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Sunshine

By: YouMeNoOneElse



Like many fairy tales start, it wasent a stormy night. Ther wasent even a single rain drop. Still it turned out to be a fairy tale alright.

It was one of the nights when you have so much on your minds and want a way out, you dont know what exactly to do. Something relieves your tensions and then you know that was the thing you wanted all along.

It was almost 11 pm when i walked out of my room. I was walking and walking aimlessly on the streets, and to me it seemed like ages.

Nothing was right that day, I had lost a nice clean assignment. I had a fight with my girlfriend. And my room, the place where i stayed was a mess. My girlfriend's curses and my boss's angry yellings still rocked in my ears.

I kept walking thinking about the day. Where i was walking there were many shops lined up along the street. All were already closed. I passed the shops like a breeze,then suddenly i stopped. For some time i couldent quite figure out why i had stopped. Then suddenly i realised, i realised something had caught my eyes, something that made me stop. SLowly i turned around. There crouched on a shop's stairs was a girl. Instinctively i glanced at the watch, it was almost half past 1. What was a girl doing alone on the streets in midnight. I walked slowly towards her, half curios, half excited. To my surprise i found my heart bit was speeding. Sweat drops had started forming on my forehead and i was shaking. 

I was trying to form a picture of that girl in my mind. As i got closer and closer she got more visible. She was wearing a simple white dress covering most of the body. her legs were long hidden my the dres. Her long flowing hair was faling loose. And she wasent looking at me. She was staring at the floor.

As i moved closer i made loud noise by my feet. I wanted to grab her attention but she dident move. I called out but still no sign. I glanced around. The street was empty. Ther was just me, that girl and the street lights. I was wondering what to do and then after some hesitation, decided to shake her. I reached out and was about touch her shoulders when she turned her head. Her eyes stared through me. It was a moment frozen in time. I was completely locked in her stare. 

We were staring at each other, our eyes locked, for atleast 10 minutes. And then next thing i knew our lips met. We started kissing tenderly at first. Our tenderness melted into rage of hungry wolves attacking at their pray. She was a tigress cut loose from her cage. She grabbed me and attcked me with her lips. We were kissing like that for almost half an hour.

Suddenly we broke from each other. And i started walking, walking back towards my room. The only thing i could hear was her footsteps falling with me.I cant remember when we reached my room, how i got into my bed. 

The only thing i remember is her naked body glowing in the shadows cast by the night lamp. Her full breasts inviting me to conquer their peaks.

Her sighs when my toungue licked her lovely nipples erect in all their glory. The slender moment of her hips when my fingures explored her juicy cunt. Our bodies rocking in ecstacy when my toungue plunged into the innerlips of her womenhood. her toungue taking me to new heights when it circled my dick. My mind exploding when she sucked my penis with hunger. The bonding of life when i thrust my dick into the depths of her cunt. The flow of energy when our bodies started a rhythmic dance of desire. Then the volcanic climax.

When it was finally over, the morning sun beams had started creeping through the windows. I was still in a state ofdizzyness. She just stood up from bed, dressed herself, grabbed my manhood, kissed it, said "Thank You" and left. The next day was the most relaxed day in my life.

I dont know who she was. I dont know what was her name. I dont know where she went. I only know now the moment our eyes met, she woke up and aroused the lust inside me like neevr before. For the time she was with me, i was her slave.

Its 5 in the morning right now. I am sitting on the shop stairs where i had seen that angel. In a while the people will start showing on the street. Like evryday, they will glance at me with various expressions in their eyes. WHat do they know? I am still searching for my sunshine.

Sunshine



About a month ago, my wife and I were in a hotel room in Baltimore trying on our wedding attire. It was the night before her twin brother Thor was to be married. Sunshine, my wife, finally agreed to be one of Cindy's bride's maids after making many trips to Baltimore where they live to visit and get to know her. She and Cindy had actually developed a sense of mutual respect for one another, despite the fact that they were polar opposites in just about every conceivable category. 

Birkenstocks, baggie jeans, khakis, sweat pants, flannel shirts, bulky cable-knit sweaters, baseball caps, and page-boy haircuts are the only things that have been associated with my wife for the three years that I've known her, two of them married. I met her senior year in college. She was a geology and environmental engineering major, and her twin was in the education program. During their senior year in high school their parents had been taken from them tragically on New Years' Day by a drunk driver. Sunshine and Thor inherited the family business, a garden center, and decided to continue running the business while they went to college locally. They didn't have to worry about room and board, and the money they made in the garden business paid for their tuition. Their parents would have been proud of them.

Thor and Sunshine were born to a couple of hippies in the early 70's. You couldn't find two more ecologically friendly people if you tried. Thor was forty-seven minutes older than his twin sister, and the two are amazingly identical. Both have this strong-jawed square face with high cheek bones and a dimple in the middle of the chin. I can't tell if Thor is a beautiful man or if Sunshine is a handsome woman. 

Having no other family, no uncles, cousins, or grandparents, Thor and Sunshine had to literally fend for themselves. I was evaluated with a great deal of scrutiny by Thor when I met, fell in love with, and asked to marry Sunshine. Eventually, Thor and I became good friends.

So anyway, Sunshine was looking in her closet at her dress draped in wispy clear plastic and thinking about her big brother finally getting hitched. I said, "You seem worried that Thor may be making a mistake."

"It's not that, it's...well..." She never finished her sentence. I continued tying my bowtie while looking at her reflection through the mirror. Finally, she shifted all her weight to her other foot, propped her hand on her hip, cocked her head to the side and looked back at me through the mirror. 

"Do you know where we went today, I mean 'we', as in the bridesmaids?" she said. 

I had no idea. The "groomsmen," "ushers," whatever you call them, had played golf all morning and had spent the afternoon at the 19th hole until it was time to go back to the hotel for a quick nap before the rehearsal dinner.

"We went to a spa!"

"A spa," I said with the same astonishment in my voice, though I was mocking her.

"No really, a spa!" she said again as if it were the strangest thing. 

Well, in reality, it was strange for her. For all intents and purposes, Sunshine had become a hippie herself. When we were married, it was a civil service. Sunshine wore this white peasant smock, and she had a crown of daises and baby's breath in her hair, Birkenstocks on her feet. We took the subway downtown to the court house and had the justice of the peace marry us. Twenty-five bucks. Thor and Cindy's wedding, however was going to be a posh, upper-crust affair.

"Hey, they did your nails!" I said, finally noticing the subtle changes that marked the beginning of her transformation. "And they did your toenails too!"

I had to turn around and take a better look at my wife. She stood there with just a towel wrapped around her. Her page boy haircut had been shortened, and the ends were trimmed evenly in an arching line just below the base of her skull. Her eyebrows had even been shaped. She was beautiful, alluring. She turned back to the closet to pull out the bridesmaid dress they'd given her, and her hair danced magically back into place.

Though already married, it seemed only proper to include us in the wedding party, as we were the only family that Thor really had. Both sides of the aisle could therefore be filled with a variety of relatives from Cindy's huge and very rich clan.

"Wait 'til you see the dress they want me to wear," she said, ripping away the plastic and letting it float to the floor. 

The dress was a short cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. It was made out of this beautiful sea-foam green material that had a slight shimmer to it. It looked more like a really long camisole. A pair of pumps of the same color was in another plastic bag that hung from the same hanger. Stapled to the white paper that enveloped the hanger was yet another plastic bag. It looked like a dress repair kit, complete with some additional spaghetti strap and a small piece of the green material for repairs.

"Look how short it is!" she exclaimed, holding it up in front of her.

"Wow! Now that's a pretty awesome color green," I said. "I've seen this new Volkswagen around town in that same color!"

"Jay!" Her tone drew me back on point. "I'm wearing more with this towel than I will be when I put this dress on." 

I looked at the towel. She had a point there. I smiled. She fought to maintain a look of worry and concern, but as she turned away I thought I saw the hint of a smile on her face as well. 

"Here, come help me," she said as she hung the dress on the back of the bathroom door. 

She turned to face me. One pull on the corner of the towel tucked into her cleavage, and the whole thing fell away. The thick and heavy material of the hotel's towel dragged roughly over her nipples, making them bend briefly toward the floor only to bounce back up once the towel had slid past them. Her breasts looked so delicious. They're a little too big to comfortably fit a C-cup, and not quite big enough to properly fill up a D-cup. This may be the result of their superbly exaggerated shapes. Each breast is like three separate units. The majority of each breast is perfectly rounded and low hanging. But the areolas are so large and so puffy that they sit atop her breasts like a naughty after-thought. Top it off with nipples that always seem to be hard and you have a most delectable breast. I have no doubt that if she were to enter her breasts in a wet t-shirt contest, she'd win hands down.

In my opinion, the shape of a woman's body is breathtaking. It's the curves. My eyes traveled all over her body. Everywhere I looked I saw nothing but beautiful, flawless skin. Then I saw something I don't think I'd ever seen in real life. My wife's pussy was completely bald. Not a hair anywhere. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I hadn't realized what a fat pussy she had until this unveiling. It was like it had been squeezed into place, there, between the plump portions of her upper thighs, just in front of her lower butt cheeks. The thick, wrinkled ridges of her inner lips looked as if they were forced to remain outside of her meaty pussy because there was just no more room left for them inside.

"Wow," I said as I took a knee on the carpet in front of her to get a closer look. "Did the spa do that?"

"You like?" she asked, spreading her legs some more. My hands caressed her hips as I turned her this way and that admiring the view. I leaned forward and gently kissed the puffy mound above her slit. She cooed.

"Yes, very much," I said, looking up at her through dangling breasts. I leaned forward again and touched the tip of my tongue against the smooth, pink pearl of her clit, peeking out from under its clitoral hood. 

"Stop that. You'll make me wet," she said jerking her hips back and twisting away from me. 

I stood and rearranged my underwear to better accommodate my hardening cock. She pulled the plastic bag with the dress repair kit from the hanger and ripped it open. Then she began to step into what I now realized was a micro G-string. She pulled the garment up her thighs and over her hips until the triangular piece of material wedged itself between her upper thigh and her plump pussy. She carefully untwisted the strings so that they followed the contours of her hips perfectly.

"Turn around," I said to make sure the back was even. 

This was not a T-back G-string where the thong that comes up between her ass cheeks meets the waistband at a 'T' in the small of her back. No, this was one of those G-strings where the waistband follows the contours of her hips and buttocks, disappearing into the crack of her ass to connect to the thong portion somewhere deep within the cheeks of her buttocks. She turned back around to face me, her fingers pulling the tiny triangle of material into place over her pussy.

"Aren't these panties positively obscene?" she gushed. 

She was like a child on Christmas morning. There was no hiding the enthusiasm that was accompanying her new found self. My cock grew harder. I watched her try to adjust the tiny triangle of material that was supposed to cover her pussy. She pulled it forward so that the cleavage and clitoral hood at the top her pudenda were covered, but the triangle of material that was supposed to cover her vulva turned into thong at about the halfway point and disappeared into the crack of her pussy. She lifted her leg slightly so that only her big toe remained on the floor, and reached around behind her to tug on the thong like she was pulling out a wedgie. The tiny triangle shifted quickly so that now the lowest portion of her pussy was demurely covered, but at the top her hooded clit bulged lewdly out over the material that was meant to cover it. Or maybe it wasn't meant to cover it. Either way, those panties were hot. She adjusted them back to their original position and then turned to get her dress.

"Its got this built in lycra shelf bra that's so stretchy that the dress doesn't even have a zipper," she said, bunching the dress up like she would a shirt and pulling it over her head. 

She tugged the form-fitting dress all the way down her body until her boobs popped out the top. Then she put an arm through the spaghetti strap and pulled the material up over one breast, repeated the operation on the other side, and then pulled the whole thing down to where the top cut across her bosom just above her areolas and the bottom cut across her upper thighs just below her butt cheeks. Magnificent!

All I could do was to stand and stare at this sexy woman poured into this sexy dress. Is this really my wife? She too was staring at her reflection in disbelief. Our eyes met in the mirror for a second as if to say, "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" We looked again. It was awesome. She smiled, then giggled, then squealed with glee as she ran in place on her toes really fast bubbling over with excitement. Her breasts bounced in unison and never popped out. The spaghetti straps remained connected at their reinforced points.

"Oh, this dress is so cute!" She ripped the plastic bag open that held her shoes and put them on. The mechanics of high heels is quite extraordinary. The three inch heels tilted her pelvis forward which pushed her shapely butt up and out, elongated her legs, and made her calves bulge with definition. The fact that Sunshine is slightly pigeon-toed only added to the provocative posture created by those shoes. She looked absolutely fuckable.

"You look absolutely fuckable," I said.

"I look absolutely fuckable!" she said to her reflection and me.

Cindy had decided that the bridesmaid dresses were so cute that they should be worn to the rehearsal dinner to get a little more exposure out of them than would have been possible if they'd just been worn on the wedding day. So, off we went to the rehearsal dinner in one of the banquet rooms of the hotel.

After the dinner, the guys and the gals were to head off to their respective bachelor and bachelorette evenings. Both parties were headed to separate clubs for a last evening of "freedom" before they were to tie the knot. I would have much rather follow my wife and the other women because they were such a sexy bunch, but I stuck with the program and accompanied the men to a strip club a couple of blocks away.

At the strip club, we were ushered into a private room in the back where Thor's friends had set him up with a lap dance. The room had four big overstuffed chairs, a low square coffee table, and big mirrors on each wall. The walls were painted a dark purple to match the fake leather covering the chairs.

"Wait 'til you see good-old Thor here in action," said one guy. I hadn't gotten their names down yet.

"It's hammer time!" exclaimed another pulling one of the big chairs into the middle of the room, closer to the coffee table. The door opened and in walked a tall black woman with her hair tide in a pony tail. She wore a short white miniskirt, clear plastic platform pumps, and a white sleeveless T-shirt with the club's logo printed on the front in purple. Her huge tits wobbled freely and independently, revealing the lack of a bra. Cropped short as it was, the white cotton material of her shirt hung straight down off of her erect nipples, preventing the lower portion of the shirt to come into contact with her toned tummy. She had a girlish face with soft features, but she wore this sexy scowl that made her seem almost arrogant.

"Which one of you is the groom?" she announced in a confident tone. Thor raised his hand as his friends began to chant in a low whisper "Hammer, Hammer..."

"What's your name, baby," she purred as she slowly walked over to him. She circled him, caressing him sensuously with her hands, rubbing her body against his. Then she pressed herself into him and looked up into his face, her lips close to his. "Hmm?"

"Thor," he said, smiling shyly down into her upturned face. She slid a hand up the inside of his leg and grabbed the bulge that poked out about half way down his thigh. Every guy in that room would have loved to have been the focus of her attention. We were living vicariously through Thor. Everyone's cock was straining with desire. She licked her full, glossy lips and pushed Thor down into the overstuffed chair behind him. 

"My name's Tinkerbelle," she said leaning forward over Thor to rest her hands on his thighs. "And I'm gonna dance on you." He stared down into her cleavage. She straightened and scanned the room looking at each of us.

"But before we get started, there are only two rules." She cupped her breasts over her shirt and squeezed the nipples that poked through between her fingers.

"Nobody touches me," she said, wagging her finger at us like we were naughty boys. "And I don't want to see nobody's cock; I don't care how big you say it is."

We all laughed. I tried to adjust my cock in my pants which was tangled awkwardly in the vent-folds of my tighty-whiteys. Tinkerbelle turned back to face Thor. She reached down and traced the tip of her fingernail lightly over the bulge that was sticking up prominently on Thor's thigh. It really looked like he had shoved a zucchini down his pants. Tinkerbelle squeezed it to see if it were real which forced a little smile when she realized it was.

"And is this your 'hammer', Thor?" she asked walking her fingers along the ridge that his huge schlong had made in his pants leg. Thor just stared at her and slowly shook his head affirmatively.

"It's awfully hard," she whispered stroking the shaft through his pants. Her delicate fingers slid all the way up to where his cock met his torso where she grabbed it as she would a railing. Slowly she dragged her hand back town to where the head of his cock was clearly defined by the material of his trousers. She straightened again, licked her luscious lips, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, freeing her magnificent tits. They bounced and wobbled freely, with nipples so long and hard that when she squeezed them, a good half-inch of nipple stuck out beyond her pinching fingers. Then she pushed against the sides of her breasts making them bulge in her cleavage before she dropped her hands and let them bounce back into place high on her chest. They were wonderfully real and firm, her smooth brown skin glowing with the light sheen of scented oil she'd obviously just applied.

Tinkerbelle backed away from between Thor's legs and began to undulate and sway in a slow circle, thrusting her toned bubble butt at the hungry eyes that devoured her as she teased. The muted music leaking through the door from the main stage area provided her accompaniment. Around and around she undulated, until her butt was again facing Thor. Then, with her hands on her knees and her back arched, she bounced her bottom up and down on Thor's thigh so that her miniskirt flapped up and down giving us brief glimpses of her thong covered pussy. We could see that her pink G-string, while contrasting nicely with her brown skin, did very little to conceal her shaved pussy. I immediately thought of the one my wife had on at that very moment and my cock twitched. 

Suddenly, Tinkerbelle stopped, lowered herself onto Thor's thigh, and looked over her shoulder at him. 

"Help me with my zipper, will ya sugar," she said, her chin resting on her shoulder. Thor pulled the tiny metal flap of the zipper down as she stood and let the skirt slide to the floor around her feet where she kicked it all the way to a chair on the other side of the room. Standing in just her heels and a G-string, Tinkerbelle embodied raw sexual desire. She had a body that could induce premature ejaculation, and I think her goal was to do just that. She was going to try to make Thor cum in his pants. 

In time to the music's beat she backed up and rotated her whole pelvis, giving everyone a clear view of the sheer film of material that barely covered her vagina. She pulled at the strings of her G-string as she danced, pretending to pull them down only to pull them up higher on her full hips. With each gyration, more and more of the sheer little triangle of material was sucked into her slit until only the crinkled edges of her inner lips were covered, leaving the smooth, swollen mound of her vulva completely exposed. She stopped, slid her hands further down her legs until she was gripping her ankles, and slowly lowered her pussy to rest on the knob of Thor's cock trapped beneath the material of his pants.

Tinkerbelle let out this girlie little "Oooh" as she let her full body weight mash her pudenda down onto Thor's ridge of man meat. Then she started to slide and grind her pussy and ass all around and back and forth over Thor's pant covered cock. Thor gripped the arms of his chair and stared intently at the sexy creature cooing and grinding on his pole.

"Hammer, Hammer," the chant began, barely audible and haunting. It gave the whole atmosphere the air of some primitive sex ritual. Just who was the sacrificial victim was yet to be determined.

Thor closed his eyes and shook his head as if struggling with unbearable pain. Back and forth and around and around, Tinkerbelle worked her sexy magic on Thor's lap. She took her time and was very thorough, squeezing her own dangling breasts periodically as she got into it. She closed her eyes, leaned back onto Thor's chest and played with his ears, her gyrating pelvis never stopping or missing a beat, her sexy lips parted slightly to let in a little more air.

"Damn, I would have cum by now," said someone.

"Me too" said another. I had to agree. I probably would have unloaded in my pants had I been in Thor's place.

After about two more agonizing minutes of tortuous titillation, Tinkerbelle sat back up, put her hands on her knees, arched her back, and quickened the pace. A clear, slimy sheen began to develop on the material covering the ridge of meat under her. The material covering her pussy had turned dark pink from all of the moisture. Her panties had completely retreated into her vagina leaving exposed pussy lips to drag along his hard-on. Only her clit remained concealed from view y her G-string as both parties began to breathe heavily.




Sunshine



"Oooh, baby," she sighed. "Is Tinkerbelle going to make you cum?"

"No way, baby," said someone. "A'int never happened yet."

High fives, and hoots and hollers were followed by a louder continuation of the chant. 

"Hammer, Hammer..."

Worry would be the best way to describe the expression that now controlled Tinkerbelle's face. Her demeanor had lost its arrogance as she was now struggling with her own arousal. She closed her eyes in concentration and bit her lip as she pushed Thor's thighs together and straddled both his legs. With her hands on his knees she ground her pussy into him with a newly found vigor. Thor laid his head back and covered his face with his hands. He groaned and shook, then gathered himself, brought his head back up, and stared stoically at Tinkerbelle's gyrating ass.

"Hammer, Hammer..." continued the chant. Tinkerbelle looked back at him, disbelief now written all over her face. Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened. 

"Oh, fuck," she growled deep in her throat. She reached down in front of her and pulled the slimy G-string to the side and drove her exposed clit down on the head of Thor's pulsating cock. Back and forth and back and forth she slid. The slimy mess on Thor's pants leg had now grown white and was much thicker, like Elmer's glue. It was everywhere. She looked back at Thor and held his gaze, trying anything to win the upper hand. Finally, her face completely fell apart and she looked like a little girl about to start crying.

"Oh my god, you're gonna make me cum," she exclaimed, exasperated. Her body shook. She arched her back and hooked her toes behind Thor's calves, pushing both their legs tightly closed. White, gooey pussy juice bubbled up into the crack of her ass and squirted out of the back of her pussy almost to the top of his pants pocket.

A collective cheer went up with more high-fives and fist pumping and exclamations of "Yes," and "All right." With a final squeal and shudder, Tinkerbelle slumped back onto Thor's chest panting, writhing, and trembling. She placed her hands over his which were still gripping the arm rests, grabbed them roughly, and pulled them up to cover and squeeze her heaving breasts. She groaned and sobbed and trembled some more, then suddenly she dragged herself to unsteady feet like a drunken woman still dealing with the intoxicating affect of her orgasm. She gathered her clothes and began to dress, shaking her head and mumbling to herself about "oh my god, they're going to fire me" and "I can't believe I just did that" and "I hope they weren't watching me" all the while. 

"Dude, that was your best ever," said another of Thor's friends as we left the strip club. 

"Ever?" I asked, trying to get information without being obvious.

"Yeah, Thor's made three other strippers cum on his leg in his career."

"They don't expect it until they're whimpering helplessly on his lap."

"And look at that modest motherfucker."

"Yeah, and tomorrow he's marrying Cindy fucking Delaney, hottest babe on the planet!"

"She's marrying him for his cock; make no mistake!"

The banter and chatter went on all night as we wandered about giving Thor his last night of freedom before his wedding where, before family and friends, he would vow to fuck only the goddess he was about to marry. Forever.

We made our way back to the hotel by midnight, well before our 1:00 AM curfew. We were ordered to go easy on the partying. There would be no hangovers and/or puking to ruin this wedding. Everyone split up and went off to their rooms. 

As I settled on the couch to watch the rest of Letterman and wait for Sunshine to return, there was a knock at the door. There stood Thor with a joint dangling from his lip.

"Want to help me polish this bad boy off?"

We sat there on the couch smoking and talking. Inevitably, we dozed off until I eventually woke with the need to pee. I looked at the clock and it read 1:30. The girls still weren't back yet. I elbowed Thor. He didn't stir, but whatever he was dreaming about must have been good as there was a huge erection straining at his stained trousers. I decided to let him sleep. I was going to bed and Sunshine could wake him when she got in. Seeing how she was his brother, she was probably better at waking him up than I would have been. 

We were staying in a hotel where the rooms were arranged as suites. You enter into a small kitchenette that opens onto a sitting room with a couch, TV, and desk. The bedroom and bathroom are through another door that faces the couch. I undressed, took a piss, took a shower, turned out the light and headed for the bed. On my way there I noticed the light from the TV glowing under the door and wondered if Thor were still asleep or if he'd left while I was in the shower. I walked to the door and peeked out.

Thor was slouched on the couch staring at the TV while stroking the biggest cock I've ever seen in real life. Now, I always thought I had a pretty nice piece of meat between my legs, but this monster bordered on freakish. My cock is close to 8" fully erect and is curved like a banana. Thor's cock was easily 10". But what made it so freakish is that it was as big around as a pound tube of sausage, and it was uncircumcised. He could barely get his own massive hand around it as he stroked it slowly up and down. Then the door to the suite opened and Thor was bathed in light from the hall.

"Jesus Christ, Thor, put that thing away," said Sunshine closing the door quickly behind her. She walked quickly toward Thor who never stopped stroking his cock.

"You fucking rented porn on our TV," she exclaimed in a loud whisper of indignant disbelief. "Where's Jay?"

"Sleep," he said, nodding to the door behind which I stood, peeking.

"Damn it, Thor! We talked about this and you promised," she said, her body language expressing her disappointment in her brother's behavior.

"I know, but can't we start tomorrow?" he pleaded, coaxing a droplet of pre-cum to the tip. It puddled in the little well of foreskin surrounding the head. He slid his hand back down the shaft pulling the skin taught and allowing the clear liquid to cascade down like candle wax.

"No, Thor. We have to stop," she said stomping her foot defiantly. He continued to slowly stroke his massive phallus, staring at it and not even looking at Sunshine as he spoke.

"I know. I'm getting married tomorrow, so this can be the last time."

"Last week was supposed to be the last time, and last month was supposed to be the last time, and now you're sitting here in my hotel room with my husband right next door talking about the last time again." Her voice quivered and cracked as it does right before the tears come.

"Oh, please Sunny, just one more time." He looked at her this time but continued to smear his pre-cum up and down his erect penis, making it glisten in the blue TV light. "Cindy's wonderful and all, but she's not you."

Sunshine shifted her weight to her other foot, put her hands on her hips and stared at the floor. She stood there for almost a minute, every once in a while shaking her head as if in disbelief, or trying to win the argument she was obviously having with herself. Thor alternated between staring at his sexy sister in her sexy outfit and the impossibly rigid tool he continued to stroke. Why this man hadn't cum yet was beyond me. I wondered if he had popped a Viagra for the evening. But even that wouldn't have prevented him from cumming, just losing his erection. This guy was obviously a real life stud.

I stood frozen and naked in the dark, waiting to see what would happen. When I felt a cold droplet of pre-cum hit my foot, I realized that I had a massive erection. I realized that I wasn't jealous or disgusted, but incredibly turned on. What I was witnessing was so far beyond the realm of anything I could have imagined that it was surreal, and that gave it a distance that allowed me to actually enjoy what I was witnessing.

Then, Sunshine pinched two fingers-full of material at her hips and hiked her dress up with a sexy little wiggle. As the material slid up it caught on the underside of her butt cheeks, making them jiggle as they fell free. She stepped closer to Thor, placed her left foot on the couch next to his hip and stood on the couch straddling his thighs. She leaned forward placing a hand on the wall for balance while her other hand dug into her butt crack in search of her thong. Arching her back and thrusting her ass up, she pulled a very gooey gusset from around her pussy, slid two fingers into her vagina, and smeared the juice she drew from her hole all over her very swollen pussy lips. 

As she did this, she looked back over her shoulder giving me a perfect view of her face in the TV light. All I could think of at that moment was how incredibly sexy she looked. She squatted and her dangling pussy lips squashed against the broad head of Thor's upturned pole. He slid his hand up his shaft and gently spread her pussy lips over the head of his cock. Then he slid his hand back down to the bottom, pulling the foreskin away and tightening the skin all along the shaft. 

Sunshine bit her lower lip and dropped her full weight down on Thor's cock. About half its length was forced into Sunshine's swollen cunt. She wiggled her hips and rotated her pelvis forward, all the while exerting downward pressure on his huge meat tube until the whole thing slid into her body to the hilt. Slowly she let her forehead touch his as she laced her fingers behind his thick neck. Then she arched her back, rotated her pelvis forward again and rose off his cock until only a quarter of it remained lodged in her pussy. Again she dropped her weight fully on his lap, impaling herself easily onto his fuck stick. They both groaned. She did it again, and again, and again, each time with less time between thrusts, until she was fucking him as hard and as fast as her flexing thighs could go.

Thor gripped the flesh on her hips and assisted her movements, though his pelvis remained firmly on the couch. Schlop, schlop, schlop went her pussy as it filled and unfilled itself in a blur of jiggling buttocks.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," groaned Thor, laying his head back on the couch and squeezing his eyes shut. Grasping his cock at the base, Sunshine quickly stood leaving her slimy white goo all over his huge pud. Still gripping him firmly, she stepped down to the floor and squatted to sit on his shins as the first geyser of jism leapt from the tip of his cock into her hovering, opened mouth. Closing her lips over his spurting cock head before any could leak out she swallowed hard with each contraction of his scrotum. Up and down her fist pumped his slimy shaft, coaxing five or six loads into her stomach.

Thor had pulled the seat cushion next to him over his face and was screaming into it as he trembled and shook in orgasm. After two or three more convulsions he flopped the cushion back in place and pulled in deep lung fulls of air. His spent penis finally bowed its head and Sunshine laid it tenderly across his thigh. She stood and pulled her dress back down.

"I think you should go now," she said looking down at him.

"But you haven't cum yet," said Thor with a disappointed tone.

"I'll let Jay handle that," she said crossing her arms over her chest. My heart swelled with pride. I figured I'd better tip back to bed before she came in. 

As I lay there in the dark, I heard the door close, saw the light created by the TV extinguished, and heard Sunshine enter the bedroom. I listened to the muffled sound of her disrobing and the metallic tinkle of the hanger as she hung up her dress. Then I felt movement on the bed, the heat of a naked body pressing into my back, and the tickle of erect nipples dragging across my shoulder blades.

There were so many questions I had for her, but somehow this didn't seem like the right time to ask them. She slid her hand over my hip and grasped my still throbbing erection.

"Wake up, baby. I need to cum." 



Sunshine



What did it matter anyway? I kept asking myself as I waded down the cornfield heading towards the hole in the fence. Who really cared about the raspberries that were hidden in those woods beyond the cornfield? As the corn grew taller it became more difficult to walk to the hole in the fence. I'd discovered it by chance anyway, so who else knew it was there. This was private property and the discovery was mine. 

I rounded the next bin in the cornfield and stopped walking. Already the corn was over my head in places in the field. I took a deep breath and glanced overhead. The sky was so blue today and the clouds were puffy and big. Whenever I got this far in the cornfield I started to remember my childhood days. As a kid I grew up in a small community. Our house was located behind a church and in the front of a cornfield. Just on the other side of the cornfield was a creek and some woods. I remember spending summer vacation roaming around in both of those locations. There was even an old barn that I was pretty fond of and here on this property I had seen at least three of those. One looked so old I was sure I'd fall down if you looked at it just right, but it never did. 

Today I was heading to the raspberry patch I'd discovered, by accident while picking raspberries to make jam. It was the biggest raspberry patch I'd even found and they tasted yummy! No one was home at the moment so I wouldn't be missed. I didn't care about supper and I had a bottle of water to drink when I got thirsty. 

Alone was good alone was comforting. I didn't have to try to keep talking when I really didn't wanna talk. I didn't feel like I had to entertain anyone and thank God I didn't have to listen to someone of lower intelligents talk to me about stuff they really have no understanding of. 

I began walking again. The property was vacant today, no one was about. The birds sang beautifully in the trees and the flies wouldn't stay off my sweat covered skin. I pushed my brown hair away from my shoulders and continued walking. The hole in the fence was coming up soon and I couldn't wait to get some of those fresh raspberries. 

I stepped out of the cornfield and into a section of the field where weeds grew in abundance around the fenced in area. Just to my left was the fence line I'd been looking for and there was the hole.

I moved in closer and ducked so I could squeeze into the opening and step out on the other side. Humm... the day was beautiful. The raspberries sparkled like jewels on the vines I saw as I began to walk down the plowed down lane that lead to my hidden treasure of raspberries. I picked a few as I moved along to eat.

I slipped around a wooded corner and walked down the hill toward the vine covered gate that lead to another pasture field. This pasture field had been abandon for years I figured, because I'd never seen anyone down here. Not far away from the gate was an old building without doors. Inside I'd seen lots of old containers, and farming tools. Along the wall I had seen two old motor bikes. The tags said they'd last been updated in 1961 so I figured they wouldn't start if someone tried to steal them. The vines growing on the gate sparkled in the evening sun. I stepped closer and began picking them. The last time I'd been here I'd bagged about half a pound of them. They made the best Jam in the world!

I continued to pick the raspberries moving to the inside of the gate where they grew on the other side. Glancing down to check for snakes every few moments, cause I was scared of snakes I noticed a shoe. That hadn't been here when I arrived I reasoned. I continued to look at the shoe and noticed it had a jean covered leg attached to it. I continued to look up.

The leg branched off into two legs and was attached to a body. It was on the lean side and came attached with a dirty white undershirt, covered in sweat and chest hair. A blonde head was attached to the body. 

"Hi," the stranger said and spit the blade of grass he'd been chewing onto the ground.

I swallowed, but didn't say a word. I never brought my hearing aids with me when I went into the woods because I didn't want to loose them or get them broke and this was private property, no one else came here

"You like raspberries?" he asked and picked one from the bush. I watched him pop it into his mouth and chew. 

I moved my head up and down, but didn't say a word.

That's when I noticed his tractor parked by the old barn without doors. I pointed at it.

"Yea, that's mine," he answered. "The old man who owns this property said I can plow this field and put in some cows." He stepped backward. "You're more then welcome to the raspberries...You rent your house from him don't you?"

I moved my head up and down again. My tongue just didn't seem to want to work. 

"I will be working in this field every evening for the next few weeks. If you pick those in the evening just be careful when you come down I wouldn't wanna plow your pretty little bottom." 

His voice was laced with laughter. I backed up...

He stepped forward. "Watch out for the..."

I felt the stickers penetrate my skin. I was standing in the raspberries.

I stepped forward to rescue my skin from the stickers, but he didn't step backwards. I found myself wrapped in his odor and his arms.

"You ok?" he asked as he brushed some of the stickers off my skin. Dots of blood sparkled on his hand where he'd touched me. 

"Yes," I finally managed to say, but couldn't move away because of the stickers and his body. 

"Stand still, will you," his commanding deep voice boomed into my ear as I tried to find a way around him. I stopped moving.

"You've got like ten of this burgers stuck in your arm, Let me pull them out before they start to hurt."

"It's ok, I'm always scratched up and all that," I replied, but didn't move.

He stepped closer to my body trapping me between his legs in the raspberry bush. 

"That's good," he remarked. "Once I've told you to do something I expect you to do it," he said. I felt his fingers on my skin picking the stickers out and brushing the blood away.

"I can't have your cute little ass down here picking raspberries covered in stickers and scratches." He stopped speaking and continued picking the stickers out of my skin.

"What would the landlord say?"

I whimpered and he smiled. "A little pain never did anyone any harm," he remarked. "Sometimes pain makes you feel complete." He brushed the last of the stickers off my skin but didn't step back.

"You like it rough do you?" the strength in his voice scared me. 

"I have to go home." I replied, but didn't look up.

"Now why would I let an innocent little submissive escape me when I have her right here between my legs?"

"Submissive?" my voice squeaked like a mouse. 

He stepped forward and I moved backwards into the raspberry bush. Stickers laced my back and I moaned. 

"Pain and enjoyment," he responded. I felt his thickening cock as it jammed into my stomach.

I backed up more and felt the gate ram into my back and more stickers attach themselves to my skin. 

"I can tell that you're a submissive," he said, "you just don't know it yet." He stepped away from the bushes and allowed me enough room to step out too.

"How can I let a sweet little thing like you escape me?" 

I moved out of the bushes and wanted to cry. I had stickers dotting my body everywhere.

"Feels good doesn't it?" he asked.

"Now turn around so I can pick them out of your skin and put some lotion on them so they don't get infected."

I twisted around not so much because I trusted him, but more because they hurt and I wanted to get them out of my skin. 

"How does that feel?" he asked as he pulled out so many and then brushed my skin with his lips and his hands. Each time he removed a sticker from my back he brushed his hand along the side of my body near my breast. I shivered.

"Now hold on to the gate he instructed, this is gonna hurt." 

Gate? That's when I realized he had me in front of a wooden gate. His lower body was pressed up against mine. He wanted me to bend forward and grip the gate while he pulled more of the stickers out of my back. What in God's name was I doing? Was I having sex with a complete stranger?

I felt his thick cock pressed between my legs, my body seemed to be waiting for something to happen. I was excited.

A sharp pain enveloped me as I felt him tug a large sticker out of my back, I wanted to scream, but before the pain totally engulfed me he pinched one of my nipples hard. I moaned instead.

"Felt good didn't it, submissive?" He asked his deep voice seemed to sooth me, making me want more. 

Gently I felt my t-shirt move over my head and fall to the ground. My sport bra was pulled downward so that my breasts rested under it and hands engulfed them.

"Humm," I heard him moan as he rubbed his thickening long cock against my ass. 

"There is nothing as pleasing as a submissive's body."

He moved his hand across my back again pressing down on the stickers and then pulling them out. The pain exploded in my body then turned into pleasure when he gently pinched my nipples each time he pressed them into place. "Had enough, submissive?" he asked. Lust filled his voice and surrounded us. Gently he moved his hips against my ass. His fingers tracked the line of my shorts and slowly they were inching towards the ground.

I didn't answer. I didn't have the voice to answer. My body seemed to be speaking for me. All I wanted was more...

"Say it to me submissive," he ordered in not so much a kind voice.

"Tell me you wanna feel my rod between your legs and inside your ass."

I wiggled my ass and felt the pain spread across my back where the stickers had been.

"I'll stop right now if you don't ask for it," he repeated. I felt his hands move away from my body and his cock began to slide out. 

I suddenly felt cold and alone. I didn't wanna be cold and alone. 

"Please," I moaned and he stopped moving.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please don't stop." I said and swallowed hard.

"All you had to do was ask," his deep voice sounded inviting and his hands caressed my ass as they pulled my shorts downward and let them fall to the ground around my feet.

"Step out of them," he commanded, "and spread your legs wide. I wanna see what my submissive has been hiding."

I moved my shorts away from my body one foot at a time.I wasn't sure what I was thinking all I knew was I didn't wanna lose the touch of his hands, the feel of his breathe and the sweat from his body. He was exciting. I was excited just being near him. 

But...the thought ran through my mind like a train running off the tracks. Were we having sex?

Something soft and hard pressed against the entrance to my vagina. It was warm. Fingers pinched my nipples and lips covered my back. I felt at home in his arms, yet I didn't know him. Was this rape?

Swiftly I felt him ram inside of me and oh my God did it feel good. His stiffness opened me up like an air balloon and his fingers made me beg for more. 

"You like it don't you my little submissive?" 

I uttered not a sound. He held me so tight I knew I wasn't going to get away and I didn't wanna get away. He felt so good inside me. 

"Come one my little slut," he whispered in my good ear. Tell me how much you want this."

He moved inside of me several times before he spoke again. I felt the pleasure coming but was scared to admit it was so.

"If you don't tell me I'll stop," he promised and stopped moving for a few moments.

The torture of his none movement was enough to make me say something. 

"Please," I whispered, not sure what I was doing, but sure that I didn't want him to stop.

"Please what?" he inquired, rubbing his fingers over some of the sore spots the stickers had left in my back.

"What do you want?" 

I moaned in both pain and pleasure. 

"Don't stop," I whispered. 

"Don't stop what?" he asked, "You have to say it."

"Admit what I'm doing to you. Admit that you like it."

He fucked me harder and ran his nails down my back over the area where I'd had stickers. It hurt like hell and I felt myself starting to cum.

He felt my body quiver and pumped harder.

"That's my dear little submissive. You like pain and we both know you like pain."

He pumped into me harder so hard that my hips bounced off the ground. I loved it!

As I cam he held onto to me keeping me standing with his cock deep inside of me. His fingers caressed me everywhere, his lips nibbled at my body in places I didn't know anyone could reach. After it was over he let go of me and turned away. 

"If you want more, submissive, come see me tomorrow. I'll be glad to do it again."

I watched his back as he walked away from me. He never turned, he didn't said anything else. 

I watched him climb on the tractor and turn the starter. He drove off with a cowboy hat on his head and a trail of dust in his wake. 

I gathered my cloths and got dressed. What had I just done? I'd let someone I didn't know have sex with me and I'd enjoyed it. This was something I sure wasn't going to tell mother...

I looked across the street at the old barn and the path that lead to the raspberries. My back ached from the stickers. My pussy was wet from the memory and I wasn't going to go back and give him a second chance at doing it all to me again. What was I stupid? I didn't think so...

I turned my back on the old barn and went back into the house. I could hear mother singing in the kitchen while she did dishes. I was glad at least someone was happy.

"Kathy," mother called out just as I rounded the corner. "Did you get enough raspberries yesterday to make a pie?"

"Pie?" I echoed the last word she said with a question mark. 

"Yes," mother answered, "your dad wants to have raspberry pie for supper and I don't think we have enough raspberries to make one." 

"Uh, you've got all that I collected, mom." I swallowed hard half expecting her to send me for more.

"Well you know how your father is, Kathy, when he wants something he gets it." She handed me the bucket I had used to collect raspberries in the day before and walked back to the sink. 

"Don't be too long dear."

I'd been dismissed. Wasn't that just perfect?

I stumbled towards the front door and looked across the street. Perhaps he hadn't arrived yet. It was two hours earlier today then it was yesterday when I'd first gone over. 

I picked up my woods walkin' shoes and started towards the gate. Surly it wouldn't happen again I reasoned as I tossed my good shoes to the ground and pulled on the others.

I picked up the bucket and shoved my good shoes closer to the barn door where I could exchange them once I came back, if I came back. 

I clicked open the gate closed it and began walking. I really liked living here in the country. We had everything you could ask for when it came to food. We had grapes, apple trees, walnut trees and the best raspberry bushes you could find anywhere in Ohio.

I open the second gate closed it mowed at the cows and continued walking. The woods reminded me of the rainforest because of their canopy in some areas. Over my favorite creek the trees blocked out the sun so nothing grew on the ground. You could sit for hours just dropping stones in the water and watching bugs dance across the waves. 

But, I realized as I neared the next gate, it was lonely. With only the family to talk to the summertime seemed like it went on forever. I pulled open the old gate and listened to it squeak as I closed it again. 

My dad was planning to buy the old homestead from our landlord and had made an offer on the place. He was sure that it would sale, because the landlord had no other family. He was getting up there in years and ready to move to the city for medical needs and care.

I stopped along the path to pick some raspberries from a wild raspberry bush which was growing long the fence line boarding one of three cornfields. It was silent. The air carried no sound. I swallowed hard and started walking again. 

The cornfield I was looking for came into view. I wasn't looking forward to walking down the rows of corn to get to the broken fence. That was the only way I knew how to get into the other pasture field. I didn't want dad to be upset over the raspberries so I wasn't going to look everywhere else when I knew the only place I could get that many raspberries was beyond that hole. 

I started walking into the cornfield. The rows of corn in some areas were even higher then they had been the day before. I pushed corn stalks away from me as I paraded down the isles. Lucky for me this was one of the smaller cornfields. I rounded the curve and stepped out into lower stalks.

It was too bad I couldn't see into the field where I'd gotten the raspberries before I went into it. Then I'd know if he were about. I stopped and listened hard for the sound of a tractor. I didn't hear one, but then I didn't have my hearing aids in either. 

I continued walking hoping that I would be too early for him. The end of the cornfield was within my vision. I stepped out of the corn and onto the ground near the hole in the fence line. Carefully I ducked and stepped through it to the other side. The air was fresh and felt like heaven. I began to walk down the hill towards the raspberries. As I neared the turn I stopped and looked downward, kinda hiding behind a tree in case he was down there. I didn't want him to see me. 

Nothing I assured myself and stepped out into the opening hurrying down the hill to the best batch of raspberries I'd ever seen. My mouth watered just thinking about tasting them. The nearest ones were so ripe and ready to pick, I noticed, as I started filling my bucket with them. I watched several birds fly overhead and circle the area. I moved to the next section, my bucket was nearly half full now. I wondered if something had died and they were circling to get bits from the dead thing.

I stopped picking and let my eyes followed the birds as they made another circle. They were black birds I realized. I sat the bucket down and started walking towards the area they were circling. 

The grass was tall in this part of the pasture field and I'd never ventured into this area before. I wasn't sure if it belonged to the landlord or if I'd stumbled onto the neighbor's property and was trespassing. Still I wanted to know so I kept walking. 

That's when I saw a mowed area. Kinda like a tractor had been used to mow out a lane to follow. It moved along another fence line and then it went upwards towards the cornfield I'd just come out of at the top of the hill. I kept walking.

The closer I got to the top of the hill the more trees and brush I saw laying along the sides of the lane. Raspberry bushes grew here and there, but none like my favorite one. 

Where did this path go I wondered, as I walked along?

The hill turned sharply at the top and changed from farmland into woods. 

I kept walking. The woods were filled with more raspberry bushes, brush and a pond. 

I stopped to look at the pond. It was covered in moss and filled with floating sticks from the trees above it. Along the banks were fallen trees, a snake, which looked harmless, a squirrel and...I stopped breathing, it was him! 

He tipped his hat at me. 

"Evening sunshine," he called out as he started walking towards me. His old worn out blue jeans sang as he walked towards me.

"Did you come to get more?"

"I" and didn't say another word. He kept on talking.

"I come out here to attend to the pond and fish," he said. "Did you know that the best eatin' fish this side of Perry County can be caught in that there pond?" He pointed at it from over his shoulder and stopped walking.

"Your mom know where you are?" he asked as he took his hat off his head and dusted it against his right leg. Dust floated around his body from the tapping and he kept at it until the hat was clean. "Uhhh," I said, thinking it would be wise to back up and run.




Sunshine



"What's a matter cat got your tongue?" he asked and started walking towards me. 

"I know whos going to get those knockers," he said as he watched me back up.

"Knockers?" I repeated backing up faster. 

"Yea, those big round knockers that you're awearin' on your chest," he said laughing. "I had a mighty fine time with them yesterday and I'm thinking I'm going to have a mighty fine time with them today."

I kept backing, my foot slipped and I felt myself falling. All the breath left my lungs as I hit the ground on my butt and my feet spread out to form a v in front of me. 

"You ok?" He asked as he kneed down by my side and waited for my reply. 

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"Yea," I managed to say and started to get up.

"No, just stay there a while." He brushed the hair away from my face and smiled at me.

"I'm glad that you haven't lost your voice," he said as he pushed my glasses back up on my nose. 

"I guess that jolt made em' work again, eh."

"Here now let me help you stand," he presented his hand to me like a hook intending for me to use it to get up. 

I turned to my other side and pressed my hands to the ground. I didn't need him to help me get up. He was the reason I was down in the first place.

"No!" he said in a commanding voice. I stopped. 

"I said I'd help you up," again he presented his hand to me. 

I was scared to touch it. I was scared to touch him. 

"Fine," he said, "I'll just sit right down here beside you."

He removed his hat and laid it on the ground beside him. 

"Gets pretty hot out here yea know," he said and continued to look at me with his laughing blue eyes. "You'd be lots more comfortable without the shirt," he suggested and reached to help me remove it.

"No," I whispered and scooted away.

He laughed loud and hard. "After yesterday you have the nerve to tell me no?" He got up and walked over to me, looking down at me as if I were a small child of about 8 or so. 

"I don't think so little girl," show me them there knockers." 

He reached down to my shirt again and pulled it upwards. Up over my head it came! He let it fall to the ground wherever it wanted to go. Then he bend down in front of me and traced his fingers over my sport bra. 

"You look like you've got a nice pair tucked away in there, lets see'em."

"No," I whispered again. 

He stopped tracing the line my sport bra took and smiled at me. His teeth were white and even. His smile was enticing, and his cock was rock hard. I could see it peaking out the side of his jeans where I saw a big hole.

"I didn't take advantage of you yesterday, little girl, and I'm not going to take advantage of you today." 

He paused and traced my lips with his pointer finger. 

"What I am going to do is ask you a question." 

He paused again.

I swallowed hard. 

"Do you want to play with me today?"

"Play?" I mumbled. 

"Now don't act like you don't understand little girl. We both know you understand." 

He stood, reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle and sat back down again.

"You think about that while I put this cream on your back where the raspberries stuck you."

He waited for my reply and I gave none.

"Turn around," he commanded, and without even thinking about it I did as I was told.

"Now doesn't that feel good on your body?" he asked as he smoothed more of the whitish medicine onto my back. 

I had to admit, but only to myself, that it felt wonderful to have his hands on my body. His touch was exciting, his voice thrilled me and his scent was familiar. 

I moaned with pleasure when his fingers slipped across a reddening spot on my shoulder. He stopped, and massaged more lotion on the area. 

"You like that don't you?" he whispered into my good ear. 

I didn't answer, there didn't seem to be a reason to answer, already his other hand had moved to my breast and was slowly massaging the nipple.

"You know you want to be daddies little plaything don't you?" his lips were so close to my ear that I could smell the sweetness of his breathe.

His fingers begin to pinch my nipple hard, then harder, even harder. 

The excitement was rising. I felt my breath catch in my throat. It became uncomfortable to sit with my legs open, because I was burning for his touch. 

What was I doing I asked myself as I felt his other hand slip over my shoulder to caress my other nipple. 

"Tell daddy what you want to do for him, sunshine," he whispered in my better ear. 

"I'll let go of your nipples if you don't tell me," he promised.

Softly at first he began to twist my nipples back and forth between his fingers. 

"Come on," sunshine, tell daddy what he wants to hear."

The voice popped into my brain, words unknown to me surfaced in my head and before I even though about it I began talking.

"But daddy," my voice sounded like a small childs of about 7 or 8.

"Mr. Snake won't like it if you keep his milk from coming out."

"Ahh," he remarked, "but daddy likes it and isn't that all that counts?"

I didn't answer. Something about all this seemed so familiar. Pictures flashed in my mind, bedroom scenes, outdoor scenes, tractor scenes. In all of these images I was dressed as a little girl in pigtails, wearing skimpy skirts low cut tops and I carried a lollipop in my hand.

"Answer me, Sunshine," he whispered in my better ear. "Tell daddy what he wants to hear."

The pressure on my nipples increased and I felt a want between my legs. I wanted Mr. Snake.

"Mr. Snake wants to come and play in the candy cave," I whispered. 

"Yes," he replied, "but first you have to invite him inside to play."

He twisted his fingers just enough to make me moan and then he whispered again. His breath smelled like cinnamon drops. 

"Do you remember how to invite him into the candy cave?"

Suddenly his fingers left my nipples and I was able to catch my breath. 

"Sunshine," he whispered over my shoulder, "do you remember?"

"Yes," I responded in the same little girl voice.

He moved away from me after that and I turned around.

Before me, he stood naked, his snake dangled between his legs and into my face. It was hard, big and in need of my attention.

"Kiss it, sunshine," Daddy said, "It needs to feel your love."

I bent forward and placed my lips on its mouth. 

"It's spittin' candy already daddy," I remarked and licked some from its lips.

He moaned, "oh God," 

I felt his body shake, and his snake got harder.

"Did I make Mr. Snake mad daddy?"

My whinny voice annoyed me. Something felt wrong.

"Oh no sunshine, you are making Mr. Snake very happy." Gently he eased me to the ground and rubbed Mr. Snake all over my face.

"Daddy, I whispered, "Mr. Snake is peeing on me. Make him stop!"

He tried to hold his laughter back, but I saw the smile slip into his eyes. Slowly he smiled and then he laughed loudly. 

"Sunshine, Mr. Snake doesn't pee!" he doubled over with laughter again. "He spits!"

"Then he's spiting too much on my face!" I screamed and tried to get up, wiping my face with the back of my arm to get it off.

"That's because he loves you sweetheart!" I knew he was trying to assure me, but I kept moving.

"Come on now, sunshine, calm down." Quickly he pulled on his jeans and pushed his snake back into his pants where he zipped them closed. "Let's go fishing instead."

He pointed at the little pond. 

I blinked my eyes and looked at the pond again. That pond reminded me of something. 

"Snakes!" I screamed and backed into a tree. 

"Snakes?" he repeated and searched the ground for anything moving. 

I rubbed my wrists and slide down the tree towards the ground.

"There are no snakes on your wrists, sunshine." 

I swallowed hard, but didn't move.

He turned his back, pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and started talking as he walked away.

The woods had snakes. I knew the snakes were crawling near the pond. I had to escape. I glanced at his fading back and then began to crawl towards a section of the farm I wasn't familiar with.

If I disappeared into the woods the snakes wouldn't be able to find me and he would for get me. I crawled to the next tree and then stood. If I ran I could get away faster. Holding both of my breasts in my hands I began to run towards the open pasture field. 

Escape was important. Escape was everything.

The pasture turned into woods quickly. Without a second thought I ran into them and slipped between two trees that had low branches. It provided me with some cover. What was I going to do? I didn't have my shirt on. My breasts were exposed and mom was expecting me home with those raspberries for dad's pie for supper!

The wind picked up leaves swayed on the trees around me. I glanced upwards at the sky. A dark cloud was above me and a chill suddenly filled the humid afternoon. Wonder and I didn't have a shirt. What was I going to do?

I could go home in the rain without a shirt. I was sure I could make it across the street and into the house without anyone noticing. The area wasn't that busy. I glanced at the pasture field. The blades of grass that had been standing still swayed in the wind. This was going to be a heavy storm. Perhaps I'd do better by finding a safe place to wait out the storm. I brushed my hand along side my ear and was glad to find that I'd had the good since not to wear my hearing aids. 

The sky grew darker and I moved along the created path towards what looked like a pine forest. The trees were low to the ground and looked almost impossible to crawl under. Lightening flashed overhead and I was sure there had to be thunder. The storm had moved in fast.

I ducked into the pine forest and began looking for any tree in which I could crawl under to wait out the storm. The ground was covered in dried needles and was cushy to walk across. 

Parts of the forest looked familiar to me. Something about a white wedding dress flashed across my memory. A veil so long it danced across the floor of the pine forest. It had been filled with flower petals, leaves and raspberries for the wild animals that lived there.

Just around that next corner. I stopped walking. There was something frightening and thrilling just around that next corner. I began to rub my wrists as threads of memories danced in my mind, ropes, a blind fold, nipple clamps and a paddle. Just around that corner those things were waiting. Maybe I should go back.

I glanced over my shoulder and knew that would be impossible. Already the area was so dark that I couldn't see my way to leave. The trees formed a canopy overhead and where it wasn't so dark outside, in this area it was almost like midnight. 

I looked at the tree closest to me and pushed my way inside just as it began to rain. Once inside I was surprised to find that I had room to move around. This was a good place to wait out the storm I decided and slide down the tree. 

"Snakes!" The image of snakes flashed before my eyes and quickly got back up hurried to get out from under the tree. 

What if there was a hive of snakes just under the pine needles? Lightening flashed overhead and the rain fall increased. I had to get out and get home. I pushed at the branches and some slapped my nude breasts leaving marks as I tried to get back out from under the tree. That's when I saw the flashlight. Someone was in the pine forest with me. 

I ducked back into the shelter of the pine tree. If there were snakes I'd be safer with them then him. He'd raped me once...maybe I reasoned...and he'd tried to do it again. I wasn't going to let him have a second go...

"achoo!" Oh my God I sneezed! What if he heard me? A chill slide down my spine and I backed up to the center of the circle with my back against the tree. 

"Damn, this was a bad time to have poor hearing. He could be on top of me and I'd never know he was around."

Wait the flashlight! I could see the light if I got down on the ground and looked under the tree. 

I slide back down the tree and tried to look below the branches for the flashlight. Nothing ahead of me, nothing to my right, nothing to my left...

Something pushed down on my back and I hit the ground flat! Out of the corner of my eye I saw the light. He'd found me!

I didn't move. I laid flat on the ground with the flat of his shoe on my back. He wasn't pressing hard, but it was hard enough that I knew better then disobey.

"What are you doing here sunshine?" his voice sounded soft and concerned. After a few moments he lifted his shoe from my back and instructed me to get up. 

I brushed myself off and pulled sticks and leaves out of my hair. He said nothing. I swallowed hard.

"When are you going to answer my question, sunshine?" Already I could hear the irritation in his voice. I had annoyed the Master and one never annoyed the Mater without punishment. 

Sprinkles of rain dripped between the leaves of the tree overhead and splashed on my head and shoulders. Heavy wind blew the trees branches from side to side. I shivered because I was cold. He took no pity on me. 

"Spread em'," he instructed. 

I didn't waste anytime. Before even I knew what I was doing I'd spread my legs open and placed my hands above me on the tree. I was flat against its bark. My breasts hurt from the broken areas and my nipples suddenly became hard. I heard a soft chuckle. "Now that's daddy's little girl." Gently I felt his hand pat my butt.

"We don't need these now do we, little girl?" Once again I felt his hand pat my butt.

"Kick them off," he instructed as I felt him undo my pants and slip them down my legs. 

I allowed the shorts to slip down my legs and fall to the ground. Then I stepped out of them and allowed them to be moved aside. I had not worn any underwear with these spandex shorts. My bare ass was once again open for his inspection. 

"Spread em'," he instructed me again. With no hesitation I moved my legs apart. Already I felt a tingling between my legs for things yet to come.

I felt him move closer to me. His breathe moved across my cheek softly and his hands explored my body as if he'd never touched it before. He pinched my nipples and pressed his hard cock against my backside. Already I was excited with the idea that he was going to fuck me once more. The idea of pain management excited me. I wanted to hug the tree and never let go. Just as long as he caressed me and spanked me I'd be happy to stay here forever.

He moved away. "You're enjoying that way to much, sunshine." His voice sounded soft and pointed. Like a stick waiting to strike. 

Peppers of rain litter the ground around me and again I shivered. 

"What you deserve, sunshine, is the back of my hand for running away just before the storm hit. What if I couldn't have found you?"

"Lucky for you I have my paddle instead." Softly he rubbed the paddle against my ass. 

"Now tell me how much you want to feel it against your skin."

I didn't answer. Something inside clicked and I wasn't sure what to say. I swallowed hard and remained quiet.

After a few minutes he moved closer to me shielding me from the cold with his body. In my good ear he whispered. 

"sunshine, talk to me." Gently he stroked my body with his hands and rubbed his cock against me.

"Talk to me sunshine, tell me how much you want me to spank you with the paddle." 

"We both know it's your favorite toy."

Images of laying on a bed with my ass high in the air and my head tucked into pillows filled my mind. The shape smack of a paddle on my backside filled my memory with pain. I grew more excited.

"Please," I whispered, "please spank me Master. I need to feel the paddle on my ass." 

He never moved away. Instead he moved his hands lower, caressing my ass with his fingers. Squeezing and pinching. 

"Beg me, baby girl," he whispered in my good ear. "Beg me to spank you."

I opened my mouth and he pressed his finger against it. 

"But, beg me quietly and do it with respect. You know my ruling, always be polite."

"I..."

Again he stopped me. "No dirty words." 

I bit my lip in frustration. No dirty words. 

Sharply I felt the first whack from the paddle across my backside. My pussy lips moved together in satisfaction. A soft, refreshing feeling traveled up to my stomach from my groin. I wanted more.

"Beg me, or I'll stop." He promised. 

Air slipped across my butt and I realized that he'd moved away from me. 

I bit my lip again, but said not a word. Words seemed to escape me. I wasn't sure what to say.

After a few moments of heavy silence and thunder claps I was able to construct something that resembled a sentence in my head. Badly, I wanted to lower my arms and pull something warm across my cold body, but I knew better then to even try. 

"Please, Master," I began my voice sounded soft even to my weak ears. "Please Master do more then just spank me."

The silence was short lived this time. "And what, pray tell, would you want besides a spanking, sunshine?" 

Thunder boomed just as he said the last word and flashes of lightening circled around us. Sparks flashed in the trees and sizzled on dead leaves and grass. My eyes grew large and I moved closer to the tree. That lightening bolt had struck not far from us. Yet, the Master just watched the flashes and didn't seem to be in the least concerned. 

The smell of smoke greeted my nose. I realized that I was scared of more then just The Master. What if it had hit this tree? His stern voice brought my wayward thoughts back to reality.

"Beg me," sunshine." He said again. I knew that if I remained silent that his response would much worse. I had to deliver if I didn't wanna pay the price and somehow I didn't think I wanted to pay the price.

With a swiftness which I didn't remember the Master having the paddle smacked my backside again with just a hair more force. My hips bumped into the tree and glorious pain filled my body for several moments. The bark cut into my wrists because I slide them downward. I moaned in pain.

"Please Master!" I sang out sharply. "Please caress my nipples with your fingers and press your..." I stopped talking. How did you say cock and be polite. My mind raced for an acceptable word before the time was up. 

Manhood suddenly popped into my head so I blurt it out, "manhood against my butt, so that I know how much you want me."

He moved closer, trapping me between the tree and his body. He was so close that I could smell the sweat on his body.

"What makes you think I want your body?" He whispered into my good ear. I felt his fingers trace the curve of my neck and sink slowly down my back towards the curve of my spine. Sexual tension over took me in waves. I swallowed hard. My God I wanted him. 

"Please!" I begged with more enthusiasm. My finger nails bit down into the bark of the tree just to keep them away from him. 

"Please what?" he asked in a voice laced with amusement and sexual anxiety. "What might my little sunshine want?" 

Rammed against my ass was his cock. It was long, hard and throbbing. Yet I knew better then to mention it. That wouldn't be polite. 

"Please, touch me," I whined, feeling three inches tall. 

From the side of his pocket he withdrew something that sounded like chains. 

"Turn around," he ordered, "face me."

I wasn't so sure I wanted to turn around. Did he have nipple clamps? I wasn't all that fond of nipple clamps. Those things really hurt. 

"Please," I whined even louder this time. Tear drops shimmered in my eyes. The wind was cold, but was loosing its gale. The rain peppered down on my body even harder because the wind wasn't slowing it down. Chill bumps danced across my body like little Indians. Yet he said nothing...

I slowly turned towards him fearful of what he might have in mind. I kept my eyes cast downwards. It wasn't respectful to look at the Master until he gave permission.




Sunshine



"Little one," he began in a voice so soft it seemed to caress me. Gently he wiped his fingers across my cheek. 

"The time has come." 

He hooked his pointer finger under my chin and lifted my head upwards towards his face. 

"Kiss me."

His lips opened as they descended towards mine and softly he licked my lips with the tip of his tongue.

He moved his head sideways so that his mouth was close to my good ear. 

"You taste good, little one. Are you ready for daddy to eat you up?"

I was dizzy, excited, so hot that I was having trouble just standing. 

Answer him! I almost yelled, but no words would come out. I swallowed hard and moved my head up and down. 

A soft smile flashed across his face when he saw the movement in the flashes of lightening. 

It was good that he'd never let go of me. If he had I would have fallen. I heard the chains again. He wrapped my arms around the tree and clicked the handcuffs in place. 

Then he placed a cloth between my head and the side of the tree, pulled my hips backwards and pressed his hardness against me. 

It wasn't long before he bent forward and began milking my breasts with his fingers. Pinches and then releases, pinches and then releases. 

"Oh God!" I moaned. That's when he cracked me with the palm of his hand. The wetness from the rain along with the hardness of the smack caused me to move forward. The sting spread throughout my body, I ached for his cock.

Tears formed again in my eyes and I could suffer the loss no longer.

"Please! I sobbed as I felt him rub against my butt even harder. "Please fuck me!"

He stopped, waited. I knew he was listening waiting for more.

Now my voice was filled with tears. I wanted him so badly I trembled. 

"There is nothing else in life that I want more then your cock deep inside me!" I sobbed.

Lightening flashed overhead again and thunder roared. 

Without hesitation I felt his cock press into my asshole. 

He didn't do it gently. He didn't do it roughly, he just did it.

His groans pleased me as he began to pump. I felt his fingers in my pussy, on my nipples and across my backside as he fucked me. No part of my body was safe from his fingers. 

The cuffs kept me close to the tree and the cloth kept me from being injured by the tree as he pleased himself with my body. Every time I felt like I was going to cum, he smacked me. 

"Master is always first," he said, "and Master isn't ready yet."

I forgot the storm, I forgot the rain, and I forgot who I was. All I lived for was the feeling.

My body felt stiff, sore and ohhh so wonderful. Yet, I couldn't move. Something heavy held me to the ground and my wrists were pinned together. I didn't seem to have any clothing on and my backside ached badly. Oh, how I wanted to rub it.

Even my hair hurt if that were at all possible. Where was I? Images of the night before flashed before my eyes. Something soft had been placed under my head as a pillow and I turned so I could see what was holding me down. 

Out of the corner of my eye something yellow, black and white caught my attention. It was moving slowly towards me. 

"A snake!" I screamed and tried to rise, but the heavy object kept me in place. 

"Shhh," I heard a voice say. "If you make it angry I'll bite."

Fingers entwined with mine. "Now don't move," he whispered as the snake came within inches of my foot.

"The angle is all wrong for me to kill it," he said, "I have to wait for it to either get closer or back away."

"Now don't panic..." he whispered again as the snake began to move along his side.

I watched it move upwards towards his head for only a few seconds and then it suddenly split in two. The blade of his knife dripped with its blood. 

"You ok?" he asked as he picked up the two halfs and tossed them aside. The weight suddenly lifted from my body and I found that I could breathe again.

"I'm ok," I replied, but was unable to rise. 

"Here," he bent back down and undid the cuffs which surrounded my wrists. "Let me help you up." 

He more or less picked me up and placed me on my feet. I swooned and had to lean against the tree.

"Here, honey," he said in a much kinder voice. "Put on my shirt and let's see if you can sit up against the tree."

"Uh..." I started to say and then withdrew my remark. How could I say that I can't sit politely? I leaned against the tree and replied softly.

"I hurt." 

Gentle hands cupped my chin and deep blue eyes looked into mine. "Where do you hurt?"

I tried to look away, but he wouldn't let me. 

"Where?"

"Everywhere," I replied and cast my eyes downward. 

"Don't try to be respectful to me," he instructed, "Look at me!"

With resistance my eyes traveled upwards. His body excited me. It always had. Yet, I hurt too much at the moment to enjoy the view. 

"Sleeping on the ground didn't do you much good," he remarked and sat down himself with his back against the tree. 

"Come, sit on my lap and let me give you a gentle massage."

I didn't move. I only moaned.

"I promise I won't try to have sex with you. I only want to take care of you."

He held his arms open for me and waited.

God was he hot!

"Do you feel better now," he asked as I felt his fingers push into my shoulder blades for the hundredth time. 

My back didn't hurt anymore and my ass was asleep so it couldn't hurt. 

I smiled and leaned forward wrapping my arms around his neck. He stopped rubbing my back and wrapped his arms around my shoulders too.

"So how is my little sunshine this morning," he whispered in my good ear. His rough beard brushed my cheek and gave me some sparkles of delight. 

He'd called me sunshine from the moment he'd met me. What did that mean?

I felt his hands push me away and I moved as he directed. Now I was looking into his face. He wasn't an old man, yet he wasn't young either. So I guessed that meant that he was middle aged. He had blue eyes and blonde hair. The color of both looked sun washed. His hair was messy, yet soft to the touch. His smile ruled his face I realized and it was that smile which had relaxed me each time I'd recently seen him. I just felt right in his arms. I relaxed a bit more and laid my head on his shoulder. Good ear up and near his mouth. 

He let go of my shoulders and lifted my chin with the hook of his right pointer finger. 

"You know, you're everything to me sunshine." 

I didn't answer, mostly because I had no idea what to say.

"You know that don't you?" his voice sounded like a question, his face told me he wasn't sure exactly what I thought or knew.

"If you'd been hurt in the storm," he continued talking when I didn't respond, " I'm not sure what I would have done."

He flattened his hand along the side of my face and cupped my chin again.

His blue eyes spoke volumes to me, volumes I didn't really understand. 

"Do you hurt anywhere else?" he asked again. 

I didn't answer. I was uncomfortable and puzzled. Something in the back of my mind told me that he was important to me. I just wasn't sure why or how he was important to me. 

He didn't say anything else either. He gently pulled his hand, which cupped my chin, towards his face I had no other choice but to bend forward. With a gentleness I didn't realize he had. He kissed me. His lips felt like a dew drop to my puffy lips. His tongue tasted like raspberries as it encircled mine. As the kiss deepened he pulled me forward and my tender breasts brushed against the hairs on his chest and smarted. 

In my ear he whispered softly.

"Lets get you home and cleaned up. I've an idea that I need to bath you, massage you again and put medicine on those open cuts I see on your face, arms and legs."

Home, Images of home swam through my mind like memories locked in a prison cell. I only got images of things, but not complete things. The door slammed shut and the picture of my mother's face flashed before my eyes.

Panic suddenly overcame me. 

"Momma!" I almost screamed, "she wouldn't..."

I tried to climb out of his lap. But his vice like fingers wouldn't let me go. 

"Sunshine," he whispered aloud...and I looked at him. 

He put his finger over my lips to stop me from talking. 

"She won't mind," he added, she knows I wouldn't let you get hurt."

"But," I stuttered

"Not another word he said and helped me get to my feet. 

"You know," he said with a wide smile on his face, "there is one thing you need of you want to keep me from taking advantage of you again, sunshine." He winked at me and glanced at the ropes and the tree. 

A red blush crossed my face and I backed up into the tree. 

His smile widened. "Getting ready for me?" 

"What?" 

He reached behind his back and pulled his shirt from over his head. 

"You need to put something on over those big delicious nipples."

He threw the shirt at me and backed away.

"Otherwise, I can't be held responsible for what I'll do next."

He turned his back and started walking.

I pulled the shirt over my head and fell into step beside him. I really wasn't sure what I was doing. 

"The raspberries?" I remarked as we walked out of the wooded area and into the pasture field. 

"I think your shoes are of more importance don't you, little one?" He glanced downward and I realized I didn't have any on. When had I lost my shoes?

"Be careful where you place your feet since you don't have any on." He warned. "The storm was so bad last night...: he walked around a hole in the ground..." there could be anything laying around down there."

I sidestepped the hole myself and tiptoed to the fence line. 

He stopped walking. 

"Wait here," he commanded. 

I stopped walking and leaned against the post of the fence, but not for long. Rockets of pain reminded me that leaning against anything wasn't a good idea. Instead I sat down and leaned my back against the fence post. It felt better if I didn't sit completely down on the right side.

Why was I waiting? I picked a blade of grass from the field surrounding me and put it in my mouth. As I began to chew I saw dust rising in the distance. Now what I wondered and tried to pull the long shirt lower on my body. Without undies I was exposed.

It was a horse with one rider. I watched as they approached. It was a male I presumed by the built of his body and the way he carried himself on the horse. As they grew nearer I realized it was he. With care I got back up to my feet and pulled the long shirt lower on my body. 

As they grew nearer to me they slowed to a slow walk and he waved at me. 

Shyly I waved back. 

The horse was gray in color and had black spots across its stomach and legs. It was very tall and well built. It looked as if it could carry two people at a time. 

"Ride with me," he called out loudly and held his hand down to help me climb up. 

I placed my hand within his and he pulled me upwards, my foot barely brushed the side of the horse as he placed me in front of him sidesaddle. 

"Can you ride like this?" he asked me, "or do you want to ride the other way?"

I moved my face closer to his almost as if I was scared someone else might hear me and I whispered. 

"I don't have on any underwear."

He laughed and wrapped his arm around me. 

"Like this it is then." 

And we began to ride...

The horse's back hurt my backside, but I didn't complain. It wouldn't do me any good to complain. The ground was hard and the sun was shining now brightly in the sky. Each time the horse bounced my breasts bounced and caused me more discomfort. 

As we rounded the curve of the fence line I felt his arm rise to stop my jiggling. This caused my nipples to brush against his arm. I began to ache... 

"Where are we going," I found myself asking when he didn't ride the horse up the hill towards the cornfield.

"I've got a surprise for you," he answered and turned the horse towards the old white building that had first attracted my attention. 

As the horse grew nearer I felt his fingers squeeze the nipple on my right breast. How could I be so horny already? What was I a sex addict? 

"Don't move," he instructed me as he slide off the horse and lead it towards the building. 

I had to hold onto the horse's neck to keep from falling off.

"Come to me, little one," he commanded once he had the horse tied to a post. 

I slid off the horse easily catching horse hairs in my crack as I went.

As I brushed them off he laughed. 

"Come on little one, let's get you cleaned up."

"In the barn?" I asked. The idea wasn't appealing.

"In the barn," he answered as he slipped a collar around my neck and lead me towards its entrance.

The collar chocked me and I wanted to pull at it with my hands, but something told me to leave it where it was, else he'd smack me.

I moved at his pace into the building fully expecting it to be full of junk. I was surprised when I realized it wasn't an old barn as old barns go. It was clean inside and contained lots of toys. Some I was sure I'd never seen before.

In one corner I saw a bail of hay with ropes from the ceiling. At the end of each string I saw four pairs of handcuffs. These were padded with cloth. I glanced at him, and he said nothing.

Along another wall I saw a seat that looked like you'd be most comfortable lying down with your butt in the air then trying to sit on it. At its base I once again saw four pairs of handcuffs. I swallowed hard and glanced at a curtain which seemed to be the only direction near the seat. 

"Whats..."

"It's a shower," he answered before I finished my question, "and it's the next place you're going with me." 

"I..."

"Just keep walking," he directed, and motioned me towards the curtain. "But..."

"No, buts," he said as he undid the collar and hung it on a nail next to the shower. "Just get your ass inside." 

Images flashed across my mind as I pulled open the shower curtain and climbed inside. I knew this place. I'd been here before lots of times. He, the guy with me was...his name was...

"JAKE!" I said aloud. "Your name is Jake isn't it?" 

A slow smile crossed his face as he stepped into the shower with me, leaving his shorts and underwear on the floor outside. 

"Yes," he answered as he turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. "What else do you remember?" 

As the warm water from the shower head began to fall on my body I tried to think. 

"Now don't panic, sunshine," he said as he began to wash my back with a washrag, and soap. "I'm not going anywhere so you've got time."

"Your..." 

"What?" he asked as he put shampoo in my hair and began to scrub. "I don't want you to discover any unwanted guests in your hair tonight as you sleep in my arms." He started rubbing my head with his strong fingers and kept talking, "I also don't want any uninvited guests in my hair."

"Your..." I turned towards him as the answer came into my head. "You're my Master,...my...Dom." 

"I'm more then that sunshine," he answered and traced my lips with his soapy fingers. 

"I'm also..." he didn't continue, but waited for me to fill in the missing information. 

"My husband," I realized as our wedding slipped across my mind.

A smile crossed his face and he pulled me closer to him. "You're my sunshine," he said. 

"Without you there is no Jake."

A warmness crept around my heart and made me also smile.

I felt his hands rubbing against my butt cheeks and his hardening cock growing against my leg. "This is the toy house," he reminded me, "and all things are possible here."



Sunshine



I lay in the warm sun, I can feel the roughness of the towel under my palms, as I spread my fingers I can feel the slight coarseness of the sand as it tires to slip onto my towel. I smile wiggling my toes. I feel your eyes on me, caressing my body as you watch me lay still. I smile slightly as I slowly move my hands up onto my stomach, I feel my smock dress bunch under my fingers as I move my hands until my thumb and forefinger are framing my belly button. I open my eyes slightly to find you lying beside me, you're propped up on one elbow, and your hand is tucked behind your ear. I smile at you as I slowly create a fist with my hands, dragging the hem of my skirt a few inches higher up my thighs. I see your eyes flicker to the movement and back to my eyes, smiling in that wicked way you do I grin back at you. Encouraged by your expression I stretch my muscles, bending one knee I let the hem fall into my lap. I hear your slight groan of appreciation as I let one leg fall wide letting the flat of my footrest against my other knee. I can now feel the warm sun heating my inner thighs, the warm air like a lovers caress on my slick pussy lips. 

You shuffle towards me, and I hear the sand make that slight squeaking sound as you come up beside me, you place your hands over mine and I feel the warmth of your hands; the slightly course feeling of your skin as you spread your fingers wide. I close my eyes as I feel your free hand brush my hair away from my neck before the delicate softness of your lips makes contact. I hear you breath in taking in the sent of my perfume as you start to lick and kiss my neck. I tilt my head providing you with easier access and moan softly when I feel your teeth graze against the sensitive flesh. My hips make tiny circles as I feel my desire grow. Your hand coasts down over my stomach coming to rest across my pubic bone. I whimper, knowing your hand is so close and feel my pussy flood with desire, secretly enjoying your tease. You raise your mouth from my neck and look left and right of us, before looking back down on me. 

"Someone might come past at any time..." you caution me. I bite my bottom lip feeling my wet pussy lips moving slightly against one another as I adjust my position, my clit throbbing hungrily for you. I sigh and make a move to get up, and you smile wickedly at me, moving your hand a fraction higher. "How about one taste... to tie us over hmm?" you ask as you use your big hands to push my thighs further apart and rest your fingers against my slit. I shiver, enjoying the feeling. You clear your throat, as you slowly spread my slick pussy lips. 

"Mmm.... you are so wet for me" you murmur as you tease my entrance, feeling my juices coat your fingers. I catch my hand at the nap of your neck and drag your mouth towards mine, hungry for your lips on mine, as soon as they touch I press mine firmly to yours, before opening my mouth invitingly I feel your teeth catch my bottom lip and suck it into your mouth. When you free my bottom lip, I run my tongue along the seam of your lips, teasing your mouth with my tongue. You moan, and open your mouth to me. Quickly taking over you thrust your tongue into my mouth as you push forward and slip two fingers inside of me. I shudder as I drag them into me, milking them with my walls. You start to thrust slowly, within a few thrusts I'm taking them down to the third knuckle. Moving away from my lips you kiss my jaw then neck nudging my head aside with your face. You groan as your fingers slip in and out of me, dragging them out you spread my juices over my swollen pussy lips. Raising your fingers up, you lean forward slightly and you graze my engorged clit and I feel my breath catch as I struggle to control my hip movements. You drag them down my slit, grazing my clit and effectively parting my pussy lips you thrust them back in as I let out slight whimpers. 

"Oh babe... babe... oh god fill me.. god.. fill my cunt" I stutter as you start to fuck me with your fingers again, harder this time, biting my neck softly as you do so. I grip the towel feeling the sand run over my fingers, gritty between them. I suck in short breaths planting one of my feet I start to push my hips up. 

"That's it darlin'... show me how you like it." You whisper in my ear as you start to kiss my neck, you kiss the hollow of my neck when I throw my head back, feeling my orgasm rising. I start to let out soft moans, my hands coming up to cup my breasts though my top, easily finding the firm nipples and giving them a squeeze. My breathing catches as my pleasure spikes higher with ever tug of my nipples, like shots of fire straight down to my aching pussy. You twist your hand and your thumb brushes my clit. I let out and appreciative groan, arching my back slightly in response. 

Suddenly I feel your fingers slip from me, my heavy lidded eyes open and I frown at you, fighting to control my breathing. You hold up your fingers, slick and coated in my juices. In the light it looks almost like your fingers glitter as the light reflects off of my juices.

"I think you've forgotten something love..." I say with a pointed look down my body, resisting the urge to move my hips. You smile at me as you come to sit up beside me. Still holding your fingers aloft. 

"I asked for a taste..." you murmur as you bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking them clean of my juices. I watch your nimble tongue flirting with fingers and make a small sound of distress as I imagine that tongue against my clit. You smile wickedly at me as your fingers slip free before leaning forward and kissing me, you press your tongue into my mouth, pushing some of my juices with it. I take them willingly and my mouth fills with the musky flavour. As we break the kiss I find my juices all over my lips and with your eyes trained on my mouth I slowly lick them clean. 

You smoothly get to your feet with feline grace and hold your hand out to me. I wonder if I will be able to stand in my current condition but place my hand in yours regardless. You pull me to my feet and snatching up our towels you stride quickly along the beach towards our villa. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see your cock pressing hard against your board shorts. I smile, in my minds eye seeing me ripping down the Velcro and freeing your delicious cock. I shudder and you give me a questioning look. I merely shake my head in response. You nod, picking up the pace as our villa comes into view. I can feel my juices all over my thighs, them slipping against one another as we approach the door. 

Stopping you look impatiently for the key, finding it, you shove it in the lock and quickly pull the door open. Dragging us inside you turn, pushing me back against the door, I hear it click shut just as your press your body to mine, your hard cock pressing against my belly. You look down at me your eyes full of fire, its almost too intense to look. You grind your cock against me, and catch your fingers in my hair, pulling my head back so I am looking at you directly. You lean down and kiss me hard, your teeth and tongue working against my lips and mouth aggressively as you pin me in place. I shudder, rolling my hips against yours as you cock moves hot and hard between us. Suddenly your rip your mouth free and we both stand for a moment, short of breath. You kiss my lips one last time before you release my hair and run your hands down to my top, taking firm hold of the smocked front you yank it down, letting my heavy breasts fall free. I feel my nipples harden completely in the cool air of the villa. 

"I love your nipples when they get hard for me..." You comment as you catch one in your big fingers and pull it hard, making me shudder. 

"I love how they get darker and bud, tells me you want me as much as I want you..." You continue as you cup both my breasts and push them together, bringing both my nipples close to not another. You lean forward and take both of them into your mouth at the same time. You start sucking and biting of on them, while my hands go to your head. I link my fingers into your hair as you continue to lap attention on my nipples. 

"I love your tits hun.." You murmur as you nuzzle them softly. I squeeze my hands in your hair to get your attention. You look up at me from your position, raising an eyebrow in question. I smile at you before looking towards the bedroom door. 

"You know what I really like love? Its having you fuck me on a bed.." I tell you, my smile turning cheeky. You stand up again, grinning; you grab my hand and drag me towards the bedroom door. Quickly leading me though, I look at the bed, it has simple lines with a low line bed end. You walk over to the windows and throw the curtains open, letting the sunlight flood the room. You then move back towards me taking my hand you tug me forward, stopping at the end of the bed, You pull at my long curls on my shoulder, brining me closer you kiss me heavily. I lean into your, kissing you back as you maneuver us around so I am standing with the back of my legs against the bed end. You break the kiss, holding your lips a breath apart from mine. 

"Are you still slick for me hun?" You ask as you nudge my nose with yours softly. I smile, my hands coming to rest on your hips; I let my fingers crawl under the waist of your board shorts. 

"Why don't you find out?" I ask and you growl softly in the back of your throat. Quickly turning me you push me forward on the bed, I let out a slight squeal and find myself on all fours before you. Looking over my shoulder I go to sit back on my knees, but your hand comes out and takes a fist full of my dress pushing me forward again. 

"No... I like the view.." You inform me as you push the dress up so it is sitting along the top of my arse cheeks. You then push down a bit harder with your fist.

"Go down on your elbows hun.." You ask, and as I do so you let out a soft moan. I can feel the cool air on my skin, and its only intensified as you spread my arse cheeks, and I hear a soft clicking sound as my pussy lips part as well. You lean forward, kissing each arse cheek in turn before using one of your fingers running it down my arse crack, before coming to my slick pussy lips and slipping it easily inside.

"Mmm.. very wet for me.." You whisper as you drag the finger out. I whimper, pushing back slightly, in a silent plea. You lean down and I feel your breath against my pussy lips. I feel my juices pool, anticipation winding me up like a spring. Suddenly when I think I can't bare it any longer you lean that fraction closer, and take one of my plump pussy lips into your mouth, sucking one then the other before spreading me with your hand and licking over my entrance. I can feel my juices releasing as your tongue probes. Pulling back you plant a soft kiss on my pussy lips.

"Yes... very wet for me... how would you like a big cock in that hungry cunt?" You enquire as you stand back up. I nod, moving to get up on my knees once more. Again you grab my skirt and push me forward. 

"No... I like you open and ready to be taken, stay there" I shudder slightly and I hear the tell tale sign of your board shorts coming apart, and the soft sound of them sliding down your legs. This time on approaching me you wind your hand in my skirt, making it tight around my middle. I can hear you jerking your cock, that soft clicking sound as you run your hand up and down the shaft. I imagine it, feeling the heat of your body getting closer to mine. You press slightly on my back, forcing my arse further into the air. 

"Mmm... I love seeing you offered up to me.." You moan as you press your cock against my pussy lips. My juices quickly cover the head of your cock as you rub it slightly over my entrance. I feel you line up and slowly start to push forward, deliberately so that I can feel each inch as I am impaled on you cock. I squirm back, and you tighten your hold on my skirt pushing me more firmly into the mattress so I can only wait as you slowly fill me with your thick cock. I take deep breaths, striving for control when all I really want to do is buck back on your cock, press your balls to my wet pussy lips. You chuckle as if you've read my mind, waiting for a heart beat with your cock deep in my pussy. I reach out with my ands, catching the smooth fabric of the sheet. You watch as I make fists in the bedding, my walks milking you. Slowly you start to thrust, almost coming completely out before thrusting back in with equal gradualness. I am helpless to make you speed up your pace as every time I move you still me, making me take it over and over. I moan, the slow torture driving me mad. 

"Tell me what you want.." You ask me, pausing for a moment in me.

"Bloody hell... fuck my cunt hard love!" I growl desperately. I feel your hand petting my hip and arse. 

"Why didn't you say so my sweet?" You ask before your fingers bite into my flesh, pinning me still as you start to buck your hips, the head of your cock stretching me as you thrust in and out quickly, I let my head drop forward moaning into the mattress. You release your grip on my hip only to bring your hand down sharply, spanking my arse hard enough to leave a slight sting. I moan, pleasure shooting though my lower body.

"Mmm you having your arse spanked hmm?" You ask me as you bring your hand down a fraction harder, causing me to grip your cock as you thrust into me. 

"Ahh.. so you do.." you comment, while I start to moan on every thrust. 

"I want to hear those beautiful moans" you tell me, releasing my skirt your fingers coming to my hair, gripping it firmly you pull me back by my long curls, forcing me up onto my hands and knees with my head tilted back. There is a slight sting at my scalp and I moan louder at the combination of sensations. My breasts now swing back and forth on your hard thrusting. My hard nipples gaze the fabric as you fuck me. 

"Harder... fuck me hard.." I moan, I feel your hand grip my hip more firmly and you start to fuck me really hard, your balls swing smacking against my pussy lips with every full thrust. 

"Ah, god, yes.. yes, YES" I groan, helpless to do more than enjoy the feelings filling my body. Your hand suddenly comes down hard on my arse causing me to squeal slightly. 

" Yes, take it.." You groan. "Fucking take it.." You grind out. 

"Mmm... your cock feels so fucking goo-oo-d" I tell you as you take a firmer grip on my hair, making my back ark sharply under your weight. Leaning over me, you reach under me and brush my clit as you Kissing and nibbling my shoulder you bite down on my delicate skin, as you keep fucking me and rubbing my clit. 

"Cum for me." You whisper in my ear. I moan in response feeling my climax rising. 

"CUM NOW." You demand and I feel my climax peek. A scream breaks my lips as my body starts to shudder. Racked with my orgasm, you keep fucking me, feeling me gripping you, milking your cock as I lose myself for a moment. 

You suddenly pull out and I groan in displeasure. "No.. cum in me..." You use your hand in my hair, making me turn towards you. I look at you, your cock slick with my juices, your chest heaving with your laboured breathing. 

"I want to see you suck my cock clean" You tell me as you draw me closer by my hair, bringing your hand to the nap of my neck with my hair still between your fingers. I look up at you making eye contact. Open my mouth slightly I feel your cock head past my lips. You pop into my mouth and I am hit by a mixture of my juices and your pre-cum, I moan with you as you apply slight pressure to the back of my head, and I easily take half of your length into my mouth, sucking I clean off your cock within a few thrusts. You groan, as I focus on the head of your cock, sucking hard on the head while I jerk the rest of your cock with my free hand. 

"Clean all the way to the base hun.." You tell me as you push my head down further when I take a down thrust. I feel you hit the back of my throat and my blink back the rush of tears on my eyelashes. 

"Almost there..." You tell me as the pressure builds in the back of my throat. Suddenly the pressure releases as you push into my throat and I fight back my gag reflex.

"Mmm... yes that's it" you moan as I hold in place, my nose pressed to your pubic bone. I push my tongue out a little bit, licking around the underside of your cock, which forces you further down my throat. 

"Mmm... god yes. Fuck yes!" You groan as you thrust your hips slightly, Slipping in and out past my tonsils. Pulling me back you rub the head of your cock across my lips as I suck in big gulps of air. Tapping the head softly against my lips I suck the head of your cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it one last time. 

You look down at my pouty lips, swollen from sucking you and my glassy eyes and smile at me, rubbing your thumb across my bottom lip.

"Don't you look beautiful." You murmur taking your cock in hand. I shift so I am sitting on the edge of the bed. You start to jerk right in front of my face, my eyes trained on your quick moving hand. 

Looking up at you I smile at you licking my lips. "I know what would make me look even more beautiful." I comment as I cup my breasts, catching the nipples in my fingers and tugging and squeezing them. 

"I love watching you jerk your cock. It looks so delicious." I press my breasts together still tugging on my nipples. 

"Cum on my face love, shoot your big load all over my lips, my breasts..." I encourage. Your groans become rhythmic and I know you're getting close. I drop one of my hands to my still slick pussy and rub them over my slick pussy lips. Bringing them up I rub them over one of my nipples. Looking up at you, I draw the wet nipple up to my lips and suck it into my mouth, licking it clean of my juices. I see your face crumple and a groan from deep in your chest escapes. You shoot all over my face and raised breast, leaning forward I open my mouth and you push the head of your cock into my mouth with my nipple. Sucking them both at the same time. When I release your cock, you use the head to rub your cum along my face and tap it against my nipple, getting the last few drops of cum out on my nipple and watch as I raised my nipple to my mouth, sucking the last drops clean. You smile at me as I drop my breast. 

"You're right, now you are very beautiful."



Sunshine After the Rain



August. The summer was hot and the days oppressive. Nick stood by the open window smoking yet another cigarette, watching the sky darken with an approaching storm and listening to the distant rumbles and grumbles of thunder. Perhaps a good downpour would clear the air and dispel the sticky lethargy that had enveloped him.

He had taken this little cottage on a six month tenancy after the breakdown of his marriage and while two sets of divorce solicitors agreed between them just what he would be allowed to keep from his former life. It was a little two bedroom, single story, stone built structure, accurately described by the letting agent as 'snug', and which stood alone against a gorse covered hillside on the edge of the moor, almost a mile from the village and about fifteen miles from the nearest substantial town. All those three were connected by a twice daily bus service on which, having impulsively sold his car, Nick relied for outside contact and supplies, the 'phone resolutely reserved for emergencies. The isolation was both a blessing and a trial, but the cottage and its setting were beautiful, and he hoped, probably in vain, that his ex would leave him enough to buy something similar when the ashes of his marriage had been sifted.

Its remoteness had been its attraction. Nick earned a good living compiling tour guides for some of England's most ancient castles and cathedrals, but it would never make him rich and he harboured the all too common illusion that there was a bestselling novel within him somewhere, if only he could get the peace and quiet to write it. Well, the ending of his marriage had given him the chance for the solitude he believed he needed, but inspiration was still as distant, and he just mooched around the cottage and sweated in the heat. He was frustrated, bored, apathetic, and annoyed with himself, in a nutshell, thoroughly pissed off! Maybe a good storm would help.

He looked again at the rapidly gathering clouds. Heaped black and heavy they were marching inevitably towards him, the first visible flickers of lightning announcing their potential. Very soon they would be overhead and he could watch safely from his cosy refuge as nature unleashed her anger. Nick was an incurable storm watcher. He loved the display of overwhelming power, especially at night when thunder and lightning shook the land and ripped open the darkness. He was never afraid, just in awe of nature's might, and this storm looked to be a good one.

Lighting a second cigarette from the stub of the first, a habit he despised, Nick turned from the window and went through to the little kitchen to make a coffee. He would sit on the wide window ledge and drink it while watching the storm.

By the time he returned to the front of the cottage with his coffee the storm had moved much closer, the lightning brighter and thunder louder. Looking up the road towards the moor he could actually see the edge of the rain advancing, the tarmac light and dusty before it but immediately going dark and shiny as the rain sluiced it clean. Half a coffee later and the storm was over the cottage, announcing it's arrival in the traditional manner with a multiple lightning strike followed by a tearing, booming, peal of thunder that shook the cottage to its very foundations. Seconds later the hissing, drumming, onslaught of the rain all but drowned out any other sound, pounding at the fabric of the cottage and rattling the windows. So sudden was its coming that Nick drew back in surprise before reaching forward to close the window against the huge raindrops trying to get in.

The arrival of the storm had caused an instant drop in temperature and Nick shivered in his light tee-shirt, wondering for a moment whether to put on a jumper or light the fire that was always ready laid in the grate. In the end he touched a match to the fire, after all, it would make the cottage so much cosier and nightfall was only an hour or so away. To sit in the firelight and watch through open curtains as a storm raged was almost romantic, and for just a moment he wished his ex-wife could be with him to share it. Pushing that unwanted thought from his mind he returned to his window ledge seat and gazed out at a storm in full fury.

Then, to his immense surprise, he spotted two figures walking down the road from the moor. They were too far away to be sure, but it looked like a young couple walking hand in hand, with heads bowed against the rain. What on earth were they doing out in this weather? Had they left their car in the village to walk on the moors or had they broken down? Whichever, their timing could have been better. He would have to call them to offer shelter; it would cruel to leave even a dog out in this lot. The storm agreed with his decision, and chose that moment to unleash another blinding flash of lightning together with an almost deafening crash of thunder. The cottage shook again and the rain, already bouncing from the road, became even more torrential. That settled it, Nick went and opened the door, standing just inside the porch ready to call to the sodden couple across as they came level with the cottage.

Standing in the open door, Nick realised just how cold it had become, a chill wind accompanied the rain, blowing over his skin and causing goose bumps to prickle his bare arms. What a contrast to fifteen minutes before. He watched the pair drawing nearer, the man in slacks and tee shirt, the woman in a light summer dress, and both obviously soaked to the skin. Then, as they drew closer, he saw that it was not a couple, but two young women, the one in slacks that he had mistaken for a man was simply taller and with short hair. Why in Gods name would two women be out alone on the moor in a thunderstorm?

"Hey, come in and shelter!" He called to them as they came closer.

His words were lost as another peal of thunder caused the women to flinch and hunch their heads further.

"Hey! Here!" He bellowed this time, determined to be heard above the rain. The taller of the pair looked around sharply, startled by his voice, and he waved his arms to attract her attention. Spotting the movement, she tugged urgently on her companion's arm and both now looked in his direction. He beckoned them over. Splashing through the stream that was once a road and instinctively ducking a lightning flash, the two hurriedly made their way towards him.

"Would you like to come in out of the rain?" A silly question really (who wouldn't?) but he didn't quite know how else to say it. When he had thought it to be a couple he hadn't a problem, but somehow it was different inviting two strange women in, weather not withstanding. Poor phrasing or not, his offer was instantly accepted and two grateful women tumbled dripping into the hall.

Nick led the way into the living room, where the fire, though not yet giving out much heat, was beginning to blaze and at least add cheer to a room darkened by the storm. Grabbing two towels from a pile of ironing not yet put away, Nick holding one out to each to his guests, taking a good look at them as he did so.

Usually he would have seen two very attractive, slim, mid twenties women, one about five ten with short dark hair and large brown eyes, the other around five four, honey blond, green eyes and an impish face, but today all he saw were two drowned rats. They stood wet through and shivering, hands held out to the fire, hair plastered to their skulls, dripping rainwater, and looking thoroughly miserable.

They each took a towel with a grateful smile and a whispered 'thank you' and, as women automatically tend to do, began to dry their hair. Looking at them, he realised that a towel apiece represented totally inadequate hospitality. The taller looked like a contestant in a wet tee-shirt competition, revealing far too much of her gorgeously pert breasts, and the other's dress was almost as transparent, though at least she was wearing underwear – white, as it happens. Goose bumps stood on their skin and they were both trembling from cold. They needed to be properly warm and dry to avoid a chill.

"Look" He said. "You're welcome to a hot shower if you like one, there's plenty of hot water."

The two looked to each other for agreement, and then nodded. 

Nick indicated the way to the bathroom. "You'll find plenty of bath towels in the airing cupboard, and ...err, if you ...err, like, you can throw out your wet things and I'll put them in the machine. They'll be clean and dry before this storm's over." He was annoyed with himself for showing such schoolboy embarrassment.

Once again they looked at each other, another whispered 'thank you' and they trooped off in the direction he had pointed. Does that mean they do, he wondered, or they don't, want their clothes drying? 

Pretty soon he heard the hiss of the shower, just audible over the hammering of the rain, but there was no sign of wet clothes, and Nick shrugged his mental shoulders and went back to his seat by the window. The storm showed no indication of abating, rain still lashed just as hard at the window and thunder still growled in answer to lightning. Idly, he wondered who had first coined the phrase 'leaden sky'. How perfectly it fitted the dull, dark grey storm clouds that now stretched from horizon to horizon. Until it nightfall there was nothing more depressing than a rain heavy sky. But at night, well that's a different story, the full drama and power of a storm is uncovered. So easy to understand then how his ancestors would think it to be Thor beating out weapons on the anvil of the Gods!

Pulling himself abruptly back from his reverie Nick got up and walked quickly through to the kitchen. A fine host he was! His visitors were wet through, perishing cold, and he hadn't even offered them a hot drink. Well, at least he could have coffee waiting for them after their shower. Spooning instant coffee into mugs he stood and waited for the water to boil, wondering again how they came to be out alone and so obviously ill equipped.

While he stood half thinking, half waiting, the taller girl came through carrying a bundle of soggy clothing, but looking much more human and decidedly more feminine wrapped in a white bath sheet topped with a white towel turban!

"Thank you for that." She said, her voice now strong and confident after the warming shower. She raised the wet bundle. "Where can I put these?" "I'll take them." Nick reached out and took the proffered clothing, then crossed the kitchen and pushed it into the washing machine.

"You've checked the pockets?" he asked, and receiving confirmation he switched on the machine.

The kettle boiled and he began pouring water into the mugs. "How do you like your coffee? Just instant, I'm afraid, but it's quicker for now."

"Mine's white with no sugar, but Linda does take sugar, two - I think. I'm Maddy, by the way, and that's for Madeleine, not a comment on my sanity" She smiled as she said it.

"Been said before, uh?" He poured milk into all three mugs, handed one to Maddy and spooned sugar into the other two. "I'm Nick, and it's nice to meet you, even so unexpectedly."

Just then the cottage shook to another roof rattling peal of thunder and they both instinctively ducked, then grinned at their own foolishness.

"Let's go into the lounge, the fire should be throwing out some heat by now."

In the lounge Linda was dressed exactly as her friend in bath sheet and towel. 

Handing her a coffee Nick introduced himself to his other guest. "Hi Linda, I'm Nick, welcome to my lair." He was struck once again by her lovely elfin features, enhanced now by a dimpled smile of gratitude.

For a little while the trio sat silently drinking coffee and listening to the storm raging outside. Then a particularly loud crash of thunder shook the windows and all three ducked instinctively, only to laugh with embarrassment at their own silliness. The nervous laughter gave Nick the opportunity to break the silence with the question he longed to ask.

"I've just got to ask this, but how did you two ladies come to get caught in this lot. Did you leave your car in the village?"

It was Maddy who answered. "I'd guess it's somewhere en route for Exeter about now, driven by a pair of wankers."

Nick's surprise at that answer must have shown, for she went on to explain. "We're down here on holiday, myself, Linda, and our so-called men, and we decided to go see the moors." She paused. "Well, what happened was this. We found a stream, a small river really, and, because there was nobody about, we all stripped to our undies and started splashing about, you know how you do when it's hot?" Nick nodded. "Then our knickers got a bit transparent in the water and Wayne, my idiot of a boyfriend, grabbed the camera and started taking pics. When we told him off, Bob, Linda's fella, said we might as well take 'em off, seeing as they were now see-through anyway."

"Do you know what he actually said?" Linda's voice was melodic even when laced with indignation as she interrupted. "He said that he wouldn't mind 'a few pussy shots without the covers on' to add to his collection."

"I wasn't about to let them photograph my pussy just when they felt like it, I'm no prude and I have let Wayne photograph me naked before, but in private, not with other people watching. Bloody pervert!" Maddy was even more indignant than Linda as she continued. "Anyway, a big row started and in the end Bob told us we could either pose with our legs open or walk back, and so we decided to walk back. We thought we'd easily get a lift, and it wasn't raining then! But you're the first sign of life we've seen. Not the world's best decision. Eh?"

"Don't see how you could have done other." Nick felt angry at his own sex for such blatant blackmail. "But I think you're stuck here for a while, I'm afraid, I don't have a car and the next bus is in the morning, but you're welcome to the spare bedroom."

Linda glanced through the window to where the rain was beginning to abate, though the darkness of the storm was now only giving way to the darkness of night. She answered for them both. "Thank you, we'd appreciate that."

Between them they rustled up a makeshift supper of pork pie and salad and then settled back in front of the fire with a bottle of white wine. The two girls were still wrapped in bath sheets, though it was now for modesty's sake rather than necessity, and both had discarded the towelling turbans as their hair had dried. Maddy's hair had settled back into its simple style, but Linda's was an enchanting cloud of blond tangles that added to her charm. 

After a little while Nick made to rise. "Your things should be dry again now; I'll just go get them."

Maddy waved him back into his seat. "No, don't, I'm far too relaxed to worry about wearing clothes." She suddenly realised what she had said and blushed. "I mean, to think about changing."

Linda smiled at her friends slip. "We'll put them on fresh in the morning, if that's ok with you?"

"Fine by me. How long do you think before I next get the chance to entertain two beautiful women dressed only in towels? I am not often that lucky." Nick gave a Gallic shrug and both girls laughed

"If we see you get your camera, we're outa here!" Maddy warned, and it was Nicks turn to laugh.

The next hour or two passed very pleasantly, all three relaxed with the help of the wine and they chatted as if old friends. The fire was allowed to burn down, the cool storm air having been replaced by summer warmth once more, and Nick turned on a pair of table lamps to supplement the fading firelight. As he did so he was struck by the pleasant, almost domestic nature of scene, the two towel-wrapped women bathed in soft light and chatting animatedly, and for the first time since parting from his wife, Nick felt lonely.

The two women were showing an amazing resilience, able to put away the events of the day, their stranding by 'idiot ex-boyfriends' (their description!), their drenching, the difficulties they now faced getting home. In fact it seemed that they regarded the whole episode as something of an adventure; unknowingly bringing home Nick's own feelings of self pity. He resolved to follow their example and 'turn setbacks into opportunities', a phrase he'd heard somewhere before.

Nick found himself drawn more and more to Linda, his gaze often lingering on her for minutes on end. Eventually he made a conscious effort not to stare, just in case the girls noticed and embarrassed him, but it was difficult to stop his eyes returning to her face. Twice he had to hurriedly shift his eyes as she glanced in his direction, almost catching his stare.

Eventually, as midnight came closer, his eyelids became heavy and he noticed Maddy discreetly stifling a yawn, so very reluctantly, he decided that it was time to break up the party. He was thoroughly enjoying the conversation and the company, but, he thought, it would be a poor host who kept his guests from their beds. 

"Sorry girls, I think I'm going to have to call it a night." He said finally. "If you want to stay up, you're welcome of course. You know where your bedroom is - first right? But I'm whacked and I'd hate to fall asleep on you."

This time Maddy answered for them both. "No, it's been a heavy day and we could do with turning in as well. In fact, if we stay up much longer you're likely to find out just how unladylike my snores can be!"

All three smiled at that thought and, with much exchanging of 'goodnights' and 'sleep wells' they made their way to their respective bedrooms. 

At the door of the spare room Linda turned to Nick. "You know, we really are grateful to you Nick, you didn't have to do all this and I want to say thanks. You're a star." With that she blushed and hurriedly shot after Maddy into the bedroom, leaving Nick beaming with embarrassed pleasure.

Somehow the bedroom was still oppressively hot, the heat of the day not having been dissipated, and having opened a window, Nick simply shrugged off his clothes and lay naked on top of the covers. But for all his tiredness sleep was not his friend tonight, coming only in fitful interludes and leaving him lying staring at the ceiling for too much of the time. But the cause of his wakefulness was not really the heat, it was Linda. He could not get her out of his head. In his mind's eye he saw her blonde curls tumbling over her bare shoulders, brushing against the bath sheet she wore. He pictured her smile, a cross between a mischievous child and a story book elf, so charming, so natural. He was, he knew, falling for her and was angry with himself for his weakness. A woman right now was the last thing he wanted, he told himself. 'Liar!' retorted his heart!

An hour of restless sleep and he was once more lying staring at the ceiling. Now he was thinking of his first sight of Linda, soaked and wretched, her bra clad breasts tantalisingly revealed through her sodden dress. He fought back the unwanted erection brought on by the memory and, cursing himself, rolled on his side to seek elusive sleep once again. His quest was not helped by a distant giggle that betrayed Maddy and Linda's equal restlessness.

Another hour and he was suddenly bolt upright on the bed, the cottage alive with the flickering of distant lightning. The storm, or more probably its brother, was returning. At least he might sleep after this storm had gone - if he was lucky.

Thunder chased the tail of the lightning, rolling across the heavens with heavy percussions. The storm was closer than he thought, having crept up from the front, unobserved by his rear facing bedroom. Nick lit a cigarette, swung his feet off the bed and set off to take up his window-ledge seat once more, his storm watcher mode already engaged. 

Two steps outside of his room and the realisation that he was naked and had guests sent him scurrying back to put on a bathrobe. More suitably clad he started out for the lounge once more, treading quietly so as not to wake the two women, if the storm had not done already so. He did not need to put on a light, he knew the cottage layout well and the lightning provided all the other illumination he needed. It was a surprise then, when he suddenly realised that someone else was sitting at the window, quietly watching the approaching storm. Someone wearing a bath towel and a head of beautiful hair! His heart lifted.




Sunshine After the Rain



Hearing someone enter Linda spun around guiltily. "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind, but Maddy's asleep and I could hear this storm coming, and I love watching storms. When I'm not in them, that is." She smiled ruefully.

"So do I." Nick sat down in the opposite corner of the window seat, half facing Linda and half turned to look out of the window. "Shall we watch it together?" 

"Yes, why not, it's nicer when someone else is there." She smiled again, a warm welcoming smile, and shifted her position so that she mirrored his half turned posture. They were like bookends on a shelf, separated only by a couple of feet of window ledge.

Now he was at the front of the cottage Nick could see that the storm was nearly overhead, though it was not yet raining. Lightning was stabbing at the ground with menacing regularity and thunder was rumbling all around. It was to be another heavy storm. He glanced at Linda to be sure she was alright, and by the sudden glare of another lightning strike he caught her gazing steadily back at him unabashed. He smiled at her, but the lightning had gone and he couldn't tell if she had seen him, or if she had smiled herself. But the image of her features outlined by the flash was etched into his minds eye.

Just at that point nature unleashed one of her noisiest and closest strikes, the flash followed almost instantly by a boom that shook the cottage, rattling the windows and making both of them jump like startled deer. Instinctively they both reached out towards the other, whether for support or in support neither was sure, but their two hands met, or rather collided, in mid air, each bumping painfully into the other. But for all that, they held, fingers interlocking as their owners smiled at each other in embarrassment, neither knowing what made them stretch out to the other.

Now they sat facing towards each other, the storm temporarily taking a back seat as they gazed silently into each others faces. Nick reached out with his other hand, certain for some unknown reason, that Linda would reciprocate. She did, taking his other hand in hers so that they sat, knees now touching, looking directly into each other's eyes. It was a moment of revelation to Nick, one in which his innermost feelings became clear and one that he could never forget. Slowly but confidently he pulled Linda towards him, absolutely sure now that she would respond, until they were leaning together, arms around each other's neck, lips and faces only inches apart.

That they would kiss seemed unavoidable, but Mother Nature had other ideas. Just as they began to tilt their heads to accommodate each other's mouths, another shaking, booming, crash of thunder jolted them out of the moment, making them jump apart like guilty children. Nick cursed silently, not aware that Linda did too.

Nick looked silently out at the storm, regretting the moment lost, wondering if it and how it could be recovered. Suddenly with a mental 'sod it – shit or bust' he got to his feet. Linda looked at him curiously, but his intentions soon became clear. Standing in front of her he offered his hands, and, when she raised her own to clasp them, he gently raised her to her feet. 

"Now, where were we?" He murmured and took her tenderly into his arms. This time they did kiss, the storm still raging was forgotten as their mouths came together for the first time. At first the kiss was cautious, light and tentative, each seeking to know how their partner felt, but as certainty and excitement grew, the kiss became passionate, tongues flickering and exploring, mouths welded together until lack of breath forced them apart. 

"Phew!" Exclaimed Linda. "I didn't expect that tonight!"

"I'm sorry, it just seemed right, if I was wrong...." Nick's voice tailed off in doubtful enquiry.

"Oh, no! It was right, it is right." Linda was looking at him expectantly, her face raised for a possible follow up kiss. He did not fail her. Now they were in each others arms, their bodies pressed tight together and separated only by two layers of towelling, and their kisses becoming more intense, more committed.

Nick shifted slightly, embarrassed to find an erection growing awkwardly under his robe and threatening to press triumphantly against Linda's stomach. He tried to ease its position, to disguise it in some way, but Linda had already noticed.

"No, don't move him; it's nice to be wanted occasionally!"

Nick smiled a happy smile and opened his mouth to find a reply, but the storm chose that moment to bring a curtain of rain roaring across the cottage, drumming against the glass and accompanied by more booming claps of thunder. All possibility of speech now thankfully lost, Nick drew Linda close, the head of his cock pressing unconcerned against her hip, and continued his kisses. 

It was Linda who made the first overtly sexual move, reaching down to find a way between the folds of his robe and take his cock in her hand, gently massaging the head in her palm. Nick groaned quietly, both from surprise and pleasure, and renewed his tongue's exploration of her willing mouth, while Linda's hand soon travelled the length of his shaft and cupped his balls.

Perhaps from the need to regain the initiative, perhaps from growing certainty of Linda's feelings, or perhaps just from his own rising need, Nick found the end of her towel where it was tucked it in, and freed it. Then, stepping back to allow it to fall, he loosened the tie of his own robe and shrugged it from his shoulders, letting each stand naked before the other. 

With the rain pounding at the window, thunder rolling and rumbling all around, and the flicker of angry lightning the only source of illumination, Nick and Linda stood unashamed, allowing and enjoying each other's frank appraisal of their bodies. 

Linda was pleased with what she saw. Nick was her type of man, tall, fairly slim and reasonably toned, dark haired, but smooth skinned (she didn't like hairy chests.), and with an easy confidence about the way he carried himself. She was beginning to thank the argument that had brought her here!

Nick, on the other hand, was troubled. He was newly out of a long standing marriage and still carried the wounds and battle scars of that campaign, He felt that as yet he was not ready for a new partner but still felt very attracted to this gorgeous creature that stood before him. She was truly stunning, full firm breasts and a flat soft skinned stomach carried on a slim feminine frame, combined with lithe movements and an almost animal vitality. When he looked at her standing unabashed before him his body cried out 'sex', but his soul called for love, and this frightened him a little. It would be unfair to her and to himself to take advantage for the sake of his body's urges, he was wracked with indecision.

In the end the decision was made for him. Linda moved forwards into his arms and her naked form pressed so tantalisingly against him gave victory to his libido. Again they kissed, safe in each others embrace, skin on skin, curves against muscles, and with Nick's ever hardening erection now pressed unashamedly against Linda's stomach. All the time the storm raged, lashing the cottage with wind and rain, the incessant lightning performing a devil's lightshow beyond the glass of the window. Nick felt a tiny shiver pass through the girl nestling in his arms and realised suddenly how much the temperature had dropped again in the storm. Gently he disentangled the nest of limbs that they had become and, taking Linda's hand with a soft "come on", he led her quietly to his bedroom.

Unconsciously they tiptoed guiltily as they passed the spare bedroom, though if Maddy had not been disturbed by the storm, she would hardly wake to the sound of two people treading softly along a storm-lit carpeted hallway, but instincts run deep. It was also instinct that made Nick hold his breath as he eased the bedroom door shut behind them, and the 'whoosh' as he released it brought a giggle from Linda.

"What are you worried about? We're what's known as 'consenting adults', are we not?" Her tone was gently mocking, before she continued, "And anyway, Maddy wouldn't mind."

"I know, it's not that, but it's sort of......" Nicks voice tailed off in embarrassment.

"Sort of?" Linda wasn't letting him off the hook.

"Well," Nick began hesitantly, turning back to look at her, "Much as I want you – and I do! I don't want to take advantage of a row you've had with your partner. It doesn't seem fair."

"Partner?" There was heavy sarcasm mixed with contempt in Linda's voice, then, "That relationship is dead, long live ours!"

For several minutes the two looked at each other in shocked silence, white flashes of lightning illuminating their mutual surprise. Nick was dumbfounded at Linda's open acknowledgement that something more than sexual pleasure was in the offing, and Linda was stunned by her own admission. Until that moment neither had admitted to themselves, let alone to each other, that a deep mutual attraction had been growing since the minute they had met.

It was Nick who eventually broke the silence. "Long live ours." He replied, his voice thick with emotion. There was nothing more to say and with that he led her over to the bed, lying on it and pulling her down with him.

There they melted back into each others arms, but the nature of their embrace was now totally changed. There was now no hesitation from either of them, no uncertainty, no tentative touching, their bodies simply met and moulded naturally together. Their mouths locked, tongues explored, hands roamed over hot flesh and tangled limbs, and before they were aware of what was happening Linda had opened to Nick and he was sliding into her body. Their union was instinctive and animal like, but no less tender for that.

Nick moved inside her hard and deep and she accepted him willingly, pushing up in answer to his thrusts and smiling her happiness into the lamplight. It had been a long time since he had made love at all, and actually enjoying sex was but a distant memory for Linda, so their union was short and fierce. His thrusts became rough, almost violent, as he pushed deeper into her, as if trying to impale her onto his shaft. But this was just what Linda needed and her responses were equally strong. She clasped him in her arms, her fingers gripping into his back to hold him firm against her as she bucked back at him with her hips. Together they rose towards orgasm, tiny grunts issuing from Linda at each of Nick's thrusts, grunts that became louder as she got closer to her release, spurring Nick on to plunge harder and harder into her pussy. When they came it was almost simultaneous, Nick beating Linda to it by about a half second, groaning noisily as he did so. Linda in turn cried out loudly at her as her own orgasm hit, no longer caring if the world knew of their lovemaking.

Afterwards, with breathing and heartbeat returning slowly to normal, they lay in each others arms, contented if not sated. The storm was now passing, it's anger now reduced to distant grumbles of thunder. It was as if, having done its job of bringing the pair together, it was now leaving them to it. 

"Well." Nick observed eventually, "If Maddy didn't know before, I guess she does now! Are you always that noisy?"

"Only when I'm enjoying myself." Linda replied. "And I bet Maddy's jealous!" She added grinning, then suddenly serious. "Do you mind?"

"What? Maddy knowing we've made love?"

Linda nodded into the darkness, and then realising Nick couldn't see her. "Yes - and that we've got together."

"Not the tiniest bit. You can announce it on national television and I'll be happy!"

"Good." She sounded satisfied.

Nick reached out and switched on a bedside lamp, casting warm muted light across the bedroom. He looked down at Linda lying quietly beside him and smiled. She smiled back, then taking his hand she put it to her lips and gently kissed his fingers. They lay together on top of the duvet quietly holding hands and thinking over the events of the day, the fortuitous storm that brought them together and the second one that made them lovers. It had been a remarkable day all in all.

"I shan't be long; I'm just going to the bathroom." Linda slipped from the bed, heading for the door and shaking Nick out of the reverie he was falling into. He watched her beautiful naked bottom sway its way out of the room then took a cigarette from the packet on the bedside table and lit it, wriggling a little higher in the bed to do so. His thoughts were in some confusion, but one thing he was sure of. He was falling head over heels in love with this girl. 

Linda returned, showing Nick her front view as naturally as she had displayed her rear. She really is a stunner, he thought, gazing in open appreciation of her body, and suddenly realising that she was shaved. He had not noticed this before, even when he made love to her, and he couldn't take his eyes from the convergence of her legs.

"Don't look so surprised, it is summer after all, and it's much more hygienic, don't you think?"

"Oh Linda, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it's just that I haven't a clue how I didn't notice before when... well when we made love." He stubbed out his half smoked cigarette, using the action as an excuse to look away.

Linda's laugh was as melodic as before. "You really are quite shy, aren't you? Don't worry about it, I think we had other things on our minds then."

She lay back down beside him, before rolling to him, her leg sprawling across his stomach and her hand stroking his neck, and whispering in his ear. "I think I'm going to love you." She stared at him closely for a reaction.

"And me you!" Nick answered solemnly and truthfully, gazing back into her lovely green eyes to lend weight to his assertion. The kiss that followed was long, tender and loving, sealing their partnership.

Linda now lay half on top of Nick, still stroking his neck and still gazing down at him between kisses. But, much as he liked it that way, her thigh was resting on a growing erection and he wriggled just a little to relieve the pressure. He had thought he'd managed it discreetly, but Linda giggled and, unexpectedly, he blushed.

"I see there's life down below." She took her hand from his neck and reached for his cock. "Let's see if he's still in working order."

She slid a little way down his body to bring him within her reach, at the same time adjusting her own position so that her pussy now rested against his thigh. Then, taking his shaft in her hand she began to stroke him softly but deliberately, long slow strokes from base to head, at the same time moving her hips to rub herself gently against his thigh in time with her hand. Nick lay back to enjoy this new sensation, clearly Linda's upfront and open attitude to sex was going to take some getting used to - but it did have its compensations.

Nick reached up, hooking his arm around Linda's head and pulling her mouth back down to his; burrowing his other hand under her body to wrap around and rest lightly on the top curves of her bottom. As he kissed her his hand roamed across her back, feeling the softness of her skin, while his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, all the while enjoying the feel of her hand on his cock. 

Linda was playing with him, travelling the length of his shaft, sometimes gripping firmly, sometimes barely skating across the surface, and sometimes gently dragging her nails over the sensitive skin. Extending her activities, she reached lower and cupped his balls in her hand, squeezing then gently and making Nick moan softly into her mouth. Then, hooking her fingers, she dragged her fingertips and nails all the way from his perineum, over the skin of his scrotum right to the tip of his cock. He gasped with the pleasure, breaking their kiss in the need to breathe more deeply. Down again went her hand, repeating the squeeze to his balls, and the intense sensation of the journey back to his glans. Whether by luck or intention, this had the effect of making the slight involuntary push of his hips press his thigh harder against the gentle rubbing of Linda's pussy, making her gasp in turn. Pleased by the result, he repeated the movement deliberately and was soon feeling the slippery evidence of her arousal on the skin of his leg. They were engaged in a highly erotic game, each slowly bringing the other to a higher state of arousal without any pressure, without any rush, just the unhurried giving of mutual pleasure.

But soon Linda's breathing was becoming more erratic, her thrusts against Nick's thigh getting harder and more urgent. She was gripping harder onto his shaft, and making little whimpering noises in her throat. His leg was now very wet and her pussy was sliding almost friction free on her juices, even though it was pressed so firmly against him that he could feel her lips spread wide and the little nub of her stiffened clitoris rubbing harder and harder along his skin Carried away on her rise to orgasm, Linda's hand had now lost it's way with Nick's cock, sometimes it was lying still, sometimes grasping him hard, and sometimes moving up and down as she remembered it from within the haze of her own arousal. She was not deliberately being selfish, just carried away by her own pleasure. Nick's function had changed, he was, he thought, now just here for the ride, to let her bring herself to orgasm on his leg, to caress her back, to kiss her forehead, and to hold her tight as she came. This time she did not cry out so loudly, just emitting a strangled cry at the moment of climax as she pushed herself hard on his leg, her body becoming momentarily rigid in ecstasy. 

"Jesus, but that was so good!" Linda lay panting in his arms in the heart-pounding, breathless aftermath of orgasm, her body sprawled lifeless and sweat shiny on top of him. He smiled to himself, quietly and languidly stroking her hair, taking surrogate satisfaction from giving pleasure to the woman he loved.

For a little while they lay quietly together, each lost in their own thoughts. Nick thanking the Gods who had brought this woman into his life and Linda marvelling to herself at how much more uninhibited she felt in Nick's presence, the thought making her squirm a little with contentment. 

Her involuntary fidget caused Nick's rigid cock to twitch slightly under her hand, and she looked at him, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Whoops! I've been a bit selfish, haven't I?"

"Only the teeniest little bit, but I might be bribed into forgiving you. For a good price, that is!" 

Linda raised her eyebrows at this in mock surprise, before pretending to give the matter deep thought. "I think I might know a suitable bribe!"

She wriggled down the bed until her head was at his waist level, then... "Try this for a down payment and tell me what you think!" With that she closed her lips around his cock, taking him deep into her mouth.

Linda's mouth was soft on his cock. There was none of the frantic sucking and head bobbing that he had been used to, just an erotic and sensuous movement, long and gentle bringing him tenderly back to the boil, hardening his shaft and filling his balls. She had brought her hands into play too, cupping and moulding his ball bag with the one, while holding the base of his cock between finger and thumb of the other to keep it pointing into her mouth. All Nick could do was relax once more and soak up the luxurious feeling of Linda's attentions.

The build up to his climax was long and intense, Linda's mouth sliding up and down his shaft, lubricating him with her saliva, massaging him with her tongue and rolling his balls between her fingers. More than once the feelings became so intense that he pushed up with his hips unintentionally, bringing a teasing frown of mock anger to her face. But eventually he felt that familiar tightening of his scrotum as his imminent orgasm began to gather deep under his cock. He was not going to last much longer.




Sunshine After the Rain



"Linda, I'm going to cum soon!" He gasped out his warning, though it must already have been clear to her from his ragged breathing and involuntary twitches.

Linda looked up at him without pausing, smiling around his shaft in reassurance before continuing her efforts, her tongue now swirling around the underside of his helmet to intensify his arousal. 

Nick was almost there, the sensation of impending climax deepened as pressure built within him, until finally he exploded, feeling his cum rush along his shaft and pour into Linda's waiting mouth. Now he had no chance of controlling his movements as he erupted into her, each spurt accompanied by an involuntary push of his hips, taking his cum deep into her throat. Even as he did so he marvelled at her ability to take him without gagging, although she was forced to swallow continuously to stay ahead of the stream. Slowly his orgasm subsided, the flow of cum lessened and he flopped back panting onto the bed, spent in every way.

But he had one more surprise in store yet. Linda, having sucked him dry and milked the last possible drop from his cock, wriggled up the bed and lay on top of him, looking down into his face with smiling eyes. Then she leaned down and kissed him full on the lips, insinuating her tongue between his lips and pushing into his mouth. Without thinking Nick responded by opening his mouth for her probing tongue, only to receive the mouthful of his own cum that Linda had kept back for him. Normally the idea of tasting himself would have been a definite no-no, but for some reason he responded immediately, groaning with delight and holding onto her head to press her mouth hard against his, even fencing with her tongue to gain the last taste of his own juices. It was, he thought later, the most intimate thing he had ever had done to him.

After it was over and they lay in each others arms he couldn't resist asking her. "Why did you share my cum with me? I never expected it, but it was so bloody beautiful to taste it in your mouth."

"That was me being selfish," 

"How so?"

"I wanted to know if you would mind getting your own back." She smiled a little at her own pun.

"And I don't, but how is that being selfish?"

She lifted herself onto one elbow to look at his face as she answered. "Because next time I want you to be able to lick me after you fuck me. It's something that really turns me on!"

"So there will be a next time?" 

"Oohh yes! Many next times!"

.............................................

The next thing either of them heard was Maddy's voice as she breezed in and placed two cups of coffee on the bedside table, switching off the still burning light at the same time.

"Ok, you two love birds, time to rise and shine. It's nine o clock, the sun's out and I'm both hungry and jealous!"

With that she breezed back out, not even giving them time to answer her, to cover themselves up, or even to collect their thoughts. Watching her tall frame, now dressed again in her street clothes, disappear back out of the room Linda and Nick looked at each other in embarrassed astonishment, disentangled themselves from each others embrace and reached for the coffees.

For a few minutes they silently sipped coffee, then Linda turned to Nick and asked quietly and seriously. "How am I going to tell her that she's got to go home on her own?"

"I think she'll already have figured that out for herself!"