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Wet Weekend

By: shortsharpblonde



The rain is dribbling down the windows of the bus. A cold breeze is blowing on me – the bus driver must have the air-conditioning on – and I'm shivering in a short, sleeveless floral dress and sandals. My straw hat is sitting on my lap. Maybe it will shield me from the rain when I get out. 

I'm doing this for him. He has a vision of me stepping off a Greyhound bus in the shimmering heat and dust of a one-pub town, and walking towards the car where he sits waiting for me. Then we drive off together to a beach shack where, for two days, we can act like we're a couple.

It's raining and cold, but I'm not going to let that spoil his vision. The bus heaves its way up the road, and I catch sight of a sign. Only 10k to go. 

I am always nervous before I see him, but this time I am more nervous than ever before. I hold my hand out in front of me, and can see it shaking. It's nerves as well as cold. This will be our first weekend together.

Two years is supposed to be the honeymoon period for a relationship. After that you fall out of love. Us, we're the other way round. We've been in a relationship for two years, and now…well, he's become very fond of me. He brings me up in conversations with other people so he can hear my name, he turns up to places I might be so he can watch me in a group, and he keeps calling up an internet page that has a photo of me so he can stare at it.

Oh, I've done stupider things. I've looked up not just his name on the internet but my first name with his surname. I've held onto a free pen that I picked up once when I was out with him as if it was a present he gave me. But that's me. I'm stupid. I didn't expect him to get like that. 

We're not in a real relationship. We're married to other people. We started fucking each other because we both wanted something extra that wouldn't cause any trouble. I felt safe with him, because I knew he wouldn't let it turn into anything more than just fucking. I was so proud of myself for being able to fuck someone without expecting more. Now it has turned into something more, and I'm not sure how I feel. I don't know what I want. 

Once he stroked my cheek, and once he called me "little one". Those are the things I think of when I'm lying in bed drifting off to sleep. But when I'm lying in bed fingering myself, I think of his cock in my mouth. 

Something will happen this weekend, I know it. We'll find out one way or the other. By the end of the weekend, either we'll never want to see each other again or we'll know that we have to be together. 

Suddenly the bus is slowing down and we're here. It is a little shithole of a one-pub town, not shimmering with heat and dust, just grey and miserable in the rain. But his car is there. 

I plan to take my time walking from the bus to his car, looking sultry, but I step in a puddle and one of my feet gets muddy. And my short thin dress is quickly soaked, revealing to any inhabitants of the one-pub town who might be watching that I am not wearing any underwear. My nipples, hard from the cold, poke through, and a dark patch of hair between my legs where the wet dress is clinging shows that I am a natural brunette. These strangers will know so much about me. They'll think I'm a shameless hussy, and they'll be right. 

By the time I get to the car I have a big dumb grin on my face. I'm looking saturated, not sultry. I open the door and he grins back at me. I throw my straw hat and bag on the floor, and climb in. Without a word he starts up the car and turns the heater on full blast. I kick off my sandals and put my feet on the dashboard, peeling my wet dress off my thighs and letting the hot air blow right into my cunt.

"Not much of a town," he says.

"I don't care.

"Not much of a shack."

"I don't care." 

Him and me. Together. For a whole weekend. I can't believe it. 

I wonder how much of myself I can let him see this weekend. For so long I've held back and only shown him the parts of me he wanted to see. I've never cried in front of him, never yelled at him, never told him I love him. But maybe that's the reason I'm here with him now, because he doesn't ever want to see those things. 

And I've never shown him the depths I go to sexually. When I met him, he only wanted to put his cock in my cunt. He didn't know there were so many other places I wanted it. I wanted his cock in my mouth and in my arse. I wanted him to come in my face and on my tits and rub it in. Now he's done these things with me, but he doesn't know how much further I would go. He doesn't know that I would lick his arse if he wanted me to. Maybe I'll tell him this weekend. Or maybe not.

We turn off down a slippery dirt road and pull up outside a little weatherboard shack. He opens it with a key, and I can see his hands are shaking just like mine. Inside, I glance around – garish floral curtains, mismatched plates, a faded landscape print on the wall – and then we are kissing. Pashing. He says I'm a good pasher, but pashing is just letting someone know how much you want them inside you. Maybe with someone else I would be a bad pasher. 

I take a step back and feel the wood of the kitchen table pressing into me. I lift myself up onto the table and sit on the edge, spreading my legs. He touches my nipples poking through my dress and I gasp. I want him to fuck me till I feel his cum running down my legs. I reach down and unzip his jeans, struggle to pull down his underpants over his beautiful cock pointing up at me. I want his cock inside me, but he wants to eat me first. I feel his warm breath on my damp thighs. His hot tongue licks at my wet curls, then dives into my slit, and finally finds my clit and sucks on it till I am crying out, begging him to fuck me.

He stands up and pushes his cock slowly in, and I feel that raw grating sensation as the thick head slides along the walls of my cunt, every inch sending new waves of pleasure through my body. Then he pulls out and pushes back in, again and again, harder and harder each time. I lie back on the table, gripping onto the edge with both hands, as he pounds into me with such force that the table is sliding across the floor. 

I hear him groan as he comes. As he pulls out, I see the last of the cum dripping off the end of his cock. I jump off the table and lick it clean, tasting my juices as well as his. 

Suddenly I realise how cold I am. I pull my wet dress over my head, and throw it onto the floor, then walk naked through the house to the bathroom, his cum running down my legs and down my throat. He follows me into the shower, soaping my arse over and over. 

I like knowing that he doesn't have to leave after fucking me. I like not having to squash down that little pathetic part of me that wants to grab him every time he walks out of the hotel room, wants to say to him, "Don't go. Keep talking to me. Hold me. Tell me that I mean something to you. Tell me that this won't be the last time," all the while knowing that if I say that, it will be the last time.

We towel down. I tell him I didn't bring a jumper with me. He gives me one of his, which is what I wanted. It's thick and woolly and smells of him. 

He grabs a bottle of champagne from the fridge, and some real champagne glasses. He's even brought a punnet of strawberries. 

We drink the champagne and curl up together on the lumpy couch, watching the cricket on the portable TV with bad reception. He is lying behind me, his arm around me. I am stroking his arm, running my fingers over the hairs. I want to touch him all the time. I take his hand and trace the lines on his palm, to find out more about him. I have learnt about his head and his heart when he pulls his hand away and slides it between my legs. 

My cunt belongs to him. He knows it better than I know it. He has seen it up closer, been deeper inside it and tasted it more thoroughly than I have. I take it for granted – he appreciates it. I accept it – he loves it. 

I feel his cock, hard again, pressing into my thigh. Then it slides into the hole it was made for. He doesn't need to ask me if I want it. He knows I want it. He holds my hips and fucks me slowly, firmly. He shoots another load of cum into my cunt, before the last load has finished draining out. We lie there without moving, without saying anything, and his cock finally slips out of me. We fall asleep like that, lying on the lumpy couch, in front of the cricket. 

I wake in the early hours, a stickiness between my legs and his arm still around me. The room is cold, but he radiates heat, and I am warm. 

The cricket is finished. There is an old black-and-white movie on TV, a romance starring some impossibly sophisticated actress with a tailored suit and hair that sits just right. And I know that if I was her, instead of a girl in a baggy jumper with cum dripping from my cunt, something would happen this weekend – we'd decide to give everything up and stay here in this shack forever, or we'd be killed in a car accident driving back into town. But nothing will happen, except that we'll fuck a few more times. Nothing will be resolved. We'll go back home, and keep fucking each other in secret till one of us gets bored and we drift apart. 

I snuggle into him and fall asleep.

Wet Weekend



Feedback is welcome.

*

We had decided to drive up to the Lake District for a long weekend in November without thinking that it could turn out to be a complete wash out. However, a chain of events happened on the drive up that ended with us not ever reaching our hotel and at the same time having an excellent few days.

It all started on the journey up in the car. It had started to rain really hard and I had to slow right down to stay safe. Had I not been driving a Range Rover I think I would have stopped. Being November it was already dark and concentrating on my driving was hard. I got my girlfriend, Viv, to give directions but managed to get us on some narrow country road and completely lost. She kept saying, "The map must be out of date Andy." It was then that I saw a car pulling out from behind a hedgerow but was too close to stop. I managed to avoid a head on collision but clipped the car, pushing it halfway into a ditch. I pulled over and got Viv to wait in the car as I investigated. I had a tiny scratch on my 'Bull-Bar' but I saw that the other car had slipped off the road and into a ditch leaving 2 wheels in the air. By the time I had got there the occupants had got out and I checked to see if they where ok. 

"We're OK." The man said, "But my new Jaguar's a mess!" 

He apologized and said that his wife, who was not used to the new car, had caused the bump. We surveyed the damage and then they said I should come into the house to exchange details. I could see the lights of their house about 50 meters away at the bottom of the driveway. By this time we were all soaked to the skin and my feet squished in my trainers. I said I would get my girlfriend and they suggested I drive down to the house to save her from getting wet. As they walked down to the house I went back to my car and told Viv what was going on and that we would exchange insurance details in their house. I drove down to see them just about to go in but they waited for us. We jumped out of the car and ran into their large porch area and I got to see their faces for the first time. 

They both looked to be in their early thirties and were one of those good-looking couples. They introduced themselves as Laurence and Rosy and apologized for the trouble they had caused and asked if I would like to get dried off and cleaned up. Rosy pointed to Viv to go take a seat in the adjacent room and once she had left proceeded to strip off in front of me as did Laurence, their wet clothes sticking as they struggled out of them. Rosy was eventually down to a white set of bra and panties (that were too thick to be transparent with the rain, unfortunately) and ran off up the stairs. Laurence then said I too should strip off so as not to catch cold and he would give me some old clothes to keep me going (we were similarly sized). Once Laurence was down to his white cotton boxer shorts I noticed that he may as well have been naked, they had gone transparent showing that he had a thick 5 inches or so, I too stripped down to my briefs.

Laurence showed me upstairs to what I presumed was a guest bedroom and gave me some towels pointing to the en-suite suggesting I take a shower. I went in and stripped off my underwear and took a warm shower. I hadn't realized how cold I was until the hot water hit my cold body making me feel all heady. I finished off and went back to the room to dry off. As I was drying down I heard Laurence telling Rosy that she was going to have to pay the insurance excess and that she wouldn't be allowed to drive his car again. As I was about finished I heard them both going down-stairs so I put a towel around me, one over my shoulders and followed them down to the lounge where Viv was sitting and waiting for us. Laurence too just had a towel around his waist and Rosy had on a white towelling robe and a towel wrapped like a turban around her head. The lounge was well kept and was set with two huge sofas separated by an ornate glass coffee table. Lawrence lit the gas fire as Rosy made coffee then we all sat on the sofas to relax, Viv and I on one, Laurence and Rosy on the other. We made small talk about the weather and Viv and I told them how we were off to a hotel for the weekend.

As we chatted away I noticed Rosy had bunched up her legs on the sofa and moved to rest herself against Laurence. As I was sat directly opposite her I could almost see right up between her legs, the dim lighting preventing a full on view. This distracted me and I kept getting lost in the conversation as I tried to look without getting caught with 'wondering eyes.' Then it happened, Rosy leant forward to put her empty coffee cup on the table and in doing so gave me a view of one of her firm tits as her gown crumpled up slightly. Then, even better, as she sat back a large section of gown remained crumpled up around her waist giving me a great view of her pussy. Not just her pubic hair but from the way she was sat I had an unobscured view of her trimmed pussy lips. I was mesmerized and getting turned on by the view I was getting but didn't want to get caught looking at her pussy. Hell, I'd only known her 30 minutes. I think Viv noticed too because she squeezed my hand and nodded in the direction of Rosy's legs with a little grin on her face. It was then that I started to get a bit too horny and began feeling my cock swelling from my sexy thoughts. Sat there in just a towel was a bit of a problem too as I couldn't hide my growing hard on and I knew it wouldn't be long before the tent in my towel would be spotted by both Rosy and Laurence. I shifted in my seat slightly and moved my hands casually to sit in my lap to hide my erection, praying that it wouldn't be too obvious what I was doing.

We chatted on for a while as I was continuously catching glimpses of Rosy's slit. The conversation had drifted onto holidays with Viv saying how ours appeared to be a washout with rain forecast for the whole weekend. Then Laurence started telling us what their plans would have been had it not been for the accident we had just had. Viv gasped as he explained how they were on their way to a swingers party about 15 miles away and that Rosy had rung them to call off when she ran upstairs earlier. We were both taken aback at this, as it was not something you would expect to hear from someone. I got the impression that they were testing the water to see if it was something that Viv and I were in to. We said how we had seen a documentary on Channel 4 about swingers but had never felt the need to do it ourselves. 

I was surprised at how easily Viv and I approached the racy chat, neither of us shyly ducking out of the conversation, as I would have expected to. They then started to explain how they had got into swinging and that there were lots of different types of swingers. Laurence went into detail about the many different swingers and what they got up to. This chat didn't help my predicament either; my erection was harder than it had been all night. I don't think what happened next would have been done had it not been for Viv who, quite innocently said that there was only one form of swinging that Laurence described she could ever feel comfortable with. She was referring to a couple whom they knew who would get together with Rosy, Laurence and a few others to masturbate together. There was no penetration involved, just sitting around watching each other wank occasionally helping each other but never any sex. As the conversation went on I think all four of us began to feel the heat of the situation, yet none of us seemed phased or uncomfortable.

Then it happened! Laurence openly asked Viv and I if we would like to have a go. It was done in such a way as not to make us feel compelled or by any means awkward should we choose to decline the offer. Viv gave a girlie, almost adolescent, laugh and bunched her hands by her face as if to outwardly show coyness in a way I had never before seen. Laurence then stood up and walked over to the small drinks trolley they had and making no effort to hide the large tent at the front of his towel, poured out 4 double extra large brandies and turned on the CD player. These will help us to relax he said as we each in turn took a brandy from him. Viv then also noticed the large bulge he was showing and a short sharp gasp game from her. "Don't you just love a nice hard prick?" Rosy said with a grin and Viv gave a gentle nod of her head to agree with her. It was obvious to me that Viv was enjoying the situation but didn't really know how to react (not that I really did either). 

When Laurence sat down the part where the towel around his waist met the fold parted open slightly giving the slightest glimpse of cock flesh. I don't know if it had been a deliberate showing by Laurence but if it was it was done very subtly. Viv made no attempt to be subtle though as she openly ogled Laurence's groin area with a glint of naughtiness in her eyes. Unfortunately when Laurence had gone for the drinks Rosy had shifted in her seat and now all I saw was a lot of thigh but no higher. The room then went silent for a moment as we all took large gulps of our drinks. I think it was for Laurence and Rosy to relax and for Viv and I a dose of Dutch courage. 

Rosy then casually un-tucked her husbands towel and let it fall to the sides revealing his very hard cock. It must have been about 7" long and you could see it throb as he jerked it for us using his muscles. Rosy gently stroked the length with the back of her hand in a slow sensual motion as if it were a 'Ming' vase, admiring it but not wanting to break it. Rosy smiled at Viv and asked her if she would like to unwrap my cock for her to see. Viv looked at me as if for permission and I smiled at her as if to say 'Yes' so she threw the towel off my shoulders then gently unwrapped my towel to bring my naked body into view. My 7" erection jumped from under the towel and bobbed for a moment as it settled to its newly found freedom. 

Rosy starred at it for a moment and gave a wolf whistle in my direction followed by, 'Nice cock Andy. Make it dance for me!' I guessed she wanted me to do what Laurence had done so I clenched and released my muscles to make my erection bounce and throb for her. 'Stroke it for me!' Rosy demanded, getting a little too much into it for a moment. 'Not yet', Laurence said. 'I think it's time you girls got naked for us. That way we will come harder!' Rosy immediately jumped up and, having thrown the towel from her hair, let her heavy robe fall to the floor letting us see her complete nakedness for the first time. She had nice firm tits with small pointy brown nipples, a flat tummy and nice thighs. 

She wasn't a supermodel but far more natural, to me far sexier than a skinny 6ft model with no tits and bones sticking out. She sat in such a way so as to give Viv and I a perfect view of her pussy. She sat back in the chair with her hips slightly forward, legs apart and her feet resting on the chair. 

We then all turned to Viv who had been the only one who was fully dressed. 

"How about you do a nice striptease for us Honey?" I asked.

"Only if you and Laurence wank your cocks while I do it!" she replied (I think she surprised herself in making such a bold comment). 

It wasn't as if we needed any encouragement but the offer was nice none the less. The CD was playing out some Phil Collins that had a nice slow beat, perfect for a sensual striptease. Viv had done this sort of thing for me lots of times at home but I think it was the first time she had done it in front of anyone else, let alone a couple whom we had only known a couple of hours. Viv stood up and moved onto the large soft rug to the side of us and started to dance. She was wearing a heavy polo neck jumper and knee length skirt together with a pair of ladies Moccasins. What else she had on was a mystery to me, as I hadn't seen her change. I could see Laurence stroking his dick with long slow strokes, pulling the foreskin back on the down stroke and pushing it back on the upstroke. I too was wanking slowly my eyes moving between Viv's dance and Rosy who was lightly stroking her cunt. 

Viv, I could see had her eyes firmly set on Laurence's prick as she danced with a look of lust in her eyes. Viv removed her sweater to reveal her large 36 D's sitting in a half cup white lacy bra that showed off her tits to perfection, her deep red nipples rock hard and clearly visible. She continued her sexy strip by kicking off her shoes and lifting her skirt provocatively to, one by one, remove her lacy topped hold-up stockings. Once removed, she draped one stocking over my dick and the other over Laurence's dick. I put the hold-up to one side but Laurence pulled the stocking over his cock and used it as he wanked his hard-on. It was then that I heard the squelching of Rosy's pussy over the sound of the music.

I looked over to see the whole area around her cunt glistening with her juices that she must have spread around her groin. She was using two fingers to hold her puffy pussy lips apart and she was pushing two fingers of her other hand into her hole. Rosy had her eyes firmly fixed upon my Viv's striptease and when I looked back to Viv she had her back to us and was undoing her bra. Once undone she pulled it off, still with her back to us, and looking over her shoulder threw it at Laurence who caught it and placed it to one side. Viv turned towards us in time to the music, using her hands to cover her nipples before pulling them down to her tummy and releasing those gorgeous tits into view. 

'Wow!' Laurence and Rosy said as they stared at her hard nipples. I could see that Viv was really enjoying herself as she had a lusty smile across her face and as the dance had gone on an ever-increasing confidence came into her moves. The erotic scene around me, along with my wanking, was bringing me close to the edge and I was concentrating on my hand action to prevent myself from coming too soon. Viv was now undoing the clasp on the side of her skirt and we all gasped as it hit the floor because Viv wasn't wearing any panties. She also must have trimmed her bush nicely for our weekend away together as it was set just perfect.

Viv looked me in the eye and danced towards me. Placing one foot on the arm of the chair and presenting her pussy only a few inches from my face, she brought her hands down and pulled her shaved pussy lips apart, letting me see her pink folds. This was all I could take and with a deep sigh let fly a huge stream of come that flew about three feet into the air before falling on my belly and Rosy's white sofa. My coming had its effect on both Laurence and Rosy who came a few seconds later with Rosy screaming out her pleasure at the top of her voice. She remained tensed up for about 20 seconds as her juices ran from her pussy, her index finger pressed hard against her clit. Laurence had also come but unlike me his cream simply oozed out of the end of his dick and all over his hand and Viv's stocking, which he used to 'mop up'. I picked up Viv's other stocking (they had already been ruined by Laurence) and mopped up the mess off my belly and pubic hair.

Viv apologized to Rosy for me getting come on her lovely sofa but she said not to worry as she would come and clean it up. She then did just that as she stood up and walked around the table knelt down next to me and sucked the two large globs of spunk off the sofa. 'Hmm,' she said, 'I do love spunk.' We all gave a little chuckle to that apart from Viv who was still stood with her leg up on the sofa rubbing her clit. 'Poor Viv needs to come guys.' Rosy said as she ushered Viv onto the sofa next to me. She then got me to move around to the back of the sofa and hold Viv's legs back and wide to display her cunt in a sexy, pornographic way. Laurence and Rosy sat on the floor with their faces inches from Viv's pussy and Rosy then ordered Viv to wank herself to orgasm. Viv moved her right hand to her pussy and rubbed at her clit feverishly, her juices also squelching from her cunt. Rosy leant forward slightly and gently eased her index finger into Viv's cunt with ease. Laurence was hard again and Rosy moved her other hand down to wank his thick cock for him. From my vantage point I got a great view but had to leave my hard cock alone as I needed both hands on Viv's ankles to hold her legs spread wide. Viv had her eyes clenched and could tell she was close. Rosy was now moving her finger in and out of Viv's hole at the same pace that she was wanking off her hubby. Viv then had her release as she whimpered out her orgasm and bit her bottom lip as we all watched a small stream of juice squirt from her hole landing up Rosy's arm. Rosy seemed impressed with the power of Viv's cunt muscles and said, 'WOW!' 

I needed to come again as my cock was swollen to the biggest I could remember and as soon as I had let go of Viv's ankles I had to stroke it. Rosy then sat back in the centre of the other sofa and ordered Laurence and I to sit either side of her so that she could wank us both together. We did as we were told and Rosy took grip of our dicks, Laurence in her left hand and me in her right, and started to wank us off together at the same pace. I looked at Viv sat across from me with her pussy still on view with a slight puffy redness to it. Viv was gently stroking herself as she watched Rosy wanking us off. Rosy then asked Viv if she would like to suck on her pussy whilst she wanked us off, and much to my surprise she agreed. 

Rosy shifted slightly forward in the chair and hooked one leg over mine and the other over her husband giving Viv a perfect angle of attack. I am pretty sure it was the first time she had eaten pussy but Viv gave it her all; sucking, nibbling and slurping away at Rosy's already dripping cunt. Rosy and Viv were looking into each others eyes as Viv sucked away on her pussy in the same way that Viv had taught me to do to her when I ate her out. Rosy's hand action was taking its toll and I was near ready to come again but didn't want to fight it. Rosy could tell I was near by my heightened breathing and squeezed my dick just a fraction harder with her strokes going the full distance up and down. I held back for as long as I could before depositing my second load all over Rosy's dainty little hand with a grunt of satisfaction. 

After squeezing the last drops from me she took her hand to her mouth and licked off the spunk with her tongue. Talking of tongues I was watching Viv's diving deep into Rosy then flicking at her clit as she moved out then delving as deep as it would go again. Laurence then announced that he was going to come and Rosy asked Viv if she would like to swallow it. Viv didn't need asking twice and pushed Rosy's hand away before clamping her mouth around Laurence's cock and bobbing up and down. Rosy decided she still needed attention and pushed my head to her lap and ordered me to make her come. I ate Rosy for all I was worth and suckled on her hard clit whilst delving my tongue as deep as it would go. 

She tasted slightly different to Viv, not better or worse, just different. I peered to my left to watch Viv giving this new friend of ours a blow job just in time to see her pull away slightly and wank his cock as his spunk spewed out for the second time (Viv has never been a swallower, fussy girl!). Rosy too was ready for her second orgasm as she was pushing my head to her cunt to get a better contact as I felt her shudder under my lips, my mouth firmly locked onto her wet hole. By the time Rosy let me free Viv and Laurence had traded places and he was eating her out using both hands he held her cunt lips open and pounded her clit with his tongue. Viv came very quickly on his mouth as I sat watching whilst playing with Rosy's nipples. We all collapsed in a tangled mess on the one sofa as we came down from our highs Viv and I in a perfect position to kiss each other and taste the sex juices off each other. 




Wet Weekend



It was now past 10 o'clock and Laurence suggested that we stay the night in the spare bedroom to which Viv and I agreed. Having got up off the sofa we continued upstairs to the spare room and we said our goodnights. Although in a strange house Viv and I had no qualms about shagging in their house, we didn't even try to keep the noise down. Having come twice already I managed to keep going for well over an hour during which time Viv had four more orgasms. We think Rosy must have had at least two more also as we heard her screams of pleasure (it was a good job they lived in the country as I think Rosy was a very noisy lover). 

The following morning we were woken at 11am by Rosy knocking on the door and walking in (not waiting for a reply from us). She asked if she could take a few pictures of my cock and Viv's pussy before we left as a souvenir, no faces or anything like that just close ups. I was game, as was Viv so we threw the covers off and Rosy moved in close taking a picture of my soft dick with her digital camera. Having taken a few like that she asked Viv to get me hard so she could take some pictures of me hard. Rosy leant over and took my dick, weary from the previous days exertions, in her mouth and blew me until I was rock hard. She then pulled away and let Rosy take more pictures. Next it was Viv's turn and Rosy got in close between her legs and took some pictures, commenting on how nicely fucked her pussy looked. Finally she got first me the Viv to hold her lips spread open and she took lots of pictures of it like that. It was then time for us to go and we said our goodbyes but not before exchanging insurance details and e-mail addresses. As we drove away Rosy and Laurence stood on their driveway naked to wave us farewell. 

The rest of our break away was so wet and miserable that Viv and I simply lived off room service and fucked each other's brains out. I think the hotel thought we were on our honeymoon as on our last day they sent us a bottle of bubbly with a note saying, 'Congratulations'. We got home to find e-mail from Laurence and Rosy that had attached some of the photos they took of us. They also attached 15 of their own photos of them: showing off naked, fucking each other, wanking and best picture of all was one of Rosy. She had a large cucumber up her pussy and was holding a piece of paper with a message saying, 'Wish you were here Andy & Viv, hope to see you soon, L & R.' Looks like we will be going back soon! 



Wet Weekend



Martin:

I had recently moved into the neighborhood and didn't know a lot of people as there didn't seem to be many kids of my age in the small town, but somehow I managed to get to know Martin Harris who delivered the papers and although he was two years younger than my twenty one years we became friends. Occasionally I called for him to go and play ball in the park. 

His family had their own wonderful villa in Greece with a magnificent view of the sea and an indoor heated pool in a grotto that had a view of its own!

Apparently, it later turned out that his father had left home when he was very young and his mother had brought up the family on her own. She often left the kids with her eldest daughter while she went to work. Thing were good for her career and she retired at a very young age. This meant of course that she could spend much more time in the home, and that the eldest sister could concentrate on the more important things in life, like boyfriends. 

Martin told me later that apart from his twenty-year-old sister he also had another sister aged nineteen, and confided in me even later that there was a lot of swimming and water play in their vacation house. Everyone enjoyed it. 

Me:

Being young and a male, I was VERY interested in seeing women in swimsuits. In addition, the thought and sights of females in the water had caused a feeling of arousal within me for years. This was even more true if the women happened to be underwater and holding their breath. Dunking was a big plus!

I had saved this old picture from a Playboy Magazine with an article on "What Girls Like in a Swimming Pool". It was creased with age but little did I know that I would soon be living my dream.

Obsession:

My Aquaphilia started one Sunday morning when I was visiting his house and staying over night. His mom had gone to early Church Service. I took the dog out for a walk. Here is what triggered my obsession.

Martin's twenty two year old sister had a friend staying over and I heard them giggling away in her bedroom as I went out. When I came back about half an hour later they were still giggling but in the bathroom now and I could hear noises, which you would not usually hear downstairs. I crept up the stairs very quietly and saw that the bathroom door was open. 

They lived in a big old house and the bathroom was a converted bedroom with a very large old-fashioned bathtub standing out in the middle of the room. Since there was also a huge mirror on the wall I could see the entire bath area in it. 

The girls were playing some sort of game where one of them disciplined the other. His naked sister was chastising the other girl all around the room. She caught her and before long, they were both naked standing next to a plastic bucket of water.

His Sister:

His sister told her to hold her breath and she pushed her into the bucket so that her head was underwater and she could not breathe! She held her under for almost a minute and I moved closer to take it all in. The other girl was shaking and twisting trying to get away. Finally she released her and she ran to the far side of the bathtub.

She turned on the water and they resumed their game. This time she chased the sister and when she caught her she made her pay the head in the bucket penalty! They did this again and again with the friend and then with Martin's sister both taking turns. I could clearly see their naked twats as they bent over into the bucket as they extracted their mock torture! I had seen girls naked plenty of times before but never from this angle.

After a while the tired of that and both settled down and slipped into the now full bathtub of water. I moved closer to watch – still from the hall. I was pretty confident that they could not see me.

His sister and her friend were both in the bath at opposite ends of the tub with just their shoulders out of the water. They were giggling and wriggling about with the water splashing using their toes to tickle each other's breasts under the water. Every now and then a foot would come up out of the water and splash the opposing person's face with a mighty wave of water. 

Her Friend:

Suddenly both her friends' feet showed above the surface and she splashed Martin's sister hard – a little too hard. They squealed with laughter as she did it. The sister gasped and spluttered and said, "Stop it!" The other girl only splashed harder and laughed more. 

Unexpectedly the sister grabbed her friend's ankles and pulled them towards her while lifting lifted them up. As she did it the other girl's laughter turn into a short squeal that was cut off as she went underwater. Tons of bubbles came up. Martin's sister laughing as her friend grabbed the sides of the bath and tried to pull herself to the surface. 

She just lifted her feet higher and kept her head underwater. Doing that, she sat up higher and hoisted herself out of the water to get better leverage. I saw her breasts glistening wet and wobbling with water pouring from her nipples. Of course I'd never seen a girl in person like THAT before and I just stared open-mouthed – and ridged cocked!

The other girl was bubbling frantically and waving her arms in the air so the sister lowered her feet. She came up wide-eyed while gurgling and gasping. She opened her mouth for a breath but the sister lifted her feet again ducking her underwater once more. This time it was only for a few seconds. She let the other girl come again spouting a stream of water. 

Marin's sister pushed herself up to sit on the end of the bath shaking with laughter and now I could see all naked female beauty of her in the mirror. I'd never realized that girls would sit like that with their legs wide open before! 

The other girl pushed herself up and got up onto her knees in the splashing water. She was facing me but she did not acknowledge that she saw me if she did. I saw that her breasts were bigger and bounced about more as she gasped for air. I looked at her slit between her long legs and I was just totally enthralled! 

"Oh that wasn't fair!" she gasped, "I wasn't expecting that and I swallowed a gallon of water when you ducked me the second time!" 

Retribution:

Martin's sister stopped laughing and slid off the side and back into the bath on her knees. "Alright, you can duck me the same way", she said. 

She lay back in the bath with only her face showing and lifted up her feet as an offering. Her friend squealed and grabbed her ankles then lifted them right up so that the sister went underwater. The sister didn't fight. She just floated there underwater with her legs and cunt out of the water.

Her friend only let her up long enough to get a quick breath before ducking her under again. She was frustrated that Martin's sister was not reacting and fighting her. This time she lifted the sister's legs even higher and put a hand up between her thighs. 

Martin's sister began to wriggle and bubble frantically so her friend let her face just come to the surface then ducked her again. I could see she was doing something with her finger before she let go and sat back. The sister coming up to spout a long stream of water before she struggled onto her knees spitting and gasping. 

"Oh! I never did that to you!" the sister gasped. 

"But YOU nearly drowned me!" the other girl grinned. 

"I've swallowed gallons of water as well!" the sister said, "But it was worth it though! You really got my pussy going!" 

I saw that her nipples had changed from pink to dark red and were standing up like little sticks. I was really learning about girls! 

"Your turn!" Martin's sister grinned. 

Hidden Finger:

The other girl nodded and giggled lay down in the bath like the sister had done. I could see in the mirror that water was trickling from her crotch. The sister stuck out her middle finger and pushed it in somewhere between her legs. The friend's legs started to jerk about. I could hear the bubbling while the sister was giggling and laughing and really wriggling her finger about inside of her. 

Suddenly I actually saw water spurt up from the surface of the bath and heard a high pitched gurgle as the girl's legs went stiff. Her toes pointed straight up as Martin's sister shrieked with laughter. She gave another wriggle to her finger before letting the girl up. She took her under her arms to lift her onto the end of the bath. She sat with eyes tight shut and mouth wide open as her breasts heaved up and down. I could see that her nipples were sticking out hard as bullets too. 

"Oh shit, that was fantastic!" the girl gasped, "And I only swallowed a little bit, just when you hit my G-spot." 

"It's better than doing it to your-self, isn't it?" Martin's sister asked. 

"Oh yes! And cumming underwater is the best of all!" the girl nodded. 

It was only then that I realized there was a special significance in going underwater as for me it had been just something that happened sometimes but for these girls it was obviously quite something else! 

"Come on then, let's have our customary breath-holding contest", the other girl said, "Last one up takes a freezing shower!" 

The Contest:

They took deep breaths then both disappeared. I could not believe how long they could stay down the bubbles coming up every now and then but still they stayed underwater. I was sure they must have been drowning but Martin's sister bursting to the surface shortly afterwards mouth open and gasping. Her friend stayed underwater for a short while before she too came up with her breasts heaving as she took great gulps of air. 

"You win! You always do!" the sister exclaimed then reached forward clamp a hand on the other girl's head and push her vigorously underwater while the other girl grabbed the sister's head and pulled her under too. The pair of them rolling about and taking short, desperate gasps whenever they briefly surfaced the gurgling as they were plunged under again and their open mouths filled. 

I could not believe that girls were doing that sort of thing to each other as I thought it was an activity reserved only for boys! As last, they sat back on their heels gasping and laughing while spitting water. 

"Go on, dive for the plug!" Martin's sister urged. 

Martin's sister's friend took a deep breath and ducked underwater again with the sister's hand on the back of her head to keep her down. A few bubbles came up and when she straightened up she had the plug in her teeth. Standing under the shower which was at one end of the bath as the water went down while I watched spellbound as she turned herself about so that the water ran all over her just like a statue in a fountain! 

It was then the sister's turn and she really did take a cold shower amazing me as I couldn't believe that any girl would be brave enough, especially Martin's sister. I watched as she stayed there turning about like her friend. In the mirror I could see her skin was all goose-bumps and she was shuddering so much the water from her nipples was flying in all directions. 

When she stepped out and tried to speak her teeth were chattering so her friend wrapped her in a big towel then stepped under the cold shower herself for a few seconds squealing and giggling before she began to towel herself. 

Suddenly downstairs, the dog barked! 

Game Over:

"They're back! Quick, shut the bathroom door!" Martin's sister exclaimed. 

It was lucky when the friend shut the door she didn't look outside or she would have surely have seen me. I could hear them giggling and laughing inside like I often had except this time I wasn't thinking, "Silly girls! I'm glad I'm not one!" as quite apart from the 'anatomy lesson I'd just had I was now thinking of girls in quite a new light! 

Breakfast:

Martin's mom came back from church and we sat down to breakfast just before the girls came down and joined us looking sweet and innocent. 

"Did you sleep well dear?" the mother asked our guest. 

"Oh yes thank you", she answered, "And I had a lovely leisurely baths this morning." 

"Oh good, that was nice for you." the mother nodded. 

Martin's sister seemed to have dropped something on the floor under the table and was trying to find it while I just had to look down at my plate and prayed no one would notice my color, specially the girls! Fortunately no-one took much notice of me at breakfast-time! However, that was how a life-long interest in ducking and underwater fun started!

The girlfriend stayed overnight for the second night and I told them that I had seen them playing around in the tub. They made me swear that I would not tell anyone and I agreed. I asked if I could watch them again that night and they said that I could!


Back to me:

They filled the tub with water and told me to climb in. I did not want to take my clothes off but in a way, I did. Taking off my shirt was not enough and soon they coaxed me out of my pants and underpants. I climbed into the tub expecting one or both of them to join me.

Martin's older sister got hold of me in the bath and dunked me underwater. She did this many times that night and I actually liked it after a while. She would gleefully hold me down until I was thrashing and losing my air. I think that she could have completely drowned me if she could have gotten away with it. When I was underwater she would reach down and hold onto my penis to keep me under.

A few years later she held me underwater for the longest time ever! When she finally let go of me and skipped out of the bathroom I shot to the surface frantically gasping but fully aroused. I knew that she saw my felt my erect penis under the water as I ejaculated into the tub all round me. I suppose I enjoy the thought and feeling of dunking games today because of her. 

I vowed to get her in the tub with me someday. And then I would put my cock to good use!!!

The end – or maybe it isn't...



Wet Weekend



I had been in Sydney for a couple of months. A girl from Bourke who had recently broken up with her boyfriend, and moved to the city for a new job and a new life. And what a new life it was. Lots of freedom, a good job, girlfriends and men. Did I mention men? The boys from Bourke were shy, inept, inarticulate. Mostly. Jim was OK, we had been together for three years, but he wanted to marry me and have babies. Married was sort of OK, babies was not. At 25 I wanted to live life, at 35 perhaps a baby. Apart from that, Jim and I were happy together, we laughed a lot and had fun in bed.

Wow, Sydney!. I quickly made friends and moved in with three other girls. What freedom. It was just a given that you would party all weekend, and have your boyfriends back on Saturday night and have wild sex with them, and no one bothered about doing it quietly. No small town gossip, no parents to report back to, no whispered "slut" as you walked pasted. I will admit that before Sydney I was far from being a virgin, but here was amazing. I quickly shared my bed with a succession of men. The girls even hooked me up with a lessie, because I was still a virgin in their eyes until I had at least tried it with another woman. It was OK, we both had an orgasm, and feeling her tits against mine was quite lovely, but no hard thrusting cock, it was not quite right for me.

We all had casual lovers, shared boyfriends and occasionally had serious boyfriends. We talked about it all, no shame, no hang-ups. We never did anything really kinky. Sucking your man's cock, and him fucking your box was about it for us. Maybe an occasional squirt on your stomach or face. And masturbating. I had been masturbating since I was fifteen, but totally secret. In Sydney we did it in front of the television, did it to our boyfriends, did it together. I was just another natural part of the fun. Wednesday night was the hump of the week, last weekend was a memory, next weekend a dream. It was sexy video for the girls, we loved the lady porn, big muscled men with big cocks having lovely sex. We always ended up fingering our pussies, and talking about the men, and how good it would be to feel one of those huge things in your box. It would have been weird not to part your legs and touch your pussy under your dressing gown. 

I met David at a party. He was one of the swarm of boys who hung around the flowers. We danced and chatted, and he took me home to bed, and we had lovely sex. He sent me flowers, and we had sex. He took me to the movies, and we had sex. At the weekends we went on picnics, and we had sex. I had not had any other man for a couple of months, and it was going so well.

Then a phone call from Jim, coming to Sydney this weekend, could we catch up? Cath voted "No way", Marie said "Coffee only", Helen shouted "Go for it girl". I agonized for a full five minutes before I rang him back with an "I'd love to." Here was my plan. Tell David that my school girlfriend, Jane, was down from the country for a weekend in the city, so I would not be able to meet up with him that weekend. Tell Jim nothing.

Friday after work I went to pick Jim up from the airport. Wow, he still did it for me. Hugs and kisses. And then we sat in the waiting lounge and had the "big talk".

"Jim, I've got something to tell you. I've got a boyfriend. In Sydney."

His poor face fell.

"A kiss and cuddle sort of boyfriend, or the other kind."

"The sleeping with kind. We have been together for a couple of weeks now. Its not love yet, but it might be soon."

So he offered to go. Always the gentleman. But I told him that I wanted to spend the weekend with him, as an old friend, and my only true love. So we went to his uncle's house, where he was staying. It was a lovely old place, overlooking the harbor, and best of all Uncle was away. We had dinner on the verandah overlooking the boats and talked about what we would see tomorrow, the ferry ride, the zoo, the beach ... and then he lent over and kissed me.

"See you in the morning Wendy. Boys from the bush are early to bed, and ... I'm glad you found a new life here. And ... a boyfriend." My heart was breaking for him.

So that was it. The darling. I went to my lonely bedroom. I was thinking about ringing David and doing ourselves over a sexy phone call. Went to have a bath first, and accidentally walked in on Jim. The house was so small it had only one bath. I saw that gorgeous cock of his, the cock that had given me so much pleasure, so many times. Saw the balls full of the semen that used to end up in my body. And that was it. I dropped my robe and went to him, and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him and he moaned and I kept sucking until he pulled me off and held me to him.

"I want to do it inside you."

"I can't. I cannot do it tonight."

"Why not, is it the wrong time of the month?"

"No ..." And I told him why. Gently, but if I was going this far, I wanted him to know it all.

"You know I was a bit late to pick you up at the airport. You see I stopped off to see David, he's my boyfriend, in his office. And he had sex with me. And then we went for coffee. And then we went back to his office and we had sex again. He screwed me. Twice. No condom, no pulling out. "

I waited a bit to gather my strength and let the words sink in.

"I've still got his cum inside me. I put on a panty liner, that stops me dripping as I walk, but its holds the cum inside more. That's why I still have my panties on. I didn't dream that you and I would do it, but when I saw you cock, it was just too much, and I wanted you. Please let me suck you off, at least so I can feel your cum in my body again. In the morning you can fuck me properly." "If you still want to".

He held me tighter.

"I don't mind. I want to fuck you now." We were getting off on each others words.

"You can't fuck me with another man's cum inside me. He fucked two loads into me, up me, and its all still there. Do you get it? ... he fucked me. He fucked me and spurted inside me, in my .."

I hesitated a bit, but then went for it, I wanted him to know how I had changed.

"in my cunt. He fucked his big cock into me and spunked up inside me, and then he did it again. Fucked me again."

"I know my darling girl. You let your boyfriend fuck you, and he filled you with cum."

"No, that's not it. I did not 'let him' fuck me, I went to his office to get fucked, I wanted to fuck, I begged him to fuck me. I thought about getting him to pull out, but I just couldn't ask him to do it. So he fucked his load into me. You know, when I walked through his door, I knew that I would walk out with his cum in my womb. I wanted it"

"Are you on the pill?"

"Of course, silly. The though of getting knocked up might be a turn on, but I sure don't want it to happen. Not yet."

He pushed me onto the bed, and pulled down my panties. Instinctively I held my legs together, and my hand went to cover my box. But then the slutty me took over. I spread my legs and put my hands behind my head.

"There is nothing there, just a bit of cum around the outside."

I squeezed.

"Oh fuck", he said and I could feel it running out of my slit. "You've been fucked." Master of the obvious. He gasped his cock and entered it into my cunt. And then thrust hard into me. It went in all the way and squished. Squish, squish as he fucked into me. I was in squishy slutty heaven. With the talk, and the feelings, and the total slut behavior, I cum quickly, and soon after he too gave me his load.

That weekend we had sex a couple of times. Actually, we fucked like rabbits. It was no longer just me who was the slut, we both were. I told him about every man who had ever done it to me, and about sex with Fiona, and about masturbating with the girls. We reveled in my sluttiness, and that made him slutty too. And we agreed to get back together again, but this time differently. He would get a job in Sydney. We were going to be friends and lovers. And we both wanted to have it off with others too. We were both going to revel in each other's sex. We talked about babies. How I wanted his baby inside me one day, how that thought turned me on, and he told me it turned him on too. We agreed to try a pretend baby making session one day, and I would go out with a pillow under my dress to look preggie.

On Sunday morning he suggested the supper slutty end for our wet weekend. I took a bit of convincing, not because I did not love the idea, just that I was soooo wet, and a bit sore. He got me to ring David and invite him over to sleep with me that night. I would tell David that I had just taken Jane back to the airport, but was still staying the last night at her brother's house. The story was that I needed him after two days without a man, and it would be OK because Jim would be out most of the time. It took David about half a second to say yes. Jim jammed my bedroom door open, and I ruffled the sheets so it looked like I had slept there. Then he took me to the shower and washed me, and dried some of the cum out of my pussy, and helped get me ready for my lover.

I met David at the door and took him in to Jim to introduce him. I kissed him in front of Jim. You cannot believe how sexy that was, with our shared secret. Then Jim left the house, saying "have fun.". I kept David at bay for about an hour, then took him into the bedroom. Jim had silently returned, and was looking at us through the door. I started to talk, lovely fuck talk. Lots of dirty fuck talk to David, and soon he shot it up me, with my eyes glued to Jim. Jim went and loudly shut the front door, then and went off to his room. David was relieved that he had done me before Jim 'arrived home'. My slutty heart was racing. Started sucking his cock and got him to fuck me again, and this time I was 'trying to be quiet'.

Next morning we walked hand in hand to the kitchen where Jim had breakfast ready for us. He knew that for me nothing said 'I love you' more than making breakfast. I apologized for being a bit noisy last night, and said I would wash the sheets. David's face was red. I offered to take Jim to the airport. Which he 'reluctantly' accepted. I kissed David goodbye, a big sloppy kiss in front of Jim, then watched him leave.

Jim took my hand and led me back to my fuck room. He touched the cum spots on the bed, and put his finger in me, just to make sure. He watched me dress for the airport, and handed me a panty pad from my purse. We held hands in the taxi, held hands waiting for the plane, and we kissed as lovers before he left.

He phoned me later to say that he masturbated while watching the show, and later on when listening to me getting fucked. He also jerked off again in the morning, because he wanted to see if he stilled loved me when he was drained. Well he did, and many lovers later, we married, and did the preggie thing for real. Twice. I can imagine me as an old gray granny, dripping with lots of creamy wetness, and still holding my love's hand.



Wet Weekend



Melanie lay back on the couch and stared out the window at the steady rain. It had been raining for two days straight so far with no end in sight. Sustained weather like this seemed to make everyone crabby. A storm front had apparently stalled and they were the lucky ones to get the non-stop rain. She sipped from her mug of coffee and pulled her robe tighter around her mostly bare body as she stared at the rain through the window. 

She had worn her sexy black lace bodysuit to bed but it wasn't the warmest thing when she got out from under the covers. Shortly after she had settled in, Dan wandered into the living room, still in his shorts and tee shirt to greet her, good morning. Her steady boyfriend of about six months and now roommate looked totally disheveled. He was rubbing his day's growth of beard on his neck and cheeks. She had been cuddled into her favorite spot since waking and making coffee about twenty minutes ago.

"Good morning, hon," he grunted in as cheery a voice as he could muster.

"G'morning to you sleepyhead," she teased him.

""How long ago did you get up?" he inquired. "About fifteen minutes before me?"

"What can I say?" she replied. "I'm not too excited about this weekend, yet. I was hoping to get out there and go riding on the trails with you today. Got any alternate plans for something indoorsy?"

"Sure," he said with his first mischievous grin of the day. "Slide over."

He joined her on the couch by forcing his way in between her back and the arm rest. He slipped his hand into her robe and wrapped his right arm around her midsection. Melanie set her mug down on the coffee table and turned her attention to Dan. She could feel his erection against her thigh as he pulled her close and lifted her robe to expose her bare legs. 

Dan somehow maneuvered beneath her and pulled her petite frame around and onto his lap. He used the armrest for leverage and as support under his back. She leaned down to kiss his mouth as she opened the robe and centered her body over his erection. She loved the teasing feel of his cock when it pressed against her crotch through her sheer undergarments. She looked down as he pulled her bodysuit aside between her legs and guided his cock into her moistening cunt. She moaned as he slowly pressed it up and into her tender opening. 

"Do you think we could make love and play sex games for an entire weekend?" she asked as she ravished his face.

"Yes, because it's just you and me and I have a lot of exploring to do. I do have an idea to make it a little more exciting though," he replied when he came up for air.

"Oh? Do tell," she inquired as she slipped the robe completely off and onto the floor.

"You know how we were just talking about how unrealistic those extravagant sex fantasies can be. Like that billionaire who flies his subordinate in a helicopter and stays in exclusive hotels and apartments all over?"

"Oh yes, remind me to have the maid bring me my vibrator," she laughed sarcastically. "Oh wait; she would probably be using it if we had a maid."

"Exactly. I challenge you to take turns with me in coming up with erotic ideas using only what we have here in the apartment. If you fail to come up with something really erotic when it's your turn and you give up, you lose."

"And just what exactly would that said person have as a consequence?" my love, she asked as she slid down onto her knees between his legs.

"I think that person would deserve to become the slave to the victor for a week," he decided as he tilted his head back as he enjoyed her stimulation.

"Just one week? I don't think you could get all my desires met in just one week," she challenged him. "Show me you have some balls and make it two."

"If you're that confident then I think we could do that – two weeks then?" he could barely get the words out before he moaned and came. She continued to pleasure him with her hands as she held his load in her mouth. She climbed back up to his face to share his semen with him as she engaged him in a long, French kiss. After they both slowed and cuddled they sat quietly thinking about the new proposal.

"Anything off limits?" she asked with a mischievous look of her own. 

"No, I don't think so but then again I'm not sure what you have in mind... or what kinds of things you may have hidden away in your secret hiding places. So far, you've seemed pretty innocent and pure but it's usually the quiet ones that you have to watch. You get those naughty streaks and you have that look about you for some reason today. Are you all horned up from our escapades last night and this discussion? Let's throw in a safe word like "red," just in case," he suggested.

"Perfect, "she agreed. "Because I'm feeling a little kinky now that we're talking about sex fantasies. I want to be dominated and I think I'd like you to submit to me for a change too. Are you ready to show me your submissive side? 

"Hmmm, that could be fun and different," he said. "You aren't a wicked dominatrix are you? Do you have some naughty toys hidden away some place? Do you have a whip?"

"You'll find out what I've got and what I've always wanted to do to you when I get the chance. You know how resourceful and creative I can be in a pinch."

"Certainly something to look forward to, and to make me a little nervous," he said with mock fear.

"Whose turn to choose is it now?" she asked. 

"As I recall, I sort of started it when I joined you on the couch," he said, "So it's your turn now. Let's say we get twenty minutes each time to think up something new and original. I'm going to get a cup of that coffee that smells so good while you think."

"I was up first," she protested. "I think it's your turn."

"Okay, Mel. It just so happens that I'm thinking of something right now that's going to get you warmed up so I will go first or next or whichever turn this is," he offered. "But another rule will be that the other person has to do what the leader says. That is of course unless that person chooses to quit with the safe word. Wait, they shouldn't be able to quit. Let's say that someone says the safe word upon hearing the other's proposal. If that happens, the Dom has to come up with a second idea or proposal if their first idea is out of bounds for the other."

"Okay, I guess," she agreed. "But what if two things are beyond someone's boundaries?"

"Hmmm, we'll need to figure that one out in case it comes up. Maybe a third idea? For now, I don't think either of us would go that far...do you?"

"I don't think I would," Melanie replied. "But who knows where this will lead once we get started?"

"Okay, good (I think), let's just have the two proposal rule for now and hope that we don't need to deal with a third," he suggested. "If it happens, the safe word is sacred and no one should be forced to do something with which they're uncomfortable."

"Agreed," she said.

"Wait here while I get my coffee and a few other things," he said as he wandered into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and then back into their bedroom. As she waited and watched. She felt the excitement build as she anticipated what he would bring, not having a clue what he was thinking.

When he returned he had her vibrator in one hand, something else in his robe pocket and his coffee in the other hand.

"I see my vibrator but what's that in your pocket?" she inquired curiously.

"Oh, they're your ben wa balls, dear."

"How did you know where to find those?" she asked as she blushed, not knowing that he knew about all of her toys.

"I always knew that you had the vibrator. Remember when you told me that night? I just happened upon the balls in the same drawer. Let's take this back to the bedroom," he said as he dismissed the possibilities in the living room. "I'm spent from the orgasm so I thought we'd enjoy some intimate play while I recharge. 

She was eager to begin and rolled off the couch to spend more time with him in the bedroom. She walked toward the bed, and then turned to him. "Do you want me to lie on the bed or did you have something else in mind?"

"Let's see," he said, still thinking. "I think I want you to get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Pull that sexy body suit off of your cunt first so I can access it. Spread your legs a little too."

She pulled the fabric between her legs to one side of her crotch and knelt on the bed as instructed. She could see through his open robe that he was already getting hard again. He set the toys and coffee on the night stand to free up both hands then walked half way around the bed. He guided her by the hips so her head was facing away from him on one side of the bed to get her positioned just right. He pulled her to the edge until her feet were hanging over the edge. 

Dan placed his hands between her thighs to spread her legs a little more. He stroked her vagina from behind, slipping his middle finger into her slit and coaxing her juices. He rotated his hand and massaged her g-spot until she moaned aloud. Picking up the vibrator, he turned it onto its lowest setting and gently touched it to her lips, moving it up over her clitoris. Melanie shuddered at the immediate pleasure. It definitely felt more erotic when it was held by his hand. He slowly rotated it over her lips, making her squeal with delight. He brought the head along her clitoris to the hood and held it there. He could sense her pleasure and impending orgasm. He wanted to prolong it as long as possible so he backed off occasionally. He knew that she had reached orgasm when she shuddered and screamed, "Oh god, oh god" over and over. 

"I wonder how long I can make you cum?" he asked aloud.

"Oh man," she replied. "I just keep having orgasm after orgasm. I might drop right here from exhaustion. I'm getting hot too."

The buzzing of the vibrator stopped abruptly.

"I'm going to give you a rest now before you pass out," he told her. "Stay put."

He patted her on her ass. Dan set the toy on the bed and then picked up her ben wa balls. He warmed them in his hands for a few minutes, exhaling his breath onto them as he cupped them in his hands.

"These are the heavy glass one too," he said as he examined them closely for the first time. "This is a first for me. These are really smooth. Do you use these things for exercise or what?" 

He laughed because he already knew the answer. He took one and brought it to her opening. Pressing on the ball her lips parted and the ball disappeared into her wet opening. She held her breath as he arranged the ball inside of her. He instinctively opened her legs wider to allow him easy access. The ball felt good as he pushed it into her. Pressing with his finger he placed it as far back as he could. He then took the other and inserted it until it made contact with the first. 

"Would you show me how you kegle with these? I've always been curious."

Melanie squeezed her pelvic muscles for a few seconds, and then relaxed. She repeated the exercise as Dan watched with great fascination.

"Does that feel good when you do that?" he asked with great curiosity.

"Yes, it can if I'm in the mood," she answered. "Right now they feel real good. Would you like to feel them too?"

"Hey, that's a great idea. I think I would. " 

He inserted two fingers and probed around to feel the balls inside her vagina. He pushed them around and played with her for a while. He was fascinated by how they moved around together.

"That's not exactly what I meant by feeling them," she told him with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

"Oh, even better," he replied. "Roll over onto your back."

She slowly lowered herself before rolling over onto her back. as she stared at his face. He seemed to be deep in thought. 

"I'll be right back," he told her as he quickly left the bedroom again.

She waited as she heard him rummaging through his tools in the laundry room. When he returned she could see that he had two plastic tie wraps from his assorted supply. He had also gathered two of her tennis wristbands that she kept in a closet in the laundry room. 

"Hold out your hands, Mel," he ordered.

He slipped the sweatbands over her hands and around her wrists. .He walked toward the headboard and took her left hand. Gripping her wrist he extended it above her head and placed it against one of the vertical pipes in their metal headboard. He slipped a zip tie around the sweatband on her wrist to bind her arm to the bed frame. He hurried over to the other side of the bed and secured her right arm on that side of the headboard. He left the wraps a little loose but warned her he would tighten them further if she pulled free.

He slipped out of his robe. She could see that he was as hard as ever. He climbed over her right leg and mounted her. Easing his member into her he felt for the ben wa balls. His cock pushed them to the side as he reached full penetration. He found that they kept moving as he stroked in and out of her. Melanie squealed as the erotic sensation became intense very quickly. Between his balls slapping against her clitoris and the balls moving deep inside she was overcome with the pleasure. 

She assisted in moving against him as he thrust then pulled back. He came quickly and she was not far behind him. They both moaned together as she wrapped her legs around him. Her wrists pulled tightly on the plastic ties as her body tensed. He lingered inside of her before finally rolling off of her to lie at her side. They both were breathing heavily as they lay silently. Dan reached over to the night stand and took out his pocket knife. Cutting the tie wraps, he released her arms. Dan pulled the covers over them both as she snuggled up against him.

"It's your turn after we rest," he said as he closed his eyes. She was already resting too.

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

The loud crash of thunder and a downpour of rain pounding on the windows woke them both. Being wrapped in one another's arms they jumped together at the loud crash. 

"So much for this letting up," she remarked.

"While it feels so good to just spooning here under these covers," he said, "it is your turn my dear to guide us to our next bedroom adventure with whatever you can imagine and find around here. Do you need some time to think up something?""

"Okay, I have an idea but I'm still thinking a few details through," she said as she playfully slapped his bare bottom that was uncovered when he rolled over to face her. "I know what I want to do, I'm just trying to think of household things to make it work right," she explained. "Okay, while I'm thinking this through I need you to get a bowl of crushed ice and a hand towel for me."

He sat up and answered, "Yes Ma'am. Will you be needing any glasses for that ice?"

"No, not right now," she answer, still deep in thought.

He rolled out of the bed and stood. After picking up his robe he slipped into it as headed for the kitchen and then the linen closet for the towel. Melanie gathered a few of her silk scarves from deep within a drawer where they had been for a while. She also discovered some play handcuffs that she had purchased a while ago that she never had the opportunity to use. She took those out of their box in her drawer as well and slipped them under her pillow. She hoped that he didn't know that they really didn't need a key to open. There was a latch that was concealed but readily accessible. He was in a good mood as he unsuspectingly returned.

"Here are madam's things," he said cheerfully as he laid the hand towel on the bed then placed the bowl of ice chips on top of it.

She placed a pillow near the center of the bed.

"Okay, thank you. Now I want you to take off your robe and lie here on your back with your butt on the pillow."

He paused for a moment as he eyed her over, then did as she requested. She meanwhile had opened the towel and poured most of the crushed ice onto it. Taking the towel by the ends she wrapped it into a large ice pack. She set it aside on one side of the bed as she reached under her pillow. His eyes grew wide as he saw the silver hand cuffs.

"Where did you get those?" he asked with a great deal of surprise. Any other things I should know about?"

She smiled, "Maybe but a lady never tells. Give me your right hand."

He held it out to her and she immediately closed one side of the cuffs around his wrist. She pulled his arm up and over his head to the headboard.

"Now give me your left hand," she ordered.

He slowly raised his left hand where she arranged it close to his right where she had slipped the cuffs around one of the bars. She secured his hands to the headboard.

"Hey, I kind of like this side of you," he said with a grin. Look, I'm hard already."

"Not for long," she replied as she picked up her ice pack and plopped it onto his groin.

"Yikes, that's really cold Mel," he said as he fidgeted on the bed. "I think I could get frostbite if you don't take this off soon."

"I am planning to un-excite you for a few minutes, then we'll start the next part," she taunted him without disclosing her plan.

"Hey, I think I'm getting numb too," he complained.

"You know it wouldn't be difficult to find something to use as a gag," she threatened. "Don't be a pussy."

She lifted the ice pack to check his genitals and saw that the ice had been effective. She placed the ice pack into the bowl and set it on the floor. She got her other things and returned to the bed with her colorful silk scarves in her hands. 

"Danny boy, I am going to bend and bind your cock before I excite you again" she announced.

He said nothing as he watched her loop the scarf under his junk and tie it tightly around his scrotum, just between his groin and scrotum, where his balls were seeking warmth. Melanie smiled as she took a second scarf and held it taut in front of his face. She proceeded to fold his flaccid cock then tie the second scarf tightly around his bent and shrunken penis.

"That's not too tight now is it?" she asked rhetorically.

He stared helplessly at this unfamiliar dominant woman. She leaned down and softly kissed his cock before her tongue started running seductively along the shaft. She squeezed his balls with her hands, applying her body heat to his still-chilled testicles. Her touch felt very good but that raised another issue. He could feel his member coming back to life with the allure of Melanie stroking and playing with him. The first sign that things were getting really tight was the throbbing that he felt in his cock. It started as a normal erection but quickly became uncomfortable as the tight ligature preventing the tissue from expanding. The feeling was returning now as things warmed up.

Dan gasped then moaned as things progressed very quickly between the returning blood flow and her sensual stimulation. He fidgeted in the bed as he was both uncomfortable and highly stimulated at the same time. Sensing that this might be too extreme, Melanie began to untie the scarf that held his penis in the folded position. It was not easy to get her fingernails under the tight knot. She struggled for what seemed like an eternity before she was finally able to release it from his cock. She stroked it with her hand in an effort to help alleviate the discomfort and encourage blood flow out to the end. The scarf that she had tied around his scrotum had loosened on its own as his balls descended back down. She removed that as well.

"There you go Dan. Back to your old self. Since we're just starting we can't have mini-Dan injured so soon. I want to do one more thing while I have you here in this state in exchange for you doing something to me. You've mentioned it before."

"Oh?" he asked, his interest piqued.

"Yes, I want to shave you. Both your face which is rough on my skin and your pubic hair that will be nice to get out of the way for later."




Wet Weekend



"You mentioned an exchange," he remarked, "What do I get in exchange?"

She sighed. "I'll allow you to shave me down there too," she answered as her face turned red.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" he asked.

"Well, I read an article about how good it feels when you press and grid skin on skin so I wondered how we would both feel if we removed all our hair around that part of our bodies."

"That part makes sense, MS Cosmo" he said, "But how good are you with a razor? I'd hate to get nicked."

"Trust, Dan. Isn't that what you always say? Besides, I get to do to you what I want when it's my turn do be still now."

He just rolled his eyes and lay motionless as he was still cuffed to the bed. Melanie got off the bed, straightened her body suit and went into the master bathroom. She took the bowl of ice with her. Returning moments later she held his triple-blade razor and his shaving cream and the bowl that was used for the ice. Dan could see a washcloth in the bowl of steaming water

"Let's start slowly." She said as she wrung out the towel and placed it over his face. The warm cloth felt soothing as re relaxed. After the cloth began to cool she removed it from his face and placed it back into the bowl. Melanie squirted a bit of the gel into her hand. She wiped his cheeks and chin, and then continued to lather his entire beard and upper lip.

"Wow I love to watch you move in that incredibly sexy lace bodysuit," he said as if he wasn't even paying attention to the shave. His eyes were fixed on her beautifully graceful body movements.

She smiled back at him and held the razor in front of his face but didn't quite have the look of confidence that Dan was hoping he's see. She placed the blade against his cheek in front of his right ear. Dan made a face as he tightened his jaw. Melanie and made a clean swipe down to his chin. He grimaced and stretched his skin as best he could. That seemed to go well so she continued, building confidence with every stroke. She swished the razor in the water and moved to his left side. She worked on his neck and chin until she had him cleaned. 

"Now for the tricky part," she said with a sigh. "You are really not that smooth down there. I'll be right back"

She left him alone again, wondering about her next idea. When she returned she had a pair of scissors in her hand.

"This will thin the bushes," she said with a laugh.

Melanie grabbed a handful of his pubic hair and clipped it off before he could even say anything. He watched as she moved around his ball, cutting the hair and placing it in a little pile on the towel.

"There, that looks manageable," she finally decided as she exchanged the scissors for the wash cloth. Re-submerging it in the bowl she wrung it out and packed it around his cock and balls. Once again, she gave it some time as she straightened up her workspace. Removing the cloth she was once again ready to apply the shaving gel. 

She applied the creamy gel over his pubic hair. Dan enjoyed watching her as her touch aroused him again. She continued to run her fingers around his cock and balls as she wondered if she might make him cum. She finally decided that it would take just a little more stimulation. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around the head of his throbbing cock. She tasted his pre-cum on the tip as she ran her tongue across the head. Running her mouth down his shaft she felt the sudden straining in his muscles as je ejaculated again in her mouth. She moved up to kiss his mouth, sharing his seamen with him as she French-kissed him for a long time. Dan moaned again.

Melanie moved back to his groin and picked up the razor. With new found confidence she placed the blade against the base of his penis and stroked the blade outward. After swishing the razor in the bowl of water she took another swipe. She needed to hold his balls out of the way as she progressed but it was actually easier than she first thought. When she thought she was done she ran her fingers over his freshly shaved skip to feel for stubble. Not finding any she wiped him off with a towel. She bent down and licked his cock at its base.

"That is much better," she declared. Now it's your turn."

She unlocked the cuffs with the key so he wouldn't find out how easy they were to remove. He immediately had to feel the effect for himself. 

"It looks rather strange being all bare like that," he finally remarked after he checked out the fine job she had just done. "I think we need to change things up a little bit for you."

"Oh? What did you have in mind?"\\

"Just a little change in venue," he said. "I think I'm going to shave you in the kitchen... on the counter. Of course I want you naked too. Strip off that suit here and I'll take you to the kitchen."

He watched her face for her reaction. She didn't say anything as she slipped out of her black lace body suit and placed it on the bed. He went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers that he slipped on. 

"Bashful about your bald pubes?" she asked with a laugh.

"No, just wanted something less than a robe. I need to be agile if you give me trouble," he quipped back.

"If you say so," she smiled.

He picked up the can of gel and the razor and headed for the kitchen. Dan grabbed a fresh washcloth from the linen closet as they walked. Melanie followed him with excitement, anticipations and great curiosity. He immediately started to adjust the water temperature of the kitchen faucet. It was a removable sprayer design and he held the head down near the drain as he let the water warm up. He picked her up with one arm under her back and the other at her thighs. He brought her over to the counter and set her down across the sink with her bottom resting on the ledge between the two basins. Her arms seemed awkwardly in the way. 

"Here," he finally decided, "Cross your arms over that bodacious chest. We need to keep them comfortably out of the way."

She complied as she struggled to make herself comfortable. She placed her feet on the far edge of the sink and laid her back on the counter on the opposite side. The stainless steel sink and Formica countertop were cold. He spread her legs to the edges of the sink. The sudden spray of warm water on her pussy startled her but felt nice and warm. He sprayed her between the legs as he massaged her groin. 

His teasing made her horny again but to her chagrin he stopped too soon. Dan laid out the washcloth then proceeded to wet it with the vegetable sprayer. 

He left her lay while he got a drink of water. He took his time in wandering around the room, checking the weather out of the window. He suddenly returned to her side. He unveiled her wet pussy. The cool apartment air made her miss the warm cloth. He filled his right hand with the foamy gel and rubbed it into her pubic hair. It was quite long and curly yet neatly trimmed on the edges. He suspected that she trimmed it regularly. He spent a long time rubbing the gel into her pubic hair with his fingers, teasing her by tracing around her clit, brushing softly against it. Melanie could feel her body reacting to his touch but was not sure how far this was going to go.

Dan sprayed off his right hand between her legs then picked up the razor. He started hear her waist and ran the blades down to the top edge of her mound. He continued twice more before he realized how much hair he would accumulate. He got another bowl and filled it with water, again between her legs. He placed it in the sink on the side where her legs were straddling. Swishing the hair and cream from the razor he then continued. 

Melanie held her breath as he began to run the edge of the razor along the length of her labia. He seemed to be making long confident strokes as he shaved her tender skin. The perceived danger excited her as he worked around her most sensitive parts near her clit. She watched his face and could see the concentration as he removed all of her pubic hair. He lifted her legs with his right arm under her knees to check for any missed spots. Finally satisfied, he sprayed her off again. He used his fingers to rub her bare skin under the stream of water. Her skin felt strange having his fingers stroking the freshly denuded skin. 

He turned off the water and placed his mouth on her vagina, He ran his tongue along her slit.

"Now that feels nice," he exclaimed.

He continued to eat her pussy as she lay across the sink. She brought her hands down to stroke his head as he continued to flick his tongue back and forth over her clitoris. She began moaning as she became more aroused. The sound of his tongue lapping her juices was apparent. She was ready to go back to the bed to take him into her tingling cunt. She tried to roll from the sink and counter but he held her back. She found that it was very difficult to get any leverage from her position.

"I'm not sure whether it's my turn now or not but I just noticed something that gave me an idea," he told her as he continued to tease her. "Promise me you'll stay here," he said. "I need to get one more thing."

"I promise," she said, raising her right hand.

Dan raced to the living room where he had last seen her robe. He returned with the robe from which he was removing the belt. He laid the robe on a kitchen chair as he approached her with the belt.

"What are you doing," she asked suspiciously.

"Hold your hands above your head with your wrists crossed," he ordered.

"Are you going to tie me up?" she asked with as much surprise as excitement.

"Yes because I know you want me to," he answered as he approached her and focused on her arms. "I know you liked the idea of being dominated. "

"Especially when you get me all horny like this," she said with excitement in her voice. 

Melanie presented her arms over her head and between the cupboards and the counter. Her wrists were crossed as directed. Dan took one end of the belt and tied it around her wrists, then looped it again across the first so her wrists were well restrained. He tied a knot to hold it tightly in place. Another heavy rain with high winds made the windows rattle as he was preparing her.

"You look especially sexy with the bare pussy, Mel," he remarked. "I can't wait to feel that against my bare skin."

"Thank you, Dan. Your shaved balls are quite attractive too," she said. "If you'd let me see them more," she added.

He helped her down from the counter and set her feet on the floor. Using the belt as a leash, he led her toward the kitchen to living room doorway. She followed him as he led her to his inversion bar that was fastened to the door frame. They both knew that it was very sturdy because he liked to don his special boots and hang upside down from it to stretch his back. Dan looped the belt over the bar and pulled Melanie's arms up until they were touching the bar. He tied the belt to it to keep her arms extended over her head.

"I was thinking about your breasts when you have your arms folded over them," he explained. "I think we need some breast time."

He placed his hands over both breasts and gently stroked his hands and fingers in a circular motion over her chest. The cool air and his touch made her nipples as hard as they could be. He liked that and gently let them barely touch the palms of his hands as he continued the circular motion. Dan leaned down to suckle her tits. Melanie loved the sensation of his suction on her nipples and he knew it. She gasped with pleasure. He sucked harder. He stopped and placed his hands on her breast again.

"I'll be right back."

Dan walked over to the broom closet in one corner of the kitchen and looked for something. He found it on a hook on the wall. When he turned around she could see him holding a feather duster. He came back to her and began running it lightly over her breasts. The sensation was a combination of a tickling and erotic touching. It gave her goose bumps as he ran the feather down her belly and over her freshly-shaven pussy. She squirmed uncomfortably as he taunted her with the feathers. She considered the safe word but figured that he would stop any second. Sensing her displeasure from the look on her face Dan stopped tickling Melanie.

"Ooh, you gave me goose bumps," she said.

"In a good way?" he asked somewhat surprised by her comment.

"No, in a bad way."

He respected her limit on that and set the duster aside. 

"Let's see what else I can find in the kitchen before we move on," he said.

He opened the refrigerator and took out a can of ready whip that she purchased for a special desert she had made last Sunday. 

"Everything goes better with whipping cream," he announced.

Dan removed the cap and shook the can as he slowly sauntered over to Melanie. He turned the can and placed a dollop of cream on her left nipple. She shivered at the icy cold whipped cream on her breast. Admiring his artistry he placed another on her right side. He ate the cream from her breasts in a slow, seductive fashion. He re-applied more to her breasts then also covered her vagina. He licked the whipped cream from her body as she watched and felt turned on from the idea as well as the sensations. 

"Would you like some too, luv?" he asked.

"Yes, may I?"

"Sure," he said as he stuck the nozzle into her mouth and squirted the frothy cream until her mouth was filled.

"You know," he said as he looked around the kitchen, "This room holds so much promise for my imagination>"

He opened the refrigerator door and too out a bottle of chocolate syrup. 

"I think warm would be better than cold, don't you?" he said as he placed the bottle in the microwave oven and pushed some buttons to warm it.

When the oven stopped, he took the bottle and shook it to make sure it was properly thinned and to too hot. Melanie watched wide eyed as he came back to her. He stroked his finger down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach and down to her slit.

"I shall now attempt to get the sticky chocolate to follow this path just by pouring it onto your chine. Tilt you head back, Mel. This could get messy. I wouldn't want to be the one to lose the bet and have to clean this up."

She tilted her head back and waited. He placed his left hand on her forehead and slowly began to squirt a small amount of chocolate onto her chin. It ran off in many directions but re-converged on her neck. He added more to the puddle on her chin and the flow reached the base of her neck. As he continued it cascaded down her chest until it reached her breasts. They served as funnels and the warm, sticky syrup continued down between them. The syrup formed a straight river as it ran over her belly and flowed into her navel. 

After collecting briefly there, it began to trickle slowly then faster as it ran down past her waist on its way to her crease. Dan slipped his hand between her legs to catch the dripping chocolate before it splashed on the floor. He stopped pouring and knelt down to lick the chocolate from her pussy as it continued to flow for a few seconds. He then worked his way up, licking her body clean. When he reached her chine e kissed her to share the taste. He spread the thickening syrup inside her mouth with his tongue. She responded with her own tongue as they enjoyed the moment.

Dan untied Melanie's hands from the bar. She could feel how sticky the syrup had made her body as she ran her hand over the trail of residue. She took Dan by the hand and escorted him to their shower stall.

"You're going to start your next adventure by cleaning me up," she said as she swung the door open and turned on the water. "C'mon in with me hon."

They always enjoyed showering together. He was immediately in the stall with her, ready to run his slipper, soapy hands all over her. He embraced her from behind as he began to fondle her body. She reached behind to rub his freshly shaved groin, enjoying the smooth and slippery surface surrounding his cock and scrotum. They had just gotten the soap lathered up all over one another when the apartment shook with a crash of thunder. 

The lights all went out. Having no windows and no light outside anyway it was pitch black in the bathroom. They felt their way to rinse one another off. Melanie was eager to light some candles but Dan seemed content to continue with the cleansing of his woman. After she felt rinsed enough Melanie stepped out of the shower to begin her search for a match or lighter with which to light a candle. She always kept a few large candles on the counter for decoration. Running her hands through the drawers, she finally found a book of matches. She struck one and managed to get one candle lit before the match burned down.

Once again, Dan crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, gently caressing her breasts. Melanie remained still, just soaking up his attention to her body. He ran his hand between her legs.

"Oh that smooth skin feels so exotic." He commented as he traced the outline of her vagina.

She turned around to stroke his freshly shaven area too. "You don't feel too bad yourself," she said as he hand moved outward to stroke his hardening cock.

Dan reached for the candle. "Follow me," he said simply as he took her hand and led her back into their bedroom.

He placed the candle on a night stand and took her in his arms. They lay down together in a dropping motion still held in a tight embrace. The storm raged outside as they cuddled together on top of the sheets. The flashes of lightning illuminated their movements in strobe light fashion. 

"Only one thing to do," he said. "We both want to check out our shaves.

"Sixty-nine," they said in unison.

Dan initiated the change in their relative position. As she lay still, he stepped out of the bed to reverse his position. Slowly descending over her, he planted his mouth and tongue directly into her wet opening. Melanie opened her legs to allow easier aces. Dan straddled her as she guided his midsection to place his erection into her mouth. He ran his fingers gently around her mound as he explored her clit and surrounding flesh with his tongue. He was familiar with her most sensitive spots and how she liked to be stimulated. She used her hands to assist in stroking his shaft in and out of her mouth as she used her tongue and lips to pleasure him. She noticed how exposed his balls felt without the hair that used to surround them. She examined his scrotum in the light of the candles and fondled them for his pleasure. Dan was deep inside her vagina as he ran his tongue in and out, teasing her clit frequently then moving away to other areas. He too enjoyed the hairless flesh as he played with her body. Melanie shuddered as Dan stroked her inner thighs while continuing the oral stimulation with his tongue.

The loud wail from the fire alarm suddenly broke the mood of the moment.

"Is that the fire alarm? Melanie asked.

"You might be right," replied Dan. "It must have a battery back-up. What do we do now? I've never experienced anything like this before."

"Let's see what's happening in the hall," she suggested.

They quickly got into their robes after searching by candle light and opened their door. Emergency lights were on in the hall and many others were peering out of their doors as well. Someone was walking through the halls telling everyone to evacuate the building. Apparently a lightning strike had hit something that caused a fire on the roof.

"So much for our playtime," Dan said as he wrapped his arm around Melanie. "We can resume when we get the all clear."

Finding an umbrella near the apartment door they walked out of the building together and huddled under her umbrella. 

"I wonder whose turn it will be when we return?" wondered Dan aloud.

TBC...