenny to his side. He glanced over at her peaceful face as he crept for the bathroom, and shook his head with a broad smile. How she could wear such a beautifully angelic face in her sleep, where only the night before she had been a voracious demon hungry for his cock, amused him greatly. He chuckled low as he opened the door a crack and slipped through.

He turned the light on, reaching for the sink and grabbing his mouthwash. He would clean his teeth after he'd eaten breakfast, but for now the lingering aftertaste of the beer meant that he wanted to rinse his mouth.

He did so, glancing up at the window that ran along the top of the far wall in the bathroom. Bright sunlight streamed through -- he guessed it was probably approaching ten o'clock in the morning -- though not enough to illuminate the bathroom adequately on its own. He still needed the ceiling light, which annoyed him slightly given that a better designed room would have allowed him to wash without the use of artificial light.

Oh well, he thought as he spat the potent blue liquid into the sink. It's not my electricity. It's not even my country's.

He stretched, turning on the cold tap very briefly so that the white enamel of the basin wasn't stained electric blue, then turned to the shower. He pondered it for a moment; he wanted to wash himself and dress, but he knew that it wasn't the quietest shower in the world.

She can sleep through it. It's not like I'm making her get up or anything.

With that thought in mind he opened the glass door, stepping beyond and turning on the large taps. The water roared out, and he stood aside a few seconds to allow it to normalise before standing underneath the soothing torrent.

Daniel liked his showers, he had to admit. The warm water was exceptionally relaxing against his skin, and though he had little to relax from at this precise moment -- he had, after all, had a bout of passionate and stress-relieving sex followed by a long, deep sleep -- he still enjoyed the sensation.

He allowed his mind to wander. What am I going to do about the shop? He didn't know the first thing about running a store, but he was expected to do so. And to great success, apparently, if he ever wanted to return home, and that wasn't mentioning any potential legal complications if it came to light that Jenny and her sister actually owned the place.

That was another headache he didn't need. He would have to research further into that, to make sure that he truly was not the real owner of the shop, and only then could he do something about it. There was no need for telling Jenny and getting lawyers involved on a hunch -- he had always been good at research, so he could at least do some of that.

To that end he resolved to head to the Records Office today. He had no idea where it was -- and he couldn't ask Jenny for fear of probing questions as to his interest there -- so he would simply have to hope it was open. A cab driver would surely know. Once there, he could delve further back into the history of the General Store, and hopefully throw some light over this muddy issue.

Daniel was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not notice Jenny enter the bathroom until she spoke. He jumped at the sound of her voice, startled despite the loud drone of the water.

"Morning, Dan," she giggled, the smile widening as she watched him jerk in surprise.

He turned to her slowly, narrowing his eyes. "Morning, Jenny."

"You're up early. Have you got to be somewhere?"

"Not really," he replied, looking her up and down. Neither of them had worn nightclothes, and she was resplendently naked.

"Then why didn't you wake me?" she grinned wickedly, wrapping her hand around the large golden handle set into the glass shower door. "I need to shower, too."

Daniel felt a familiar stirring in his cock, and he shook his head with an amused smile as the door slowly slid open. A rush of cold air flowed in.

"Well if you're going to shower, hurry up about it. You're letting all the cold air in."

Jenny's eyes twinkled with amusement as she laughed, slipping through the gap and sliding the door shut behind her. Water splashed down onto her wonderful body, running in streaks over her skin. Her relatively short hair was already flattening somewhat under the warm torrent, and she looked up at Daniel with lust.

"It looks like I'm not the only one happy I've joined you," she murmured, reaching out with her right hand. Daniel gasped as it wrapped itself around his hardening member, and slowly began to stroke along his length.

She bit her lip as she stared up at him with her glowing hazel eyes, her hand moving delicately over his shaft. The warm water still cascaded down on top of them, and Daniel opened his mouth to groan at her work. She smiled.

Slowly, she sank to her knees, and Daniel's mouth twisted into a grin. He groaned aloud as his head slipped between her lips, and reached out to place his hands on the tiled wall of the shower.

He rested there a moment as the brunette beauty bobbed her head, gently engorging his member. Her mouth sucked a wonderful vacuum around his length, and her left hand rested against his thigh as she took more of him into her mouth.

Jenny looked up at him with a glint in her eye as she pulled her head from his cock, warm water splashing down over his throbbing member. "Nice?" she teased, once more stroking her fist on his shaft.

Daniel murmured his assent, still leaning against the wall, and closed his eyes with pleasure as his lover took his cock into her mouth another time. She held the base, sucking his head repeatedly into her mouth, letting her lips caress his sensitive tip. He looked down at her with wide eyes, and she smiled up at him, licking his cock from its base to its head with long, languorous sweeps of her tongue.

"That's so good..." he whispered, gasping again as her mouth took his member between her lips. Her tongue brushed the underside of his head as she sucked down on him, her hands moving so that she held his shaft in both. There, she pumped them, the extra feeling drawing yet another groan of delight from his lungs, and he felt the beautiful girl giggle onto his cock.

He watched Jenny; watched the way the warm water ran in rivers over her trim form, the way her breasts shook as she bobbed her head. Her hair was plastered to her head now, yet she still looked magnificent; he was sure that his own had also long lost any semblance of style.

"Sucking cock in the shower... maybe I could add you to my morning routine," she murmured as she grinned up at him, before biting her lower lip and running her fist quickly over his shaft. She remained that way a moment, looking up at Daniel with barely-constrained glee, and he guessed she enjoyed the sight of him utterly under her thrall.

"Maybe you could," he groaned back as she leant forwards again, his cock slipping between her lips. She left it there again, doing amazing things to his member, and soon Daniel could take it no more.

She grinned as Daniel leant down, grasping her upper arms and gently pulling her to her feet. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could do so he had crushed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. The water still thundered down on top of them, the noisy shower drowning out their faint moans, and her wet hair clung to her head as he ran his hands lightly through it.

"Turn around," he growled, a wicked smile on his face. A similar look swept across her features as she did so, lackadaisically spinning on the spot, making sure that Daniel's gaze took in every inch of her splendid body. She ran one finger over his hard stomach, too, clearly appreciating his own appearance, and Daniel smiled. He could only dream of how bedraggled he looked, his hair soaking and flattened in the shower, and yet still she seemed to want him.

But then again, why not? I still want her - in fact I think she looks stunning right now.

He ran one hand down her glistening back, letting it come to rest on her ass, the hot water bubbling like a spring against his palm. With a quick squeeze of the flesh Jenny bent over, looking back at him with something approaching animalistic hunger. He grinned at the sight of her waiting pussy, soaking wet but not from the shower water, and grasped his cock.

He pushed his head against her folds, then deeper, groaning aloud as he sank into her depths. She moaned, too, pushing her hips back against him as if to take even more of his cock into her snatch, then grinned.

"Well worth waking up for," she winked, before another moan was drawn from her lungs as Daniel began to slowly move his hips. He held her own, his member sliding easily into her silken tunnel, her walls hugging his length tightly. The feeling was amazing, and coupled with the thumping shower Daniel wished he could start every morning this way.

He reached out, running his hand down Jenny's back once more. His cock was no longer quite so gentle, and though he was not outright thrusting his movements were now more than slow. Jenny reached out, grasping the golden door handle with one hand and placing the other's palm flat against the tiled wall for support. She moaned long, her eyes fluttering shut at the wonderful pleasure that coursed through her.

Daniel groaned again, his member not still, droplets scattering as the water was thrown from his rapidly-moving pelvis. The gorgeous woman in front of him was moving her own hips back in time with his thrusts, and he grinned at her sexual appetite.

Her large breasts hung down invitingly, swaying with the growing speed of his thrusts, and water streamed from them in rivers, bringing a delighted grin to his face. Jenny, too, seemed to find it funny, and she giggled in the small space, though the sound was soon washed away by another luxurious moan. Slowly, Daniel's hands started to slide further up his lover's body, and before long they rested on her sides. From there it was only a short reach forwards and soon he was holding Jenny's large breasts, feeling the magnificent mounds shaking against his palms from the force of their sex.

He squeezed them, his fingertips sinking lightly into supple flesh, and Jenny moaned from the added sensation, biting her lower lip as her pleasure steadily grew. His cock was having the desired effect as it slid in and out of her snatch, and the knuckles of her left hand had grown white as she tightly gripped the shower door handle.

"Squeeze my tits whilst you fuck me," she moaned, and Daniel gladly obliged, enjoying the feeling of the mounds in his hands.

He could consciously maintain a pace no longer, and as he grasped his lover's large breasts he let himself go, his hips beginning to thrust wildly into the stunning brunette. She cried out, her pussy seeming to narrow slightly on his probing member, and her eyes shut. She was sobbing out her pleasure through the thunderous roar of the shower, and Daniel voiced his own.

"Oh fuck, Jenny!"

She looked back at him, her hazel eyes glowing with lustful need. Opening her mouth, she spoke through gasped breaths. "Fuck me, Dan! Fuck me!"

Daniel's hips were a frenzied blur, water spraying in all directions as it was thrown from their energetic bodies. His hands still held Jenny's breasts, though not so tightly it caused her discomfort, and Daniel could feel his balls beginning to tighten. He knew he was not far off.

Neither, it was clear, was Jenny, and her breaths had melded into one, long moan. Her eyes were shut, her thighs starting to tremble at the relentless assault of his cock, and Daniel stared at her with hunger.

"I'm going... to come..." she panted, turning her face to him. Her mouth had dropped open, her muscles twitching as she crested, and she inhaled sharply. Suddenly, she shuddered, her body quaking, and her eyes rolled back into her skull. The moment had arrived.

"I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm COOMMIIINNGG!" she shrieked, standing upright, grasping for Daniel's forearms, which pressed into her side as he still held her breasts. Her pussy seized down on his shaft as the orgasm exploded inside of her, and he grunted out a rapturous cry of his own as his cum spurted from his cock.

He held her tightly as his cream erupted inside of the gorgeous brunette, and she twitched in his grasp, their long moans barely audible over the thumping roar of the shower. Hot water swept down Daniel's back even as his cum spilled into Jenny's pussy, and the feeling, whilst strange, was wonderful.

It took a short while before he finally breathed out, and with a long sigh he let go of Jenny, smiling contentedly as she untangled herself from his arms. A broad grin was on her own face, too, and she winked as she turned towards him.

"I'm glad the shower's so loud," she smiled playfully.

Daniel laughed, stepping close and kissing her quickly, before pulling away. "I'm more than glad."

He smiled to himself as one thought ran through his mind.

The best shower ever.



Oyster Creek Ch. 06



Daniel climbed out of the cab and tipped the driver, turning to stare at the impressive building before him. It was the town hall, bedecked in white marble statues and ornate glasswork that leant it an air he was not quite sure it deserved. Town hall or not, Oyster Creek was not particularly big. He wondered if public taxes had bought those rather extravagant furnishings and laughed to himself at the thought that the public services might be just as dubious on occasion here as back home in England.

Still, he was not here to stare at the building, interesting or not. He was here to visit the public archives and hope they had a copy of the Birch family tree. Failing that he would spend the day looking through the birth and death registers and trawling through old newspapers. He needed to find the answer when it came to that old will, whatever the answer might be.

The records office was located down a side street, towards the back of the town hall building. A small door with 'Records Office' printed on the glass stood lonely on the wall, the opposite side of the street equally bare. Clearly this was not a particularly well-frequented street.

He moved towards it, noticing with relief the "open" sign that hung on the other side, and reached for the handle. He felt it turn but the door did not budge. Trying again, he felt a flare of embarrassment. The door seemed unwilling to open.

He tried a third time, putting some weight behind his push. The door popped open with a judder and he found himself stumbling into the room with a rush of cold wind. A woman sat behind the reception desk looked up at him with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Can I help you?" she said with a smirk as he pushed shut the door. Clearly he was not the first person she had seen struggling with the lock.

Daniel laughed as he turned back to her. "Yes, I suppose you can. Sorry about my entrance."

"It's the same for everyone. It's a dodgy lock. I've been using it for three years and sometimes still struggle. Town council won't pay for a new one when they can spend the money on another fucking statue."

She glanced at Daniel, then looked abashed. "Sorry, you don't care about my concerns with locks or councils." She laughed sweetly. "How can I help?"

He truly noticed her then. Her straight blonde hair was loose over her shoulders and she wore a pair of very attractive black glasses that suited her perfectly. A black jacket sat on top of a white blouse and Daniel could see even through the layers of garments that her breasts were clearly quite large. He guessed she was likely in her early-thirties, and she looked wonderful.

He cleared his throat then, realising it had taken him a moment or two longer than usual to answer her. "I need to look back at the history of a family here in Oyster Creek. Do you have anything like that?"

This time it was her turn to pause a moment before answering, and Daniel was not sure whether that same appraising look was in her eyes. He was fairly certain it was and he laughed silently to himself. The women in this town were quite outstanding.

At last she spoke, seeming to shake herself free from the same reverie within which had moments before been firmly entrenched. "How far back do you need to look?"

Daniel grimaced. "About fifty, sixty years or so. Hopefully that won't take very long, but I honestly don't know."

"Well, you'll have to put up with my company, I'm afraid. I'm on shift today."

"I think I can cope with that," Daniel laughed.

She grinned. "I'm glad. My name's Rebecca if you need my attention."

"Daniel, although most people call me Dan. Pleased to meet you."

She reached up to slide her jacket from her arms then, and Daniel could have sworn that she deliberately pushed her chest out as she did so, as if to highlight her large breasts. More than she needed to, at any rate, and the fact that she didn't break eye contact further evidenced that idea.

Surely she's not...?

Daniel shook his head and glanced away. It would do no good to go around thinking like that - a quick glance at an attractive woman was fine in his mind, but unless she made the first move he decided to stay well clear. As it should be.

Rebecca stood then, strolling over to him. She wore a black pinstriped pencil skirt that hugged her hips and long legs tightly, ending just after her knees, and black heels that lifted her feet a couple of inches or so off the ground. The loud clack of her steps on the wooden floor amused him slightly.

"Do you know where to look?"

He shook his head with a smile. "Not really. Where would the documents be?"

"Well, what is it you're after?"

"Birth, marriage and death certificates."

"All one family?"

"I hope so."

"You'll be best off looking at the family trees then. We had a drive a few years back; every family who had lived in Oyster Creek for more than two generations was given a tax rebate to let us store their family tree. To preserve our history, I suppose."

"Very noble."

He must have looked surprised, because she laughed. "Well, unlike you guys over the ocean we've only got a few hundred years. Can't afford to lose any of it."

She paused then, and looked at him a moment. Daniel returned the stare, still unsure as to whether there was an undercurrent there. He was beginning to think that it wasn't just his imagination. Abruptly, she smiled and looked away.

"This way." She motioned him to the other side of the room. There, she yanked open a drawer, and ran her fingers through the files before slightly nodding her head. "Yup, this is them. There's more in the two drawers below, too, depending on the surname."

"Thanks," Daniel said, stepping forwards and leafing through the folders to find 'Birch'.

"If you need to take the files out," she started, reaching around him, "you need to unhook them like this."

She passed her right arm beneath his, reaching to grab one of the files. Her left hand moved to his waist, ostensibly for support, and she grasped the nearest folder. The main thing Daniel noticed, however, and something there was simply no chance Rebecca could have done by accident, was the way she pressed her large breasts against his back. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but as she was beside him she could not see his expression, and within a few moments she had taken the folder and replaced it.

"Easy when you know how," she said, stepping away as if nothing had happened. He smiled at her, and she winked at him before returning to her desk. Winked!

He shook his head, and tried to set his attention on the drawer of files. He had research to do.

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Daniel replaced the file in its folder. He had found the Birch family tree, and his mind was still racing. Jenny and Lucy Birch were direct descendants of Susan and Mark Birch. So they really do own the store. What does this mean for my future? I'm not going to be able to go home if I give the store away! He paused there a moment, lost in his own thoughts, before he realised that Rebecca was talking to him.

"Everything alright?" she asked, staring up from her work.

He gave his head a quick shake to clear his mind, replaced the folder, then turned to her with a smile. "It's fine. Just doing some research."

"Ah, I won't pry too much then. Family history?"

"To a certain extent," Daniel replied with a laugh.

"So are you from around here? You're clearly not American, if you don't mind my saying so."

Daniel nodded. "My great-grandfather was, yes. The rest of my family are as British as British gets, though. A mixture of English and Scottish, with some Welsh thrown in for good measure. And you?"

"I'm American through and through, baby," she laughed. "My family are from Jacksonville originally, but we've been here in Oregon for three generations now."

"It's very nice around here. I think I'm growing to like it."

"Well, I'm pleased to hear that. We're a very welcoming bunch."

"Yes, that's something I've... discovered." It was a loaded statement, and Rebecca seemed to pick up on it. She looked at him with a quizzical smile.

"You came here with your partner?"

"No, no. I was sent here by my work. I'm single."

At the mention of the word 'single', Rebecca's smile seemed to widen. Daniel continued. "And you?"

"Recently divorced."

Daniel's eyebrows lifted. "Really? Sorry to hear that."

She raised her hand dismissively, and shrugged. "Don't be, it's fine. I'm over it."

"Well that's something, at least."

"Yeh, though I wouldn't have been three months ago." She shook her head with a rueful laugh. "I have to admit, it hit me hard. He left me for another woman. My son took it even worse, though."

"How old is he?"

"Nine years. He's my pride and joy."

"And how is he now?"

"Much better," Rebecca nodded. "We don't really see his father anymore. He calls around sometimes with his new girlfriend, but doesn't stay long."

"That must be hard for you."

"Not as much as you'd think. I don't really care about him anymore. He left me; I'm done. I hope he's happy with the decision he made. I know I am now."

Daniel smiled at her. "Well it sounds like you're moving on, which is always good. Not just for you -" he motioned towards her "- but also for your son."

She nodded. "Exactly, exactly. Sometimes I feel a bit lonely, but, y'know, what can you do?" She shrugged again.

"You'll find someone. I'd be shocked if you didn't." A grin spread across his face. "Tell you what, Rebecca, if you're still single in a year I'll fly you over to London with me and introduce you to all my charming friends."

"A tempting offer!" She laughed at that, then ran the fingers of her left hand through her hair before continuing. "It's not so much the lack of friendly company that gets to me - my son provides me with more than enough distractions in that regard." She stared at Daniel a moment, then licked her lips and glanced away. "It was the... other perks of marriage that I miss. Ones I'm not sure I can go without much longer."

"Oh?" Daniel looked back at her, familiar feelings stirring in his mind. "And what would those be?"

"I think you can probably guess," she said with something approaching a mischievous grin, looking back at him and meeting his gaze.

"Well, maybe we can address that sometime. Would you like to go out for a drink tonight?"

She shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't. My son has soccer practice, and I help coach it."

"Then how about tomorrow?"

"I don't think that would work," she said, though she never dropped her gaze. "It's a little too soon for my son to see me dating again."

"Fair enough," Daniel said sadly, with a rueful smile. He really thought the conversation was going in a good direction. "Well, I'm done here I suppose. It was lovely meeting you, Rebecca." He turned to the door, and laughed. "Could you help me with this lock again?"

She stood, walking over to the door, and Daniel watched as she took hold of the bolt.

"I said it was too soon for me to go on a date with you..." she said, as she slid shut the deadbolt. "... and that I wasn't ready for anything that might evolve from it..." She flipped the sign to 'closed' and threw down the blinds. "... but that doesn't mean I don't want you to fuck my brains out on my desk."

Daniel's eyes opened wide, and his jaw dropped. "I'm sorry?!"

"You heard me," Rebecca said smoothly, reaching out and grasping the front of his t-shirt. "If you want, I can unlock the door..."

"Not a chance," Daniel growled, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. He pushed his lips against hers, and she responded in kind, their tongues jostling as they kissed passionately. He reached up, running his fingers through her straight blonde hair, and she placed her other palm on his back.

They remained that way a moment, before the fist that gripped the front of his t-shirt relaxed, the hand instead creeping lower until it was massaging Daniel's cock through the front of his jeans. He groaned.

"It's been too long," she whispered, running her fingers along his hardness, tracing its outline.

Daniel grinned. "I hope I can help." He moved his hands, reaching for the buttons on her blouse, and Rebecca continued to stroke his cock through his jeans as he slowly undid her shirt and pulled it from the waistband of her black skirt. Eventually it hung open, her white lacy bra revealed, and his hands were on her large breasts instantly. He squeezed them through the soft material, and she moaned, looking at him lustfully as he let go to slide the blouse from her shoulders.

He did so, and she lowered her arms to let the shirt fall to the floor, his lips already kissing the crook of her now-exposed neck. Her warm skin felt wonderful beneath his mouth, and he ran his lips to the base of her ear, over which he allowed his tongue to play. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head, moaning at the feeling of his kiss, and Daniel grinned as his teeth grazed the lobe. His own palms were pressed against her lower back, her body heat flowing through his fingertips.

At the same time her hands grabbed his t-shirt once more, this time yanking it upwards in an effort to see it removed. Daniel did not want to disappoint the eager archivist, and stepped backwards to allow her to pull it over his head. She tossed it carelessly across the room before running her hands down his firm chest with an appreciative murmur.

They did not stop when they reached his stomach, either, almost immediately grasping his belt and beginning to unhook the buckle. Daniel did not prevent her, allowing the lovely blonde to yank free the leather strap and tug his jeans open. He pushed them down as she licked her lips, her quick, shallow breathing revealing her intense anticipation of events to come. Reaching his ankles, he pulled off his trainers (sorry, sneakers) and tossed them aside, before sliding the jeans from his legs.

Rebecca was staring at him hungrily and he grinned at the lustful expression she wore. She pursed her lips mischievously, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" she whispered, once more tracing the outline of his hard cock, this time his cotton boxers proving the only barrier.

"As if you don't know," he laughed back, stepping close and wrapping his right arm around the stunning archivist. He stepped forwards, guiding her backwards until her ass thumped against her desk, but before she could yelp he had pressed his lips against hers. She drove her tongue into his mouth, their kiss burning with pure passion, and with his left hand he reached for the zip to her skirt. He found it easily, and Rebecca did not protest as he slid it open between his fingers. It dropped to the floor, and she nimbly stepped from it, now joining him in wearing only her underwear.

Daniel sought to address that, and he kissed the crook of her neck once more as his hands slid to the clasp of her bra. With a grin Daniel hooked the bra open, and Rebecca giggled at his murmur of delight, the straps on her shoulders falling loose as he pulled the white lace from her chest. Her large breasts spilled free into his waiting hands, and he kissed from her neck to the wonderful mounds. They filled his hands perfectly, and he could not resist flicking his tongue across the sensitive nipples of the blonde archivist.

She moaned at the feeling, pulling his head closer into her breasts, and Daniel did not mind. He licked and kissed for a minute or so before slowly raising his head and staring into Rebecca's bright blue eyes. They radiated pure desire, and he kissed her again, this time lowering her down onto the desk itself. She reached behind her to place her palms flat on the wooden surface, sweeping the papers and stationary that lay in her way onto the floor without a second thought.

He laughed, and she pulled her face away with a grin. "I've always wanted to do that," she said, glancing down Daniel's body to his hard cock, which made a tent in his boxer shorts. "Besides, I can do better things on this desk than work."

"So can I," he murmured in response, leaning forwards to plant his lips on her stomach, his tongue peeking between them to leave a wet trail as he moved towards her legs. At the same time, his fingers hooked underneath Rebecca's white knickers, and she slightly lifted her ass to better allow him to slide them from her body. His lips followed the underwear across her slender limbs before he dropped the lacey briefs deftly to the floor. Then, with his eyes burning with passion, he pushed apart his lover's legs to expose her glistening pussy.

Never breaking eye contact with Rebecca he leaned forwards, delicately planting kisses on her inner thighs. He could hear her quickened breath and see the trembling anticipation in her muscles as she awaited his mouth, and each contact of his lips on her skin brought forth a quick, quiet moan. He moved, humming a low note as he gently spread her pussy wide and almost-lazily engulfed it with his tongue, before slowly - ever so slowly - licking upwards.

"My God..." Rebecca moaned loudly at the feeling, reaching out to grasp his head with her left hand. Her right clenched and unclenched. "My God..."

He repeated the motion with another hummed note, staring up at the gorgeous blonde as the corners of his lips twisted into a grin. He chuckled into her snatch at the rapturous noises his tongue brought forth.

Carefully he explored the entirety of her pussy, the flat of his tongue washing over her lips, her clit, her entrance. He kissed and licked and gently sucked, delighting in the noises that Rebecca made, and slowly the pressure grew. The attentions of his tongue became more focused; less frequently did he kiss the whole of her snatch, his tongue instead beginning to draw circles around his lover's clit.

"That's so... good..." the blonde archivist moaned again, and she stared down at him hungrily, every so often throwing her head back and staring up blankly at the ceiling with pleasure. Daniel's gentle circles were more rapid now, and he felt her breathing quicken accordingly. Her stomach and thigh muscles tensed, and he could hear from the desperate pants that issued from her lungs that she was not far away from coming.

"Don't stop..." she cried. "Don't you dare stop."

He grinned up at her, moaning into her pussy, his tongue racing over her most sensitive areas. Her face twisted, her eyes shutting, and he could see the strength with which she grasped the table.

The trembling started in her stomach, spreading quickly into her thighs as they shook over his shoulders. Her pussy twitched, and Rebecca threw her head back with a scream, her blue eyes glazed as the orgasm Daniel had so expertly constructed flooded through her. She twitched, sobs of ecstasy pulled forth from her lungs, and Daniel slowed the movements of his tongue to let her enjoy the moment.

Eventually, she slumped down onto the desk, breathing heavily, and Daniel slowly stood. He smiled wickedly at her, his cock throbbing as she emerged from her orgasmic daze, and the ardent glint returned to her eyes. Clearly, her desire had not abated with her orgasm. As she pushed herself into a sitting position, her arms stretched out behind her, Daniel slid his boxers down his legs.

Rebecca sighed as his cock sprang free, and her blue eyes glinted with anticipation. As Daniel threw his underwear carelessly to one side, he stepped towards her, running one finger across the side of her body. He grasped her left breast, feeling the wonderful mound beneath his palm, and she moaned at the attentions of his fingertips. He, too, enjoyed the feel of her chest beneath his hand, and he leant down to crush his lips against hers. She returned the kiss, no longer using her arms to prop herself up and instead wrapping them around Daniel's neck, hugging him closely as she drove her tongue into his mouth.




Oyster Creek Ch. 06



Slowly, he dropped his hand from her breast, instead tracing it down over her stomach, then lower to her waiting snatch. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers traced the outline of her pussy, and she broke the kiss to stare at him.

"I want your cock," she moaned, her warm breath washing over him. Her blue eyes pierced him, radiating with animalistic desire. "I've wanted a cock for so long, Daniel. Don't make me wait now."

"And I want your pussy," Daniel murmured with a smile, grasping his cock and lining it up with her waiting entrance. She still sat with her arms around him, staring into his eyes, and Daniel worked on touch. Not that he needed any guidance, and soon the tip of his member was resting against her folds, her warm, wet snatch just caressing his head.

"Oh fuck..." Rebecca moaned as he gently pushed inwards, her face screwing up with pleasure. Her pussy welcomed him inside, her soft walls hugging his length tightly, and Daniel rested there a moment, his cock completely enveloped by her amazing snatch. She sobbed out her pleasure yet again. "My God, Daniel. My God... fuck."

He began to ease his hips, his cock slowly moving in and out of the stunning blonde, each gentle movement met with a loud moan from the gorgeous archivist, her face a picture of pleasure.

"I'd forgotten how good a cock could feel, Daniel..."

"Mmm... let me remind you..." Daniel returned, immediately speeding up with his thrusts. He still was thrusting far from wildly, his pace rhythmic and precise, but Rebecca nevertheless cried out at the sudden sensation, tightening her arms around his neck. She hurriedly thrust her tongue into his mouth, moaning into their ravenous kiss, and she wrapped her legs around Daniel's waist.

They stayed that way a moment, Rebecca's limbs wrapped around his body, their mouths mashing together as his cock thrust into her eager snatch. Her long blonde hair fell down over the backs of his hands, his palms tightly pressed to her shoulder-blades to steady her. Her glasses proved no obstacle to their kiss, and he could see her startlingly blue eyes sparkling with lust no less easily for them.

She felt hot against him, her naked flesh pressed to his own. Her large breasts tickled his chest, and had he not been already holding her he would have found it hard to resist grasping one of the wonderful mounds. Her moans grew more insistent, and Daniel joined them with loud grunts of his own, her pussy magnificent around his probing member.

At last Rebecca unwrapped her arms, instead leaning out behind her to place them straight on the desk. She propped herself up that way, her legs remaining around his hips, and her whole body seemed to bounce with the force of Daniel's thrusts. The way she now lay pushed her chest outwards, too, and as he was no longer helping to hold her up Daniel instead grasped her breasts, feeling the soft flesh supple beneath his fingertips. He kneaded them gently, running one finger of each hand delicately across each nipple, and Rebecca rolled her eyes back in appreciation of the feeling.

She slumped down onto the desk then, her back flat against the cool wood, her arms straight to either side. She had grown louder still, and her hands reached to grasp the edge of the desk, holding it so tightly that her knuckles grew white.

He took that as a sign, driving his member harder into the blonde, his cock now starting to hammer against her hips. Her moans grew louder and louder, her blue eyes staring insistently into his, and he could tell from the way her body tensed that she was not far from orgasm. Her pussy narrowed on his invasive cock, and her jaw hung open, pleasurable yelps ripped from her lungs.

Daniel groaned too as he felt a euphoric twitch in the base of his shaft, a sure-fire sign that he was close to coming. He could feel his cream bubbling in his balls, the pressure in his groin building rapidly.

"I'm going to come, Rebecca..." he groaned, hunching forwards over her.

"Me too, Dan... me too..."

She moaned, reaching up to grab his face, her breathing quick and loud. Her back arched and Daniel could see spasms sweeping out from her core. "Yes... make me come... yes... yes... YEEEESSS!"

Her eyes rolled back as the moment arrived, her pussy clamping down on Daniel's cock. Her arms swept out, uselessly flailing at the desk as she writhed and twitched in ecstasy. Her muscles were so taut Daniel thought they would tear her body apart, but instead they forced from her a rapturous shriek that he was sure must have been audible from the street outside.

He was seconds behind. His cum had been at the tip of his cock, and the glorious sight of his climaxing lover was all he needed to be pushed over the edge. He cried out as his jizz spurted forth, coating the archivist's depths, which still twitched and pulsed with the force of her titanic orgasm. His own body rippled in waves of blissful release, each contraction shooting more cum into his lover and battering his mind with another throb of sheer ecstasy.

The moment seemed to stretch out endlessly, but eventually it faded, Daniel slumping forwards with heavy breaths on top of Rebecca's still-quivering body. She had regained the focus in her blue eyes, and slowly a broad grin spread across her face.

"That was just what I needed," she sighed, before breaking out into giggles. She ran a hand down Daniel's chest, through the thicket of hair that he had been told was just right. "Exactly what I needed."

Daniel leaned forwards, planting another kiss on the blonde archivist's lips, this one more languid and gentle than their previous. She responded in the same way, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning softly into his mouth.

He pulled away at last, standing upright with a long, contented breath, and Rebecca pushed herself into a sitting position on the desk. She watched him with a playful smile as he pulled on his clothes, and Daniel's eyes never much left his lover's naked body, drinking in its splendour even as he dressed. After a moment, she climbed from the desk and reached for her own garments.

At last, he was fully-clothed, and he turned to the archivist with a smile. She, too, had redressed, and with a broad smile of her own wrapped her arms around him, placing her head on his chest for a tight hug.

After a moment, she looked up at him. "Thank you," she whispered.

Daniel grinned in response, and placed his palm on Rebecca's cheek.

"You'll find someone, Rebecca," he said gently. "You're too wonderful not to."

The breadth of her smile caused her glasses to shift. "I know. I just needed that to... tide me over."

"Well, I'll be back in a year to see if you want to take me up on my earlier offer. There's a wealth of attractive British guys I can introduce you to."

"If I'm still single in a year it'll be your visit I'm looking forward to, not meeting your friends." She winked at him as she unbolted the door, before pulling it open. Daniel grabbed his bag.

"And if you ever need to do research here again, Dan, then make sure you do it on a Sunday."

"Why?" he asked, though he was fairly sure he knew the answer judging by Rebecca's broad smile.

"Because I work alone here on Sundays."

He laughed as he left. He had arranged a date for a year's time. That has to be a record!



Oyster Creek Ch. 07



Daniel breathed in the cool morning air with a contented sigh as he climbed out of the taxi that had brought him to the shop. For some reason he felt good, excited about the day ahead. It was the first day of work in the General Store, the day he would meet his new staff and really get things started, and that energised him.

Three days in this town and you're getting excited about a fucking shop! What's happening to you, Dan?

With a wry grin, he shook the thought from his mind, turning to pay the taxi driver. He refused the offer of change, nodding his head in acceptance at the driver's gratitude, then turned back to the store. That was something he had had to get used to since his arrival from the UK. Everybody got tipped, and for seemingly every single thing they did.

I wonder if I could start asking for tips from Jenny?

Daniel laughed at the idea, and pushed open the door.

All eyes turned to him as he stepped through, and he summoned his most charming smile to put them at ease. He noticed Jenny first, standing in the middle of the group where she had clearly been leading the conversation. Not that that surprised him much. She was the most outgoing and charismatic person he had ever had the good fortune of meeting.

She smiled at him, her hazel eyes catching the morning light wonderfully, and Daniel took the brief moment to take her in. She was dressed casually, but not inappropriately, with a pair of black shoes, stylish blue jeans and a reasonably tight black t-shirt that hugged the curve of her large breasts. Understated, yet still gorgeous.

"Morning, Dan," she said, and he realised from the glint in her eye that she had spent those few seconds surveying him in the same way.

"Morning everyone," he replied. He had to admit - he was nervous. Strange as that may sound, he had met only one of these people before, and he was going to be relying on their help if he was to turn the fortunes of this store around and win his old life back.

Jenny began to introduce him. "Daniel, meet Rodrigo." She gestured towards a young man stood to her left. He seemed quite attractive, with black hair that most would have considered long framing his fresh-faced Hispanic features; given his youthful handsomeness, Daniel was certain that he would not have struggled with the opposite sex. He was a few years younger than Daniel and Jenny - probably about nineteen or twenty - and he smiled politely. He wore a black hoodie emblazoned with the name of a band that Daniel had not heard of, black jeans and white sneakers.

"Nice to meet you," Daniel said.

"And you," he said, somewhat shyly, though his brown eyes did not struggle to meet Daniel's. He's got some inner character then. Good.

Jenny carried on, motioning towards the third member of the group. "And this is Claire."

 Daniel turned to her, and his breath caught. He was not entirely sure what he had been expecting, he had to admit, but it was certainly not this. Claire was as stunning as Jenny, with long, red hair that fell straight beyond her shoulders. A delicate face held wonderful blue eyes, and she smiled sweetly at him.

Was there a person in this town who wasn't bloody gorgeous?!

That thought further took root as his eyes flickered down the rest of Claire's body. She was fairly tall, her long slender legs hugged tightly by opaque black leggings and a purple-striped blue skirt that stopped two-thirds of the way down her thighs She wore a pink off-the-shoulder sweater with the white straps of a cotton top worn underneath showing over her shoulders. The baggy sweater did not hide the generous swell of her apparently large breasts, however, and Daniel's mind sparked with salacious thoughts even in the milliseconds it took to meet her gaze.

He was sure a mischievous smile flickered across her face, before the expression broke into a broad grin.

"Hello, Daniel," she said. "Welcome to Oyster Creek."

He stared blankly a moment, before recovering his composure enough to respond. "Thank you. And hello."

"Well, boss, what are we doing today?" Jenny said, amusement in her voice. "We couldn't get started until you tell us what to do."

He turned to her, sarcasm heavy in his voice. "Really."

"Really!" Jenny responded with a chuckle. "I'm sure you want to change things so it was no good pointlessly carrying on as before."

Daniel shrugged then, glancing round the shop. He really wasn't too sure where to start. The revelation about the will had taken up all of his time and he hadn't been thinking about what he'd do to get the General Store back on track.

But his three employees were all looking at him and he knew he would have to think of something. Gazing at the shelves, he was once again reminded of the tat that made up this store's inventory, and he sneered slightly at the crap on display. Well, it was a starting point.

"To begin with, we're going to clear out the stock. You've done brilliantly to keep this place open on limited funds but most of that is junk and it needs to go in the bin."

Claire giggled, and he raised an eyebrow at her. She stood up straight and attempted to suppress her amusement.

"Yes?" he said.

She grinned broadly. "Nothing, Daniel. Sorry. It's just... you said 'bin' not 'trash'. That's... quite adorable."

"I'm not sure I want to be adorable. I'm your boss," he replied with a wry smile, enjoying her amusement but unsure of whether that was a good thing or not.

"You can be our boss and still be adorable," Jenny interjected with a laugh of her own. "Who knows, it might encourage us to do what you say."

"Although with a sexy accent like that, we'll likely ask you to repeat everything," Claire added. The two women dissolved once again into giggles.

Daniel rolled his eyes and looked exasperatingly at Rodrigo. The lad grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

"Are they always like this?" Daniel asked.

Rodrigo nodded, with an air of amused resignation. "Pretty much, boss."

After giving Jenny and Claire a few moments to stop laughing, Daniel carried on. "Well, anyway, I'd like most of the stock thrown in the bin." He glared at Claire as a snort issued from her lips. "And after that, if you could dismantle the display cases and chuck them out, too. The whole lot needs replacing so we have to make room first."

"You do realise we're a small shop, Dan, yeh?" Jenny said then, putting her hand on her waist. "It's not like we have giant trashcans out the back to fit all that in."

He paused a second. He hadn't considered that.

"So, do you think we should hire a disposal lorry?"

A grin spread across Jenny's face. "Do you mean a disposal truck?"

He sighed. "Yes. I mean a disposal truck, Jenny."

"Then I think that's probably a good idea."

"Then go and do it, Jenny. That's an order," he chuckled.

"Getting your own back, are you?" she said with a wink, before moving off towards the counter. She picked up the telephone directory and began to leaf through it.

"Well, I suppose we should get started," Daniel said, motioning to Claire and Rodrigo. "I'll be in the back if you need me."

He walked from the room, his nerves slightly abated. His employees might be cheeky, but they seemed nice. And with Jenny around he was quite sure things would proceed smoothly.

Reaching his office, he pulled open the door, then sighed as he looked around. The place was still a complete mess, although less so since his tidying spree two days before. Yet what it really needed was a good clean, and Daniel grimaced as he went to find the mop and bucket.

Minutes later, he was wiping the floor down with hot water and soap, chuckling to himself at the juxtaposition of this with his previous high-flying job. This was menial work, something he would have considered far beneath him back in London, but it was also strangely satisfying. Seeing the old office taking on a new gleam as he scrubbed the dirt away gave him a tingle of pride he was not sure was normal.

Either way, after an hour or so he decided his job was done. The floor was clean, the crap was thrown away and the desk looked almost new he had treated it so thoroughly. It really was a nice desk. He was not going to throw that away, although with a languid look round the rest of the office he noted that most of the furniture needed replacing if he was to call it his. He might have just secretly enjoyed a spot of cleaning but he wasn't going to lower his high standards that much.

He turned then, replacing the mop and other cleaning materials in their corner of the store room, then headed into the main part of the store. He puffed out his cheeks, impressed at what he saw. The rubbish truck had clearly arrived, and most of the store's inventory had been chucked into it. Clearly Jenny had not been sentimental in her handling of the old stock - it had all gone in, save the more useful bits that she had set aside, presumably for charity. The cabinets, too, were all but dismantled, and he called out to attract the attention of his staff.

"Bloody hell, you've done a lot," he said, still shocked. "I've got a good team of workers, clearly."

Jenny shrugged with a small smile. "Well, we get the job done."

"I can see. You deserve a break, guys. Go and get a coffee or something, and be back in an hour. You'll be paid, don't worry. You've earnt that."

With one final look round the shop floor, and a shake of his head in awe at the speed of the work done, Daniel stepped back into the store room. He heard the bell that hung above the front door clink as his staff made their way onto the main street to grab refreshments, and wandered back into his office.

He sat on the chair, slowly spinning in place, and wondered if he should have joined them. It would have made for good bonding, after all, and he was going to spending a lot of time with those three people.

Pursing his lips in annoyance that he did not think of it earlier, he sighed, reaching for the drawer that contained his great-grandfather's will. He'd reread it dozens of times by this point, but there was no harm in checking it again.

The noise of his office door opening caused him to jump then. He looked up quizzically to see Jenny strolling in, a wicked grin growing on her face as she caught his eyes.

"Hello," she said simply, stepping further into the office and shutting the door behind her.

"Hello," Daniel replied. He stood, surreptitiously sliding shut the desk drawer as he did so and moving towards the stunning brunette. Daniel's member stirred in his pants at the salacious glint he recognised in the brunette's eyes, and she stepped towards him.

After another moment, he spoke. "You didn't go for coffee?"

"I didn't fancy a coffee. After all that manual labour, I've worked up quite an appetite for... something else. I thought you might be able to help me, Dan."

She lazily turned away then, nonchalantly unhooking the window blinds. They dropped down with a clatter, totally obscuring any view through the glass walls into his office.

"Did you now?" he grinned. "And what would that be?"

Jenny placed her hand on his chest and half-pushed, half-guided him into the chair that rested behind the desk. He thumped down onto it. "I thought I'd climb on top of you and ride your cock."

His grin spread wider. A week or so ago he would have been utterly taken aback by such a forward statement, but getting to know Jenny and the other women of this town had completely changed that.

"Do you think you could let me do that?" she continued, as in the same languid movement she climbed onto the chair after him, stoking her hand down his chest. She knelt on his lap, her calves either side of his thighs, her ass resting on his knees.

He glanced at the clock. "How long do we have?"

"Long enough."

She groaned as she grabbed his t-shirt, yanking it upwards with a glint in her eyes. Daniel laughed, hunching forwards to let her do so, and soon his bare chest was exposed. She pushed him back fully onto the chair, the cool leather against his back, then pressed her mouth against his.

He returned the kiss with passion; the sex inflaming his desire no less for its unexpectedness. Indeed, he wrapped his arms around Jenny, holding her close to him as their lips mashed together, his carnal hunger raging as powerfully as if he had been on edge for hours.

The brunette moaned as her fingertips pressed into his firm stomach, and Daniel's own hooked under her t-shirt. She broke the kiss to allow him to pull it over her head, and he smiled as her lacy dark blue bra was revealed. His hands quickly stroked upwards along the exposed flesh of her sides, before gently kneading her breasts through the soft material.

"Typical," she giggled, putting her hands on his cheeks and lifting his head. "Show a man a pair of tits and he can focus on nothing else."

Daniel smiled mischievously, giving the mounds another squeeze. "Not just any pair of tits, Jenny. They have to be particularly lovely."

She leaned forwards again, reinitiating their kiss, and once again Daniel returned it with passion. His hands ran over the smooth skin of her back as hers dropped to his jeans, fiddling hurriedly with his belt. Her insistence reminded Daniel that they had a limited amount of time - it was only a coffee break, after all.

He grabbed her, standing up so that they were both on their feet, and - not breaking the kiss - pushed his jeans downward. He kicked them off with his sneakers, watching them skid along the still-dusty floor, and Jenny did the same. Clearly, she had not forgotten their urgency in her lust, and she finally broke the kiss to stare into his eyes. Her hot breath washed over his face, and he glanced downwards at her wonderful body, half-naked in only her blue lace lingerie.

"Do you have time to take that off?" Daniel whispered, drinking in the sight of her.

"I'll make the time."

With that, she pushed him back down onto the chair, before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. She pulled it from her shoulders, placing it on the desk whilst Daniel sighed approvingly at her now-liberated tits. Jenny grinned back as she slid her knickers down her long, slender legs, placing them next to her bra.

"Just in case I need to get dressed in a hurry," she winked, stepping closer.

Daniel reached down, grasping the waistband of his boxers and beginning to tug them down. Jenny took hold of his wrists.

"Allow me."

She gently tugged the boxers, unhooking the black cotton from the tent made by his raging erection, and Daniel heard her quiet sigh as his cock sprang into view. She sank to her knees, pulling the underwear with her, until she had freed it from both ankles and dropped it next to her lingerie on the table.

Daniel groaned as she wrapped her left hand around his shaft, gently pumping on his length as she looked up at him. Her stylish brown hair glowed in the bright morning light cast through the window, and her hazel eyes stared hungrily into his.

"I'd love to suck your cock, but I fear we don't have the time," she sighed after a moment, and Daniel grinned as she pushed herself to her feet.

"We'll just have to think of something else to do..."

"Yes we will," Jenny said with a wink, turning around so that her back was to Daniel, then moving to straddle him in reverse. She reached behind her and placed her right hand on his chest, her left reaching between her legs and taking hold of Daniel's cock. He gasped as she did so, but Jenny seemed to take no notice. Positioning herself above his lap, she lowered herself onto his hard member.

"Fuck," he breathed as her pussy enveloped his cock. Soon she had been completely impaled on his length, and Daniel reached forwards to rest his hands on her hips as she rested on his lap. Her legs were slightly spread either side of Daniel's own, and her hands rested on the armrests of the office chair in which they sat.

Slowly, Jenny started to move. She lifted her hips gradually, then lowered them at the same pace, low moans drawn from her lips as she did so. Daniel was not silent either, groaning as his fingertips sank into her sides.

Abruptly, Jenny seemed to remember that they didn't have much time, and she turned her face to him as much as she could. A wicked smile adorned her beautiful features, her short brown hair framing that perfect face as best as it could. Her hazel eyes shimmered with lust when she opened her mouth to speak.

"I suppose we need to hurry up." She giggled at her words, though the sound was soon washed away by her own moans as her hips sped up their pace dramatically. All of a sudden she was bouncing on his shaft, her large breasts shaking at the rapid rise and fall of her body.

Daniel groaned loudly, taken aback by the sudden upsurge in energy. Not that he could not understand why; it was merely that it had caught him by surprise. He grasped Jenny's ass, delighting in squeezing it as she rode him, and felt his cock twitch.

"I want you to fuck me," Jenny said breathlessly after a moment, slowing the movement of her hips. "Fuck me, Dan."

He did not need to be asked again. Lowering his palms, Daniel scooped up Jenny's thighs. She lay backwards as he did so, her weight now resting on him entirely, and lifted her legs. Her arms moved to the armrests of the chair.

Settled in their new position, Daniel at once started to thrust. The angle made it much easier, and his cock was able to plunge into the brunette much more easily, something that Jenny clearly enjoyed. His lover cried out, her hands tightening noticeably on the black plastic armrests of the office chair, and he felt her depths trembling at the sudden onslaught of his cock.

Daniel's hands slipped round to Jenny's ass as he thrust wildly, responding to the stunning brunette's insistent demands. Her moans became shrill, her legs - which she now held up - grew shaky, and her pussy seemed to tighten as his cock crashed into it.

"Oh fuck... deeper... deeper..." she seemed to sob, her entire body beginning to tremble. "I'm going to come, Dan... make me come..."

Daniel grunted, slamming his hips upwards as hard and fast as he could. Jenny began to arch forwards, her arms gripping the chair tightly, her tits shaking on her chest with the force of his thrusts. He could not see her face, but he knew both from experience and the almost-desperate noises she was making that it would be screwed up in anticipation. She was moments away from release.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh FUUUCCK!"

She dropped her legs, pushing herself back against Daniel as wild shaking suddenly wracked her body. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and she shrieked out her orgasmic delight. He wrapped his arms around her waist, still fucking her trembling pussy, his balls tightening. He could not bring himself to stop now, even if she was already coming. Would not.

"I'm going to come, Jenny..." he breathed, but she was not listening. The gorgeous brunette still shook in his grasp, her climax tearing at her mind. She writhed, sobbing out her pleasure, and Daniel's hips drove unrelentingly into her snatch. He could feel the cum bubbling at the base of his shaft.

"Jenny, I'm... I'm coming!"

He cried out, pushing upwards into his lover's quivering depths, pleasure flooding through his mind as his own release arrived. He held Jenny close to him as his member exploded into her pussy, his jizz coating her hot walls. She twitched almost fitfully, still in the throes of an intense climax, and Daniel joined her, his thoughts clouded with joy as his cream shot into the stunning brunette.

It took a while for his own orgasm to finally pass, and slowly - gradually - he became aware of himself once more. He was holding Jenny tightly, though in her post-orgasmic state she didn't seem to care.




Oyster Creek Ch. 07



After a while, Jenny finally spoke. "That was better than a coffee."

Daniel laughed in response, groaning as Jenny slowly climbed from him and the chair, his sensitive member caressed for one more stroke as it sprang free. She turned to him, a grin lighting up her beautiful features, before reaching for her knickers.

"We should probably get back to work."

With a contented sigh, Daniel agreed.



Oyster Creek Ch. 08



The rest of the day passed smoothly for Daniel and the other staff at the Oyster Creek General Store. The disposal truck had taken away most of the junk that filled the store, but the display cases and remaining stock still needed to be dealt with. He had helped dismantle some of what was left before the truck returned for its second visit later in the day, then made his excuses to leave.

He had an appointment he could not miss. Earlier that day he had contacted a local law firm about the situation with the store and had arranged to meet a Ms Rosemary Bernholdt for the afternoon.

Wiping his hands down the front of his jeans, he called Jenny over. She smiled as she approached.

"Yes?"

"I have to head out for a bit," he said quietly. "Can you look after things here?"

She grinned. "Well, given that's what I was doing before you arrived in America, I think I can handle it."

"Thanks."

She looked at him a moment, and cocked her head. "Where are you going, if you don't mind me asking?"

Shit! He could hardly tell her what he was doing, not until he found out for sure. This revelation about the store could cause such a shitstorm he needed to guarantee it was true before he allowed that to happen.

He desperately wracked his mind for an excuse. "I'm going to... er... have a massage."

What the fuck, Dan. That's literally the worst excuse you've ever come up with.

"A massage?" she said, her eyebrow rising. "During work hours?"

"Um, yeh. It was the only slot they had."

She put on a bemused expression. "Well, enjoy yourself. Will you be back later today?"

"I don't know. Maybe. It depends how long it takes." He shrugged.

"How long your massage takes?"

"Yeh."

"Alright. Well, Claire and I are going to go and shop for new furniture for the store after this. I was going to ask you to come with us but I guess now you're... busy?"

Daniel grimaced. "Sorry, Jenny. I just really need this... massage."

"Have fun then, I guess."

With a puzzled shake of her head Jenny turned away, returning to continue clearing the store. Dan cursed his stupidity under his breath then left the store, waving down a cab as he did so. One of the benefits of the store being on the main street was there was always a taxi about when needed.

Still annoyed at his pathetic attempt for an excuse, he told the driver the name of the law firm and sat sourly in the back of the cab as the car moved off.

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Daniel pushed open the heavy door to 'Wills & Bernholdt Attorneys' and stepped into the lobby. The warmth was the first thing he noticed; despite the brightness of the morning sun outside it was colder than it looked. Almost immediately his nose threatened to start running with the transition, and he hurriedly sniffed in a lungful of air before approaching reception.

"Can I help you?" said the young man behind the desk, his suit pristine. His neatly-parted brown hair made Daniel feel scruffy all of a sudden, but he pushed the thought from his mind with a small smile.

"I'm here to see Rosemary Bernholdt," Daniel replied.

"Is she expecting you, sir?"

"She is."

"Then take a seat, please."

Daniel did as he was asked, fingering the brown folder - which contained copies of the Birch family tree and his great-grandfather's will - as he glanced around the pleasant reception. Pale red carpet complimented the peach-coloured walls, and certificates and diplomas hung all around like an academically impressive gallery. He heard the faint buzz of an intercom and a gentle murmur as the receptionist talked with a woman who Daniel presumed was Ms Bernholdt.

After a few minutes of silence, the buzz sounded again, and the receptionist looked over to Daniel. "You may go in," he said with a pleasant smile.

Daniel stood, thanking the man as he stepped through into the hallway beyond the lobby, immediately seeing the door labelled 'R. Bernholdt' and knocking.

"Come in!" said a friendly voice from the other side of the door.

He pushed it open, shutting it behind him as he strode into the expansive office. Light streamed in through the large windows, and wooden bookshelves and chairs almost managed to make such a generous space seem cluttered. The ornate wooden desk behind which Ms Bernholdt worked did not help matters.

She was a pretty woman, Daniel thought. Likely in her early-forties, with a kindly demeanour which belied her obviously-impressive intelligence. No one gets their own law practice without being fucking clever, he thought to himself as he took a seat at her suggestion. Black hair was curled stylishly about her face, and her brown eyes regarded him with friendliness.

He had to suppress a grin as she ran the fingers of her left hand through her hair and the large gold band that sat in her ring finger glinted in the sunlight. Well I suppose that's that then!

Which was not a bad thing, Daniel knew. There was a time and a place for two people to try and work out whether the other wanted to get into their pants and, if both did, getting down to it. This was not that time nor that place.

"Now that we're comfortable, how can I help you Mr Porter-Michaels?"

Daniel leaned forwards, handing her the small brown folder. She opened it, leafing through the documents, then looked up at him.

"A property or inheritance debate, I presume?" she said in her softly soothing American accent.

Daniel chuckled. "In a manner of speaking. My family's company owns that store, or at least they think they do. They sent me over here to run it for them, and then I found those documents."

"Where did you find them?"

"I found the will in an old office. The family tree I found in the local archives."

Rosemary Bernholdt raised an eyebrow. "Well, according to these it does look like store is actually owned by the Birch family. Does your family's company know?"

"They do not. But when I tell them, they're going to be annoyed."

"I would imagine so."

She leaned forwards then. "So, I presume your presence here is to fight this Birch family and maintain your family's ownership of the store? I do not like to make predictions when I have so little to work with, but I have to admit Mr Porter-Michaels that your chances are slim. These documents are pretty water-tight."

"You misunderstand me," Daniel smiled. "I want to know if those documents do give ownership to the Birch family. If they do, I want to enforce them."

Rosemary Bernholdt sat back then, a puzzled look on her face. "So, let me get this straight, you were sent here by your company - who think they own the store - to look after it. Having done so, you have found evidence that in fact they do not own it, and you want to bring that evidence to light, knowing it will hurt your company?"

Daniel nodded. "Roughly speaking, yes."

"Then please, you must give me the background to all this. It all sounds very confusing."

Daniel spent the next few minutes explaining things in as much detail as he could, from being sent out to Oregon to his latter discoveries in the archiving office. She listened intently, occasionally scribbling something down on the pad of paper in front of her, and nodded at infrequent intervals.

Eventually he had recounted the whole sorry tale, and Ms Bernholdt looked at him, lost in thought. After a moment, she spoke.

"Well, it seems to me to be a fairly simple case on the face of it, although these things never are. What I can do is tell you that it's certainly a case I'd like to take on for you, but I will need to research it a little more before I can make any statements as to your chances."

"That sounds fine, Ms Bernholdt," Daniel said with a smile.

"Well then, Mr Porter-Michaels, shall I call you when I find something out?"

"If you could."

She stood, proffering her hand, and Daniel shook it briskly. "Thank you for your time."

"Not at all," she smiled back. "This case has piqued my interest. I'll endeavour to get back to you by the end of the day."

Daniel thanked her again as he made his way from her office, and soon he found himself back out on the street. Digging his phone out of his pocket, he called up Jenny's number and dialled. After a few rings, she answered.

"Heya Dan," she said sweetly at the other end. "How did your massage go?"

He'd forgotten he'd spun that little lie. What was he thinking? Oh well, nothing to do about it now.

He swallowed. "It was fine. Lovely. Um, how's the store?"

"It's great. The garbage truck came back and took away the rest of the crap. Place looks so bare but Claire and I chose the perfect furniture from the outlet earlier. It's being delivered tomorrow so we'll be back up and running before you know it."

"Excellent, excellent." He paused a moment, before continuing. "Listen, Jenny, there's something quite important I need to discuss with you. Would you mind if I came round a little later?"

Sudden concern entered Jenny's voice. "Are you alright, Dan? Of course you can come round. But, I'll tell you what, I'm going to send the staff home now because there's nothing else to do. How about I come round to your hotel? I've got the car, after all."

"That sounds fine, Jenny. And don't worry, there's nothing wrong. Just something... important."

"You've got me intrigued now," she laughed down the line. "I'll see you in about an hour?"

"Deal."

They said their goodbyes and hung up, and Daniel surveyed the street in silence letting his thoughts coalesce. As they did so, the sheer enormity of the lawyer's news finally began to sink in. The store was not his family's. It was Jenny's and Lucy's.

It was not his family's.

He did not even try to suppress the grin that spread slowly but surely across his face. His family were going to get the shock of their lives.

******************

Daniel approached his hotel room door with trepidation after a loud knock had signified Jenny's arrival. Reaching out to open it, his hand hovered briefly over the doorhandle, and he realised he was nervous. This surprised him slightly, but before he could psychoanalyse himself any further he had pulled the door open and found Jenny regarding him with a broad smile.

She was wearing a pale blue t-shirt - which Daniel couldn't help but notice stretched wonderfully over her large breasts - and black jeans. Her hair, as always, was immaculately styled. He wondered how long she had to spend on it each morning; for him, preparing his hair took a handful of styling putty and maximum of thirty seconds.

Either way, he could not leave her standing there, and he invited her in quickly. She stepped inside and he shut the door behind her before waving her over to the chairs by the window.

"Ah yes, I suppose I didn't really think that my home might be more comfortable than this," she laughed as she took her seat. "Still, what was it you wanted to tell me about?"

Dan smiled at her, moving over to the minibar. "Well, first let me get you a drink. I don't have a lot in here, but we've got coke and soda water amongst some other crap."

"A coke will be fine," she smiled, taking the small can and the glass that Daniel offered her.

He took a seat opposite her and waited for the beautiful brunette to fill the glass and take a sip before he spoke.

"I told you earlier I had some news," he said at last, and Jenny nodded at him.

"You did."

"Well, perhaps I should first say that I was not having a massage earlier. I said that because I didn't want you to know where I was. I was at a law firm."

Jenny set down the glass. "You were seeing a lawyer? What the hell for, Dan? You've been here four days, please don't tell me someone is suing you already."

Daniel laughed. "No, no. Nothing like that. I've not managed to annoy anyone that much. Not yet, anyway."

"Not yet?"

He took a deep breath. "Hear me out, ok? When I was going through my grandfather's old desk the other day I found something in a locked drawer. It was his will."

"His will?"

Daniel reached over behind him, picking up the brown folder from the counter and placing it in front of Jenny on the small wooden hotel table. He flipped it open, running his finger down the page until he drew attention to the appropriate section.

As Jenny opened it her eyes widened. Then she looked up at him, stunned.

"Does this... say what I think it says?"

He nodded. "It does. I looked you up, Jenny. Your parents own that store. Mark and Lucy Birch were your grandparents."

"They were," she said softly. "Dan, I have something I should tell you, too."

"Yes?"

"My parents left everything to me and Lucy. They arranged it with lawyers before they went. They took the money mom earned from selling her shares and they started a new life. If this store belongs to them then..." she swallowed, looking at him earnestly before continuing, "then it belongs to Lucy and me."

Now it was his turn to be stunned. "It belongs to you?"

"Apparently," she said quietly, looking down at the document again.

"Which lawyers dealt with your parent's wishes?"

She looked up at him and shrugged. "I think it was something like 'Wills & Bernholdt'? I don't remember. It was years ago."

That's the same lawyer...

Jenny obviously did not see the look that swept across his face at that realisation, and she continued. "I can't believe this. How sure is the lawyer?"

"She seemed pretty damn sure. She said she'd call me later today, but she hasn't yet. Do you want me to call her?"

Jenny nodded, still taking it all in.

"Alright. Hold on a sec, Jenny."

Daniel pulled out his phone and dialled the lawyer's office. A few minutes later he was talking to her directly and she confirmed that, yes, it belonged to Jenny's parents, and yes, she would represent them if required. When she was told about the arrangement Jenny's parents had she asked him to wait whilst her secretary fetched the appropriate documentation.

A minute or so later she was back on the line and telling Daniel that it had indeed been her partner in the firm that dealt with that case. Everything in Oregon that had been Jenny's parents' now belonged to her and her sister. That included the store.

He thanked her before ringing off and turning back to Jenny. The beautiful woman sat there blank-faced, still in a state of shock at the news.

"It's yours, Jenny. You own that store."

A smile curled the corners of her lips, then it grew wider. And wider. Colour flooded back into her face.

Seconds later, she had flung her arms round Daniel's neck and was kissing him.

"Dan, that's the most amazing news I've ever received. And the most unexpected."

She laughed, then whirled away, back to her chair. "I have to tell Lucy. I have to tell everyone!"

"Woah, calm down, woman," Daniel said, stepping closer. "Let it sink in first. The lawyer says it's a pretty open-and-shut case but that doesn't mean you should tell everyone right away. By all means tell Lucy, but let's allow things to settle before you make it public knowledge."

She stared at him a moment, her hazel eyes shimmering with happiness, then nodded. "You're right, of course."

Daniel sat down opposite her as she pulled out her phone and dialled Lucy. There was no answer.

"She's not answering. I guess she's busy at the moment." Jenny shrugged, putting the phone back in her pocket. Suddenly, a smile crept onto her face and she laughed. "Of course she's busy! Jared's in town this afternoon."

"Jared?"

"An old friend of hers, and you know my sister."

Daniel chuckled. "I do indeed."

Jenny's face dropped a little then, and Daniel picked up on an undertone of sadness that had not been there moments before.

"I'll tell her later. But, Dan, it dawns on me that this is not good news for you. I've been so rude, bursting with joy at your misfortune. I'm so sorry."

He grinned and reached out, taking Jenny's hand. "Jenny, don't be sorry. Firstly, of course you're happy. You shouldn't apologise for that. Secondly, this is great news for me."

"It is?" she asked, a puzzled look on her lovely face.

"Of course. I get to stick my middle finger up at the company back in Britain. I get to say 'hey guys, you've fucked me, now I'm going to fuck you'. It will be glorious, Jenny."

She raised her eyebrows and laughed. "I'm glad you're happy too. But fuck me, Dan, remind me never to piss you off!"

He smiled, amused. "Jenny, as long as you don't send me halfway across the world, away from the life I know and love, to try and punish me severely for what you perceive as wrongdoing, I'll never be vindictive towards you."

A moment's silence passed between them. Then, Jenny stood. "You know what, Dan? This calls for a celebration."

He reclined on his chair as he watched her move over to the phone by the bedside. She dialled reception.

"Hello, could I speak to room service please? ... Oh, you do that too? Well, could I get a bottle of champagne please? ... How much is that? ... How much is the next one down? ... I'll take that one."

Giving Daniel's room number, she hung up. Then she grinned. "The champagne they suggested was $400. I'm not spending that, not even for news like this. The next one down was $40."

"Much more reasonable," he laughed.

Shortly afterwards a knock at the door meant the arrival of their bottle, and Jenny brought it in, though not before having to present her driving licence to prove she was over 21. Much to Daniel's annoyance, she insisted on paying for it ("it's my good news, Dan!") and soon they were settled at the table once more.

He opened the bottle, pouring them out a glass each of the delicious liquid, and raised his glass.

"To the general store, and it's new owners," he said, and Jenny grinned as they clinked their glasses before taking a sip.

They chatted for a while, enjoying each other's company, and Daniel was pleased to note how well Jenny was taking all this in her stride. She really was quite something. Before long, the topic of conversation had turned back to the store.

"You should probably contact your family," she said sympathetically. "I know it might not be fun, but they need to know."

"Oh, it'll be fun," he grinned in return. "I can contact them now if you like?"

She shook her head. "No, let's not ruin this evening. Email them in the morning."

A moment of silence passed before she spoke again. "Oh, Dan, I meant to say that a truck came by the store this afternoon to deliver a new sign."

"Oh?"

"Yeh, I asked Rodrigo to design a new logo for the store this morning. He did it over lunch and took it upon himself to get it printed, too."

Daniel pursed his lips. "Is it any good?"

"It's gorgeous, Dan."

"It is?"

"Absolutely. Thing is, it came so quickly he must have designed it in an hour or something. He's going to scale great heights with talent like that."

Daniel raised his glass again. "To Rodrigo!"

Jenny giggled as she clinked her own against it, and they both finished off their champagne. The bottle was gone.

Daniel stood then, taking away the empty bottle and putting it by the door. He'd recycle it in the morning. Jenny had stood, too, and was putting the glasses by the sink.

He watched her a moment, enjoying the sight of her lovely figure, and realised he was getting turned on. That was not surprising, given he had just spent the best part of an hour in her lovely company, but it did mean that certain thoughts flooded into his mind.

She caught him watching her then and smiled. "You look like you've got something to say, Dan."

He closed the distance between them quickly, placing an arm around her waist.

"It's just that it dawns on me, Jenny, that you shouldn't go driving home having just had that champagne. You need to wait at least a few hours."




Oyster Creek Ch. 08



She grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that. I didn't fancy sitting in the lobby or catching a cab. Perhaps we should take a nap on that lovely, comfortable bed?"

"I can think of something more fun to do on that bed," he whispered as he leaned in close.

Then they were kissing, Jenny's hands seizing his shoulders as sudden passion seemed to course through her. Wrapping his other arm around her hips, Daniel pulled her close to him, and their tongues duelled as they moaned into each other's mouths.  

Jenny's hands were not still, immediately grasping his shirt and tugging it upwards. He broke the kiss to let her do so and then returned the motion, guiding his lover's t-shirt over her head. Her bra was revealed but he had no intention of leaving it there, instead reaching around to unhook its clasp and allowing the garment to fall to the floor.

Instantly his hands were on her large breasts, kneading the soft mounds, and as he leant forwards to tease her nipples with his tongue he felt her hands on his belt. He let her open his pants and pulled himself away from her chest to tug the trousers down.

At the same time, she reached for the button to her own jeans and soon she was wriggling free from the tight denim, revealing her slender legs and pretty knickers she wore. Daniel pulled her close to him again, groaning as her hand slipped between them to massage his hard cock through his boxers, and then turned her towards the bed.

She broke the kiss with a wicked smile as she climbed backwards onto the mattress, hooking her fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and sliding the knickers from her body. Her pussy looked amazing as she did so, and Daniel hurriedly removed his own boxers to join her in nakedness.

That done, he swiftly clambered on after her, realising with amusement that they had gone from dressed to nude in less than two minutes. As he moved next to Jenny to reinitiate their kiss, she rolled on top of him, leaving his back pressed against the cool bedsheets beneath them.

She kissed him deeply yet hungrily, closing her eyes and forcing her tongue into his mouth. Daniel responded in kind, wrapping his arms around the brunette and hugging her to him, delighting in the feeling of her naked form against his own. Both writhed faintly with the anticipation of what was to come.

Eventually Jenny broke the kiss, staring down at him with animal lust and pushing herself free from his grip. She slid her legs upwards until she straddled his chest, her knees by his head. Her wonderful breasts hung down, and Daniel could not help but reach up to grab them, kneading the soft mounds with his fingers. His lover moaned, a small smile on her face, before she grasped his wrists and pulled them away.

With that, Jenny lifted her hips, crawling forwards above him until her pussy was inches from his face, and Daniel did not need her to ask for what she wanted. He placed his now-free hands on her ass and yanked her down onto his mouth, immediately pressing his tongue against her folds and enjoying the euphoric moan that the movement drew from Jenny's lips.

The brunette above him, Daniel set to work on her snatch, carefully running the flat of his tongue across her lips, making sure to cover every inch of her delicate pussy with his saliva. She clearly appreciated his efforts as long groans issued forth every time his tongue renewed contact, and Daniel licked languorously at her snatch.

He threw his head from side to side, eating her messily, closing his eyes to bury his face between her legs and feel her lips pressed against his. His tongue made great arcs over her folds, her pleasure clearly growing, and Daniel could feel her thighs tense against his cheeks.

His hands slid over her her ass and lower back as he devoured her snatch, caressing her silky skin. Jenny's weight was on his chest, but it was insignificant compared to his desire to pleasure her.

She moaned as she arched her back, although Daniel noticed that she made sure to keep her pussy pressed against his face. His lover reached behind her, placing her palms flat on his thighs for support and looking down at him with half-glazed hazel eyes.

He stared back at the brunette, not wanting to break the eye contact, and delighted in the faint shivers that ran through her body. She was doing her best not to break their shared gaze either, and his lust raged as her pleasure clearly grew too great. Her eyes rolled back, and she pressed her hips even more firmly against his mouth.

His tongue smeared over her pussy now, her juices coating his jaw, but he did not care. She was clearly not far off an orgasm, and he was not going to disappoint his lover. Reaching up with his right hand, he found one of her large breasts, moaning into her pussy as he grasped the soft mound. She voiced her own pleasure at the feeling as he rolled her nipple gently between his forefinger and thumb, matching the pace of his tongue, which had begun to circle her clit.

She rubbed her folds back against him in time, and the shivers that had grown so slowly now seemed to wrack her lower body. Her thighs twitched and her breathing quickened, her eyes seeming to unfocus as her release started to crest.

"Oh fuck, Dan... yes... yes..."

He let go of her nipple, instead grasping her entire breast, his fingertips sinking into it as his tongue engulfed her clit. Jenny's own fingers dug into his thighs almost painfully, but Daniel was not about to stop his efforts just to move them.  

Instead, he stared into her hazel eyes as the moment arrived, his cock twitching as the first sob of pure rapture burst from Jenny's lungs.

"Fuck... yes!" she cried, her body seeming to dissolve into a fit of spasms, her pussy twitching noticeably against his tongue. Each slow contraction of her depths was met with a blissful exhalation in his gorgeous lover, and Daniel held her hips pinned against his mouth. He slowed the sweeps of his tongues as she climaxed, of course, but he did not stop them, and he delighted in the way her eyes rolled back as the euphoria battered her mind.

Jenny came for a good while, and Daniel slowly ceased stimulating her as she sank down onto his chest, breathless. He planted a few last kisses on her still-shivering pussy, each drawing a whimper of satisfaction from his lover, before slumping back onto the pillow and gazing up at the stunning brunette.

She sat there a moment, breathing deeply, before she lifted her head and gazed back at him. The spark of her lust still raged there, and the corners of her mouth quickly twisted into a wicked smile as she reached behind her.

It was Daniel's turn to gasp as she wrapped her hand around his cock, slowly running it along his length, pumping his shaft. Her breasts called out to his hands, and he answered that call with his palms.

"Mmm... I think there's more to come, don't you?" she said low, her hazel eyes glinting mischievously.

"I do," he growled, hunching forwards to grasp Jenny's waist and rolling over. Her arms were immediately around his neck and she was kissing him, her tongue pushing into his mouth. He groaned as he felt her breasts pressing against his chest, and returned her kiss with fervour.

Jenny's hands slid to his waist, then upwards to his chest, and she slowly pushed him away. He broke the kiss, allowing himself to be guided as she sat upright, until he was resting on his knees.

"I want you to fuck me from behind, Dan," she whispered as she extricated her legs, and Daniel could only watch on in awe as the brunette beauty smoothly twisted around. Soon she was on her hands and knees, regarding him with a hungry spark in glowing hazel eyes. "Well?"

He was immediately in motion, clambering forwards until he was behind Jenny, running his hands down her smooth back. She looked so wonderful on all-fours in front of him, and he couldn't resist a quick squeeze of her lovely ass before grasping his cock.

Jenny moaned as he shifted forwards and rubbed his head against her folds, then moaned even louder as it found her entrance and slipped inwards. He moved in an inch, then another, slowly but inexorably sliding further inside his gorgeous lover.

She breathed out a moan as his hips touched her ass, his cock nestled completely inside her, and Daniel joined her vocalised pleasure as he began to move. His member passed easily into her welcoming snatch, caressed by her tight and silky walls.

He took the time to really drink in the sight before him. Jenny was on her palms, her arms straight, her back slightly curled as he held her ass. He could see the sides of her breasts hanging beneath her chest, and resisted the urge to reach forward and grasp them. Not yet.

Instead, he squeezed her ass once more, and slowly started to pick up his pace. Thrills ran through him at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of his lover's hot pussy, and he groaned at the pleasurable sensations her walls sent sparking through him.

Daniel lifted his left leg, placing it sole-down on the bedsheets, slightly altering his position for better leverage with which to fuck the brunette who moaned so sweetly in ecstasy before him. A few seconds later that was exactly what he was doing, and his hips slammed more forcefully against Jenny's ass.

"That's so... good... Dan... fuck me..." she panted, her fingers digging into the sheets.

He could keep his hands from her breasts no longer. One of his favourite things about this position was the ease with which he could grasp a lover's chest, and he intended this time to be no different. Leaning forwards - though careful not to slow the obviously effective movements of his hips - Daniel took hold of Jenny's swinging breasts, groaning as he felt the soft flesh of the large mounds in his hands.

"My God... Dan... I'm going to... to..."

Her words failed her as she slumped forwards, burying her face in the mattress, her moans growing louder and louder. He let go of her breasts and moved his hands back to her ass, once more grasping the supple flesh as he let his pace explode.

Loud slapping filled Jenny's bedroom as his pelvis crashed against her ass, and he could feel the tightening of his balls. He knew he was close, and so was his lover, given the way she seemed intent on ripping the bedsheets with primal lust, and the faint constriction of her depths.

A jolt of pleasure ran through him, and Daniel knew the moment had arrived. With a loud cry he came, his hips slamming against Jenny as his cream spurted forth. Ecstasy battered his mind, and he felt his muscles twitching at the strength of his orgasm.

As if the thought of his cum as it spattered against her walls was enough, Jenny joined him. Her pussy spasmed against his member, tightening against his probing length and rippling along its surface. She raised her head, her hazel eyes glazed and rolled back, and screamed out her euphoria.

"YEEESSSS!" Her body quivered, her arms grasping uselessly at the bed beneath her for support. Rapture seared through her, and for a long moment their pleasure fused them, both lost to the utter bliss of their release, connected in more ways than one.

Eventually, Daniel's climax passed, and he slumped down on top of his lover, gulping in air. The faint shivering of her depths told him that she, too, was coming round, and with a faint groan he pulled his cock free, slowly lowering himself down next to Jenny and beginning to nuzzle her neck.

She moaned into the mattress, before pushing her torso upright and meeting Daniel's lips with her own. Their tongues duelled for a moment, before she rolled onto her side and grinned at him.

"I'm glad the news about the store pleases you so much," Daniel laughed as he eyed her wonderful body with satisfaction.

She giggled.

"Not as much as you do."



Oyster Creek Ch. 09



Daniel gave his email one final read, grinning as he did so. His family were going to get the shock of their lives when they realised what he'd done and the consequences of his discovery. He couldn't wait for the shitstorm that was about to follow.

Clicking send, he reclined on his chair. Now to wait. It was 7am in Oyster Creek, which made it 11pm back home in London. If he was lucky, his family would still be awake and hear the beep of their Blackberries. Otherwise, he would not hear from them until the afternoon.

He didn't like waiting. Sucking his teeth, he stood, walking to the bathroom and splashing some water on his face. As he towelled off, he heard a buzz, followed by the familiar jingle of his ringtone.

He grinned, hurrying back out into the main room of his small hotel suite and picking up.

"Hello?"

His grin broadened when he heard a familiar voice at the other end.

"Daniel! What the hell is this shit you've just sent me? What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Hello mother," he said in his most-calm voice. "I think I explained everything quite well in the email, personally."

The quality of the call wasn't great, but he was pretty sure he heard her growl. "Well you can explain it again. Right now. What are you playing at?"

"I am merely revealing the truth. I discovered a will whilst I was out here, and it says that the store belongs to the Birch family."

"And how hard did you look for this will? You need to grow up, Daniel, and stop acting like a child. If you want to be let back into this family empire then you need to-"

"Need to what?" he interrupted, a flare of annoyance stabbing through him. His mother always knew how to wind him up. "Firstly, I did not 'look' for the will; I found it in an old drawer of that decrepit old shop you sent me to look after. Secondly, Jenny Birch and her sister Lucy have both worked incredibly hard on that same store and it seems just to me that they are, in fact, it's rightful owners."

"Jenny and Lucy Birch," his mother said sarcastically. "Why am I not surprised? Your dick constantly gets you into trouble, Daniel. You need to stop thinking about getting yourself some pieces of American filth and start thinking about your future."

"I'm sorry?" Dan responded, stunned.

A moment's silence down the other end of the line made Daniel think his mother realised she had gone to far. But there was no such luck. "I said," she growled. "You need to stop thinking about all the little whores you get to fuck by acting like a little prat, and instead-"

"Fuck off." Daniel said it as calmly and dispassionately as he could, though he was aware some of his seething rage had probably leaked into the statement.

The voice at the other end of the phone sounded stunned. A few seconds later, that silence broke with a scream. "WHAT!?"

"I said, 'fuck off'. I mean it. What you can do, mother, is you can fuck off. Don't talk to me like that. Don't talk about people who have more moral integrity than you could possibly muster like that, either. Essentially, dearest mother: fuck off."

Before she could launch into a blistering rage of her own, Daniel heard the phone crackle and then a man's voice was talking down the phone. His father.

"Daniel, I don't know what you just said but your mother looks as if she's going to have an apoplexy. You need to sort this mess out now. Now. Tell this Birch family that the store is not theirs, and that it belongs to us. If there's a legal mess to be had, then you can clean it up. You made it."

Somewhere in the background he could hear his mother wailing. "He told me to fuck off!"

He grinned. "No, I won't. And I've already told mother to fuck off, so I have no problem repeating that to you. Father?"

"Yes?" his father said, clearly annoyed.

"Fuck off."

"That's it!" the old man roared. "I'm booking flights as soon as we're done here. I will sort this mess out if you don't have the ability. But know this: if you still defy us when we get out there it will be the final nail in the coffin of your career."

His mother shouted in the background. "They have tickets to get us there on Friday! I'm booking them now. That runt will learn some manners!" She must have run straight to the laptop.

"Did you hear that Daniel? We're coming out on Friday. Fix this mess before then, or you'll-"

Dan hung up. He'd heard enough. Slumping down on his bed he collected his thoughts. Friday. Friday. That was three days!

Sitting upright he flicked through his phonebook and had soon dialled Jenny. The phone rang four times before she picked up.

"Heya Dan, what's up?" her sweetly soothing voice said.

"I just spoke to my parents."

She paused. "Oh? They called?"

"I guess they felt they had to after that email."

"And?"

He sighed. "Well, firstly let me apologise. I may have kind of kicked the hornet's nest."

"What did you do, Dan?" Jenny said with a slightly exasperated tone. "I knew I shouldn't have let you contact your parents."

"I suppose there's a chance that I might have, well..."

"What?"

"Told them both to fuck off."

Jenny laughed. "That's just great, Dan. I bet they took that real well."

"Not so much. Jenny, they're coming over on Friday."

She stopped laughing in an instant. "Friday?"

"Yeh," he said slowly, grimacing even though she couldn't see his face. "I'm sorry about that."

There was silence on the end of the line for a moment. At length she spoke again. "You've a talent for fucking with people's plans," she sighed. "Friday."

"Look, I'm sorry, I'll-"

"Shut up, Dan."

He actually did. It even shocked himself.

For a few moments neither of them spoke. "Friday," Jenny repeated, as if trying to fully take in what they meant. "You know that, that's not so bad."

"It's not?" Daniel was stunned. He had expected her to never want to speak to him again.

"No, it's not. I want to get this all out of the way. If you'd asked me to set a date, I'd keep putting it off, but I work well under pressure. Friday. I can do that. Dan, let's get the store opened on Thursday."

"Thursday?" he asked. Now it was his turn to be shocked. "But Jenny, that's the day after tomorrow!"

"I know. But we can do it. Think about it; you're getting the display cases today, right? I'm going to go and start looking for suppliers. I already have a list. If you can get just one or two by Thursday then we'll be good to open. How amazing will that look? How much more difficult will it be for your family to contest after we've put so much work in?"

Daniel didn't think it worked like that, but he agreed with the rest of her point. It could be done, and Jenny seemed determined. "Alright, Jenny. Let's get it opened by Thursday."

"Perfect!" she said. She actually sounded excited.

"Jenny, your ability to find the good in a situation astounds me."

She laughed. "And your ability to sound pessimistic. Well, I suppose I should get started. I know exactly who I'm going to approach."

"Oh?"

"Yeh, a local painter. I know him quite well and he's very good. I reckon he'll be delighted to show his art in the new store."

"Anything you want me to do?" Daniel asked.

"Actually there is. I left my driving license in your hotel room when I had to show it to get the champagne. I don't need it now but can you drop it off at my house on your way into the store?"

Daniel glanced around the room. Sure enough, her driving license was lying next to the television. "Sure. Should I just stick it in the mailbox or something?"

"What? No! Anyone could steal it if you did that, Dan," she laughed. "No, you'll be fine. Lucy should be in. There's another silver lining for you, huh?"

"I guess I'll find out," he chuckled.

"I best go, Dan. I need to get started on finding stock. But before I do, one more thing?"

"Yes?"

"Let me talk to your parents next time, alright?"

Dan laughed. "Fair enough, Jenny. Good luck."

"Thanks. And don't get into work too late, Dan."

"Oh, I won't. I'll leave now."

"Yeh, via my house. Where my sister is."

He heard her laughing as she ended the call. Shaking his head with a wry smile, he picked up his assorted belongings and headed for the door, grabbing Jenny's driving license on the way.

Friday.

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Daniel tipped the taxi driver as he climbed out, checking the address on the driving licence one final time before the car pulled away. It was correct, as it had been every other time he'd looked, and he strode to the door.

He knocked, looking around as he did so. It was a good-sized house, with white wooden walls and a well looked-after garden. Grass bordered by graceful flowering bushes probably did not require too much work, but still gave a lovely impression.

He turned back to the door as he heard the latch, and smiled as it swung open. Lucy stood there in a silk dressing gown, the front pushed out by her wonderfully huge breasts, and though the belt was done up Daniel could quite clearly see the outline of her figure. Her long, wavy blonde hair fell down over one shoulder, and her brown eyes radiated friendliness.

"Why hello there, hun."

Daniel smiled back. "Jenny left her driving licence in my hotel room. She told me to bring it round."

"In your hotel room, huh? She didn't tell me that's where she'd left it," Lucy laughed. "But she did tell me you'd be bringing it round."

"Excellent." Daniel proffered Lucy the slip of laminated card. "Could you give it to her then?"

"Sure thing."

Lucy took it, turning back to place it on the small table by the door. She paused a moment, before returning her gaze to Daniel.

"Would you like to come in? Unless you plan on walking to work you'll need a ride. Give me a few minutes and I'll give you one."

"You'll give me a ride?" Daniel said with a mischievous smile.

Lucy's eyes sparkled. "Of course. Won't you come in?"

Daniel laughed, and stepped past Lucy into the hall. It was large and well-furnished, with pale blue walls and a larger table against the wall to complement the smaller one by the door.

"Can I get you a drink?" Lucy said, waving him through to the living room. "We've soda if you like."

"Sure. Thanks," he said, taking a seat. She wandered off to the kitchen.

"So what was my sister doing in your hotel room?"

Daniel paused a moment before responding, shaking his head with mirth. "What do you think?"

He heard Lucy giggle. After a moment, she returned with a coke. "Here you are, hun."

"Thanks," he said, taking it, before looking up at the stunning blonde. After a moment he spoke.

"I don't know if Jenny's given you the news, Lucy, but I should tell you that you and her are the rightful owners of the Oyster Creek General Store."

Lucy looked down at him with a warm smile. "She has told me. It's a lot to take in, hun. I wasn't going to say anything since I didn't want to gloat, but yes, I know."

"Well, she wants to open it on Thursday."

Lucy's eyes opened wide. "Thursday?"

"Yup."

"Well, if anyone can do it, my sister can," Lucy shrugged. "And thanks for doing what you did, Dan. It would have been very easy to just keep it to yourself."

Daniel smiled, slightly embarrassed. "It was the right thing to do."

"Maybe, but you've got a lot to lose. It takes a strong person to do that."

"Thanks, Lucy."

He took a sip from his soda, before glancing back up at the blonde beauty. He needed to redirect this conversation away from embarrassing him.

"If you don't mind me asking, why is it you're only part-time at the store?"

"Wish you saw more of my lovely face?" she said, a teasing smile on her lips.

He chuckled. "Something like that."

"Well, I design and model my own clothes Monday to Wednesday. I'd do it for the whole week, but the money's not quite there yet to live off that alone."

"What sorts of clothes do you design?"

Lucy's smile broadened into a wicked grin. "Lingerie."

Lingerie?! Daniel's cock twitched at the mere thought, and he had spoken the next words before he could catch himself. "Got any pictures?"

Lucy laughed, her brown eyes glowing. "Yes, of course I do. Would you like to see them?"

He could only nod.

"Then follow me."

Daniel stood, following the well-stacked blonde from the living room and up the stairs. He could do nothing but stare at her lovely ass as she climbed the steps ahead of him, though he was quite sure she would not have cared.

They came to a small room at the end of the landing which Lucy stepped into. Daniel followed her, and his eyes widened in surprise. Pencils and pads and stencils and scissors lay everywhere, and he turned to Lucy. He must have looked shocked, because she laughed.

"Yes, I really do design underwear. I wasn't lying."

"I never suggested you were!" he hastily said. "I just didn't think it required so much... equipment."

"Well, designing underwear properly takes a little more work than those pictures of women in their bras you drew at the back of your sketchbook in school." She laughed at that. "Here, there's my portfolio. I'm going to go and change. Enjoy it." She winked at him, then left, taking the door immediately to the right of her study.

Daniel held the thick, broad book. It was fake-leather bound with expensive glossy paper within, and he took a seat before opening it.

The very first picture took his breath away, and it never returned as he leafed through the pages. Every image looked fantastic. Most were of Lucy, standing or reclining in numerous seductive poses, gorgeous underwear adorning her form. Some of it he swore he had seen before, and it took a moment before he realised he had done - on Jenny. Obviously she got her lingerie from her sister, which given the quality of these designs was not altogether a surprise. Occasionally women he did not recognise would be in a photo, but they all looked great, and more importantly Lucy's underwear looked great on them all.

Of course, the pictures were not overly erotic - they were underwear models not softcore pornstars, after all - but a certain level of eroticism was inescapable in images of beautiful, scantily-clad women. Daniel breathed in sharply as he turned to the last page, a two-sheet spread of Lucy awaiting him there. She stood smiling at the camera, her wavy blonde hair swept forward over one shoulder, her hands by her hips and a set of lacey purple underwear protecting her modesty.

He glanced up as the door opened, and smiled at Lucy. She was still in her robe, and she stood looking at him with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

"Having fun?" she said at last.

"I am indeed," he breathed, staring at her. Seeing her in those pictures had brought his member half to attention, and he yearned to grasp the stunning woman who regarded him with a wicked smile. "But it seems I've finished the portfolio."

"That's a shame," she said back without breaking eye contact, still standing motionless in the doorway.

"Do you have any more pictures?" Daniel placed the heavy book back on the desk which Lucy had picked it up from. "I'd like to see some if you do."

"How about we go one better, hun?"

With that, she undid the belt to the dressing gown, letting it slide from her shoulders and flutter to the floor. Daniel's breath caught in his throat; underneath the golden silk she was wearing a white teddy. His eyes eagerly took in the sight, the frilly-edged lace that pushed out magnificently from her huge breasts, then hugged her slim form.

In one movement he stood and stepped towards her, wrapping her in his arms, crushing his body against hers. Immediately, their lips pressed together, initiating a passionate kiss, and Daniel groaned at the feeling of her wonderful figure tight to him. His hands roved over her back, feeling the soft ridges of the lace, and her own arms moved to his hips.

Lucy moaned as she broke the kiss, her brown eyes glowing into his.

"Do you like what you see? I got this one back yesterday. I'm taking it to a show next week."

"It's stunning," Daniel murmured back, running his fingers beneath the straps that ran over her shoulders.

"I'm glad you like it," she giggled.

"I'll like it even better when it's crumpled on the floor."

Lucy grinned wickedly as she reinitiated the kiss, pushing her tongue into Daniel's mouth. Once more he wrapped his hands around the blonde beauty, pulling her close to him, and once more she placed her hands on his hips.

Daniel pushed her backwards, guiding her out of the study and into the door she had emerged from, and Lucy gave no resistance. Unsurprisingly, the room was her bedroom, and although it seemed well-decorated the only furnishing that held Daniel's attention was the king-sized bed that sat with its headboard against the wall.

He gently lowered her down onto it, still not breaking the kiss, placing his hands flat on the mattress as she crawled further up the bed. He followed her, and soon the two of them were entwined with each other, one of Daniel's hands grasping her huge breasts through the teddy.

The hand lifted, finding the strap that sat on her shoulder and sliding it down her arm. The teddy fell loose on that side, and finally breaking the kiss he hooked it over her right breast.

He sighed in wonder as the glorious mound was revealed, grasping the supple flesh and squeezing it. Lucy moaned, her eyes burning with desire, and Daniel grinned.

"You've been waiting for that ever since you fucked me at the mall, haven't you?" she said, and Daniel nodded before sliding the remaining strap from her shoulder.

He tugged the teddy down, both her breasts now revealed, and grasped the twin mounds, pushing them together before kissing their nipples. He gently kneaded them as his tongue and lips explored the buds of her nipples, and Lucy placed her hands on the back of his head as if to tug him into her chest.

Eventually, she extended her right arm behind her, pushing herself upright as she crushed her lips against Daniel's, the fingers of her left hand hooking underneath his t-shirt. He took the hint, grasping the cotton and tugging it over his head, and Lucy breathed out a sigh of delight as his toned chest and stomach were revealed.

He threw the t-shirt away, moving to kiss Lucy again, but she placed a finger on his lips and shook her head.

"And your pants..."

He unbuckled his belt at her request, and Lucy kissed his neck as he rolled onto his side, tugging the jeans from his legs. He took his socks with them, and soon the whole lot had been unceremoniously dumped on the floor, leaving Daniel in only his boxers.

"Much better," Lucy breathed, grasping Daniel's face and kissing him passionately. His hands moved to her hips and steadily climbed her body until her bare breasts were under his palms once more.

They continued to kiss that way for a moment, their tongues duelling, Lucy's hands holding his head firmly whilst his softly squeezed her huge breasts. Eventually, however, Daniel shifted forwards, laying the blonde onto her back and moving his hands so that he held himself above her.

With a groan he lowered his head, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth and running his tongue around the bud, then slowly tracing his lips to her other breast where the motion was repeated. Gradually, his mouth crept lower, and his hands moved to grasp the lacy teddy as his lips kissed the skin that tugging it down revealed. Smooth, toned stomach and then the tops of her creamy thighs all fell prey to his marauding tongue, and soon he had pulled the lingerie completely from her body. She stared up at him, animal hunger in her eyes, and he drank in the sight of the gorgeous woman totally naked.

"Damn that dress for hiding all this from me," he murmured, stroking his palms down her inner thighs.




Oyster Creek Ch. 09



Her head cocked sideways. "You didn't seem to mind how I looked in the dress at the time."

"I suppose I did not," Daniel said back, lowering his head between her legs before she could respond.

Any attempt that she had been about to make at answering him was soon defeated as his lips touched the ones between her thighs, and she moaned loudly at the sensation. He flattened his tongue, pressing it against her folds, and slowly ran it the length of her snatch.

She tasted wonderful, Daniel thought. Just as a woman should. He loved the taste of pussy; if he could taste it then it meant he was doing something right, after all. He always loved the way his lover would be totally under his spell as he devoured their snatch, and Lucy was no different.

The beautiful blonde reached out and grasped a handful of his hair, moaning loudly as he ran the pointed tip of his tongue over her sensitive lips. He was careful not to go for her clit too soon, and instead thoroughly explored the rest of her pussy. She moved her hips faintly, rubbing her snatch against his face, and Daniel enjoyed the eagerness with which she let him eat her.

"Oh fuck, Dan," she moaned, her huge breasts shaking on her chest as she sucked down air. "Oh fuck... oh fuck..."

Her pleasure drove him on, and he buried his face in her snatch, eating messily. His lips grazed hers, and now his tongue did find her clit, running in tight circles around the euphoric bud. She arched her back, pushing herself upright, at the same moment throwing her head back to cry out in joy. Her wavy blonde hair fell messily over the bed covers, and Daniel delighted in the sight of his lover so dishevelled by her ecstasy.

"Oh my God... don't stop..."

Daniel wouldn't have dreamed of stopping, so close was the stunning woman. She stared down at him needfully, her brown eyes resonating with the carnal hunger, the craving for the orgasm he was constructing inside her. She moved her hips more rapidly now, smearing her pussy across his face, and loud sobs of pleasure burst from her lungs.

"My God... I'm coming... I'm coming..."

He felt her pussy twitch slightly against his tongue, the intense contractions that suddenly wracked her depths causing her to quiver on the outside. She slumped back down onto the bed, the arms that were extended behind her now uselessly pawing at the sheets, her back arching. Her gorgeous face contorted in sheer rapture, and her eyes rolled back into her head as the shivering climax pulsated through her core.

At last it faded, and she lay there gulping down air, her eyes glazed as she stared upwards at the ceiling. Daniel, however, did not waste any time, and even as Lucy slowly recovered from her climax he had climbed her body, kissing the huge breasts that adorned her chest.

With his left hand he grasped his cock, moving it to her entrance, and he stared into Lucy's eyes as he rubbed it against her folds. She moaned, staring back, her mind clearly focused once again and her body craving more.

"Push inside..." she moaned. "I want to feel you inside me."

Daniel groaned as he obeyed her, the magnificent feeling of her hot walls as they swallowed up his cock sending thrills of ecstasy through him. Lucy, too, seemed to appreciate the sensation, and she wrapped her arms around his neck with a long moan of her own, before pulling him down into a kiss.

He started to thrust his hips as their tongues duelled, and they moaned into each other's mouths. Her body felt fantastic pressed against his own, her huge breasts crushed against his firm chest. She clearly felt the same way as her hands dropped lower, instead wrapping around his back and trying to squash him as tight to her as he could go.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Daniel found the situation rather amusing. Here he was entwined nakedly with the beautiful Lucy, his cock deep inside her pussy, and he'd only come to drop off a driving licence - and he only had that because he'd spent the previous evening riding her equally beautiful sister.

That thought did not manage to take root, though, overwhelmed with lust as he was. He broke the kiss, staring down hungrily at his lover, his eyes not breaking contact with the deep brown pools of her own. Her mouth remained open from their kiss, and she sucked in lungfuls of air, each exhalation bringing forth a loud moan.

He pushed his arms straight, holding them either side of Lucy, his torso above her. Her own hands moved to his firm chest, and she dug her fingers in as if she appreciated the muscle tone. Her eyes burned with lust, and Daniel delighted in the way her huge breasts shook at each powerful collision of their hips.

The bed squeaked against the wall as he started to thrust harder, his pelvis crashing against the blonde beauty's own, his cock welcomed in eagerly by Lucy's hot snatch. She obviously approved of the increase in speed, and her groans of pleasure had become almost wordless.

"Ooooh... oooohh... God..... oooh..." she cried, her eyes fluttering shut. Her fingertips slid round to dig into his sides, and he could feel her pussy tightening around his cock. He grasped the duvet beneath her back, his own muscles tensing as his moment of release drew near.

"I'm going to come..." he grunted, his member hammering into her receptive snatch.

"Me too... me too..."

The slapping of their hips was loud, vying to be heard over their euphoric moans in the otherwise quiet room. The headboard slammed against the wall, but Daniel did not care - it was a detached house, after all. If anything their cries of passion sounded even louder, but Daniel was far too concerned with the cum bubbling in his balls to worry about who might hear them.

Lucy was staring at him with something approaching frenzy in her eyes. Her pussy had started to pulse around his snatch, and her eyes rolled back as the orgasm began to overtake her. Her messy blonde hair was pinned beneath her head, and with a sudden jerk she arched her back, her snatch clamping down on his cock.

"Aaaahhh... aaaahhh... AAAAAAHHHH!" she howled wordlessly, her body going into spasms in his grasp. Her head writhed, her brown eyes almost totally glazed, and her hands fell to his ass and pulled, as if she were trying to take him in yet further. Rapture seared through her veins, and Daniel could see that her mind was temporarily lost to the pleasure that assaulted it.

The sight of the beautiful blonde in the throes of ecstasy was all he needed. His muscles clenched, and with one final thrust he came.

"Fuck... Lucy. Fuck!"

He squeezed his eyes shut as his cock exploded into his lover, his hips crashing against hers. His thrusts became jerky, and his mind clouded with intense bursts of ecstasy that mirrored the spurts of cum that spattered against Lucy's walls.

They both lay there a moment, utterly lost to the bliss that battered their minds, before at last Daniel's climax faded. He slumped down on top of the blonde, her huge breasts pressed against his chest, and she sucked in a lungful of air as she became aware of herself once more. Faint shivers of pleasure still ran through them both.

It was a while before either spoke, but eventually Lucy smiled.

"Perhaps I should model all my underwear for you."

Daniel groaned in response as he pulled his sensitive member from her snatch, still appreciating the sight of her beautiful body even whilst revelling in his post-sex satisfaction.

"I think I'd like that."



Oyster Creek Ch. 10



Daniel opened the rear door as the truck pulled into the store's small car park and the driver climbed out. The man smiled at him as he walked round to the back of the vehicle.

"Is Ms Birch around, sir?"

Daniel shook his head. "No, I'll be taking the delivery. I hope that's ok?"

"Yeh, of course. Where do you want these?"

Daniel motioned the man through the back door, and he nodded in response. Climbing onto the rear of the truck, he picked up a long, flat box and brought it with him into the storeroom. Slowly, the space filled up, and Daniel sighed. Some small part of him had hoped that the furniture would be pre-assembled, despite the greater cost that would entail, but clearly that was not the case.

Soon Jenny's order had been taken off the truck and the driver approached Daniel for a signature. He signed the pad and turned back to the small pile of boxes.

He was alone in the store for the moment. He had sent the staff away for a coffee moments before the truck arrived; typically, the very second that he had been left alone was the second that the delivery came. Still, he hadn't had to do anything anyway since the driver had unloaded all the boxes.

"That's a lot of stuff," a sweet voice said, and he glanced towards the door to see Claire stood there. She smiled warmly. "I guess Jenny and I didn't quite realise how much we'd ordered."

Daniel laughed. "Well, when you think about it that's probably about right. I mean, once it's assembled it'll look better. I don't believe Jenny would order too much - the woman never seems to get anything wrong."

Claire grinned in agreement, before crouching down to look at the label on one of the boxes. Daniel took the time to cast his eye over her lovely figure. She was wearing a pair of black ankle boots, tight blue jeans and a stylish grey cardigan. Her slightly wavy red hair was loose over her back.

"These look easy enough to build, at least," she said, and Daniel moved over next to her. He crouched down alongside her, staring at the diagram she ran her finger along, and nodded.

"You sure? To me, 'easy' would be something you didn't have to build at all."

With a giggle, she turned her lovely face to him. "Dan! Don't be so lazy. I've seen sex positions more complicated than these."

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Have you now? I'd like to see those."

"Would you? I think you might be disappointed there, Dan," she said, looking a little surprised, a small smile on her face.

A feeling of horror swept through him at the unintended insinuation of his words. "No. No! I didn't mean it like that. I meant that I'd like to see those positions, generally, in a book or on the internet or something. Not that I wanted to see you in those positions. Fuck, I'm not that lecherous." He desperately hoped she'd not been offended.

"That's good," she said, her smile broadening, a sparkle seeming to enter her blue eyes. "Because you wouldn't ever see me in those positions. I like to keep things far simpler."

An undercurrent had entered her voice. Clearly, she was not offended. Daniel decided to see how far things would go. "Simpler?"

She leant towards him slightly, until her face was no more than a foot from his, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Yeh. Nothing fancy. Missionary, cowgirl, that sort of thing. Do you go for the complicated, Dan? Or do you keep things simple?"

He realised that their faces were only a foot or so apart, and as he stared into Claire's blue eyes, a familiar thrill ran through him. The grin had dropped from Claire's face, her expression now a mask of slightly nervous desire.

"I go with whatever feels right," he murmured back, slowly leaning in.

Their lips pressed together, a kiss that started off gentle but swiftly grew in passion. They were still crouched, but soon Claire's arms had reached for his shoulders and she was pressing her torso against him. Their tongues slowly began to explore one another's mouths.

Suddenly, the front door opened, the familiar jingling sounding loud in the small store. The kiss broke, both Daniel and Claire, tumbling away from one another, just in time to settle themselves before Rodrigo poked his head round into the store room.

"Ah, there you are. I didn't know where anyone was!"

Daniel smiled. "We're here." Some part of him wanted to scream at Rodrigo to fuck off, so he could get back to kissing the redhead beauty crouched next to him. Instead, he sighed and stood. "We should probably start building these." He would have more time with Claire later, hopefully. For now, the store needed his attention.

Rodrigo nodded, stepping forwards and picking up the first box, before carrying it out into the main room. Claire stood up then, grinning at Daniel, before grabbing a box herself and taking it into the main room.

The three of them worked solidly for the next hour or so, idle chat passing between them. Someone had brought in a radio, which chirped out the latest musical "hits" - 90% of which Daniel thought were utter shit - and Daniel took the time to explain that the store would be opening in two days time. Initially greeted with shock and disbelief, Claire and Rodrigo slowly came round to the idea, the pervading feeling being that if Jenny said it could be done, then it probably could be. Slowly, the store took shape.

When there were only a few cabinets left to build, the door opened again and Jenny stepped in, a look of happy excitement on her face. She regarded them all with a broad smile.

"Successful day?" Daniel asked.

She nodded. "Yes! I saw the painter, and he's agreed to let us sell his stuff. We put a markup on it and he gets the exposure, it's a win-win."

"Excellent!"

She raised a hand. "But that's not all, my friends. The woman you see before you, magic worker that she is, has also obtained for this store some more local crafts. On the way back from the painter's studio I came across a stall selling photographs and postcards, and arranged for those to be sold here too."

"It's coming together then," Claire grinned at her friend, before glancing round the store. "I hope we'll have room for it all!"

"We'll need some more, too, because Lucy has agreed to sell her designs here as well."

Daniel coughed in surprise. "Her designs?"

"Yeh. Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Not at all," he replied. A grin spread across his face. "In fact, they're very nice."

Jenny giggled, and joined them, and they had soon finished assembling the cabinets and displays. Under her direction, the newly-finished items were maneuvered around the store until she was happy with their location, and when it was done Daniel took a moment to admire their presentation.

"It all looks so bare, doesn't it?" she said, when Daniel and the others had joined her. "But by tomorrow evening, it'll be full."

"It's got to be!" Daniel laughed, and she grinned at him.

After a moment's silence as the four co-workers took in the revamped store, Jenny clapped her hands. "Right, guys. It's been a long day and there's nothing more to do until the stock arrives tomorrow. Go home. We've an early start, can I possibly get everyone in for seven?"

Rodrigo and Claire nodded, and Daniel mock-groaned. Jenny gave him a playful swipe before stepping away to more closely inspect a cabinet that Daniel had put together.

He realised then that Claire had sidled up next to him. "Hello Daniel," she smiled.

"Hello Claire."

"I was wondering whether you would like to come round to my apartment a bit later. To catch a film, and maybe... further our conversation."

He grinned. "I think I'd like that."

"Good!" She handed him a piece of paper with her address on it and told him to come round for seven. Then she said goodbye to Jenny and Rodrigo, and left the store.

Rodrigo left a few moments later, leaving Jenny and Daniel alone.

"Did I overhear that right?" Jenny said with a raised eyebrow. "My best friend has invited you round for dinner?"

Daniel stepped towards her. "She has. But, if it bothers you, I can turn down the invitation."

"Don't be silly!" Jenny laughed, straightening. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you fucked my sister earlier this morning. The thought that you'll then go and fuck my best friend is, to be honest, pretty damn hot."

Daniel growled lustfully, and Jenny wagged her finger at him. "Sorry Dan, there'll be no ravishing me here in the store. I've got a date now."

"A date? Do tell. Is he handsome?"

"Very. He's the painter!"

Daniel shook his head wryly. "The painter?"

"Yup, he made it a condition of selling his paintings."

"I don't blame him," he winked, casting his eye over her. She was wearing a smart white blouse, though her jeans still gave her a casual look. She looked amazing, her styled brown hair framing her face and those hazel eyes practically glowing in the late afternoon light. He did not blame the painter for trying his luck.

"Well, don't wear poor Claire out. We'll need her help setting up the store tomorrow. See you then, Dan."

Jenny leant forwards then, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before darting from the store. He paused a moment, rolling that kiss over in his head. It was very affectionate, and yet she had given it to him despite knowing he was about to go on a date with her best friend. Then again, she was about to spend an evening with another man, and that did not bother Daniel.

I really like that girl, he grinned to himself as he stepped outside and locked up.

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Daniel tipped the cab driver as he climbed out of the vehicle, glancing around the small, residential street. Oyster Creek was not huge, but this part of town was still out of his way and most certainly not within walking distance of the hotel. Even small towns in this country were spread over miles, he realised; he'd end up funding the entire taxi business in Oregon if this kept up.

He'd gone back to his hotel after locking up the store, showering and changing to freshen himself up a bit, and then ordered a cab to the address that Claire had given him. She lived on the top floor of a two-story apartment building, clearly converted from a house fairly recently, and the winter evening had almost completely settled into night. As he ascended the metal staircase to her front door he realised he was actually slightly apprehensive, a fact he almost couldn't believe. Not too much, he reassured himself, but it was surprising he felt any nervousness at all. Claire's intentions couldn't have been much clearer, but he still felt himself wondering if he'd misread the situation.

That thought lingered in his mind as he rang the buzzer. A few seconds later, the heavy front door swung open, and Claire smiled sweetly back at him.

"Hello, Dan. Wasn't sure you'd turn up."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "You thought I'd bail on you?"

"No, no; not that. It's just that... I dunno. I think I was just nervous."

"Well, I'm here," Daniel laughed. They paused at the doorway a second, before Daniel added, "may I come in?"

Claire seemed to jump a little, as if she had been lost in her own thoughts, and a grin spread across her face. "Of course. Sorry; I don't mean to keep you outside in the cold."

"No worries," Daniel said, stepping through into Claire's apartment. A small corridor by the front door led past what appeared to be the bathroom, and a large open space lay beyond. Daniel hung up his jacket on one of the pegs by the front door, before following Claire further into her apartment.

The large open space was her living room, as Daniel had suspected, with a reasonably-sized leather couch placed in front of a flat-screen TV, and a single matching leather armchair at a right-angle to the sofa. The walls were a pale blue, and in the far corner stood a small wooden table with a couple of chairs tucked underneath. Beyond lay the kitchen, which looked relatively well-stocked for the size of the apartment. A few tall floor lamps gave the room a pleasant glow.

Two further doors lay on the far side of the room, each seeming to lead to a bedroom. From the layout of the rest of the apartment Daniel guessed that Claire must live alone, meaning that the second bedroom was a guest room. He wondered which was which... and whether he'd get the chance to find out.

His mind was dragged back to the present as Claire spoke. He turned back to her, his eyes flickering up and down her body, from her tight blue jeans, past the swell of her large breasts beneath the stylish grey cardigan, to her beautiful face with its piercing blue eyes, framed with a long mane of red hair.

"I said would you like anything to eat?" she repeated, a smile quirking the corner of her mouth. He'd been so distracted he'd clearly not registered the first time she'd asked the question.

Daniel nodded politely. "Sure. What you got?"

"I was hoping you'd say that. I ordered a pizza. I hope you like pepperoni!"

"Who doesn't?"

She laughed, and they chatted a while, neither moving to sit down. After a few minutes, the doorbell buzzed again. Claire opened it, took in the pizzas and paid the delivery girl, and then turned to Daniel. "Food's here!" She grinned, before turning to slide in one movement onto the sofa. "I've queued up some old sci-fi films on TiVo. Got any preference?"

He moved next to her, taking his place on the sofa and putting his feet on the coffee table. Clearly this was going to be a casual evening.

"What have you got?"

"Return of the Jedi, Twelve Monkeys, The Fifth Element.." she said, scrolling down a rather impressive list of films.

"The Fifth Element?" Daniel laughed. "I've not seen that film in years."

"Then it's decided. Can't complain about getting to watch Bruce Willis for two hours!"

A few seconds later the film was playing, the pizza sitting in its box on the coffee table. Daniel took a slice and bit into it as he settled down; he had to admit, the Americans made good takeaway pizza. Claire fidgeted, clearly trying to make herself comfortable, before she finally sighed and looked at Daniel.

"You know, I'm usually alone on this sofa when I watch films," she said smoothly. "I'm used to being able to stretch out."

Daniel raised an eyebrow at her, and gestured to his lap. "Don't let me stop you."

She grinned, and it did not surprise him to see her take up his invitation, reclining on the sofa and placing her feet on his lap. Her red hair splayed beneath her head as she settled on a cushion and turned to the TV.

About halfway through the film, Claire paused it, regarding Daniel with a smile as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

"Ice cream?" she asked, moving to her feet and picking up the now-empty pizza box. A grin spread across her face. "I'm getting some for myself even if you say no."

He twisted around on the sofa as she walked to the freezer, casting his eyes over her splendid form. She had just as wonderful a body as her best friend, and Daniel surreptitiously stared at her ass as she bent down to pluck out the tub from the treats compartment. Not that he turned away when she stood back up; he was far too sure of the undercurrent that flowed between them to be sheepish now.

Claire strolled back to the sofa and slipped down next to Daniel, no longer stretched out at the opposite end. She passed him a spoon and popped open the lid, before grinning at him and digging in. He followed her lead.

"I wasn't sure you'd like ice cream," she said after a few minutes, once the film had resumed.

"What made you think that?"

"I don't know. I guess I thought maybe loving ice cream was a distinctly American thing. I thought you Englishmen ate cream tea." The last two words were said with such a poor attempt at an English accent that Daniel burst out laughing, almost spilling the ice cream he held on his spoon onto his lap.

"Hey!" she said, slapping his arm with a grin. "You try an American accent then."

Daniel's mouth tightened in a tight smile. "Not a chance. But at least I know I can't do one."

"Now where's the fun in that?" Claire said, returning her spoon to the ice cream tub. Her voice had suddenly taken on a far more salacious tone. "In never trying... new things."

And there it is. That's the moment. Daniel's mind laughed. I love this town. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I like to do... new things too." He took the ice cream tub from her hands and placed it gently on the coffee table. Her mouth had parted slightly, and he could see she took deeper breaths. "But only things I know I'm good at."

A small smile twisted the corners of her mouth, and her eyes had alighted in passion. "And what would you be good at, Dan?"

"Well," he started, pushing the coffee table away from the couch with his foot, "why don't you find out?"

"I think I'd like that," she murmured, her face closing slowly with his.

"So would I."

Instantly he was kissing her, their lips pressing together, staccato kisses that gradually became longer and deeper. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, and he returned the motion, enjoying the feeling of their mouths pressed together as he reached around to run his fingers through her luscious red hair.

It was silky smooth beneath his fingertips, and Claire moaned into their kiss as he drew her to him. Her left hand moved to rest on his bicep, and he felt the soft mounds of her large breasts press against his chest.

Soon, he broke the kiss, eager to take things to the next level. He'd been eager for this since their salacious moment in the storeroom earlier that day, and he smiled wickedly as he saw the opinion mirrored in his lover's eyes. There was a hunger burning in those twin sapphire points, and Daniel was quite certain the same would be true of his own.

He reached out, running his hands around her waist, feeling her slender hips as his fingers hooked underneath her grey cardigan. She breathed out heavily, her lust apparent, and Daniel took that as permission to continue.

He undid the knot that held the garment in place, and started to slide it off her shoulders. Claire let him do so, eagerly dropping her arms so that he could guide it from her body, revealing the purple top she wore underneath. Immediately, their kiss was resumed, their tongues duelling messily in each other's mouths, and he carelessly threw the cardigan onto the nearby armchair without a second thought. It took a few minutes for either to pull away; it seemed to Daniel that they were both lost in that kiss.

After a while, he broke it, grinning at the beautiful redhead. A particularly loud fight scene had broken out on the screen, and Claire smiled, too, grabbing the remote from the arm of the sofa and turning off the television, before tossing the control away. She wrapped her arms around Daniel's neck, pulling him close once more.

Instead of kissing her, however, he used his lips to trace his way down his lover's neck. She moaned as he reached her shoulder, and he could contain himself no longer; her large breasts pushed out from her purple top and he yearned to have them in his hands. Claire seemed to read his mind as with a giggle she grasped the soft cotton and, in one movement, pulled the garment over her head to reveal a black bra.

Daniel stared down hungrily at her, drinking in the sight of Jenny's best friend, her silky red hair cascading down her back. A mischievous smile grew on his face as she reached for his belt buckle, her nimble fingers making short work of the obstacle. Soon his jeans were loose, and he hurriedly pulled them from his legs, taking his socks with them.

Claire pushed herself into a sitting position on the end of the sofa, running her palms up his strong thighs, and her mouth twisted into a salacious grin. Daniel leaned down as she did so, kissing her neck as his arms wrapped around her waist, and he sank to his knees in front of her.




Oyster Creek Ch. 10



He planted his lips on her stomach as his fingers found the top of her tight jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them down in one movement. She did not complain, instead her breathing growing deeper as he slid the pants from her long legs, and soon the garments had joined the growing pile on the nearby armchair.

Daniel looked up at the redhead as his eyes roved over her fantastic body. His hands slid up her calves, and he pushed himself more upright so he could kiss her once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him to her as their lips pressed together, and with the hand he was not leaning on he reached for her bra. He unhooked it easily, breaking the kiss to stare eagerly as her large breasts spilled free.

"Impressive bra skills," Claire giggled.

He stared back at her hungrily, the hand that had unhooked her bra instead reaching to gently grasp one of her large breasts. "I'll show you what other skills I've got."

She murmured sultry delight as he quickly leaned forwards, planting delicate kisses on her rapidly-hardening nipples. She gasped with each flick of his tongue over the small red buds, clearly enjoying the attentions, and she almost seemed to regret when his mouth kissed lower.

Not for long I bet, Daniel smiled to himself as he slid her black lace knickers from her body. She lifted her hips to allow him to do so, and Daniel's breath caught at the sight of her gorgeous pussy. She was already wet, her desire clearly more than a little inflamed, and he slowly moved his head towards it.

She moaned low when he kissed her inner thighs, caressing them with his lips, his tongue leaving a wet trail towards her glistening snatch. When he reached her pussy, pressing his tongue flat against it and inexorably licking higher, she moaned louder. Much louder.

Daniel's desire was further inflamed by his lover's appreciative noises, and he planted heavy, luxurious kisses on her delicate folds, his tongue massaging every inch of her snatch. He delighted in her taste, alternating between long, slow licks and a more targeted probing with the tip of his tongue.

She writhed beneath the efforts of his mouth, obviously delighting in every little thing that he did. Her breaths were shivers of euphoria, and her low moans were loud in the otherwise quiet room.

"Oooh... Jenny was right about you..."

Daniel grinned into her snatch. He did not want to stop to ask exactly what Jenny had said, but he could guess the gist of it. He also assumed it had been complimentary given the way that Claire's hand had dropped to grip his hair, pushing his face against her pussy.

He took the hint, running the flat of his tongue against the sensitive lips with more alacrity, enjoying the slight bump of her clit rolling smoothly beneath it. Claire began to buck her hips, pushing her snatch back against his mouth, and her breaths were sharp and quick.

"You're going to... make me..." she started, her eyes rolling back for a second, flitting in and out of focus.

Make you come? was the question Daniel wanted to ask, but he dared not lift his face from his lover's pussy. She was far too close for that now.

Suddenly she hunched forwards, her eyes burning into his, a quivering ripple running across her body. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes rolled back, and he felt her pussy spasm against his tongue.

"I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm coming!" she cried, her arms near-flailing as she feebly attempted to grasp something - anything - nearby. Eventually her left hand landed on a cushion, and she grabbed it as if her life depended on it, her entire body arching as an orgasm ripped through her. Her hips bucked, smearing her juices across Daniel's chin, and he eagerly lapped at her pulsating snatch as she rode out her climax.

At last she slumped back down onto the sofa, a huge grin adorning her beautiful face. Daniel continued to plant delicate kisses on her pussy whilst the redhead drank down air, and it was a good while before either of them moved. Eventually, Claire pushed her torso upright, her legs still over Daniel's shoulders, her red hair cascading down onto the cushions of the couch. Her blue eyes burned into him.

"Stop kissing my pussy and get your cock inside it," she growled, and Daniel grinned as he hurried to obey. She unhooked her legs, allowing him to move to his feet, instead wrapping them around his waist.

 Daniel moved to kiss her, and Claire leaned forwards to meet him, her right arm wrapping around his neck to allow her to press her face against his. As their tongues duelled, however, her left hand was not still, and Daniel gasped into their kiss as her fingers traced their way around his length.

He broke the kiss to stare lustfully as she unhooked his boxers, a low moan leaving her throat as his throbbing cock sprang free. Grasping his underwear, Daniel pulled it from his legs as Claire reclined on the couch, twisting around so that she was lying along its length, her red hair splayed out beneath her head.

"You look amazing," Daniel murmured as he moved to crouch on the sofa in front of her, the knee of his left leg sinking into the soft cushions whilst his right had its foot firmly planted on the floor. Claire bit her lower lips as she raised her legs to Daniel's shoulders, and she looked on with passionate anticipation as he grasped his cock and positioned it with her waiting pussy.

Slowly, he pushed inwards. Her hot snatch swallowed his member, its silken depths welcoming him in inch by inch, and Claire moaned as he filled her. She stared ardently into his eyes, and he returned the expression, overcome with desire as her body took him in.

For a moment they simply rested that way, before at last Daniel began to move his hips. Claire moaned again, her right hand grasping the back of the sofa, her left reaching above her head to hold the side.

"Your cock feels so good," she sighed, and Daniel groaned. The sound of a woman talking dirty drove him crazy with passion, and he growled as he started to move his hips more rapidly.

Claire's body responded, her blue eyes fluttering shut, and he reached up to grab her legs, taking them by the ankles and holding them firmly. The cushions rocked as he thrust gently but rhythmically inwards, short grunts of pleasure forced from his lungs each time their hips collided. An unattractive sound, he was sure, but Claire was far too lost in the pleasure of their sex to care or even notice.

I'm glad Jenny introduced us, he smiled to himself as another loud moan was torn from the stunning redhead's lungs. And although sleeping with his employees was what had sent him to Oyster Creek in the first place, why break the habit of a lifetime?

Especially when my colleagues love fucking as much as I do, he added with a chuckle, consciously speeding up the movements of his hips. Claire responded with a louder moan, her blue eyes staring up into his.

"Kiss me whilst you fuck me, Dan. I want you to kiss me." The words came out as a long drone of pleasure, but Daniel understood enough to gather what she meant. Letting go of her ankles her quickly leaned forwards, her legs instead wrapping around his waist. His hands moved either side of her head for support, his palms sinking into the soft cushion, and he pressed his lips hard against his lover's.

She moaned incessantly into his mouth, and he kissed her harder, his hips now crashing against hers. They rocked unsteadily on the couch and Claire fiercely gripped it, both for support and because of the building euphoria that raged through her veins.

Daniel pulled away slightly, pushing himself upright just enough to drink in the sight of the redhead beneath him. She stared up at him with animal hunger, her mouth open to gulp down air. Her arms were straining against the couch, her entire body tensing as she crested her climax, and Daniel delighted in it. Her large breasts shook wonderfully on her chest and in another position Daniel would have grasped them in an instant. As it was, he merely looked on with a delighted groan as Claire's blue eyes unfocused.

Her pussy twitched against his cock, and he groaned at the feeling, his cum beginning to churn in his balls. A whimper left Claire's lungs, and her right hand - which had been grasping the back of the couch - shot to his neck, pulling him to her for a fervent kiss. She sobbed out her joy into his mouth, her tongue jostling distractedly with his own.

The cause of her distraction was obvious, as with a shriek she broke the kiss, throwing her head back against the cushion. Her blue eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth dropped open as a howl was torn from her.

"I'm COOMMIINNG!" she screamed, her magnificent body spasming as her orgasm hit, her pussy seizing hold of Daniel's cock. Her long red hair shifted underneath her writhing head, her face contorted in the ecstasy of her release. Daniel could feel the pulsing waves of her climax as it shivered through her depths.

His hips crashed against hers twice more before he too cried out, thrusting inwards as deeply as he could go, surrounding his cock with her hot, pulsating walls as the first stream of cum shot from the tip of his member. Rapture overcame his mind, the beautiful woman into whom his cream fired fading out of focus temporarily. His fingers sank into the cushion so powerfully he thought he might rip it, but he did not care in the slightest. He cared only for the euphoric twitching of his cock, the feeling of his jizz spurting into his lover, the way that her walls quivered rhythmically around his probing member and the look in her glowing blue eyes that showed she was feeling the same way.

The moment stretched out, but at last it faded. Daniel lowered himself down on top of Claire with a long sigh, pressing his lips against hers for a lingering kiss that seemed to somehow epitomise the intense satisfaction that now filled the both of them. Their tongues slid lazily against each other, and both drank in deep breaths in the aftermath of their passionate sex.

Slowly, Daniel pushed himself upright, a final groan leaving his lips as the head of his sensitive cock passed from Claire's folds. She, too, moved to a sitting position, her glorious naked body sheened with sweat, and she smiled at him wickedly.  

"That was well worth having to spend an evening with the boss, I think," she teased, her eyes glinting with mirth.

Daniel chuckled back, and reached for the half-empty ice cream tub. The contents were almost entirely liquid and yet it still looked delicious.

He grinned at Claire, and reached for a spoon. "I guess you won't be wanting to share the leftover ice cream with your boss, then?"

She lunged towards him and he laughed.



Oyster Creek Ch. 11



Daniel tucked into the English breakfast in front of him with something approaching ravenous hunger. It was early; at least, most people in the hotel clearly felt it was early. He was needed in the store by seven, and so at a quarter-past six he now found himself in the hotel restaurant, alone but for the cook who prepared the eggs. Others would start making their way down soon, he was sure, but for the moment blissful quiet surrounded him.

He was just shovelling another mouthful of hotel-cooked scrambled egg into his mouth when his phone rang. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the small device and answered the call.

"Hello?" he said, swallowing the food clogging up his mouth.

"Am I disturbing your breakfast, Dan?" Jenny chirped from the other end of the line.

He laughed, sitting back in his chair. "You are, but I'll survive."

"Well, I'll make this quick then," she giggled. "I need you to go and see a sculptor today, if that's alright? I'm needed here to set up the store, so you'll have to do this on my behalf."

"Is this to arrange the selling of his wares?"

"Her wares, Dan. But yes, it is. I didn't get around to seeing her yesterday, but I've heard that she's quite good and it might be a mutually beneficial arrangement to get her craft in the store."

"Any particular rules or guidelines you want me to stick to?"

"Not really. I mean, try and let us make a profit, and if she really doesn't want to sell us her sculptures then don't press the issue. I don't want to make enemies."

Daniel nodded. "Sounds reasonable enough. You got the address?"

"I do indeed, Dan. I'll text it through to you in a minute. I gave her a call last night; she's expecting you at eight o'clock."

"Good thing I agreed to this, then!" he laughed.

"It is. But I'd have bullied you into going, no matter what," she responded with an amused lilt to her voice. "Anyway, I best get going. Need to head to the store and get started. See you this afternoon?"

"And hopefully I'll come bringing good news. See you then, Jenny."

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Daniel climbed from the cab, tipping the driver, and watched the car drive off. He was getting sick of cabs; every day he seemed to travel in them. If nothing else, it cost a small fortune in tips and fares.

Still, there's nothing I can do about that now, he sighed to himself, and then turned to check the address he had been sent to.

The house was of a decent size, surrounded by a small lawn of neatly-trimmed grass, but beyond it lay thick woodland that obviously did not belong to the owner of the property. Out here on the edge of Oyster Creek the houses grew far more distant from one another, interspersed between trees and grassland that leant the air a much more rural feel.

Fresh white paint adorned the walls, and a path led to the front door, but it was to the small building that had been attached to the side that his attention was drawn. With a flat roof and large glass windows it gave every impression of being a studio, and Daniel's suspicions were proven correct as he stepped onto the property.

 A sign stood in front of it, an arrow painted towards the door that led into that addition to the property, and he guessed that the sculptor did not want potential customers knocking on the front door of the house by accident.

Reaching the studio, he took a moment to read the sign: 'Jill Leung Studios - please knock if you have an appointment.'

But what of potential customers that don't have an appointment booked? Daniel guessed it was a polite way of telling them to fuck off. He chuckled to himself.

He reached the door and pressed the buzzer, and a few moments later it opened. A woman stood there, her white apron covered in grey plaster dust, and regarded him warmly.

"Daniel Porter-Michaels?" she asked, reaching out to shake his hand.

He glanced down to make sure her palm was free of plaster before returning the motion. "Yes. Jill Leung?"

"That's me," she grinned, and Daniel took a moment to look her over.

She was Asian, or at least of Asian descent - though he'd guessed as much by her name on the sign - and beautiful for it. He placed her in her late twenties, Her eyes were a resonant deep brown, and her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. Whilst the apron hid her figure somewhat he could still tell that she was slender but not skinny, and her breasts were generously proportioned even if not quite "large". From her accent, he placed her as being from California, although he was the first to admit he couldn't quite place American voices just yet.

"Come in then," she said, stepping aside and waving him through.

Daniel moved into the studio, glancing around as he did so. The place practically glowed with light through the windows on the ceiling, which he guessed was perfect for an artist, and the floor was cluttered with myriad piles of mess. Like the other artists he'd known back home in England, clearly Jill was not obsessed with tidiness.

The place was clean, though, barring the odd spatter of plaster on the edge of a table or the slate floor, and he took note of the assorted crafting implements scattered about the place. It seemed from the way her tools were arranged around a particular lump of some sort of stone that Jill had been in the middle of something when he knocked.

"Did I interrupt you?" he said as she stepped past him to the sink.

"To a degree, but don't worry about it," she smiled in return, turning on the tap and scrubbing her hands clean. "I was expecting you, since your friend called last night."

Daniel nodded and waited for her to finish. After drying her hands, Jill reached for the knot on the back of her apron, and pulled the garment from her body. He watched as she did so, noticing the blue jeans and the simple white t-shirt that she wore underneath. She definitely had a lovely figure.

"Well, what is it I can do for you?" she said after hanging up the apron. "Are you here to look at some of my sculptures?"

Daniel smiled. "In a manner of speaking, yes."

She looked at him quizzically for a moment, then waved him to a table in the corner. He sat, and she brought over a jug of water and moved to sit opposite.

"I wonder if you've heard of the Oyster Creek General Store?" he said at last, after pouring himself a drink.

Jill nodded, reaching for her ponytail as she spoke. "I have. Although, I admit, I've never been inside. Doesn't really strike me as my sort of shop. Why?"

"Well, your misgivings about the place are entirely accurate. It was a dive." He smiled, then took a swig of water. "Until recently, that is."

The Asian-American beauty paused, her hands on the tie that held her hair in place. "Oh?"

"I'm part of a large European company, and we actually own the Oyster Creek General Store, although nobody around here knows that." And it's technically not true, either. "I was sent over here to make it... profitable again, so to speak. The idea that myself and the woman who runs it have settled on is to turn the shop into a sort of gallery for all the talented local craftspeople to display their wares."

"A gallery, huh? So you want to know if you can sell my sculptures, I guess?" She shook her hair free of the ponytail, letting it cascade around her shoulders, before placing the hair tie on the table.

Daniel nodded. "That's the plan. I was hoping we might be able to come to some sort of arrangement that suits us both."

Jill chewed the side of her cheek as she looked around, thought written on her lovely face. After a moment, she turned back to Daniel. "Tell me more about the arrangement. What have you agreed with the other craftspeople from around here?"

Daniel spread his palms. "I'm going to be honest, I wasn't the one responsible for agreeing those deals, so I'm not entirely sure what they entail. I can assume that they're based on solid business acumen and the desire for a fruitful partnership, however, so I'll do the same here."

"And?" she grinned. "You won't impress me with superfluous business talk, Mr. Porter-Michaels."

Daniel laughed. "Fair enough. Well, how much do you charge for your sculptures? I can see they're of a high standard."

"If business-talk fails, try flattery," she winked, although from her amused expression it was clear she was only teasing. Then she motioned around the gallery. "My pieces range from $500 to $3,000, depending on how long I spend on them. Some can take days, even weeks, to get right."

"Then I'll make this suggestion, Jill: if you sell us the sculptures at slightly below cost, we'll put a markup on them of, say, 20%?"

"Below cost? So, for less money than I make now?" she replied, her brow furrowing slightly.

Daniel nodded. "Yes, for slightly less money. If we bought them from you at the price you were selling now there'd be nothing in it for us; customers would simply come to your gallery. A partnership has to be beneficial to both parties."

"I already sell them as cheaply as I can, Mr. Porter-Michaels. I can't afford to go any cheaper."

"Please, call me Dan. Listen, I'm not here to browbeat or bully you or generally be a dick. I'm here because I genuinely believe in the store I am helping to create, and that your sculptures will fit into it perfectly. Tell me, Jill, how long do you spend entertaining customers?"

She paused a moment, working it out in her head. "Probably three or four times a week."

"And how long does it take per customer?"

"Probably an hour or so when they're actually here, but I have to prepare the place for their arrival, too."

"And do they always buy a sculpture?"

Jill sighed. "Not always, no. Often they leave without purchasing any of my work."

"Then that's how we can help, Jill. You won't have to deal with clients anymore. You can simply get on with doing what you love, and we will take care of selling them. And on top of saving you time, displaying them in a store in the centre of town will generate much more interest, too."

She seemed to consider that a moment. "You make a good point, Dan."

"Thank you," he said. "But really, it's an obvious one. Look, think it over if you like. The store's opening is tomorrow, but your sculptures don't have to be there if you need more time to think it through."

"It's opening tomorrow?" she said, surprised. "You've left this visit late."

Daniel laughed. "I wasn't the one who arranged the opening date, although I admit I rather forced my partner's hand on the issue."

Jill smiled pleasantly back at him, then went silent. After a few moments, she nodded. "Alright, let's give this a trial run."

"A trial run?"

"Yeh, you can take a few of my sculptures and see how it goes. I assume I get paid when you get paid?"

Daniel nodded. "That's the plan. When the item gets sold we take our cut and then give you the rest. We can't afford to buy all the stock outright, and in a market like art it's not practical, either."

"Shall we see what you want then?" the Asian-American beauty grinned, standing up. She seemed to have grown rather fond of the idea in the past few minutes.

Daniel followed her as she showed him around the gallery. Her work took on many different forms, from some more abstract sculptures that he couldn't quite work out, to some very detailed pieces that even he could plainly understand. She was clearly an exceptionally talented woman.

As it was, he didn't have the greatest eye for art, but he was aware of that and allowed Jill to select the pieces. Whilst ostensibly he was supposed to be picking out the best sculptures for the store, Jill was the one doing the selecting.

"I like this one particularly," she said, lifting a sculpture made of some smooth, white stone. "I'm almost sad to see it go."

Daniel stepped closer to inspect it. The piece depicted the naked torso of a well-toned man reclining. The detail was exquisite, and he could certainly see a market. Even in stone, the man was good-looking.

"I can see why," he laughed. "Though couldn't you just make another?"

Jill smiled mischievously. "I based this one on an old flame. He modelled the pose for me, and without someone doing the same it would be almost impossible to replicate."

"You use models then?" he asked, somewhat surprised.

"I do. Though not for my more abstract works, as I'm sure you can tell. But for pieces like this, I either need a model or a very vivid recollection to do my vision justice. Tell me, Dan, have you ever modelled before?"

He looked at her with a mixture of surprise and flattery. "Me? No. I've never even considered it."

"You should," she said, eyeing him up and down. "You're attractive. You seem to have a nice body. There are plenty of artists who would love to have someone like you model for them."

"I might be attractive but I'm not a fashion model," he laughed in response.

She wagged her finger teasingly. "You don't need to be. Besides, fashion models look great wearing fancy clothes on a catwalk... not quite so good when you transfer their likeness to stone. No, someone with your looks would be perfect." She paused a moment before laughing sweetly. "Perhaps I should make it a condition of selling my sculptures in your store."

Daniel wasn't sure if she was serious or not. If she was, he supposed he'd do it. He wasn't embarrassed about the way he looked, and if that was a requirement of securing her talents for the Oyster Creek General Store then he'd go ahead with it, but at the same time the incessant teasing from Jenny that such an agreement would likely provoke make him wince.

"Really?" was all he could say.

Jill laughed. "I'm considering it! But no, not really. If you're embarrassed by such an idea I won't insist upon it. It'd be no fun at all, then." The last sentence was said with a sparkle in her brown eyes.

"No fun?"

"Well, tell me what isn't fun about seeing a hot man taking his clothes off for you?" she grinned. "Sculpting his likeness gives me an excuse to ogle him for hours at a time."

Daniel chuckled. "I suppose I can see the appeal of that. Well, if you want to, I'll do it. I don't mind, really. It might be fun."

"Good," she said, a mischievous smile on her face. "And I guarantee it'll be fun."

Daniel let those words sink in a moment, allowing him to revel in their undercurrent. Then he spoke again.

"So, do you have any more sculptures to show me?" he said, glancing around. They'd covered most of pieces in the section of the studio set aside as a gallery.

"Not really, no," she said, although she sounded slightly hesitant. She glanced towards a curtained area at the back that Daniel had largely ignored - presuming it led back into her house - and his curiosity was piqued.

He cocked his head. "Not really?"

She looked at him a moment, narrowing her eyes as if she was making a decision, and then a wicked smile grew on her face. "Well, I do have some more, but you must promise to keep them to yourself. They're not for the store. Not in a million years."

"Not for the store?" He followed her as she moved towards the curtain. What the hell could she be hiding back here?

"They're my... erotic collection."

Daniel paused as she reached for the curtain. He raised an eyebrow. "Your erotic collection?"

The grin that spread across her face set filthy thoughts racing through Daniel's mind, and he suddenly couldn't wait to see what lay behind the curtain. Still wearing that mischievous smile, Jill pulled open the curtain and waved him through. He stepped past her.

Daniel looked round the small room, and his breath caught. The sculptures were not so much erotic as... explicit. He scanned the walls, taking in the sheer numbers of sculptures, and was impressed.

Dozens of pieces sat on shelves, depicting men and women, women and women, men and men. All sorts of combinations and positions seemed to have been explored, and each figure had been sculpted down to the very last detail. In front of him he could see a woman being pleasured by two toned men; on the other side of the room a couple were fucking doggystyle.

"Very nice..." he murmured, still taking in the sight.

He heard Jill giggle beside him, and realised she had moved to stand at his side. "I'm glad you like them."

"Would you consider selling them?"

"I already do. But in your store? No. I mean, no offence, but these are very personal. I sell them anonymously over the internet so people can't trace them back to me. There's only a handful of people who know I make these, and now you're one of them."

"I'm flattered."

She laughed. "And so you should be."

Pausing to scan the room in awe another time, Daniel blew out his cheeks. "There's so much... variety. I'm impressed at your imagination, Jill."

The sculptor shrugged with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I get the ideas from fantasies I have." She paused a moment before speaking again. "Although I admit, sometimes I like to use my memories instead."

"Memories?" he said, turning back to her.

Her smile grew mischievous once more as she stared at him. "Have you further considered my offer to model, by any chance?"

"What is it you're implying, Jill?"

She stepped closer to him then, a glimmer seeming to cross her brown eyes. Daniel's cock twitched as he gazed at the Asian-American beauty.

"Well, there's a particular idea I've had for a while, but I just can't seem to get it right. I think I might need to... put it into practice."

His breathing quickened as she spoke, his body growing hot as the sexual undercurrent of their conversation ramped up. "And what is this idea?"

"A woman and a man fucking, Dan," she murmured. "She would be riding him, her legs kneeling at his sides. One of his hands would be on the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss, whilst the other would be cupping a breast."

"That does sound very hot."

"It does. But it's very hard to get right from imagination alone."

"Perhaps we could do something about that," he said, stepping towards her so that their bodies almost touched.

Her mouth parted slightly, and she exhaled shakily. Clearly this talk was getting her worked up, too. "Perhaps we could," she said softly.

He leaned down slowly, and she did not pull away, their eye contact never breaking. And as his lips touched hers, she pressed herself against him with a sharp intake of breath, returning his kiss with sudden intensity. The kiss quickly grew hungry and insistent, and Jill moaned into his mouth as his arms encircled her waist. Crushing the beautiful woman against him, Daniel enjoyed the passion of the moment.

One of Jill's hands moved to press against his chest, and the other slipped to his sides, stroking round to his back then down to his ass. There she grasped the solid muscle, giggling as he groaned into their kiss, before a finger hooked underneath the waistband of his jeans.

She broke the kiss, her brown eyes shimmering as a mischievous smile twisted the corner of her lips, and suddenly both her hands were on his belt, unbuckling the leather and pulling it loose. Daniel took the opportunity to explore his new lover's body, too, his own fingers slipping beneath her white top and feeling her trim stomach beneath his touch.

Soon, Jill had unclasped his belt, tugging it free and undoing the top button of his pants. There, her fingers found his fly, and she slid his jeans down as she slowly sank to her knees.

Daniel groaned as the Asian-American beauty pressed her palm against his rapidly-hardening cock through his underwear, then caught his breath as she hooked that underwear over his length. A satisfied grin seemed to cross her face at the sight of his member standing proud in front of her, and she parted her lips with a contented sigh.

"Yes, this will certainly help... fuel my artwork." Her voice was low and sultry, and Daniel looked on with anticipation.




Oyster Creek Ch. 11



"I'm glad you find it so useful- ah!" His train of thought was cut off as Jill leant forwards, suddenly taking the head of his cock between her lips. Her hand wrapped around his base, holding it steady as she explored his helmet with her tongue, and he reached out gently to stroke her hair.

She looked up at him, her brown eyes shining with a mix of amusement and lust, and took more of him into her mouth. Her tongue still danced along the underside even as her mouth engorged his member, and he groaned at wonderful sensation as the warm wetness slid along his shaft.

Daniel looked on with increasingly-frenzied passion as the sculptor kissed along the sides of his member, her lips fully exploring his length, her moans suggesting she was enjoying doing so. He had come to the conclusion that the women here in Oyster Creek were not just some of the most beautiful he had ever seen, they were also the most horny.

Not that there's anything wrong with a woman wanting a cock and knowing how to use it... especially when it's mine.

The momentary amusement that flashed across Daniel's mind at that thought was quickly washed away as Jill sucked his head into her mouth again, her tongue still sliding and swirling along his length. He lightly ran his fingers through her soft brown hair, before bending forwards and placing his hands on her shoulders. There, he feebly grasped at the white t-shirt she was wearing, attempting to tug it up over her head.

Jill giggled onto his cock, withdrawing her hands from his shaft and instead holding it only with her mouth, which she bobbed gently on his head. Her hands, meanwhile, slipped to the bottom of the top, and she tugged it slowly upwards. Daniel groaned as it passed over the ample mounds of her lovely breasts, revealing the plain white bra she was wearing, and she briefly pulled her mouth from his member as she tugged the garment over her head.

Her watched as she threw it to one side, her brown hair falling messily across her face and shoulder, before she brushed it away and returned to his cock. She groaned with hunger as she grabbed his length once more, sucking his tip into her mouth. The blowjob had become more lust-filled now, and Jill was clearly getting more and more worked up.

Daniel reached down again, not content with seeing his new lover merely without her shirt on, and slid his hands down her back. The sculptor did not complain as he found the clasp to her bra and unclipped it; indeed, she hunched her shoulders forward once he had done so, making it very easy for him to slide the bra from her body.

"Oh fuck..." he breathed as her tits spilled free of the constraining underwear, and he hunched over slightly to grasp them. She tilted her chest, angling herself so that he could manipulate those wonderful mounds even as she continued to suck his cock, and Daniel appreciated the sexual confidence that she showed.

After a minute or so, Jill pulled her head from his member, staring up at him as her fist pumped along his shaft.

"Lie down, Dan."

He hurried to comply, quickly dropping to his knees and crushing his lips against Jill. She yelped in surprise, clearly not expecting the kiss, but she returned the motion with passion. Her arms wrapped around his back, pushing her ample breasts against his chest, and she moaned as she guided Daniel onto his back.

Soon he was staring up at the Asian-American beauty, watching as she stood up to unbutton her jeans. They loosened, and he could only stare on in delight as the pants were slid down her slender legs, hooked over her feet and deposited carelessly on the floor. Her plain white knickers followed suit.

Moments later, she was naked, and she sank back to her knees as Daniel started to push himself upright. As he did so, however, her hand shot out, resting on his chest and forcing him back down flat.

"Stay there," she said with a carnal growl. "I'm not done with you yet."

Before he could reply, she had leant forwards, once more taking his cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue along the underside. Her breasts hung down magnificently as she did so, and he could not help but reach out to cup the dangling mound closest to him. Jill moaned onto his member as he softly kneaded the treasured flesh, her head bobbing quickly over his upper shaft.

Sucking in a deep breath, she pulled her head from his member, turning her face to him with a wicked grin as she threw a leg over his waist. She was now holding herself above him, staring down at Daniel with lust, and she grabbed his saliva-wet cock and angled it with her pussy.

"My God, Jill. I want to be inside you so badly."

"Then it's your lucky day, Dan..."

She sank down then, her eyes rolling back as his head slipped between her folds, burying itself deep inside her velvet pussy. Her walls stroked along his length, welcoming him in, and soon he found his cock fully engulfed by her hot snatch.

"... and I think it's mine, too. Fuck, your cock feels good."

She remained there a moment, her eyes unfocused as she seemed to drink in the feeling of Daniel's hard cock inside her. He did not mind; it let him enjoy the moment and ogle his new lover. Her brown hair was scattered messily over her shoulders and back, and she looked amazing impaled on his length.

The sunlight that streamed in through the large windows diffused through the white curtain they were behind, coating Jill's body in soft white radiance, and somehow she looked even more amazing to Daniel than she had when he first laid eyes upon her.

Of course, that's probably a lot less to do with the light and a lot more to do with the fact that she's nakedly riding my cock.

She raised and lowered her hips, letting her pussy milk Daniel's cock as it slowly engorged and released him. He watched the sensuous curving of her body as she pulled herself free from his member before settling down onto it once more, and groaned aloud at the wonderful sight.

For a while, she simply rode him, keeping the pace of her hips steady as they stared into one another's eyes. Moans sounded loud in the small room, and Daniel could not keep his hands still on his lover's body, but she did not seem to mind his roving palms. She felt and looked fantastic, and he could not merely lie still whilst her body bounced on his eager shaft.

Eventually, she slowed, straightening her back and settling down fully onto him, taking his cock completely inside her. Then she glanced down at him, slowly sliding her hands forward until they rested either side of his head, but kept her arms stretched to hold herself above him. Her hips very gently rose and fell, as if she could not keep herself from riding his cock at least a little, before she opened her mouth to speak.

"Fuck me like I said, Dan. Fuck me like I want my sculpture to look."

Those words could not have sounded sweeter to Daniel's ears, and he bent his knees and placed his feet flat on the floor as he angled himself for better leverage. Almost immediately he was thrusting into the Asian-American beauty, not ferociously, but quicker than he might normally. It was evident that she was no longer in the mood for slow sex.

He groaned, letting go of Jill's tanned body, his left hand moving to grasp the back of her head. He pulled her down and she moved willingly, allowing him to crush her lips against his. Her tongue immediately thrust into his mouth, their kiss muffling her increasingly-insistent moans as his pace grew faster and faster until he felt that his hips must have been a blur.

Jill's back remained arched, however, so that even as his cock slammed into her and their tongues duelled in a passionate kiss, her breasts still swung freely. Taking hold of one of the ample mounds with his right hand, Daniel squeezed it, their position now exactly like that which she had earlier described. He delighted in it.

Her entire body shook with the force of their sex, the sound of his hips slapping against hers loud in the small studio. His cum had started to boil in his balls at the furious pace of their sex, and he knew he was not going to last much longer.

Suddenly, Jill broke the kiss, though she did not pull away. He could feel her hot breath on his face, and he could see the glaze that slowly swept across her eyes. Her body was tensing rapidly, as was her snatch, and he knew she was moments away.

He was even closer, and with a cry of pleasure he thrust upwards, his cum bursting from his cock to spray inside the gorgeous sculptor.

"I'm coming Jill, I'm coming!"

Pleasure overcame him, but even in the midst of his orgasm he saw the same look spread across her face, felt her snatch clamp down on his shaft. He was not sure whether it was the final slam of his hips or the thought that he was climaxing inside her that had pushed Jill over the edge, but he suspected that she did not care. Her eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed.

"Oh FUUUCCK"! she shrieked, the bliss that had been welling in her core now erupting through her. She twitched and quivered, her pussy undulating against his length, seeming to milk every drop of his cum from his balls. Her mind seemed temporarily vacated with the onslaught of such a potent orgasm.

Daniel continued to cry out as his jizz sprayed against Jill's walls and into her depths, his mind battered by the ecstasy of his release. His own hips twitched, his cock throbbing as it emptied its load into the Asian-American beauty, until at last he was done.

He collapsed back onto the floor, where he realised he had arched his back slightly when he came, and stared upwards at his lover in blissful reverie. She, too, had a broad grin on her face, and she sighed happily before crushing her lips against Daniel's once again.

His arms wrapped around her back, holding her close to him as they shared a passionate embrace, before she rolled from his body and onto her side, his deflating cock slipping free from her snatch.

"I think that will provide me with the memory necessary to make my sculpture," she said at last, before giggling.

He turned to her with a smile. "I'm very glad of that. I look forward to seeing it."

"And if it turns out nicely, then perhaps you can... model for me again?"

Daniel grinned.



Oyster Creek Ch. 12



Daniel surveyed the General Store with something approaching pride. The displays were set, the counters and floor polished to a startling shine, and everything looked ready. Well, almost everything; Jill had not yet turned up with her sculptures, and there was a decidedly empty space in the corner of the shop where they were supposed to be.

"What do we do if she doesn't turn up?" Jenny said, worry etched on her face. Daniel had never seen her like this before. "I mean, we can't just drag more stock across. Everything's been placed with a purpose. Maybe you should call her?"

Daniel sighed. "I already tried, Jenny. Three times. I can't call her again. She'll get here."

"And if she doesn't?"

Daniel turned to face the brunette. She was always so calm and composed. This was a complete departure from the norm. Not that he blamed her in the slightest, though; tomorrow was the grand opening of the store and she was nervous. Terrified, probably. As it was, he was hardly the most relaxed man in the world, but it was Jenny's reputation here in Oyster Creek on the line. She needed this to go well.

And it would, of course. She was too brilliant to have got anything wrong. He knew things would work out, if only Jill would turn up with her sculptures. Even if she didn't, they'd think of something.

He stepped towards Jenny. "Relax. Things'll be fine." He let his eyes cast over her as her approached.

She was wearing a stylish black top, and a sheer black cardigan that looked nice but he wasn't sure how much protection against the cold it provided. Then again, she had a coat for that, he supposed. Tight dark blue jeans and short black boots completed the outfit. As always, she looked amazing.

"You're right," she said, taking a deep breath. "Whatever happens, we'll work it out." She glanced around, her mind clearly working furiously to come up with alternate plans. "I hope we don't have to move anything, though. It'll take us all night to rearrange the stock, and I can't call Claire and Rodrigo back in at this hour."

It was gone 11pm, so she was right about that. It would hardly be reasonable to call upon the staff now. As it was, even if Jill turned up immediately, he was unlikely to be back at his hotel before midnight. And given that the shop was due to open at eight and he really needed to get there at around seven, he was going to have less than six hours sleep.

Oh well, I can cope with that, he sighed to himself. No, it was Jenny he was worried about. She needed to wind down.

"She can have another twenty minutes. If she's not here by then, we'll have to start moving things," the brunette announced then, staring at him.

"Fair enough," he agreed. He wouldn't argue with her.

A moment's silence passed between them before the chirping of Jenny's mobile phone sounded loud. She pulled it from her pocket, glanced at the caller ID, then picked up.

"Hey Lu, what are you still doing up?" she said, smiling at Dan and moving to stare out of the window.

He could only get one side of the conversation, of course, and so turned away to peruse the shelves and give Jenny as much privacy as he could without leaving the room. It seemed harmless enough, though like Jenny he wondered why Lucy wasn't grabbing what sleep she could. She'd be in the store in the morning like the rest of them.

"What?" Jenny said loudly then. She sounded shocked. "Really?"

Daniel turned to her, concerned. For the moment, she ignored him, too caught up in her conversation.

"Lucy, that's... that's amazing. You're brilliant, Lu. Do I tell you that enough? Oh my God, this is... just... wow."

A few seconds later she had said her goodbyes, and she hung up. Her gaze lingered on her phone just a moment, as if she couldn't believe what she'd just been told, and then she turned to Dan. She looked stunned.

"Everything alright?" he ventured.

She shook her head, as if discarding her reverie. Then she met his eyes. "Lucy called in a favour from an old friend, Dan. This is... amazing. It's more than I could have hoped."

"What is? What's happening?"

"We're getting a TV crew tomorrow. Lucy knew someone in the production suite. She got hold of him, and... well now they're sending someone tomorrow. Our grand ceremony? It's going to be on statewide news."

"It's what?"

Jenny grinned. "I know! I fucking know! This is big, Dan. Huge!"

It certainly was that. He felt dazed. He didn't know what to say. For all his time working at a big company in London, he'd never been anywhere near a television camera. Part of him hoped he still wouldn't; he was never one for the limelight, unless it was getting him laid.

"Oh God, this means we've got to get things ever more perfect," Jenny said suddenly, panic setting in on her face again. "We've got to fill that gap. Oh God."

The low rumble of an engine cut off her panic attack. Moments later, a large pickup truck pulled up outside.

The engine died, and a figure climbed out, hastily running round the front of the shop and knocking on the door. Daniel moved to open it.

"Dan! I'm so sorry I'm late," Jill said breathlessly when he had done so. The cold night air washed in and he shivered in his t-shirt.

"We wondered if you were going to turn up," he smiled, stepping outside. Jenny joined them, and Jill turned towards her.

He motioned towards Jenny. "Jill, this is Jenny, my partner in the business. And Jenny, this is Jill, our sculptor."

"Your late sculptor," Jill said sheepishly. "I'm so sorry. After you left, Dan, I just had to work. Your visit left my imagination... primed. I had to create that sculpture we discussed, and I totally lost track of time."

His cock twitched at both the memory of his visit and the thought of the explicit sculpture she had described to him. Then he shook his head, clearing the salacious fog from his mind. He had to get the sculptures into the shop.

"Are they in the back?" he asked, and Jill nodded, unhooking the rear of the trailer so that he could get into it more easily.

Between the three of them, they soon had the sculptures in the shop. There were half a dozen, and under Jenny's instructions he and Jill soon had them placed in the perfect position. He stepped back and took in the display.

"Well, I think that looks about right," Jenny said, smiling at the two of them.

Jill opened her eyes in surprise. "Only alright? It looks amazing to me!"

He laughed, turning back to the Asian-American sculptor. "Did you have a price list?"

She nodded, handing him a piece of paper from her back pocket. Then a moment's silence passed between them.

"Do you want my help with anything else?" Jill said, glancing between them.

Jenny shook her head. "No, thanks. We'll be alright from here. Are you coming to the official opening tomorrow evening?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

"Then we'll see you there."

They said their goodbyes, and Daniel watched as her vehicle roared into life and disappeared back down the street.

"I suppose we better price up these sculptures," Jenny said at last, taking the piece of paper from Dan. "I have some little stands we can put the prices on, but I'll need to write them up."

"Now?"

Jenny stared at him. "Yes, now. They need to be done, Dan."

"But they don't need to be done now. You need some sleep, Jenny. Do them in the morning. Go home."

Jenny shrugged. "There's no point. I'm not going to be able to get my mind off the opening anyway, especially now there's going to be a fucking TV crew in attendance. I might as well stay here."

"And worry all night?" Daniel said, stepping towards the brunette.

"If I worry at home then Lucy will start to complain," she laughed softly. "No, I'll just wait here until morning."

"You realise that sounds ridiculous?"

She turned to him with a small smile. "I know. But what do you suggest? Fuck, Dan, you might be used to all this pressure from your job back in London but it's new to me. What if it all goes wrong?"

"It won't. You've put too much effort into this for it to go wrong. Relax," he said, placing a reassuring hand on Jenny's shoulder.

She glanced at his hand, then back to him. Her eyebrow slowly rose and a small smile played across her lovely features. "And how am I supposed to relax?"

"I can think of a few ways," he said quietly.

"I'll bet you can."

He stepped closer to her then until their bodies were almost pressed against one another. She stared up at him with a familiar glint in her hazel eyes. "I've always found that a good fuck helps take my mind off things."

She breathed out slowly. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that." Then she was kissing him, her tongue pushing hungrily into his mouth. The paper in her hand fluttered harmlessly to the floor.

He hurriedly wrapped his arms around her as she threw herself against him. Her hands rose to his face, holding it tightly as their tongues duelled in such a passionate embrace. With this much tension clearly built up inside of her, Daniel was glad he'd suggested taking her mind off things. It would do her no good to let herself be this worked up. Of course, the method of relaxation has nothing to do with why I'm so keen to continue, he laughed to himself.

They remained that way for a short while, allowing the kiss to burn between them, enjoying merely the feel of each other's bodies crushed together. Then Daniel pulled away, grasping Jenny's hand and guiding her towards the rear door. She did not resist as he pulled her through the storeroom into his back office.

He spun to drop the blinds to the carpark, but did not bother to close those looking out into the storeroom. The rest of the staff were not going to turn up this late at night and he had more important things to be doing. Such as undressing the beautiful woman in front of him, for one.

Moments later, he was kissing Jenny again, letting his hands rove lustfully over her body. They slid the thin cotton cardigan from her shoulders, throwing it carelessly onto the sofa in the corner of his office, before hooking beneath her black top. He tugged it upwards, revealing her slender stomach and her lacey black bra. Jenny pulled away to grasp the garment and pull it over her head. His hands slid over her bare skin as their kiss reinitiated.

Then it was her turn to undress him, removing his t-shirt, where it joined the other discarded clothes. His jeans were next, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt and sliding the denim down his legs. She pressed her palm against his rapidly-hardening cock.

He groaned, then grasped her shoulders. It was her who needed relaxing, not him, and to that end he guided her backwards until her ass bumped into the solid wooden desk. His fingers unbuttoned her jeans, loosening them, and then he slid them down her legs. He took her knickers and boots with them, leaving her lower half totally bare, and hummed his approval at the sight of her neatly-trimmed snatch.

She pushed herself back onto the desk, letting her legs part slightly, and he leant down to kiss her. At the same time, his fingers reached behind her body to unhook her bra, letting the underwear fall free. Her tits spilled free and his hands were immediately on them. He squeezed the lovely mounds, lightly playing with her nipples as he kissed her. Then he broke the kiss, letting his mouth travel lower, past her breasts and over her slender stomach, until he reached the wetness between her thighs.

Her pussy looked so inviting, and he pressed his tongue against it slowly, delighting in the euphoric moan that it drew from his lover's lips. Her hazel eyes rolled back at the sensation and he slowly drew his tongue upwards. She tasted wonderful, as always, and he started to more hungrily devour her snatch.

He made sure that his tongue explored every fold of her pussy, teasing and probing, licking and kissing each inch of flesh. Jenny appreciated the action, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. Her legs were raised, holding themselves open and he took the opportunity to reach up with his left hand and rest it on her stomach. He could feel her muscles quivering beneath his fingers.

"Oh God..." she moaned, letting her head drop back. Slowly, she lowered herself more onto the desk until she was completely flat against it. At the back of his mind, Daniel was grateful that he kept it clear.

Her breasts rose beautifully from her chest and though he was too crouched over to grasp them, he still enjoyed the sight of the glorious mounds. They shook slightly with Jenny's increasingly ragged gasps, and he groaned into her snatch.

Then he moved his attentions to her clit, letting his tongue swirl around and tease the sensitive bud. Jenny cried out at the added sensation, her head writhing from side to side as he truly set to work, and he could see the tension building in her body.

He shifted slightly so that he could hold her hips, feeling them rolling back against him. Her climax was clearly approaching, and he delighted in that, maintaining a steady rhythm as he stimulated her clit.

Her muscles clenched, her face growing flushed, and Daniel watched on in euphoria as Jenny writhed on the desk. She did not know what to do with her hands. They slid over her body, over the desk, ran their fingers through his hair. At last she settled on gripping his head and tugging him towards her pussy, as if doing so would bring her to orgasm sooner.

He knew what might, however. Letting go of her hips, he slid his right hand lower over her body, bringing it to her pussy. There, he slowly pushed a single digit into her snatch, enjoying her loud moan as the finger pierced her folds. It was soon joined by a second, and then he began to pump, letting the fingers slide easily into her tunnel whilst his tongue roved over her clit.

That seemed to have the desired effect, and Jenny arched her back with a euphoric scream. Her right hand let go of his hair, frantically scrabbling for something, anything, to grab. He offered his own hand and she took it eagerly, their fingers interlinking whilst she sobbed out her pleasure.

She was seconds away, he knew, her moans growing frenzied in such proximity to release. Her orgasm was close, and she was desperate for it. Moments later, it arrived.

"Oh... yes! Yes!" she cried, her climax bursting inside her body. He could see the pleasure that suddenly suffused her mind, and the hazel orbs of her eyes practically glowed with orgasmic bliss. His cock strained against his boxers at the sight.  

Slowly, her release faded, and her eyes refocused. She lay there a moment to recover, before pushing herself upright.

"Wow, Dan... that was perfect," she smiled breathlessly. "I feel more relaxed already."

He stood, grasping Jenny's hands and pulling her to her feet once more. Then he kissed her, dropping his hands to his underwear and hurriedly removing it. When he had done so, he grasped the brunette's shoulders and slowly spun her round.

"I'm glad to hear it, but we're only halfway through your treatment," he murmured, pushing her torso down. She moved willingly, letting him bend her over the desk, using her elbows for support. Her ass jutted out towards him.

He kissed her neck then, enjoying her purrs of satisfaction, then slowly let his lips brush downwards. They passed over her back, then her ass, until coming at last to her glistening pussy, still wet from his ministrations moments earlier. He pressed his tongue flat against the surface and ran it slowly upwards, drawing a long moan from the brunette, before standing up once more and grasping his rock hard cock.

Jenny moaned as he pushed inwards, and he joined her in vocalising his pleasure. She felt so good as her snatch swallowed up his length. He inched further until his pelvis was flat against her ass, then rested there a moment so that they could both enjoy the sensation.

It did not take long, however, for him to be moving his hips. He was slow at first, as he liked to be, and Jenny turned her head to him and smiled, her beautiful face flushed with the pleasure of their sex.

"You're right, Dan. You can take my mind off things," she giggled, her expression somewhere halfway between amusement and lust.

He leaned forwards, kissing her upper back and stroking down her right shoulder and arm. "I'm a man of many talents." Then he reached around, grasping one of the dangling mounds of her large breasts and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jenny moaned at the feeling. "That you are."

He straightened, sliding his hands over his lover's body until he held her waist. His member eased in and out of her tunnel, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment to relish the magnificent feeling.

For a while he stayed in that position, the speed of his hips maintaining a steady but fairly gentle rhythm as he fucked the gorgeous American. Their grunts and whimpers were the only sound in the quiet back office, other than the creaking of the desk that accompanied each of Daniel's inward thrusts.

Unconsciously but not unwillingly, Daniel's hips sped up. The increase was gradual, yet it had an effect on them both. Soon Jenny's moans were louder, her pleasure growing with each vigorous thrust, Daniel's matching hers stroke for stroke.

He could feel a tightness in her pussy that had not been there a few minutes before, and knew she was well on her way to another orgasm. The gorgeous brunette's breasts swung beneath her at the more passionate speed of their sex, and he delighted in the sight of Jenny before him. Reaching round again, he could not resist but give those lovely mounds another squeeze.

"Oh yes, Dan. Fuck me. Fuck me!" she commanded loudly as his fingers sank into the soft flesh, and he grinned. She was getting close.

Not willing to disappoint his lover, he did as he was told. His thrusts quickened, the slapping of his hips joining their vocalised pleasure in dancing round the walls. He groaned at the feeling, his balls twitching slightly, and pressed his lips against Jenny's bare back. He could feel the faint sheen of sweat wet beneath his kiss but he didn't care.

Instead, what occupied his mind was the onrushing orgasm that threatened to envelop his mind. Jenny seemed overwhelmed by the same thought, given the way she threw her hips back against him to meet each and every thrust. The brunette's mouth was hanging open, each collision of their bodies bringing another rapturous yelp issuing from her lungs. Her eyes were tightly shut, her stylish hair slightly matted with sweat at their passionate exertions.

Then, seconds later, the moment arrived. Jenny's eyes flew open, her back arching and her arms going straight. He felt her pussy seize hold of his cock as her orgasm seared through her.

"I'm COMIIING!" she shrieked, beginning to shake in his grasp. He did not let go of her breasts even as she climaxed wildly around his length. Her hazel eyes shimmered with utter bliss at the ecstasy that coursed through her veins, and the sight of such wonderful release was all Daniel needed.

He cried out then, his jizz exploding from his member, pleasure clouding his mind. His cream spattered powerfully against Jenny's clutching walls and he could have sworn her tunnel was attempting to milk every last drop from his spurting cock.

It seemed to take a long while for their orgasms to fade, but at long last they slowly did. Daniel finally let go of her breasts and moved his hands to either side of Jenny's on the edge of the desk. He kissed the back of her neck, then stood, watching the brunette drink down air.

When she had recovered, she too stood, turning to him with a wicked smile. "That was... just what I needed, I think."

"Good," he grinned back, reaching out to stroke his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. "I'm glad I could help." She looked amazing naked. She always did.




Oyster Creek Ch. 12



He was almost sad when she reached for her knickers, but he knew they could not stand naked in his office together forever. The opening of the shop was less than eight hours away.

The thought filled him with excitement, and no little trepidation. The time was almost here.

He hoped they were ready.



Oyster Creek Ch. 13



The General Store was open.

Daniel could scarcely believe that those words were true. But true they were, and as another person brushed past him he puffed out his cheeks in wonder that the moment had finally come.

He couldn't believe how busy it was. The store practically thronged with people, the chatter loud in such a comparatively small space. They'd already sold enough to keep the shop going for another six months - a success rate so high he was still reeling from it - and that was before the television crew even arrived.

Technically, they'd opened that morning, but they'd had next to no customers during the day. That was hardly surprising, though, and the time had been spent preparing the store for this: the grand opening ceremony.

He turned to see Claire and Rodrigo hurriedly replenishing a shelf with portraits from the artist Jenny had visited. The man was here too, directing them; clearly he had given them more paintings than they could display at once. Daniel smiled at the huge grin plastered over the artist's face. He'd probably made himself a decent chunk of cash tonight.

He sipped the small glass of white wine he clutched, then turned around. A man and a woman emerged giggling from behind the small curtain that separated Lucy's underwear from the rest of the store, and headed towards the desk. There, Jenny glanced in the bag, rang up the till and took the money from their hands. Yet more profit for the Oyster Creek General Store.

Things were going so well, in fact, that he wasn't even thinking about tomorrow - the day of the inquisition. The day his parents would arrive in town, coming to screech at him and disown him and do all manner of other things to make him regret his choice of actions. Although, looking at the way Jenny's face was lit up with excitement at the success she was making of the store, he wasn't sure he regretted his course of action whatever the outcome.

Indeed, things were good at the moment for Daniel Porter-Michaels. A palpable buzz was in the air; an infectious excitement that seemed to force the worries from his mind. He was still on edge - this had to go well - but more relaxed than he had been earlier that day or even the night before. Amazingly, things seemed to be going to plan.

Daniel knew he could take very little, if any, credit for that. The woman responsible for turning around the fortunes of the Oyster Creek General Store was standing by the till, a glass of red wine in her hands and a broad grin on her face. He caught Jenny's eye, and she grinned back, raising the glass in a room-spanning toast. He repeated the gesture, letting his eyes cast over her a moment. She was wearing an elegant red dress with a high neck that hugged her figure quite tightly without revealing too much, and she seemed perfectly at home in her heels despite the fact that Daniel knew she dressed comfortably and practically - if attractively - the rest of the time.

Then again, all of the women here were dressed beautifully, both the staff and the guests. The men, too, though in a more uniform manner; he'd never been able to decide whether the expectation on a man to simply wear a nice tux to these sorts of events was good or bad. On the one hand, it meant that unlike his female counterparts he didn't have to put a tremendous amount of effort into choosing what to wear - a expensive tuxedo would do - but on the other, it didn't really afford him the chance to stand out from the crowd.

Rodrigo and Claire hurried past again, directed to grab more portraits. Daniel would allow them to bring out two or three more, then go tell the artist to let them enjoy themselves. Rodrigo was in what looked to be a brand new suit and Daniel didn't fancy letting the young man destroy it by scrabbling around hauling paintings; it was far too nice for that.

"It's going well, isn't it?" said a feminine voice then to Daniel's left, and he turned to smile at Lucy.

He nodded. "It is. Very well. I'd be surprised at that, except with your sister organising things I don't know what else I expected."

"Very true," the buxom blonde giggled as she swept her hair forward over one shoulder. It was wavy, as always, though Daniel thought it was perhaps even more so tonight - Lucy had evidently styled it for the occasion. Then again, the pressure of looking good had got to him, too; he'd actually spent a full ten minutes making sure his hair looked right and he was properly presentable before leaving his hotel room. Daniel didn't think he'd spent that long on his appearance since his university graduation ball three years before.

It was Lucy, however, and not memories of that dance which held his attention for now. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress which hugged her figure and curved wonderfully round her hips, all while revealing a not-inconsiderable amount of her enormous cleavage. She looked at home in her heels, too, though that did not surprise him; Lucy modelled her underwear designs part-time, and Daniel suspected that - ridiculous or not - she would have to wear heels for that.

A small, mischievous smile played across Lucy's face at his gaze. Then, with a gesture around the room, she continued. "Our displays seem to be practically emptying. We're going to have nothing left to sell soon."

"I wouldn't worry about that; there's always more. I'm delighted for everyone involved. After all, they're all here to see the success," Daniel said, pointing out a few of them.

They were all here, too, though that was hardly surprising - for many of these local artists this was the biggest recent event of their careers. Then again, Daniel wouldn't have been surprised to learn that this was the biggest recent event in Oyster Creek full stop.

He saw Jill out of the corner of his eye then, talking animatedly with a handsome man in a pristine suit. He was grinning at her, nodding furiously at whatever it was she was saying, and Daniel chuckled to himself as the Asian-American beauty reached out to place her hand on his arm and smile wickedly. He'd be very surprised if that conversation didn't lead to some more "memories" for her to work with later that night.

A murmur went around the room then, and Daniel glanced outside to see a large white van emblazoned with a logo pull up by the kerb. Three people climbed out, one carrying a camera, another a boom microphone. The television crew are here! his mind said nervously, and Daniel glanced over towards Jenny.

She smiled, no hint of apprehension in her demeanour, and came over. 

"Well, here it goes, I suppose," she laughed sweetly. "Who wants to talk to them? You or me?"

Daniel smiled. He suspected his nerves were evident on his face. "I'm going to be honest, I don't think I can imagine something I'd rather do less."

"I can tell. You've gone as white as a sheet."

"Thanks, Jenny."

The stunning brunette laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you." Then she winked. "You'd only go and insult someone anyway."

"Well then, good luck."

She grinned. "I won't need it."

Then she marched off towards the entrance, greeting the woman who was clearly the reporter and showing them into the store. Daniel darted over to the till, determined not to be in shot; for all of his confidence when dealing with people face-to-face, he had no desire whatsoever to appear on television, especially not when it was being shown on the statewide news.

He smiled at a young man who approached with a set of postcards, ringing them up and taking the twenty dollars from his outstretched hand. Daniel wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the money in this country; not only was it all the one colour, it was all the same size! Though, admittedly, he had seen some notes of varying colours in circulation, so perhaps it wasn't so bad.

He realised he was forcing his mind to wander so as not to acknowledge the television camera that was slowly panning round the room. The reporter was talking to Jenny, clearly not on the record at the moment, and they seemed to be getting along. Good. It might make for a better review, he thought to himself.

Then the camera passed over him, and Daniel hurriedly started to arrange things around the till so as to appear busy. He didn't look up; didn't stare into the camera. He waited until he was sure it had passed, then glanced at the cameraman. Indeed, he had panned beyond Daniel now and was getting shots of the crowd milling by the displays, but it was Lucy, stood behind him, that caught Daniel's eye. She was grinning broadly, evidently well-aware of why he just burst into action, and he scowled at her in mock-annoyance. Which, of course, only caused her to laugh harder.

Shaking his head with a resigned smile, he continued to serve the guests who periodically came up to the till to purchase their chosen wares. Surprisingly, it was Lucy's underwear that seemed to be selling the most, although every artist present was going to leave tonight a happy person. He couldn't believe how well it was going.

That was when he realised that Jenny was being interviewed. He couldn't hear what was being said, but the woman was a natural in front of the camera, relaxed and assured. She looked comfortable despite the fact that hundreds of thousands of people would soon be watching her on the evening news. Daniel wondered if her and Lucy's parents would be watching it, then guessed that they would; even if they couldn't get the Oregon state news in Florida, he was certain it could be watched online.

The interview continued, Daniel making sure he was out of shot in the background, but thankfully nobody seemed to care. Jenny held the attention of not just the reporter, but seemingly everyone in the room. A hush had descended when they realised the interview was in progress.

The minutes passed, with fewer and fewer people approaching the counter, so enraptured were they by the television crew, until at last the reporter closed out and the camera was switched off. She smiled at everyone, and they hurriedly went back to their chatting, eager to show that they had not been eavesdropping.

And with their return to the surroundings came a great rush of people to the till. Daniel hurriedly began taking money and bagging items, working his way through what was suddenly a throng of people so that none of them had to wait too long.

Meanwhile, Jenny had sauntered over and was watching him with a small smile, engaging those waiting in conversation to keep them entertained. Lucy, too, had joined them, and as Daniel worked his way through the group they both moved to stand by his side.

At last he had dealt with the final person, and sighed. Whilst there were still a lot of people here in the store, he hoped they wouldn't all rush to the till in a group of that size again.

"Tired?" Lucy teased, and he glanced up at her.

"That was fucking exhausting," he responded, puffing out his cheeks. "I don't know how retail staff cope with it."

Jenny laughed. "I've worked retail jobs before. You get used to it. Did you give them all the right change, Dan? I know you struggle with dollars."

"I hope so. Or else I'm going to have to deal with some very irate customers soon."

"You won't have to deal with anyone, Dan. You're going on a break."

He cocked his head at Jenny. "Am I? I'm fine. You're the one who should take a break after your sterling work with the interview."

"Thank you," she smiled, clearly flattered. "I don't need a break though; I've already had one. No, that interview has given me a real buzz, actually, and I want to take advantage of that. Socialising to do, you know?"

"You, on the other hand," Lucy interjected, "need a break. And as it happens, so do I, so we can take our breaks at the... same time."

Suddenly, Daniel was more interested in the idea. He wondered why. "Oh?"

"Yes. I find being around so many beautiful people makes me... need a break. You?"

"I can see the logic in that."

"Good," Lucy grinned.

Jenny looked between them and shook her head with a smile. "Well, go on then. But don't take too long enjoying yourselves."

Lucy grabbed Daniel's hand with a wink to her sister, and then led him out to the storeroom. No one in the General Store seemed to care that he was being led off; they were far too preoccupied with the grand opening party.

With Jenny at the till and both Claire and Rodrigo busy on the shop floor, the storeroom was totally empty. But it was into Daniel's office that Lucy led him, shutting the door behind her as she pulled him through.

She flicked on the light switch for the small but comfortable room and smiled. She looked around and nodded approvingly, and Daniel realised she hadn't yet been in the back office since the new furniture had arrived.

"So, is Jenny taking this?" Lucy said, gesturing about.

Daniel shook his head. "No, she's asked me to keep it. She's going to take over the running of the store in an overall sense, but she's also asked me to help her since I have the experience."

"Sounds fair."

"With your permission, of course," Daniel added. "You own an equal share."

Lucy laughed, and beamed at him. "You have my permission, hon. I told you - Jenny's running the show round here. You saw her out there. She's a natural."

"Just thought I'd check."

They exchanged grins, before Lucy glanced around the room once more. It was then she seemed to notice the sofa, and she bit her lower lip as she stared at it. Daniel, too, turned to the couch. It had looked comfortable when he'd placed the order from the same firm that delivered the cabinets, with a tall back and high sides. Made of fine black leather, it certainly wasn't cheap, but his family had picked up the bill so he'd had no qualms about expense.

"That's a nice couch," she said at last, still looking at it.

"It is."

"It looks very... comfortable."

"I wouldn't know."

She turned to him then, a glint in her eye. "You've not... tested it?"

"I'm afraid not," he said slowly. "There's been no opportunity."

Lucy reached out then, placing one hand on his chest. "How about right now?"

Daniel did not reply with words; instead, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Lucy and immediately kissing her deeply. She yelped with surprise into the kiss, but responded with equal passion, her hand sliding down his side to grab his ass.

He groaned as she did so, and squeezed her against him. Their tongues duelled ferociously, and Daniel delighted in the feeling of the gorgeous blonde pressed up against him, her huge breasts crushed against his chest through her black dress.

Soon, his own fingers were exploring, sliding around her back to encircle her with his arms. Still their kiss had not broken, and it was with great reluctance that Daniel pulled his head away to allow Lucy to slide his tux jacket from his shoulders. She groaned as the garment was removed, immediately beginning to unbutton the shirt, and looked up at him with lust in her brown eyes.

Then he pulled away, a small smile playing across his face. "We should probably get some privacy if you're going to undress me."

The buxom blonde grinned. "Good idea; I wouldn't want anyone else to see you and get any ideas. For the moment, Dan, you're all mine."

"I like the sound of that. I'll get the blinds, you get the door."

Moments later, with the door locked and the blinds down, Daniel pulled her close again. He pressed his lips against hers once more, and his breath caught in his throat as her hand dropped to massage his rapidly-hardening cock through his pants. She giggled into the kiss at his reaction, and slowly stroked her palm up and down.

She broke the kiss again, murmuring up at him. "We can't spend forever in here, Dan, even if it does sound appealing. Get these off."

He obeyed immediately, unbuckling his belt and tugging loose his pants, and even as he pulled them down his legs Lucy had wrapped her hand around his cock through his boxers.

"Mmm... and these," she whispered, looking up at him and biting her lower lip.

Again, he was not about to deny Lucy's command. The boxers were slid down his legs to his ankles, where his pants also rested. He did not want to fully undress, however, given that they did not have that long. Tuxedos could be a nightmare to put on, especially in a hurry.

Lucy did not appear to have the same worry, though. She reached behind her, unzipping her dress. When it was loose, she hooked it over the swell of her giant tits, then let it slide from her body. Daniel moaned at the sight of her lovely figure, clad in gorgeous - and no doubt self-designed - black lace underwear.

"You might not have time to get naked, hun, but I do," she whispered sultrily, stepping close to him again. "That dress only takes seconds to put back on."

Then her hands were on his shoulders and she pushed him towards the sofa. He let himself thump down onto it, and held his breath in anticipation as Lucy sank to her knees in front of him.

She licked her lips and reached out, wrapping her fist around his hard member and beginning to pump along its length. He groaned.

"A nice English cock," she sighed, her fingers deftly playing with his shaft. "I think we can spare some time for me to have a taste, don't you?"

He could do nothing but nod as she parted her lips and took his member into her mouth. Only twenty feet away was a room packed full of people, and yet here, in a small island of quiet in the middle of the storeroom, a gorgeous blonde was sucking his cock.

He breathed out his pleasure, reaching out to place his hand on Lucy's head. "Oh fuck, Lucy. Fuck that feels good."

She pulled her head away from his member but continued to run her fist along its length, and her brown eyes sparkled as she stared up at him. "Tastes good, too."

Daniel did not have time to respond before she had taken the head of his cock between her lips once more, swirling her tongue beneath its sensitive tip. He groaned, leaning back on the sofa. It was a comfortable sofa, but he wasn't really aware of it; the intense pleasure that coursed through his member caused his mind to drift.

The blonde giggled onto his shaft, moving her fist to its base as she bobbed her head up and down noisily along its length. Her lips caressed his cock magnificently, and she started to pump her fist in time with the downward thrusts of her head. Her other hand gently cupped his balls, playing with them as she sucked his cock, and Daniel groaned as his lover's mouth did expert things.

"You sound like you're enjoying yourself," she said wickedly as she withdrew her head, sweeping her wavy blonde hair over one shoulder. He could only murmur in assent, and she leant forwards once again, this time running her tongue along the sides of his shaft.

She teased it so perfectly, occasionally stimulating him with the nimble flicks of the very tip, then her tongue would slide flatly across the base of his cock. Every movement sent thrills jolting through him, and he gazed down with pure lust at the beautiful woman who devoured his cock.

Perhaps it was because the semi-public nature of this tryst had got him so worked up; perhaps it was the sight of the underwear-clad blonde sucking his naked cock, but Daniel could feel himself building to orgasm. His balls tightened slightly at the wonderful ministrations of his lover, and with regret he reached down to stop her work.

She looked up at him quizzically, still running her fist along his length, and cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't want to... finish too soon..." he groaned, staring down her at. Her brown eyes sparkled with lust as she pushed herself to her feet.

"I don't want that either."

He grinned at the sight of her, leaning forwards to slide his hands up her wonderful thighs. Eventually, he came to her ass, which he grasped through her lacey black knickers, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh beneath the material. Yet he knew they didn't have forever, and so before long he had hooked his fingers beneath the garments and slipped them from her legs.




Oyster Creek Ch. 13



Then Lucy moved forwards, pushing him back onto the sofa and climbing on next to him. Daniel leant forwards to kiss her, letting his fingers wander around her back to find the clasp of her bra. He deftly undid it, letting the garment come loose.

Lucy broke the kiss to stare hungrily at him, the bra falling away to reveal her huge breasts. She reached out to finish her earlier work of unbuttoning his shirt, seeming not to care that her wonderful tits were now on display. Daniel cared, however, and his hands were soon on them, his groans soon matched by Lucy's as she exposed his chest.

She seemed to appreciate his toned body, moaning as her fingers pressed against his muscle, and then her lips were mashing against his again. Their tongues swept together, and Daniel reached up to place one hand on the back of the blonde beauty's head.

The kiss was passionate, hungry, and though he was not surprised when Lucy's hand dropped lower, he still groaned loudly as she took hold of his cock and ran her fist along his length. She broke the kiss, staring down at him with quickened breaths, her blonde hair falling messily about her face.

"I want this cock inside me..." she whispered, hunger in her eyes.

He gazed back with equal passion, full of lust for this stunning woman. "Then what are you waiting for?"

With a smile that left no doubt as to her intentions, she threw one leg over him. Soon she was straddling him, lining his cock up with her pussy.

She did not wait long before sinking down, her mouth opening to release a joyful moan as her lips parted to welcome in his cock, inch by slow inch. Daniel, too, groaned with the pleasure of it, delighting in the way her hot snatch enveloped his eager member.

Lucy rested a moment on her haunches once she had taken him inside her, clearly appreciating the sensation. Her eyes were closed, and a broad smile was on her face. A smile that twisted into a wicked grin as those brown eyes fluttered open again, her hips slowly beginning to rise.

She kept the pace slow, her hands on his toned stomach, and Daniel groaned at the wonderful feelings that coursed through him at her work. His own hands moved to hold her hips as he stared upwards at his friend and lover, grateful that this gorgeous woman loved sex as much as he did.

She was on her knees, her legs either side of his waist and her palms on the back of the sofa, pushing herself forwards and lowering herself down with a deliberate, gentle rhythm. Her huge breasts swung like pendulums from her chest, and Daniel occasionally broke eye contact with his lover just to stare at them.

"Don't just stare at my tits, Dan. Grab them..." she moaned, her eyes glowing lasciviously.

He took her invitation eagerly, his hands almost immediately cupping the swinging mounds. The hard buds of her nipples rubbed against his palm, and he gently squeezed down, delighting in the way his fingertips softly sank into the flesh of her lovely tits.

Lucy seemed to appreciate the feeling, closing her eyes and moaning as her hips started to rise and fall ever quicker. Daniel could feel her breasts swaying in his hands, and he could feel her hot breath on his face. Slowly, she began to sink lower, her hips moving ever more horizontally, her face growing closer to his.

Soon, she was practically resting against him, and she leaned forwards to press her lips against his. He eagerly kissed her back, still holding her huge breasts, and delighted in the feeling of her body welcoming in his cock.

Lucy, too, seemed to appreciate the sensation, and her moans were louder now. Her brown eyes burned into his, and he was sure his own expression mirrored the lust that simmered on hers. Her blonde hair fell messily about her face, tickling Daniel's ears as it cascaded around his head, but he did not care.

Instead, he let go of her breasts, almost reluctantly, and wrapped his arms around his lover's back. Her soft skin felt wonderful beneath his touch, and he hugged her tightly to him, making it awkward for her to move her hips any longer.

A grin spread across her face as she realised what was next, and seconds later Daniel was hammering his hips upward, his cock pistoning into the gorgeous blonde model above him. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open, a frenzied cry ripped from her lungs at the sudden pleasurable onslaught.

Daniel grasped the back of her head, his fingers threading through her silky hair to press against her scalp, and drew her in for a deep kiss. She responded willingly, her hands moving to grip his shoulders, holding his body tightly as he filled hers. Evidently, she enjoyed the feeling of him pressed against her as much as he did.

He could feel his balls beginning to tighten, his body nearing the moment of release as his hips slammed against Lucy's. Her own body seemed to tense, and her fingers dug into his shoulders with force as her pussy started to constrict around his invasive member.

"I'm going to come..." he grunted, not slowing the near-rabid thrusting of his hips.

"Me too..." Lucy moaned in response, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Her entire body shook with the impact of his hips, and he held her close to him as he felt the first spasms of his orgasm.

He cried out as his cum shot forth, spurting into Lucy's eager depths, coating her walls. Pleasure filled his mind, his brain inundated with the sensations that coursed through him with each euphoric pulse.

"AHHH!" Lucy shrieked, her own climax erupting in her core. Her pussy rippled with the bliss that tore at her, and she screamed out her joy into his neck, her head writhing against his hand. She twitched faintly to match each rhythmic throb of her snatch, and her undulating walls welcomed inside every drop of cream that spilled from his cock.

Slowly, their orgasms passed, and Daniel held Lucy to him as he gulped in air. She, too, remained still, clearly exhausted in post-climactic joy, and he appreciated the sensation of her hot body pressed against him.

At last, she extricated herself from his grasp, her brown eyes glowing with satisfaction as she leaned down for another kiss. Their tongues duelled less hungrily this time, and she pulled away with a contented moan. Daniel closed his eyes as he enjoyed his lover against him, both of them exhausted in the aftermath of titanic climaxes.

He was glad he'd taken a break now.



Oyster Creek Ch. 14



The night had been a success.

Daniel let himself enjoy that thought as the staff finished the clean-up. The last customer had left about twenty minutes previously, the till had been overflowing with money, and it was midnight.

He could not have dreamed that it would go so well. Every single person involved in the store had excelled themselves, from the staff to the suppliers. He had not seen one unhappy face at the grand opening party, and that spoke volumes.

With a contented sigh, he checked his watch. Three minutes past midnight.

Friday...

A cold wave of nerves ran through him. Friday. The day his parents arrived to judge his work, to cast him out or welcome him back. He didn't know what to expect.

And he refused to even let himself think about it. This was far too joyous an occasion to let it be dulled by the future, even if it wasn't far away. No, this was a time to reflect on a job well done. Better than that: a job excellently done.

With a smile he surveyed his staff - no, his friends - who had helped this happen. Jenny was making a bank run with the profits from the night. Everyone else was tidying. Even Daniel himself had a broom in his hands, although he had to admit he was being a bit lax about its use. But it was late, and he wasn't going to make them clean the whole place at this hour. There'd be tomorrow for that.

Lucy moved close to him then, drawing his attention. "Dan?"

He smiled. "Yes?"

"I won't be here tomorrow to attend the meeting with your parents; I'm heading out of town just as soon as we're done tonight. I've got a modelling show to participate in, and I won't be back before Wednesday."

"A modelling show? Can I come with you?"

Lucy laughed. "I wish you could, Dan. I'm sure we'd have.... lots of fun together." She let the words hang in the air salaciously, then continued.

"But seriously, I just wanted to say... well, thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for us. I don't know what your plans are after tomorrow. I hope you don't leave us - I think you've enjoyed yourself here - but at the same time I know there's a good chance that you might. So just, well, we've loved having you."

She paused, then winked. "I've loved having you. If you do leave, make sure you come back one day to visit."

"I will, Lucy. I promise," he said.

"Good."

As that thought lingered in his mind, the front door opened and Jenny stepped through. She was still wearing her luxurious red dress, though now with a thick coat on top that actually looked rather incongruous. She smiled at him.

"Dan, can you come here for a moment?" she said, and he dropped the broom eagerly. Anything to get away from sweeping.

"Of course."

She tugged him towards the corner when he got there, a sheepish look on her face. "Um, I wanted to thank the guys for helping out tonight, but I don't really know how. Could you do it?"

He laughed softly. "So you're a natural in front of the camera, but can't talk to your friends?"

"That's not the same at all. The camera's like an informal conversation. This... this is different. I don't want to be all, y'know, bossy." She glanced around, slightly embarrassed. He chuckled.

Jenny's gaze shot back to him, her brows creasing in annoyance. "Look, will you do this or not?"

"Of course I'll do it. I just like tormenting you," he said.

She rolled her eyes, exasperated. "I know."

Daniel laughed, giving her a playful nudge before turning back to the rest of the staff. "Lucy, Claire, Rodrigo. Stop working. You've earnt a rest."

The three of them set down their assorted cleaning apparatus and gathered round. Daniel smiled at them all.

"You did amazing work tonight. Amazing. I think we can all tell what a success it was, and there's only one group of people to thank for that: you guys. Seriously, this was a fantastic, awesome achievement, and you're all a part of it. Thank you so much."

"You're not going to cry, are you?" Claire said with amusement in her voice.

He laughed. "If I do, I'll bring you all with me." There were grins all round.

Daniel continued. "But we're done for tonight. Go home. Get some sleep. It's the weekend. I'll see you on Monday."

"Maybe. But maybe you'll be gone by Monday," Jenny whispered. Daniel wasn't sure he was meant to have heard that.

He turned to her as the staff dispersed. "You alright, Jenny?"

She smiled, although he could tell that it was forced. "I'm fine, Dan. Don't worry. We did great tonight. We all did."

"Yes we did."

Suddenly, he was aware of another presence to his right. Claire had joined them.

Jenny coughed, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes with a nervous laugh. "Well, Dan, Claire and I had an idea. To thank you for all of your hard work here, y'know? And if you leave tomorrow, after the meeting with your parents, well, um, well as goodbye too."

His interest was piqued. "Oh?"

Jenny grinned. "I'm not going to tell you right now. But I will tell you to come by my house in about an hour. Your gift will be waiting."

His gift? What did she have in store? He glanced over at Claire, who only smiled back at him with barely concealed amusement. And maybe a little of something else he couldn't quite place.

"An hour?"

Jenny nodded. "An hour. But now, I'm heading home. I'll see you then, Dan."

"Can I at least get a lift?"

"Nope. You'll have to call a cab," the brunette laughed back, before disappearing out the back of the store with Claire and Lucy.

Daniel said a bemused goodbye and threw on his coat, locking the front door behind him and heading out into the bitterly cold night. He dialled a taxi as the three women pulled out of the parking lot in Jenny's car. Surprise or no surprise, they could have given him a lift.

Shaking his head, he wondered what they had in store for him. Of course, his mind conjured a few particularly appealing scenarios featuring Jenny, Claire and himself, but he laughed as he dismissed them out of hand. Surely they couldn't be...? No, there was no chance of that.

It was almost too awesome to contemplate.

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The cab pulled up outside of Jenny's house and he climbed out. He tipped the driver and strode up the drive, noticing that Lucy's car was already gone. She hadn't been kidding when she'd said she was heading out of town immediately.

When he reached the front door he knocked hurriedly. It was freezing cold outside, and he wasn't really dressed for it. He'd gone back to his hotel room, taken a quick shower to freshen up, and got changed into more comfortable clothes. But a shirt and jeans weren't a great defence against the cold.

Rubbing his arms and hopping on the spot, he willed Jenny to hurry up. The lights in the living room were on, as were some upstairs, yet there was no answer. He knocked again.

Eventually, there was movement, and a figure slipped towards the doorway. The clicking of the lock brought a sigh of relief from his lips. Then the door swung open and Jenny smiled at him, waving him in.

"You look cold, Dan."

He shot her a dirty look. "You're fucking right I am! I was standing there for ages."

"You were stood there for about thirty seconds," she said, laughing. "Don't be such a drama queen."

She had changed outfit since returning home from the store, her body now covered by a loose black dressing gown that shimmered faintly under the lights. Daniel guessed it was silk, and probably not cheap.

Some part of him was disappointed to see her out of that magnificent red dress she had been wearing, but he did not let that thought linger for long. Not when the dressing gown only fell to midway down her thighs, exposing most of her luscious legs. Clearly, she was not wearing much beneath it.

"Barely in the door and you're already checking me out," she teased.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "And when you answer the door looking like that, what do you expect me to do? Stare at the floor?"

"Not at all. I expect you to check me out." She stepped close to him, until their bodies were practically touching. She lowered her voice. "Do you want to know what I'm wearing underneath this dressing gown, Dan?"

He nodded. "Very much so."

"Good. You'll find out soon enough," she said, giggling and stepping away. A broad smile was on her face, and it widened when her hazel eyes dropped to the bulge that was forming in his jeans. "But first, come with me."

She turned, striding up the stairs, letting her ass sashay from side-to-side with each step. Daniel could barely keep his eyes off it. The dressing gown seemed to ride up further every time she moved, revealing more and more of her gorgeous thighs.

When Jenny was about halfway up the staircase, she turned back to him with a small smile on her face. "Well? Are you coming?" she said.

Daniel nodded hurriedly, racing up the stairs after her, ignoring the twinkling of laughter that his reaction provoked. Instead, his blood raced at the sight of his lover so scantily yet wonderfully dressed.

She stepped onto the landing, then through into her bedroom. As he followed her in, he realised that he had not yet been in Jenny's bedroom; he had only visited the house once before, and on that occasion it had been Lucy, not Jenny, who was his company.

Not that he paid much attention to the furnishings. What grabbed his attention was the look on Jenny's face as she spun back around to face him. A naughty glint shimmered in her hazel eyes and his member twitched merely at the sight of such an expression. It seemed as if his reward might be something he would very much enjoy. But how was Claire involved?

"Ah, he's here," he heard a voice say from the landing, and he turned to the source. A grin spread slowly across his features.

Claire was standing there, one hand on the wall as she reclined casually, wearing nothing but a set of wonderfully sexy black underwear and a wicked smile.

If his cock had been slowly stiffening at the thought of things to come with Jenny, it now positively raced to grow harder. There were two women, both in very revealing outfits, both looking at him with impish grins... it was almost too good to be true. Were they really going to...?

If any doubt had been lingering in his mind, it was soon swept away by what happened next. First, Jenny stepped close to his back, placing her hands on his shoulders and moving onto tiptoes to nuzzle his neck. Then, Claire joined them, reaching out to run one hand over his chest through his t-shirt.

Jenny kissed his neck, her mouth tracing higher until she bit his left earlobe between her lips and pulled away. She rested her chin on his shoulder and giggled.

"I think we've left him slightly stunned, Claire," she said, sliding her hands over his back, letting them creep lower until they grabbed his ass.

The redhead smiled at her friend with mischievous glee. "I think you're right, Jenny." Her eyes dropped lower, her grin broadening. "Not too stunned, though..." The words trailed off as the hand on his chest dropped, instead pressing its palm against the tent that was forming in his jeans.

He groaned at the feeling, then groaned again when she started to massage the bulge. The redhead licked her lips.

"Hmm, definitely not stunned," she whispered. Then her hands were on his shoulders and she pushed him further into the bedroom.

Jenny giggled, following her friend in, and Daniel could only stare on in lust as Claire immediately sank to her knees. Her fingers moved to his belt, unclasping it and tugging it open. Moments later, his jeans were loose, and Claire was sliding them down his legs. Only his boxers remained between them.

Jenny moved to stand to his right, and with one hand on his chest she stared down at Claire, too. If the redhead felt embarrassed about being the focus of both their attentions, she did not show it, instead guiding the waistband of his underwear over his solid cock, letting his member spring free. She moaned at the sight.

That noise was soon overwhelmed by Daniel's pleasured groan, however, as his lover parted her lips and sucked his tip into her mouth. Slowly, she took more of him in, and her tongue began to dance along the underside of his head. It felt exquisite, and she opened her blue eyes to stare up at him.

"Wow," breathed Jenny in his ear, and he could only nod faintly in agreement. He was far too occupied with how amazing the blowjob felt, especially as Claire was now gently bobbing her head. She brought her right hand to bear, cupping his balls and delicately playing with them whilst her lips and tongue caressed his cock so wonderfully.

Jenny kissed his neck then, stepping round slightly until she was almost in front of him, her lips tracing higher until they met his. He closed his eyes and kissed back, their tongues duelling as this kiss quickly grew fervent. Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing herself against him, and he put one hand on her waist.

Meanwhile, Claire was still maintaining her rhythmic ministrations on his member. He was slick with her saliva now, and the bobbing of her head was drawing groans at rapid intervals from his lungs. He wasn't sure how this could get any better.

That is, he wasn't sure until a few moments later, when Jenny broke the kiss and stepped away. A wicked smile was on her face as she reached for the knot in her dressing gown, undoing the ties and letting it slide from her shoulders.

Beneath it she was totally naked, and he wasn't quite sure what the noise he made in response to that glorious sight was. It something between a groan of pleasure and a gasp of delight, though if it sounded strange neither woman reacted to it. No, quite the opposite; Jenny stepped close to him again, crushing her now-naked form against him, whilst Claire moaned onto his cock.

His right hand slid up Jenny's body as he kissed her, roving over her delicious trim form until he came to one of her breasts. He cupped the mound, enjoying its weight, his tongue battling with hers in their passionate kiss. At the same time, his left hand reached out to stroke Claire's silky hair as her head continued its steady but magnificent bobbing.

Then Jenny broke the kiss again, reaching down to lightly touch Claire's shoulder. The redhead looked up at her friend and grinned, pulling her mouth from his cock and standing. It seemed they knew what they were going to do next.

Daniel soon found out, too, as Jenny grasped his shoulders and guided him backwards until he bumped into the bed. She didn't say anything when he did; instead, she gave him a gentle shove, enough to send him sprawling over the mattress.

"Make room for us," she growled, climbing on after him, her large breasts hanging down as she settled on all fours.

He hurriedly clambered further up the bed, thankful that it was an oversized American monstrosity, especially when Claire joined them on the plush sheets. The redhead's blue eyes mirrored every ounce of desire that burned in Jenny's, and his cock seemed to twitch just at being the focus of their predatory gazes.

Jenny crawled closer then, angling herself with his waist, and as he watched on in a lustful daze she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. If she was concerned about the fact that Claire had been doing the same only moments before, she did not show it, instead beginning to hungrily devour his rigid length.

As she was doing so, Claire moved closer, kneeling beside him. She reached out to place a hand on his hard chest and moaned quietly as she ran her fingers through his chest hair, a mischievous smile on her face. She looked so good in her sexy underwear that it was hard to drag his gaze from her.

Yet something even more tempting called to his eyes, and he cast his vision back towards his waist, where Jenny was hunched over him. He could only stare down in lust at the sight of the gorgeous brunette so hungrily devouring his cock. She groaned onto his length, the vibrations of the noise thrilling through his sensitive tip, and he reached out to stroke his fingers through her hair.

Yet even as he did so his attention was diverted, Claire grasping the wrist of his other arm and guiding it straight to her chest. He grinned wickedly, letting his hand wander over the wonderful mounds of her breasts through her pretty underwear.  

She smiled back with mischievous glee. "Would you like to see more, Dan?"

He opened his mouth to respond in the affirmative, but she had already reached behind her to unclasp the black bra, sliding it from her shoulders and tossing it carelessly away. Clearly she was well-aware of what his answer would have been.

Her delightfully large breasts fell free, and suddenly he was even happier that she had pulled his hand to her. He grasped the mounds, enjoying the contrast between their supple softness and the rigidity of her rapidly-hardening nipples.

Then the redhead leaned down, reaching up to pin his hand on her tits, yet at the same time engaging him in a fervent kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, her breathing heavy, and Daniel merely lay there in blissful thankfulness at the situation he found himself in.

Their kiss continued for a while, his hand squeezing and kneading Claire's lovely breasts whilst the other stroked through Jenny's silky hair. The brunette did not relent with her efforts on his cock, her gentle moans telling him she was enjoying her work, and he made no attempt to stop her. Her tongue danced on the underside of his head, and then slipped lower as she took him deep into her mouth.

He closed his eyes and arched his back unconsciously at the feeling, a load groan escaping his lips. Claire pulled away just long enough to let him vocalise his pleasure, then she was kissing him again. This time, however, she did not kiss him for long.

Daniel opened his eyes and watched on as she reclined into a sitting position on the bed, grasping her knickers and slowly guiding them down her legs. He exhaled in lustful wonder as the redhead threw the undergarments away. She was now totally naked.

Another thrill of pleasure ran through him from Jenny's superbly skillful blowjob, but he only had time to be briefly distracted by the sensation of her wonderful mouth engulfing his cock before Claire had snatched his attention back. The redhead smiled wickedly at him, pushing herself up onto her knees and gazing down at him with obvious lust. Leaning over, she gave him a quick yet passionate kiss, before throwing a leg over him and moving to straddle his chest. There, she lifted her hips, slowly moving forwards until her pussy was inches from Daniel's face, then lowered herself down.

Immediately his tongue was out, pressing against her folds. A delighted sob was drawn from his lover's lungs, and he slowly let his lips travel across the entirety of her pussy. The redhead's hands shot out to grasp the bedsheets.

She pressed her hips down harder against his face, her eyes rolling back at the feeling of his work between her legs, and Daniel slowly paid more and more attention to her clit. He swept his tongue over her folds, then circled the sensitive bud, watching with glee as her skin grew flushed.

All the while, Jenny never stopped sucking his cock. He groaned at the magnificent feeling of the blowjob, her head now bobbing on his shaft. As always, it felt amazing. Her tongue slid along the underside of his member whilst her lips caressed every other inch. At the very base, where her mouth could not reach, her fist pumped in time with the downwards strokes of her head.

He half-wished he could gaze down at the brunette, but that thought did not linger long as Claire moaned loudly above him. "Oh God that's so good," she sobbed, and he both felt and heard Jenny moan onto his cock. It seemed that her friend's pleasure was turning Jenny on, too.




Oyster Creek Ch. 14



Daniel decided to let his hands wander then, and they were only too eager to comply. His right hand left Claire's hip, slowly travelling up the side of her slender body until it came to her chest. There he grasped one of her lovely breasts, enjoying the way the soft mound filled his hand.

Claire seemed to enjoy it, too, from the way she moaned. She leant backwards; not far enough to pull her snatch from his insatiable tongue, but still giving him more room to squeeze and caress her breasts. Her gaze never broke with his.

She was growing ever-closer, and that delighted Daniel. The twin sapphires of her eyes had started to cloud with the onrushing crescendo of pleasure in her core. He could see the tension building on her face.

"Don't stop... don't stop..." the red-haired beauty moaned, and he chuckled inwardly. He had no intention of doing so. Instead, he let get of her breasts, returning his hands to her hips and holding her there tightly.

Meanwhile, Jenny's efforts continued, her tongue sweeping quickly over his rigid shaft. He could not see her, but he could picture how she looked. When coupled with the very real sight of Claire as she writhed in barely-constrained euphoria above him, it was a challenge not to simply climax there and then. Yet he held back; he knew it was not his turn to come.

It seemed that it would soon be Claire's, however, given the way her eyes had closed and her moans were growing louder. She was rubbing her hips back against his face now, his tongue lapping eagerly at her sensitive folds and her entire body seeming to coil in preparation for her release. She let go of the bedsheets with one hand to instead tightly grasp his hair, then her eyes opened and she looked down at him with an expression of near-orgasmic shock. Her mouth dropped open and he knew she was seconds away.

"Oh fuck... I'm... I'm... I'm coming!" she sobbed out, her muscles seeming to spasm all at once as an orgasm erupted in her core. Jenny pulled her head from his member to watch her friend climaxing against his face, but Daniel did not care. What occupied his attention was the wonderful sight of Claire's release, her blue eyes rolling back at the pleasure that swept through her mind, her stomach and limbs twitching as she was overwhelmed by the ecstasy.

He slowed but did not stop the movements of his tongue, gently caressing her pussy with its flattened surface, giving her just enough stimulation to prolong her climax. Eventually, it faded, the tremors in her body subsiding as the intense pleasure of her release gradually ebbed away.

"Holy fuck, Dan," she grinned breathlessly. "Holy fuck, that was amazing." Her body relaxed, and she loosened the iron grip she had on his hair. She giggled, flexing her palm. "Sorry about that."

"About grabbing my hair? Don't worry; it was hot," he said in between delicate kisses on her inner thighs. He could feel the warmth of her pussy inches from his face, and resisted the urge to dive straight back into action.

A shifting at the foot of the bed signalled Jenny moving up beside them. Daniel turned his face to her when she arrived and was delighted to note the flush that signalled her extreme horniness. "It certainly was," she whispered sultrily.

Then she grasped Claire's hands, pulling the redhead towards her. Claire moved willingly, slipping from Daniel's face until she was almost pressed against Jenny. They did not kiss, of course, though Daniel was not expecting them to; offering him a threesome did not suddenly make them bisexual. Instead, Jenny bent Claire forwards, guiding her friend until she was positioned on her hands and knees, her ass sticking out in his direction.

"But I think I know what will be hotter..." Jenny said, her gaze fixing upon Daniel. The salacious grin had not left her features, and Daniel knew exactly what it was that the brunette wanted.

To watch me fucking her equally gorgeous friend from behind. Holy shit, my life is good.

He did not want to deny Jenny that opportunity, so he scrabbled to get himself more upright. Slight giggles were drawn from the two women at the sight of him desperately getting into position, but the noise was cut short as he angled his cock with Claire's waiting entrance.

"Ready?" he breathed, reaching up with his free hand to grasp Claire's lovely ass.

She was still wet with his saliva, and he drew in a sharp breath of pleasure as he placed his tip against her folds. He could feel her warmth, and wanted nothing more than to slide inside of her.

Claire had turned her head to him, her blue eyes sparkling as she regarded his naked form, and her lips parted to whisper something before his tip touched her folds.

"Hurry up and... ooohh..." she moaned, her train of thought interrupted as his head slipped past her lips, his shaft sinking into her depths. Her hot walls hugged his cock tightly as he slowly pushed further inwards, and Daniel groaned loudly at the magnificent feeling of Claire's wonderful snatch.

Soon his pelvis was nestled against her ass, and for a moment Daniel merely rested there, enjoying the sensations of being inside such a stunning woman. Claire, too, did not seem to mind, and she looked forward once again, her straight red hair falling messily about her face.

As always, Daniel moved slowly at first, letting himself enjoy the sensations as his cock slid gently in and out of his lover's snatch. His hands moved to hold the redhead's ass, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh.

Then he felt Jenny's palms pressing against his cheeks. He turned his head to find her face inches from his, her hot breath washing over him and her mouth slightly parted in unconstrained lust. Her hazel eyes shimmered with pure desire. Then they shut as she threw herself against him.

He let go of Claire's body with one hand, wrapping the arm around Jenny instead, pinning the beautiful brunette to him whilst his member slid gently into her friend. Jenny's tongue pushed into his mouth and he responded the same way, delighting in the passion of the frenzied kiss.

He brought his other hand to bear, slipping it between them to grasp hold of one of his lover's large breasts. The mound felt so good beneath his palm that he could not resist but gently squeeze it, though Jenny did not seem to mind the added sensation.

So lost was he in the heat of his kiss with Jenny that he had to make a conscious effort not to slow the speed of his hips. He was fucking Claire with steady movements, a constant rhythm to their sex that already had the redhead moaning loudly.

At last, Jenny broke the kiss, sitting back onto her haunches with a breathless smile. She glanced at Claire and the smile widened, and Daniel let his attention refocus on their friend.

Claire had reached out with one hand to grasp the bedsheets, a faint sheen of sweat beginning to shine on her flushed skin. He could tell she was enjoying herself; her desire was expressed with more than just her loud groans of pleasure, from the lust that simmered in her blue eyes to the way she pushed her hips back to meet every thrust. He could not resist but slowly increase the pace of their sex.

"Oh... yes..." she sobbed out, closing her eyes as his cock crashed into her pussy. Her tight walls welcomed him in, caressing his length, and Daniel breathed out heavily as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. It was all he could do not to start thrusting with abandon.

"Fuck me... yes..." she continued, her head dropping. Clearly, she was just as overwhelmed by the sensation of their sex as he was. Her knuckles were white from grasping the linen but she did not seem to care. What was occupying her mind was obvious - the feeling of Daniel's cock as it slid into her pussy.

Then he groaned; out of the corner of his eye he spotted that Jenny's hand was busy between her legs. The knowledge of what she was doing almost sent him over the edge there and then: she was playing with herself at the sight of them.

The brunette's hazel eyes met his, and a shaky smile crossed her lovely features. Her eyes seemed to struggle to focus on him, so caught up in her own pleasure was she. Yet she still whispered an instruction: "Fuck her harder, Dan. Fuck her harder..."

He did as he was told, letting his hips increase in speed, the slapping of his pelvis against the redhead's ass sounding loud over their moans. Claire shook with each impact, her large breasts swinging beneath her, and Daniel slid his hands round his lover's body to grab the pendulous mounds.

Claire did not seem to mind as Daniel took hold of her breasts, feeling their magnificent weight in his palm as they shuddered with the force of their sex. His cock hammered into her pussy now, her walls seeming to quiver around his rapturously invasive length. He could feel a faint tightening in her walls, a sure-fire sign she was soon going to come, and he straightened back up.

"Fuck me... Oh God... fuck me..." Claire moaned as he reluctantly let go of her breasts, and she sank forwards, burying her head in the mattress. Her ecstatic yelps were muffled, but Daniel still delighted in them.

Using the hold he had of her hips as leverage he fucked her passionately, thrusting his member into Claire's snatch with a force that she seemed to appreciate. Each crash was met with a gloriously high-pitched shriek of elation from his lover, and they were getting louder. Daniel was aware that he, too, was not quiet, and his groans echoed round the room, mixing beautifully with Claire's.

"I'm going to... come..." she panted, a narrowing in her snatch indicating her proximity to release. "I'm going to come, Dan!"

He set his jaw, his hips smashing against Claire's, her entire body tensing.

"Oh FUUUCK!"

She raised her head as her orgasmic scream was ripped from her lungs, her mouth dropping open as her eyes spread wide. Her pussy gripped Daniel's member and the moment arrived: the climax that had been building in her core seared through her body. Her tunnel undulated in waves around his rigid length, and he could see her muscles quivering even as he felt it around his cock. Her arms thrashed wildly against the sheets, her brain unable to consider what it should do with them when confronted with such overwhelming ecstasy.

It seemed to take a long while for her climax to pass, though Daniel enjoyed every second of it. Perhaps not as much as Claire had, given the vacant look she wore in her eyes as the pleasure finally faded, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

Slowly, he withdrew from the redhead, his cock springing free, and she moaned. Immediately Jenny was kissing him, pressing herself hard against him, and he was pushed backwards onto the bed, his legs bent awkwardly beneath him.

He groaned in muffled surprise, but Jenny did not even giggle, so filled to the brim with lust was she. Instead she shifted slightly, letting him unfurl his legs until he lay on his back. Their kiss did not break.

To their side, Claire seemed to stir, slowing coming around. She languidly pushed herself into a crouching position, then grinned.

"Jenny, I believe I have been hogging Dan all to myself. I think it's your turn."

The brunette smiled salaciously and broke the kiss, her hazel eyes gazing down at his. "Yes, I believe it is."

She moved, preparing to straddle him, and Daniel let his hands wander over the brunette's lovely body. Her hair was messier than usual and a sheen of sweat was on her skin, giving her a lustful aura that inflamed Daniel's passions further as she placed her knees either side of his thighs. A hungry stare was etched on her face and she lifted her hips, taking hold of his cock and smiling in lustful anticipation.

She lined it up with her pussy, and with a soft sigh started to sink onto his shaft. Daniel groaned at the sensation of his cock being swallowed up by her hot tunnel, its tight silken walls stroking him in.

Jenny rested there a moment, staring down at him with her eyes wide in pleasure. A long moan left her lips as she slowly moved her hips, and Daniel threw his head back for a groan of his own. He took her wrists as she placed her hands on his stomach, and delighted in the fierce passion that radiated from her.

She lifted her hips slowly, rotating them as she did so, before lowering them in a circle. His cock seemed to twirl inside her, and she breathed heavily at the wonderful sensation. Slowly her pace grew more rapid, and Daniel simply moaned as the brunette's pussy engorged his cock.

"Fuck..." she breathed, her eyelids fluttering as she suddenly pressed herself firmly against him, taking in his member as far as it would go. Clearly, her pleasure was building, and she began to grind her hips against his pelvis, his cock still nestled inside her as she teased her clit against his body. "Fuck that feels so good."

Daniel simply enjoyed the sensations as he let his lover use him, delighting in the hungry look that burned in her eyes. She stared down at him, her face growing more and more contorted as her pleasure built, and he simply groaned in return.

Claire seemed to be watching in rapt awe, too, her blue eyes shimmering. She shifted closer, then leant forwards to kiss Daniel. Yet the kiss was fleeting; it was clear that she did not want to draw Daniel's attentions away from Jenny for too long. Daniel guessed that the redhead felt it was her friend's turn to enjoy being the focus of his passions.

As soon as Claire had withdrawn, Jenny threw herself forwards, placing her hands either side of Daniel's head and moving to kiss him passionately. He returned the kiss, placing his arms on her back as she started to bounce on his cock. She no longer ground herself against him; instead her entire body rocked as she rode his member, her breasts swinging with the force of their sex. She rode him with vigour, her pussy seeming to grow tighter as his cock repeatedly buried itself inside her, and Daniel could not wait any longer to grab her tits.

He reached up, grasping the swaying mounds with a satisfied sigh, enjoying the feeling of the supple skin in his hands. Her nipples were hard, faintly rubbing against his palms as she fucked him, and he gently ran his thumbs across them.

Soon, he could take it no more. He stared up at Jenny hungrily, the pleasure that grew in his cock rising steadily all the time. From her half-closed eyes he knew that she, too, was not far off release, and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Her hazel eyes opened as he did so, though they fluttered shut again as he quickly kissed her before speaking.

"Want me to take over?" he whispered. She had slowed, inevitably getting a little tired from bouncing her hips so passionately on his member.

She nodded, biting her lower lip, and Daniel grinned in response, holding the beautiful woman tight to him as he slammed his hips against hers. His cock was immediately a piston, hammering into her receptive snatch, and Jenny howled out her euphoria at the sudden upsurge in pace.

His cum boiled in his balls, and Daniel knew he was not far off. Such a glorious threesome with two stunning women had made it a challenge not to climax already; indeed, it had taken a real force of will not spray his seed inside Claire when the redhead's tunnel had been clutching and spasming around his member as she came.

As it was, he was not going to last much longer; at this pace he would come any moment, but judging by the way her walls had narrowed on his cock so would Jenny. Knowing their moment of release was near, he held her tight to him with his left arm whilst the hand of his right grasped a firm hold of her wonderful ass, and grunted as another spasm ran through his cock.

"I'm going to come, Jenny," he whispered.

"Me too..." she panted. "Me too..."

He took that as a sign, thrusting with wild abandon, letting his hips crash against hers. A fervent howl of passion was torn from her lungs and he could tell she was cresting, mere seconds away from a huge climax. Her hazel eyes rolled backwards. At that same time, the tension in his balls reached its almost unbearable limits.

Then it was upon him. He pinned her to him as with one final thrust the cum spurted from his member.

"Fuck!" he cried out, his cock twitching as rope after rope of jizz shot into Jenny's pussy, splashing against her quivering walls. He held her tightly, his mind battered by the orgasm that burnt through him, and his hips jerked against her body.  

The thought that his cream was spattering against her depths seemed to be all Jenny needed, and with a frenzied scream she joined him in climax.

"FUUUCCK!" she shrieked, her body seeming to seize up, her tunnel clamping down on Daniel's shaft. Powerful ripples of orgasm tore through her, the rampant pulses mirrored in her snatch, milking the cum from his member. Her hazel eyes were glazed, and her mouth opened and closed, though her rapturous cry was not dulled. He grasped her brown hair, holding it softly, pulling her as tightly to him as he could.

There they remained as they rode out their orgasms, Jenny's body shivering in waves as Daniel's hips pumped the final few drops of his cream into her pussy. Eventually it was done, and she slumped down on top of him as his mind began to clear. He became aware once again of the gorgeous woman pressing down on top of him, her large breasts crushing against his chest, and at once he kissed her passionately.

For a few seconds they lay there completely lost in one another's orgasmic afterglow, until a faint whistle drew their joint attention.

"Wow," breathed Claire. She was staring at them wide-eyed, a look of delighted shock on her face. "That was... amazing to watch."

"I'm glad to hear it," Jenny replied with an impish smile. She slowly lifted her hips, letting his rapidly-deflating member spring free. He groaned slightly at the feeling.

Then the brunette rolled off him, letting her hand drape over his body. She motioned for Claire to do the same, and the redhead showed no reticence in lying down on his other side.

It seemed to Daniel that minutes stretched out without any of them saying a word. He was simply too content to break the silence; he wanted to enjoy the moment, for he didn't know when he would have another one like it.

At last Jenny spoke, turning her head to him with sad eyes. "We'll miss you when you're gone, Dan. I'll miss you."

Daniel felt the twinge of regret. He didn't want to leave these two wonderful women either, but he was so close to getting his old life back. His parents couldn't refuse him when they saw what a success had been made of the General Store. Who knew where his future lay after tomorrow? He certainly didn't.

What he did know was that he didn't want to think about now. Not yet. He wanted to enjoy the moment with two of the closest friends he had ever made.

"Just for now, Jenny, let's not think about tomorrow. Let's think about the here and now... this moment. I'll always treasure it."

Claire laughed softly and lifted her head. "Of course you'll always remember it. How often do you get to fuck two beautiful women at the same time?"

Daniel grinned. That was more like it. Sadness could come tomorrow, for now he wanted to enjoy the company of Jenny and Claire.

The three of them remained curled up together that way for hours, chatting aimlessly. It took a long while before sleep finally claimed them. Yet just before it did, a wave of nerves swept through Daniel.

The big day was looming.



Oyster Creek Ch. 15



Daniel sat down in the conference room with trepidation. Jenny was next to him, nervously drumming on the tabletop, and even Rosemary Bernholdt - their lawyer - seemed a little anxious.

This was it. The moment had arrived. Any minute now his parents would stride through that door with faces like thunder and refuse to give up the store. He hoped their evidence would prove sufficient to reach a settlement - he really didn't fancy a legal battle. Not that he particularly cared what his parents thought of him; no, it was more that a protracted court case was unfair on Jenny and her sister. They hadn't asked for any of this.

He was lost in those thoughts when a knock at the door startled him out of his reverie. The receptionist poked his head through.

"Mr and Mrs Porter-Michaels are here with their lawyer, Ms Bernholdt. Shall I show them in?"

Rosemary Bernholdt nodded, then stood up to greet the three figures who walked through the door. Jenny sprang to her feet, thrusting out a handshake to the ominous intruders. Daniel stayed sitting.

"Stand up, Daniel," Jenny hissed, kicking him sideways under the table.

He sighed, looking up. His mother was glaring at him. Already.

He pushed himself to his feet. "Hello, mother. Father."

There was no joyous reunion here. No tears and hugs and happy shouts. Instead, his parents nodded their stonefaced retorts and promptly took seats across the table.

Daniel's side sat down, too, making themselves comfortable before Rosemary Bernholdt spoke.

"Welcome to Oyster Creek," she smiled, opening up the folder in front of her. "Shall we get down to business?"

The other lawyer - a dull, dreary man who looked to be in his late-fifties - opened his own folder. He looked over his glasses at them. "Yes, well, there does seem to be something to the claims."

Rosemary Bernholdt looked taken aback, and Jenny gasped. Even Daniel was slightly confused. Was this man admitting that the store was theirs?

It was then he noticed the cold stares of his parents. Both his mother and father were focused entirely on him, their expressions utterly impassive. He did not know what to make of that.

"Well, shall we try and reach a settlement?" Ms Bernholdt said, tilting her head slightly. "We believe that the Oyster Creek General Store rightfully belongs to the Birch family, namely Jenny and Lucy Birch, and request that all assets relating to the store are handed over to them at once."

The opposing lawyer shook his head slightly. "I'm afraid we have some areas of disagreement, clearly. It seems that the Birch family do indeed have a claim on the store in question, and yet it has been part of the Porter-Michaels estate for so long that any such claims are rendered invalid."

"We contest that," Ms Bernholdt said. "The will is very clear. That it was improperly executed does not render it void. We do not wish to go through the courts here, sir. I am very aware that your clients have had to travel a long way to be here."

"I am afraid that you have made your position very clear, and as such I fear that is our only recourse. The General Store has been the possession of the Porter-Michaels estate for so long that no court will hand it over now."

"You sound like you are going to make a concession."

"We are prepared to allow Jenny and Lucy Birch to operate the store, with the Porter-Michaels estate paying them a generous salary. All profits would go to my clients' estate."

"No," Daniel said, interrupting. "That's not acceptable."

"Daniel-" Jenny started, clearly aghast at his interjection.

He talked over her. It wasn't polite, but it was necessary. "I know what's going on here, Jenny. They're getting back at me."

Still his parents faces were impassive.

He leaned forwards. "What do you want from me?"

At last, his mother finally spoke. "I expect you to apologise, Daniel. For all the hurt you've caused us." She looked deadly serious.

"Apologise?" He was stunned.

"Yes," his father continued, narrowing his eyes. "You've done nothing but cause problems since we sent you out here. We thought it would be a learning curve; a good experience for you. Instead, you've gone out of your way to disrupt our lives and provoke misery. Apologise at once."

"I have nothing to apologise for," he said slowly. He did not want this to turn into a domestic argument. It was supposed to be a legal meeting.

His mother spluttered. "Nothing! How dare you, Daniel. You have everything to apologise for. We will make no concessions with this store unless you say sorry."

Daniel was shocked, although he knew he shouldn't be. Were his parents actually using this store, and therefore the lives up the people tied up in it, as some sort of... lesson? As a stick with which to beat him? It was almost too outrageous to be true, but he knew that it was.

And they had him, too. They had worked out what this meant to him. If he fought back, played the righteous child, then it would be Jenny and Lucy who suffered for his indignation. No matter how wronged he felt, he would have to acquiesce. For the sake of his friends.

He sighed. "And if I do apologise?"

"Then you can have it."

Jenny gasped.

He looked at her, then back to his parents. He was not sure if they were trying to trick him. "I can have the store?"

"No, you cannot. But Ms Birch here can. We won't contest the will. It can pass over to the Birch family."

Daniel took a deep breath. However repulsive it felt, he only had one option. "Then I'm sorry, mother. I apologise for the upset and harm my actions have caused. You were right to send me here."

"Good," his mother nodded, a smugly self-satisfied smirk on her face. "I'm glad to hear it. The store is yours."

His parents' lawyer whirled to them. "Ma'am, I think we really must-"

"Shut up. The store is theirs. Give them the papers."

The man seemed utterly confused. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Otherwise I would not have said so. Do it."

He turned back to them then, withdrawing a sheet that seemed a solid block of text. "This is a statement saying that my clients no longer contest the ownership of the property, and that the Birch family take control of both the property and all its assets, including stock, bank accounts, cash and contracts."

He passed it to Ms Bernholdt, who scanned it quickly. "And this applies even to purchases made recently by Mr Porter-Michaels?"

"Of course it does," his mother snapped.

Rosemary Bernholdt looked at his mother then, her expression inscrutable, then signed the bottom of the document. Then she passed it to Jenny, who looked at her, shock on her face, before signing it herself.

After both his parents had added their signatures it was done. The store was Jenny's.

"I'm... thank you," Jenny said, stretching out her hand. "I am very grateful."

"We didn't do it for you," his father said dismissively, turning back to Daniel. "Now, Daniel, you may come home."

"Oh?" He was slightly taken aback by that. He thought he would be stranded here, given the venom his parents had directed at him today and for the past week. "Home?"

"Yes, Daniel. Home. England. You've served your time out here. Losing that meaningless shop is a small price to pay for our son to learn a valuable lesson. You can come back."

It was his turn to be stunned. When he'd arrived all those weeks ago, he'd been desperate to leave. But now that he was being told he could go... he wasn't sure he wanted to.

His parents stood, Rosemary Bernholdt and Jenny quickly following suit. The opposing lawyer left the room immediately, clearly annoyed at the way things had turned out. Daniel didn't really know why; he was going to get paid a fortune no matter what. 

Then Daniel pushed himself to his feet, though far more languorously. "So what happens now?"

"You collect your things and we leave America," his mother said simply. "You get to go home, the Birch family get their precious General Store and everyone lives happily ever fucking after."

Daniel grinned. It was happening. He was going home.

He turned to Jenny. "You hear that, Jenny? I'm going home! And you get to keep the General Store. It's all working out."

"It is," she said, though more quietly than he expected her to. It sounded like she wasn't totally convinced of the sentiments.

It was then he noticed Rosemary Bernholdt watching him with a smile. When she realised he'd seen her, she stepped forwards. "Congratulations, Mr Porter-Michaels. It seems everything worked out for the best in the end." Shaking his hand, she turned to Jenny. "I'll be in contact once the paperwork is filed with the relevant authorities, Ms Birch. But suffice to say, you've done it. The Oyster Creek General Store belongs to you and your sister."

Then she left the room, leaving Daniel alone with Jenny and his parents. His mother and father waited by the door, and it was only then he truly realised the magnitude of what this meant. He was leaving Oyster Creek, leaving his new friends, leaving the General Store he'd put so much effort into turning around.

He was leaving Jenny.

His heart seemed wrenched by that. He'd grown to love his time here in Oyster Creek; his time with Jenny. He turned to her.

"Jenny, I..." he started, and she looked at him. Her hazel eyes seemed wider than usual, filled with a sadness he wasn't expecting. She should have been happy; she'd just won control of the General Store.

"Dan, don't..." she breathed.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

A wave of disappointment crossed her face. "Oh."

His heart sank a little more when he heard that. She seemed truly saddened by his departure. But how had she expected anything else? He was a foreigner; an outsider. He couldn't stay here forever. His time in Oyster Creek was only ever temporary, and now it was up. It was time to leave.

He swallowed. "You've been amazing to me, Jenny. You helped me settle in; you made me feel at home. You were perfect."

"But perhaps not perfect enough," she said, staring down at the floor. Then she laughed softly to herself, shaking her head. A resolve seemed to come over her and she glanced up, forcing a smile. "You were pretty damn awesome yourself, Dan. I couldn't have done this without you."

He smiled. "You're going to make the General Store a roaring success. I just know it. I'll see you on television in a year; America's newest billionaire."

She laughed quietly, though the sound died almost as quickly as it had begun. Clearly, she was in no mood to joke. A moment's silence passed between them.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye, Dan," she said at last. She was struggling to meet his eyes again. She held out her hand and Daniel realised it was shaking.

"I'm not going to shake your hand, Jenny. I'm worth more than that, surely?"

"You're worth much more than that, Dan," she snapped, her eyes suddenly burning. Then the flare died, and her gaze dropped once more. "Much more."

"Jenny, I... I can't stay. I have to go home."

"I know that, Dan. I know. It's just... I guess I didn't think it would be this hard." She looked up at him and smiled. "I didn't think I'd get so attached, you know? You were just some guy I met on the train." She laughed sadly.

"It's not so bad," he said, forcing a smile of his own. "You've got the store."

"And if I can't have what I want then... well, it'll have to do."

"Jenny..."

"Go, Dan. You're holding your parents up."

He stepped forward and hugged her. "I'll miss you, Jenny."

"I'll miss you too, Dan."

They stayed that way a moment, until Jenny pulled away. Only slightly. Just far enough to kiss him instead.

It was a fleeting kiss, too quick even for him to properly respond, and then she rested her forehead against his. "Take care of yourself, Dan. And, maybe, come visit one day?"

"I promise I will, Jenny."

He stepped back then. His parents were standing restlessly by the door.

"Come on, Daniel. The car is waiting."

Jenny nodded towards the door. "You better go, Dan." He was certain he saw a solitary tear trace its way down her cheek.

"Goodbye, Jenny."

"Goodbye, Dan."

And with that, he was gone.

*****

Daniel stood in his hotel room doorway with sad eyes. He'd packed his small bag with his things, and the room was empty. This really was it. He could see Oyster Creek laid out before him through the large windows on the far wall. The same view he'd had when he arrived, when he'd been dreading this.

He smiled to himself. How opinions change.

"Are you packed?" his mother said from the corridor. "You're holding us up, Daniel. Your father is paying downstairs."

He sighed, turning to her and stepping into the corridor.

It seemed a great effort to shut the hotel door.

*****

The limo had been waiting outside for them, and he threw his bag onto the backseat and climbed in. Buckling up, he turned back to the hotel. It's peeling, decades-old façade seemed like an old friend he would never see again.

Then the car moved off, and he was leaving. He sat there quietly. He didn't want to speak.

For a while they drove in silence, and Daniel's melancholy grew with every minute. What was he doing? Had he made the right decision? When he arrived in this town, he wanted nothing more than to leave again. And now here he was, leaving, and wishing he were not.

He'd made happy memories here. As the now-familiar roads flashed past, his mind weighed more heavily upon him.

"I bet you're looking forward to coming home," his mother ventured, breaking the silence at last. "Your friends are waiting for you. It'll be nice to see them again, won't it?"

Did she mean the same friends who hadn't called him once? The friends who knew he was being sent to the other side of the world, all alone and without support, and yet didn't give enough of a fuck to even send an email? Some friends. Some fucking friends.

"Daniel? I asked you a question."

"Yes," was all he replied.

Of course, he did miss his friends, that much was true. But not those fair-weather friends back in London; the men he drank with on a weeknight and women he fucked when times were good. They didn't care about him, so why should he care about them?

No, it was his friends here he missed. The friends he'd made in the space of one week that already made him feel more loved and welcome than any other group of people had ever achieved. Lucy, Claire, Rodrigo, and...

Jenny. The corner of his eyes stung. He stared out of the window with failing resolve.

After another moment's silence, his mother tried again. "Your new job is fantastic, too. You've had a promotion. I've seen the office. It's huge. You're going to love it."

Ah yes. The job. He'd loved his job a week ago. The power, the sex, the money. Everything his shallow heart had desired. He hadn't wanted to give it up.

Now, he couldn't face the thought of going back. Another faceless drone in the family corporation. Money and power, but at what cost? Nothing would ever compare to that sense of pride he'd got when the store opened to such success. He'd felt more alive and satisfied working on the General Store than he ever had in his office in London, shouting at interns and drinking overpriced coffee.

Instead of answering his mother, he stared out of the window. The Records Office flashed past as the limousine travelled down towards the main street. He had good memories of that Records Office.

"Daniel, whatever is the matter with you? You're being unreasonable," his father said then. "Your mother is trying to talk to you."

He tore his gaze away from the outside. "Sorry. I'm distracted, is all."

"Well, you'll want to stop that," his mother said briskly. "The family will want to see you when we get back, and you need to be polite."

The family. The Porter-Michaels clan. The people who had sent him here in the first place, to punish him and make him regret crossing them. And it had worked, to begin with. But not now. Now he didn't want to leave.

He sighed. The evening was growing, the shadows lengthening. The sky was darkening and a rainstorm threatened. It was the same as the weather on the day he had arrived.

Suddenly, cold adrenaline pumped through him as he realised where they were: the main street through Oyster Creek. The main street. He knew that any second now he'd see...

The Oyster Creek General Store.

Rodrigo's sign stood proudly on the front of the building. It looked superb, the displays in the window almost inviting him in. It flashed past in an instant, but he knew that it would be forever in his memory. The old, crumbling, decrepit shitheap that it had been when he arrived, and the shiny, elegant store it was now. Both were there, locked away in his mind. He saw the store for only a few fleeting seconds, but his guts were wrenched with sadness.

Memories of his time spent there raced through his mind. Of the laughs he'd shared with his friends; of the pride and satisfaction of the store's turnaround in fortunes; of the passionate sex he'd enjoyed with brilliant, beautiful women. And then his mind settled on one image - Jenny, stood in her long grey coat, showing him the store for the first time, that day he'd arrived. She was smiling at him, her hazel eyes shining.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't leave Oyster Creek. He couldn't leave his friends. He... he couldn't leave Jenny.

"I'm not leaving," he said quietly, looking back at his parents.

His father froze, staring at Daniel with incredulity. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not leaving. I'm sorry, but I'm staying here."

The man snorted in disbelief. "Daniel, stop this at once. You're a grown man, not a child. You've spent too much time in this backwater town."

"Don't call it that," he said quietly.

"Well it is, isn't it? A tiny insignificant settlement in the middle of nowhere. That was the point of sending you here. You're being stupid, Daniel. You're not staying here."

"No, really, I am. I don't want to leave with you. I'm grateful to you all for welcoming me back, but I'm happy here. Happier than I've ever been."

"Shut up, Daniel," his mother said with an exasperated shake of her head.

He took a deep breath. Now was not the time to get annoyed. "I'm not trying to antagonise you, mother; I am simply telling the truth. I wish to remain here, and so I shall. I will not be returning to London with you."

His mother's eyes widened in both shock and anger when she realised he was deadly serious. A snarl twisted the corners of her lips. "What? Don't be an idiot. Think about your future."

"I have thought about my future. I can't bear the thought of going back to England. I didn't like that life. I... like it here."

A moment's silence passed between them.

Then his mother reached out and slapped him. Hard. 

"I bet you like fucking all those American whores, that's it, isn't it?" she screamed. "Thinking with your dick again, you little shit."

He was stunned. He didn't know how to react to that.

"Stop the car," he said, calmly picking up his bag from the seat opposite.

"What?"

He growled. "Stop the car."

His mother simply sat there glaring at him. Clearly, she was not going to ask the driver, so instead Daniel unbuckled his seatbelt and leant across to press the intercom. Moments later, the car was coming to a halt.

When it stopped, Daniel opened the door, putting one foot out onto the pavement. Then he turned back to his parents.

"I guess this is goodbye. You are welcome to visit me, and I'll try and keep in touch."

His father snorted. "If you leave this car, Daniel, you will be part of our lives no longer. To have our overwhelming generosity and love thrown back in our faces like this... Well, you will be no son of ours."

"Then so be it," he sighed, stepping out into the fresh air.




Oyster Creek Ch. 15



His purposeful march away from the limo was interrupted by the slamming of car doors behind him. Turning to the noise, he saw his parents hurrying after him. 

He briefly wondered if they were coming to say goodbye; to accept his decision and wish him well. He certainly hoped so. It would be far more pleasant to leave on good terms. Then he saw the rage in their eyes, and sighed. Well, I guess it was too much to hope for.

"You get back in that car right now, Daniel!" his mother screamed as she reached him, waving furiously at the limo.

He wouldn't. He knew what he wanted now. He wanted to see Jenny. He didn't want to see London, to go back there. That wasn't home. Not anymore. There was nothing for him there.

"I said get in the car!"

"No."

His mother's eyes bulged. "Do not question me!" His face stung in the aftermath of another slap.

"It's that fucking girl, isn't it?" his father sneered suddenly.

Daniel's heart seemed to stop. "What?"

"That Jenny. The one at the meeting. The one you gave the store to. I saw her kiss you. What a sad, sad little goodbye. You've fallen for the little tramp, haven't you? She's playing you."

"Playing me?"

"For the money, Daniel. You stupid little shit, you've been strung along by some tart, and now you're pining for her."

"Don't you... don't you dare."

His mother stabbed a finger towards him. He could see the anger on her face. "I always said your dick would be the end of your career, Daniel. You're too interested in fucking some American whore, when it's your future you need to be thinking about."

"We've welcomed you back into the family business," his father continued before he could respond. "Don't throw away that potential on some stupid little slut."

Anger heated up his veins. "On what?"

His father sneered, then responded very deliberately. "On a stupid, little slut."

Daniel wasn't really sure what happened over the next few seconds. All he remembered was the rage that bubbled up inside of him, and the fact that his knuckles hurt. Oh, and his father sprawling on the ground and clutching a hand to his suddenly-bloody nose.

The old man sat there spread-legged, his eyes wide with shock. Daniel merely stood there.

"You hit me!" he said, stunned. "You fucking hit me!"

Daniel didn't care. Not anymore. His mind was made up.

"And I will hit you again if you ever speak that way about those I care for."

His mother opened her mouth. Daniel whirled to her. "Don't say a fucking word, mother. Not a fucking word."

He stopped, looking between the two of them before continuing. A chill wind had picked up as the evening grew, his coat billowing.

"You can keep your job. You can keep your money. Fuck off back to Britain, and never, ever contact me again. You are not parents; you're parasites. I don't want anything more to do with you."

He marched away, back towards the town, his one bag clutched tightly in his fist. His eyes scanned the road for a cab.

He did not look back.

****

The house was the most welcome sight Daniel had ever laid eyes upon. Thrusting a fifty dollar note into the cab driver's hand and telling him to keep the change, he grabbed his bag and strode up the lawn.

The wind had really picked up now, chilly blasts that cut straight through his clothes. He was shivering, and yet he didn't care. What he cared about was on the other side of that door.

He reached the front door and took a deep breath. Lifting his fist, he knocked.

It took a good twenty seconds for movement to appear beyond the frosted glass. The vaguest shape of a figure moved towards the door. And they appeared to be wiping their eyes.

"Hello?" Jenny's voice said as the door opened slightly. It was still on the chain. She sniffed, and Daniel realised she'd been crying.

"Jenny?"

"Dan!" she said, surprise evident in her voice. She wrenched the door open, and it caught on the chain. She tried again. "Fucking door!" she shouted, slamming it shut. He heard the chain slide across, and then the door was wide open and Jenny was staring at him with red-rimmed eyes.

"You've been crying, Jenny."

"Well, what do you expect, Dan?" she said, wiping her eyes. "Why are you here? Don't you have a plane to catch?"

"No."

She paused. "No?"

He smiled shakily. "I told my parents to fuck off. I told them to fuck their job, and to fuck the life they're trying to force on me. I know the life I want. It's here."

"So you're not...?"

"I'm not leaving, Jenny. I couldn't. I wanted to stay here... with you." Then he laughed softly. "If you'll have me."

A grin broke out on her beautiful face, her hazel eyes lighting up with happiness. Daniel was not sure he'd ever seen her so full of joy, despite all that she had achieved over the past week.

Seconds later her arms were around his neck and her lips pressed against his. He responded, enjoying the kiss. The best kiss of his life.

She pulled him inside, out of the cold, and broke the kiss to shut the door behind her. Then she was in his arms again, staring up at him with those radiant eyes. "I didn't want you to go, Dan, but I didn't want to hold you back, either. I couldn't keep you here in this town."

"This is the place I've felt most at home in my whole life, Jenny. I don't want to be anywhere else."

She smiled again, another tear rolling down her cheek, but Daniel knew it wasn't one of sadness. "I was supposed to be celebrating my ownership of the store tonight," she said quietly, "but I just didn't feel like it. I didn't have the thing I really wanted."

"Well, maybe you can have it now," he whispered, kissing her again, and Jenny kissed back. Their tongues duelled, and her hands moved to his shoulders, slipping the coat from his body. Then they roved over his back, tugging him close to her.

Daniel wrapped his arms around Jenny, holding her tightly, then dropped them to her ass. Without a word, he lifted her, and despite the slight yelp of surprise that was muffled by their kiss, she did not resist. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to carry her up their stairs. Their kiss did not break.

He knew which door was Jenny's bedroom after their exploits last night, of course, and he pushed it open with his foot and entered. She had changed the sheets, unsurprisingly, but Daniel was not thinking about that for long as he lowered Jenny onto the mattress. She reached up, grasping his cheeks and kissing him passionately, before pulling away and pushing herself further up the bed.

Daniel took the time to quickly remove his shoes before joining his lover on the sheets, letting their lips mash together once more, his arms encircling the gorgeous brunette.

Then her fingers were hooking beneath his t-shirt, guiding it upwards, and he let her strip the garment from his body. She moaned at the sight of his chest, running her fingers along it, and stared into his eyes.

"I didn't think I'd see this chest again," she said. "I thought you were gone forever."

"So did I, before I realised the mistake I was making," he replied, reaching out to stroke a hand down her cheek. "After all, leaving would have meant I never saw your chest again, either." Then his hand dropped to cup the wonderful mounds of her breasts through her t-shirt. He could feel the pattern on her bra through the soft cotton.

Jenny grinned. "You're ever the charmer, Dan."

Daniel watched on in delight as she sat more upright, taking hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and quickly removing it. Her black bra was revealed, expensive and lacey. Daniel was sure he'd seen similar ones in the store yesterday, but that was hardly surprising; Jenny seemed to exclusively wear underwear designed by her sister. Wherever it had come from, it looked amazing on her, and Daniel kissed Jenny deeply as he let his fingers wander over the bra.

But although it was pretty, it was also in the way. Reaching round to his lover's back, Daniel unhooked the clasp, then groaned as the black bra came loose. Jenny's breasts fell free, and he dropped his head, immediately focusing the attentions of his lips and tongue onto the sensitive buds of her nipples.

"Oh fuck..." the brunette moaned, running her fingers through his hair. Daniel played with her breasts, delighting in the fact that he didn't have to give this up anymore, until his hands dropped lower and found the button to Jenny's jeans. He wanted to take things further.

Clearly, so did she, since the moment he had unbuttoned the pants she was already pulling them down her legs. The look on her face suggested she demanded the same from him, so Daniel complied immediately. A few seconds later their jeans and socks were lying on the floor together, messy and intertwined. Daniel grinned at the hidden poetry of that.

Then his attentions fell back on his lover. "Fuck, Jenny. You look so good," he groaned, letting his eyes sweep over her. Her brown hair was messy from their writhing kisses, and her almost-naked body seemed to cry out for his touch. Only her pretty black knickers stood between her and totally nudity, and he endeavoured to right that. Hooking his fingers beneath their delicate waistband, he slid them from her legs.

She pulled him down for a kiss then and he enjoyed the feel of her naked chest pressed against him. His cock strained against his boxers, and Jenny slid her hand between them to find it, pressing her palm against his rigid erection.

"Take these off too," she moaned, staring at him with lust in her hazel eyes. Moments later he was naked too, and Jenny licked her lips with carnal hunger.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, rolling him onto his back, and he watched on with inflamed desire as she straddled his waist. That desire was mirrored on her own face as she stared down at him, before she slowly spun around. She hunched forwards, thrusting her hips back at Daniel's face, and he grasped her ass. Her snatch glistened enticingly, and without a second thought he tugged her hips towards him.

"Oh fuck..." she groaned as he immediately pressed the flat of his tongue against her pussy, holding her waist tightly as he began to smear his lips over hers.

He licked upwards, delighting in the feel of her soft folds beneath his tongue, and soon its point had slipped into her pussy, probing her entrance as she moaned in ecstasy.

Suddenly, she leaned forwards, and Daniel grinned into her snatch as the full benefits of their position were revealed. The grin became a long groan as a warm wetness engulfed the head of his cock, and he knew instantly it had slipped between his lover's lips. He could feel her tongue running along his tip, and soon after her fist had joined her mouth in working on his member.

The pleasure drove Daniel onwards, and he gripped Jenny's hips more tightly as he pressed his face against her pussy. Alternating with his tongue between rapid thrusting and more luxurious - though far from slow - sweeps across her entire snatch, Daniel knew he was bringing the gorgeous brunette closer to release.

There they remained a moment, and Daniel delighted in it. He licked and lapped and sucked at his lover's pussy, enjoying every moan of pleasure that his efforts drew from her, and at the same time found himself being carried forward on his own wave of euphoria as Jenny's lips caressed his cock. He held her tightly to him, not that she showed any desire to escape.

Then he kissed slightly lower, seeking out the sensitive nub of her clitoris, finding it with his tongue and his lips. A frantic moan was torn from Jenny's lungs as he teased the bud, swirling his tongue around it, and he knew that he was sending thrills of pleasure through her.

All the while, her mouth still passed over his cock, pleasuring every inch of his member. He laughed inwardly then at the thought he had ever considered leaving this life. Here he was, with a beautiful, horny woman for whom he cared so much hungrily devouring his cock, and the alternative was being sat in a limo with the parents he hated for five hours whilst they drove to the airport. There was simply no contest.

He closed his eyes a moment, letting his mind refocus on enjoying the pleasure that flowed through him from Jenny's expert work on his cock. Yet he was careful not to relent with his own efforts. That would be far too cruel, given his lover's obvious proximity to climax. Her entire body had begun to quiver, and he had to hold her hips firmly as she started to rub herself against his face.

Indeed, her attention on his cock was waning slightly, but Daniel did not care. She had pulled her head from his member, resting it on her hand and gripping her own hair as she moaned in anticipation of her climax. Her fist still passed over his now-slick length, albeit more haphazardly, but the thought that she was so caught up in the magnitude of her pleasure that she could no longer concentrate on his drove Daniel to frenzied heights of lust.

"Right there..." she said breathlessly, and Daniel renewed his efforts. His tongue was passing quickly over her clit now, licking up and down with tiny motions, and his lover had begun to shake in his grasp.

"Yes... right there... yes... yes!"

Jenny froze as her orgasm hit, her fist juddering to a halt on his cock. Her body shook, and whilst Daniel could not see her face he knew it would be contorted in rapture. A long cry was torn from her lungs, and her back arched, pressing her pussy against his tongue. He did not stop licking, only slowed, and his lover sobbed out her ecstasy as her release flowed through her.

After a moment, she pushed herself upright, facing away from him and gulping in air before slowly spinning round. A wide grin adorned her beautiful face, and Daniel reached up to grasp one of her large breasts even as she opened her mouth to speak.

Before Jenny could say a word, however, Daniel had sat upright, pressing his mouth against hers. She yelped her surprise into their kiss, but did not avoid returning it. Indeed, her tongue pushed avidly into his mouth.

Eventually breaking the kiss, he wrapped one arm around her, and with the other flat on the mattress for support spun them both round. She grinned as her back hit the mattress, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows, staring into Jenny's eyes as her arms encircled his neck.

She pulled him down to reinitiate their kiss, and Daniel as usual enjoyed the feeling of Jenny's large breasts crushed against his chest. His cock jutted uncomfortably into her thigh, however, and his lover seemed aware of that fact.

Jenny pushed him away and bit her lower lip, running one hand down his back until it reached his ass, where she sunk her fingertips into his flesh and moaned.

"I want to feel your muscles tighten as you fuck me, Dan."

He groaned at her blunt eroticism, pushing himself further up and allowing her to grasp his cock between their bodies with her free hand. She ran her fist along its length as she guided it to her waiting entrance, and they shared a moan as his tip pierced her folds.

"Fuck, Jenny..." Daniel breathed as her pussy swallowed up his shaft, its warm wetness hugging him exquisitely. Her own eyelids fluttered as he sank deeper, and soon he was buried completely inside his lover, their hips pressed together. "Fuck, you feel wonderful."

"So do you, Dan. Filling me up..."

He moved slowly at first, making sure to keep his pace low despite the voice in his head telling him to thrust with abandon. I'm sure that will come, he thought. But not yet.

Instead, he stared into Jenny's eyes as his cock lazily sank into and withdrew from the stunning brunette, caressed by her silken walls. The fingertips of the hand that rested on his ass dug into his flesh, and she moaned at the feeling of his member stuffing her snatch. He could feel her heels against his calves, her slender legs splayed to allow him inside.

Daniel leaned down to kiss her and his lover responded in kind, placing her free hand on the back of his head and pinning his lips against hers. Their tongues thrashed and they moaned into each other's mouths. Daniel enjoyed the feeling of the kiss as his cock moved inside her, and though his eyes were closed he could build a picture of their sex in his mind.

Jenny moaned again, and Daniel could hold back no longer. Lifting his hips higher until his cock almost sprang free from her pussy, he thrust back in with passion, his pelvis crashing against hers. Their kiss never broke, but Jenny yelped in startled euphoria around his tongue, and he immediately repeated the movement. Soon, the slapping of their skin sounded loud in the spacious bedroom.

Daniel broke the kiss as he groaned aloud, pushing himself up onto his palms with straight arms and gazing with sheer desire at the brunette beneath him. She stared back with animal need etched on her features, her back arching as the pleasure grew in her core. Her velvet walls had begun to tighten around his length, and the contrast between the cool bedsheets and her hot body as they pressed against him felt wonderful.

Her breasts shook on her chest with each rampant collision of their hips, and had Daniel's hands not been holding him aloft he would have grasped them immediately. Instead, he merely looked on with carnal frenzy, drinking in the stunning site of Jenny writhing beneath him. Her eyes had rolled back, her mind succumbing to the pleasure wrought from the onslaught of his cock, and his own muscles had begun to contract in the way they did when he was close.

Indeed, a tightness had taken hold of his balls, and he realised he was groaning more and more loudly as the moment drew nearer. Jenny was sobbing out her pleasure, her half-glazed eyes struggling to focus, her body writhing as the orgasmic bubble that shivered in her core reached bursting point.

Daniel could hold back no longer. With a last frantic crash of their hips, he came.

"Jenny!" he cried, his cum spurting forth. Pleasure seared through him, the pulsing contractions of his cock making his skin feel hot. Jenny looked gorgeous beneath him, though his mind found it hard to pay attention, such was the bliss that battered against his mind.

"Fuck... FUUCCCKK!" Jenny shrieked, her eyes opening wide as her own orgasm ripped outwards, filling her body with rapturous thrills. He could feel her pussy spasming against his cock, almost in time with his own euphoric sparks, and her hot walls seemed to squeeze all the cum from his balls. Her back arched, pressing her large breasts against his chest, and Daniel appreciated the feeling even through the bliss that burned his mind.

Eventually, the rapture that had seized him slowly let him go, and Daniel slumped down onto the sheets. He gulped in air, Jenny doing the same, before gently withdrawing and rolling onto his back. The bed felt so cool beneath his hot skin, and for a moment he merely rested there, recovering from the exertion of their fucking.

He felt a hand on his chest and opened his eyes to see Jenny smiling broadly inches from his face. She leant down, kissing him, and he wrapped his arms around her to return it.

As he lay there, enjoying the tender kiss, he let his mind take stock of what had happened over the past week. He was here, in Oyster Creek, with lovers and friends he cared for more deeply than anyone else he had ever known. The General Store was Jenny's now, and he knew her guidance would make it a roaring success, though part of him hoped she'd let him keep the office.

Then Jenny pulled away, holding her head inches from his. As he stared into her hazel eyes only one thought occupied his mind.

He was home.