5 comments/ 27416 views/ 11 favorites Anna Says Watch By: eagelwolf This is an passage from part of a novel titled Naked Portraits I'm publishing a piece at a time here at Literotica. Some readers may not be interested in a long read so I thought I'd post a few of the juicy sex scenes just to see what would happen. ********** Hawking Detrick Heinz, Hawk to all who knew him, drove home to his upscale San Diego neighborhood of Mission Hills. Hawk was a bit of a prodigy and at the tender age of nineteen had completed his first year of graduate study at the San Diego Institute of Technology. Prodigy or not, it turned out to be a grueling year at SDIT and he exhaled a monstrous sigh totally relieved that his first year of graduate school was now behind him. A year ago, he had discovered that SDIT had an obscure graduate study called science business and the economy. To annoy his parents, mainly his mother, he had declared himself a business major. He smiled treasuring the memory of his mom, president of the SDIT science board, spitting fire when he told her he was forsaking the family calling to the sciences for business school. Lately though, he was having misgivings and was seriously considering changing his grad focus to anthropology, if such a thing were possible at at this late stage. "You were right mom," he said gloomily, "business school blows.". His cell phone rang. "Speak of the devil," he said as he answered. Before he could say a word, his mom, Olivia Derrick-Heinz said. "I have a new assistant staying in the pool house. When you get home, go knock on her door, introduce yourself, and then drive her to the market or anywhere else she may need to go. The poor thing has no driver's license." Hawk rolled his eyes. His plan was to meet up with his surfing buddies and hit the water to kick off the summer. The thought of spending his first day of freedom driving one of his mom's math geeks around town sucked big time. He took a deep breath and said in a firm tone, "Sure mom happy to." He wasn't being a good obedient son, just a practical one. His mother always got her way in the end. "Thank you sweetie and don't embarrass me by telling her you're a business major," Olivia said. "Say something more worthy like poetry or philosophy, basket weaving even." On that note of disapproval she ended the call. With a big sigh that mutated into a scream at the heavens, he gunned his Jetta south. One hour later, he parked the car in his parent's circular driveway. Seething with impotent anger, he grabbed his stuff, entered the house and rushed up stairs. He dropped his bags on the floor of his room then dashed out into the hallway at full speed. If he could get things done with the math geek fast enough he might still have some time to hang with his friends and maybe even catch a few waves before the sun went down. In the hall, he smacked into someone coming out of the bathroom near his room. It was a woman and she let out a small scream and stumbled. Instinctively, he reached out to grab her as she lurched backwards. Hawk found himself stared at a tall, beautiful and totally naked redheaded woman. In his right hand was the yellow bath towel he had unwittingly liberated from her. "Olivia and Herman are my parents! I live here!" he blurted out before she started screaming for help. She didn't scream, and calmly, with a heavy English accent, she said, "You must be Hawking. I'm Anna Grayson your mother's assistant at the new science wing." Absurdly, Anna Grayson held out her right hand. Hawk took it and they shook. Anna cleared her throat. It occurred to him a little late that she was expecting him to hand over the towel and not shake her hand. Stupidly, he kept shaking her hand, the woman's naked beauty trumping his ability to thing rationally. She was slim with athletic arms and legs, pleasing b-cup breasts and a narrow waist giving her a wonderful hourglass shape. The triangle of hair between her legs was as red as the hair on her head. In her bare feet, she looked close to his height at six feet, every inch of her was covered in faint freckles. Her beautiful face was classic Gaelic with high cheekbones, full lips, and the most incredible green eyes he'd ever seen on a human being. His brain finally found the will to bypass his erection. He stopped shaking her hand and held the towel out for her to take back. She gave him a slanted smile but didn't take the towel. Instead, she walked passed him to the guestroom door one down from his room. His eyes locked on her slim freckled ass until she disappeared into the room closing the door behind her. He stood paralyzed, holding the damp towel staring at the closed door. He lifted the towel to his face and inhaled a musky feminine soap. Breaking his paralysis, he walked to the guestroom door. "My mom said you needed to do some shopping?" He cringed at saying my mom. It made him sound like an idiot kid. He bulled on. "I'll be happy to drive?" "That would be brilliant," Anna Grayson called a good distance from the door. "I'll be in the kitchen? Down stairs? Waiting? Okay?" She didn't answer so he hung the towel on the door knob. "Um, you're towel's hanging on the doorknob." "All right." Her voice was loud and clear, she was clearly standing just on the other side of the closed door now. He rushed away worried that he was totally creep the woman out. He went down stairs to wait for her in the kitchen. As he waited, he willed the erection in his jean to go away. It turned out to be a pointless exercise, no way Mr. Happy was clearing out after all that. Anna entered the kitchen dressed in slightly baggy jeans and a bulky sweatshirt. Her clothes disappeared in his mind for the memory of her nakedness was burned permanently onto his frontal cortex. She wore no makeup that he could see and her damp red hair hung down to her shoulders. She beamed him a sweet smile that gave him goosebumps. "Workmen are putting in tile in the pool house bath so I came to the big house to shower," Anna said in her sexy accent. "Sorry for the exhibitionism. I always use bravado to cover up embarrassment." She walked over to the refrigerator, opened it and suddenly laughed, a sound Hawk could easily get used to. "You probably think I'm an idiot hussy." "No not at all," He said seriously. "Liar," she said and laughed again giving him great joy that he was the cause of her merriment. She closed the fridge door, walked back to the counter and poured herself some orange juice. "My list is quit extensive," she said, "and I don't want to take up your time. I could hire a taxi, your mother will cover the expense I'm sure." "Really, no trouble!" Hawk said failing miserably at sounding casual. ********** For the next month, Hawk made sure he was available to chauffeur Ms. Grayson about town. It seriously cut into his surfing time but a man must make sacrifices in life. His surfing friends absolutely understood after getting a glimpse of Anna at a beach outing a few weeks down the line. Even thought he burned to tell someone, Hawk, always the gentleman, never told his friends of the Anna's nude introduction. She called him Hawking even though he said told her to call him Hawk the way everyone else did. He didn't mind. Hell, if she called him dick for brains he wouldn't corrected her. To say he had a crush on her was putting it mildly. And how many crushes started with seeing the desired one naked? Not many outside of a strip club he wagered. With every shopping jaunt, Hawk learned things about Anna Grayson. She was addicted to running and did five miles a day, she liked black tea piping hot and finds the idea of iced tea repulsive, loves authentic Mexican cooking, American police dramas and tennis. She finished her masters in mathematics at twenty-eight. "That's young but not too young," she told him. "There were two individuals under twenty that received their masters along with me." Hawk's mother recruited her along with a few dozen others from all over the world to help bolster San Diego Institute of Technology's prestige. Hawk's mother was on a big campaign to woo Imperial Industries to SDIT the biggest and most serious civilian company in the space race. His mother, of course got what she wanted. On the latest grocery run Hawk asked, "How did you become my mother's personal assistant?" "First of all for my math skills," Anna said. "Olivia's math skills are good but mine's are far better." "You're being kind," he said. "As a reluctant business major, I'm better at numbers than my mom the physicist." Anna laughed. "But math is not what your mother is about is it? Her genius is putting people together that create results. We call her the match maker." Hawk pushed the grocery cart and followed Anna to the fruits and vegetables. He loved lagging behind her just to watch her walk. Today she wore a pair of faded 501 jeans that had become his favorite. Her ass looked splendid making him want to slip a hand into one of the back pockets. As she critically studied a pair of green bell peppers she said, "One of the reasons your mother hired me as her personal assistant is that I'm beautiful." She put one pepper back and bagged the winner. "You saying that my mom's a lesbian?" Hawk joked. "No silly, the world of higher mathematics is dominated by small troll like little men and many are easily blinded by beauty. I know my numbers and I look like a supermodel. Your mother swings me like a spiked mace at her enemies." "You hate her for that?" He asked. Hawk was a very handsome young man. He kept his blond hair on the long side. Sometimes his friends teased him about how pretty he looked. Anyway, he resented the way his mother paraded him around like a prize show dog sometimes too. She smiled. "No, I like rattling the powers that be. I have an effect on people. I've known that long before your mother thought to swing me at the metaphorical heads of SDIT." They moved on to the alliums and as she filled a plastic bag with small yellow onions she said, "You're attracted to me." It was a flat statement, not a question. Hawk's heart kicked into high gear, but he played it cool, not saying one way or the other. "You have no chance with me you know?" She said as she spun her bag of selected onions and deftly sealed it with a twist tie. She put the onions in the cart and then looked at him with those amazing green eyes. She got close and gently poked a finger at his chest. "You are very attractive Hawking. And way too charming for your own good." She held his eyes and gave him a sweet but sad smile. "You are too young and your mother is my employer." Hawk hoped that his deep disappointment didn't show too much. They finished the shopping trip and Hawk drove her back to the pool house in relative quiet. He helped her unload the food and then with a polite goodbye, he made to leave so he could find some place private to lick his wounds. Anna, responding to his apparent dejection, said, "We can be friends?" The knife turned in his wounded heart. He gave her a brave smile and said, "I can think of worse things." She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. Her green eyes fixed on him for a few seconds. She frowned then said, "Stay, I'll make you dinner." "As a friend I accept," he said happy for the invitation even though it was clearly emotional charity. Over a teriyaki meat stir-fry made with the fresh groceries she bought and cold Coronas, they talked about everything and nothing. Four Coronas into the meal Anna said, "You and I are a lot alike, Hawking. We're both beautiful and we use our God given good looks to get by in life." Hawk could have easily denied it, but since it were true, he didn't. "I think you've had too many beers Miss Anna," he teased. "Perhaps, Mr. Hawking," she said then finished the last of her forth beer. Their eyes locked, and like a door suddenly opened onto a roaring furnace, he felt sexual heat coming from her. He quickly got up, went to the fridge and got her another beer to stoke the fire. He popped the beer with the bottle opener on the kitchen table and then hydroplaned the beer in her direction. She snatched it up and reached for a lime wedge from a bowl of them on the table. She squeezed the lime over the top of her beer, licked the palm of her right hand, sprinkled salt on it, then liberally applied the salt to the shaft of the beer bottle. She lifted the beer to her mouth, took a long deep swig then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. It was clearly a blatant erotic display on her part. Their eyes locked again and she gave him that crooked smile. He recalled that she used that same smile on him when he saw her naked in the hall of the big house. She said, "I get turned on when men watch me." "Okay," Hawk said as neutrally as he could. Blood was pounding in his head echoing his his rapidly beating heart. Anna continued speaking in a low sexy voice, "I especially like it when they think I don't know I'm being watched. I also like it when they know that I know that they are watching." That made no sense whatsoever to Hawk ... but he was greatly intrigued by the topic. Anna laughed. She leaned in close and said, "You want to watch?" Taken by surprise by her vague but interesting offer he said, "I though we couldn't be lovers?" Then he cringed for saying such a stupid thing. "We won't be. You're not allowed to touch only watch." "Watch what?" He asked. His penis was way ahead of his brain having stirred into action long before the start of dinner. But that didn't count for much. Mr. Happy had been standing at solid attention ever since the nude hallway incident months back. Anna laughed again, got up from the table and beckoned for Hawk to follow. Not being a fool, he did. As she walked them through the living room she pulled her shirt over her head to expose a maroon sports bra beneath. "Holy shit," he whispered. She paused briefly to take the time to slid her jeans down to her ankles and then kicked them aside. Her panties were white cotton. Transfixed on her wonderful ass, he followed her to the pool house's spacious bathroom. "I love the new tile," she said casually. Hawk nodded at the new aquamarine tile on the floor and shower walls, but really couldn't care less about the stupid tile. She walked to the mirror, found a hairbrush and brushed her long red hair that always seemed on the edge going wild when she wore it long. Her expression changed and she acted as if he wasn't there. As he watched her brush her hair, a strange pressure pushed at the inside of his skull, the moment seemed so unreal almost like he was dreaming. He hoped to hell he wasn't dreaming though, for it would beyond disappointing to wake up in his bed humping a pillow. Hawk moved from the doorway and stood slightly behind her so that he could see her in the mirror but still allowed for a nice view of her perfect backside in her sexy panties. She put down the brush and pulled the sports bra over her head exposing her freckled chest. Her small nipples and aureoles were the same coppery red color as the darkest freckles on her shoulders and arms. This is really happening, he thought to himself. The drumbeat of his heart grew louder in his head. Facing the mirror with her back still to him, she casually slid the white panties to the floor. Hawk took in her naked ass and then focused in on her wiry red bush reflected in the mirror recalling the countless wet nights since that brief viewing of her in the big house. Anna stepped into the shower stall leaving the door open for his viewing. He now appreciated the new tile as he marveled at the spectacular contrast of her red hair and pale skin against the deep aquamarine surrounding her. He watched her wash herself for ten minutes, although he couldn't honestly say how long she showered. Time had slowed for him in his state of hormonal overload. He was so hyped that he tracked a splash of water from her pubic hair to the shower floor as if it moved in slow motion. She turned off the water, stepped out of the stall and dried herself casually with a big fluffy towel. After putting the towel aside, she walked passed him and out of the steamy bathroom. He followed her into the bedroom and watched her put on light blue panties, a matching tiny bra, a tight sexy black skirt and a white, long sleeve shirt. Hawk never knew how interesting it was to watch a woman dress, it seemed to him that it was far sexier than watching one strip. When she finished dressing, she sat on the bed and dried her hair with a noisy hairdryer, her long red hair took on a life of its own as it dried. After putting aside the dryer she did her best to tame her mass of hair with a black hair band. She got out a lipstick tube from a small handbag and with a small compact mirror, applied pale pink lipstick to her lips. The last thing she put on was a pair of understated silver earrings shaped like raindrops or tears. She assessed herself in the dresser mirror. He could have saved her the trouble and told her she was absolutely perfect. The rumble of an expensive sounding sports car came from outside. Anna went to the living room window and pushed aside the curtain. It was a pointless thing to do because the driveway was blocked from view by the big house. Then her realize that she was posing just for him. She turned and looked Hawk in the eye for the first time since the kitchen and said, "I'm going out to a film with a friend. Lock up for me when you leave." She walked up to him, kissed his cheek and left the pool house. A minute later, Hawk heard the car rev and zoom away with a slight squeal of tires. He stood frozen for a long time. Then he went to the shower, got naked, turned on the water as hot as he could bare and stroked his neglected erection to a huge messy climax on the aquamarine shower wall tiles. ********** A little after one in the morning, Hawk heard the rumble of the car that had picked Anna up for her date. Ten minutes later, his cell rang. It was Anna. "Saw your light on, thought I'd ring," she said on the other end. Hawk got up and went to his bedroom window that overlooked the pool and the pool house. He saw her standing at her living room window. She waved and he waved back. "We need to talk. Come by at nine tomorrow morning. I should be done with my run by then." "Okay." She ended the call, waved again then moved away from the window. He figured that she had sobered up and was seriously regretting their little encounter. The vision of her naked, freckled body in the shower surrounded by blue-green got him up again. For the fourth time that day since Anna had left him alone in the pool house, he stroked himself to personal bliss. ********** Two minutes after nine in the morning, Hawk knocked at the pool house door. Anna answered with her hair in a tight ponytail, dressed in skin-tight red shorts and a sleeveless gray t-shirt that was soaked with perpetration from her morning run; the outline of a dark colored sports bra visible beneath the sweat soaked shirt. "Good morning, come in," she said with a smile and freed her hair with a tug at the band. Hawk followed her to the kitchen; his eyes taking in her pretty ass in the tight red shorts. The honest athletic smell of her mixed with a musky deodorant was heady and intoxicating. "Coffee? Bagel, Cream cheese?" she offered, her voice a bit breathy from her run. Over the coffee and bagels she said, "Our little encounter last night was after a meal." She took a big bite of her bagel and around a mouth full said, "You're quiet this morning." Hawk sipped his coffee then said, "I'm liable to say something incredibly stupid so not speaking seems my best option." Anna laughed. "That is a rare quality in a man so young." Anna Says Watch She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head briefly exposing an ash colored sports bra, the bra quickly followed the shirt. In just her tight shorts, she walked out of the kitchen. Oh my God! This is still on! Hawk thought with panicky glee and rushed after her. He expected her to head for the shower, but instead, she headed to the bedroom. She crawled onto the bed on all fours and then playfully rolled onto her back. She propped herself up on her elbows and asked, "Where did you wank off last night?" After a pause he said, "In the shower." His face turned red at the embarrassing admission. She giggled and said, "No reason to be ashamed of wanking. We all do it." To prove her point, she closed her eyes and slid her left hand under the elastic band of her shorts. After a couple of self-thrilling seconds, she opened her eyes and said in a voice heavy with excitement. "Let me watch you." The question took him by surprise and he wasn't sure what she meant. She laughed and said, "Undress for me, I want to watch." Hawk peeled his t-shirt over my head, dropped his shorts to the floor and stood before her in straining boxer shorts. "My, surfing keeps you fit," she said with an edge of regret. Her hand went back to work under her shorts. "Why ... are you ... just ... bloody ... nineteen?" Sure that she didn't expect an answer, he stood and watched. After a minute she said, "Let me see it all." He peeled down his underwear exposing his erection. "Lovely," she said with her eyes on his hovering hardon. She removed her shorts and panties. His eyes zeroed in the middle ring finger of her right hand working in a clockwise circular motion on her clitoris. Then he flickered to her breasts reduced to small pleasing swells in her reclined position. Then his eyes went to her enraptured face framed by her red wild hair. Excitement trumped all sense of self consciousness as he gripped his ball and stroked his shaft. "Yes," she suddenly uttered and she came. A few seconds later she asked in a winded voice, "You ready too?" "Yes," he said with urgency. "I want to see. Ejaculate on my belly." She propped herself on her elbows. Hawk never thought he'd hear a woman make such a request outside of a porn movie. He walked over to the bed, knelt between her spread legs and in two sharp strokes, exploded six huge jets across her freckled abdomen. His eyes locked in on the triangle of red hair between her legs, fascinated with the white globs clinging there. Anna laughed at the sudden mess. With him still kneeling over her, she brought herself to a quick second orgasm. When she returned to earth, she looked up at him and said, "You see? Everybody wanks. Now get out so I can clean up and go to work." ********** Hawk sat at a restaurant with some surfing buddies swapping stories after a choice day of surfing. As one of his friends exaggerated the gnarly size of the a wave he conquered, Hawk's cell rang. It was Anna. "Am I interrupting?" she asked "Not at all," he said, ready to drop whatever he was doing whenever she called. "Free for some pie and coffee later?" "Sure. How later?" "Nine tonight?" "Be there." For the last few months, Anna and Hawk met a couple of times a week. They would always have something to eat first, then he would watch. Sometimes she would talk to him, other times she would pretend that he wasn't there. Except for an occasional peck on the cheek or the incidental contact, they rarely touched but when they did, it was like being stuck by lightning for him. She never asked him to come her belly again ... but he lived in hope. Most times he would watch her masturbate, bring herself to one, two and sometimes three orgasms. Sometime she would ask him to leave so she could dress in private. But most time, she would let him watch her dress, pretending like he wasn't there and then leave without a word. On those days, he would lie and finish himself in the vacated warmth of her bed. Other times, after getting dressed, Anna would stand and watch him masturbate to a messy climax. A few time she would sit on the bed close. Once she briefly pushed the pool of his semen filling his bellybutton around with an index finger. And then, with little or no comment, she would leave to go to work, or a night out on the town. A few seconds after nine, Hawk walked into the pool house with giddy anticipation but immediately put on the breaks when he saw that she had company. "Hello Hawking, come meet some friends," she said in her pleasant deep accented voice. He approached the sofa and Anna stood to greet him. She wore a light blue short sleeve blouse with no bra on underneath. He could see her nipples through the material, below she wore his favorite faded 501 jeans. Her company, a man and a woman, stood up too. "This is Nanda," Anna said introducing him to a beautiful black woman. "She's from Algiers and works at her a French aviation company." Nanda took his hand and said in deep French accented English, "Anna was not exaggerating you are quite pretty." "Please to meet you," Hawk said as his face warmed, totally taken off guard at being so blatantly complimented by such a stunning woman. Nanda was tallish perhaps five ten. Her dark brown hair had a reddish tint and cut super short in a dense curly crew. Her dark brown eyes seemed abnormally large. She was blessed with high cheekbones and the most amazing full lips tinted with lavender lipstick. She wore a one-piece, sleeveless burnt orange dress that settled just above mid thigh. The dress was made of a clingy material that displayed her fine figure, which was on the slim side of voluptuous. Several gold rings adorned her elegant neck, similar rings clacked at her wrists and matching loop earrings hung from her ears. The exposed skin on her face, arms and legs were a deep rich coffee brown. "This is Alphonse, he's a fireman," Anna said. Alphonse laughed and said, "Emergency rescue actually." He shook Hawk's hand with a firm manly grip. His features were Hispanic with a nose that would be considered big yet was a perfect fit to his handsome face. His hair hung in a loose Elvis like pompadour with enough sideburns for dash. When he smiled, Hawk felt like smiling too. Alphonse was the shortest person in the room at about five seven but hardly the smallest. The guy was wide at the shoulders and built like a running back. His muscled upper body pushed at the seams of his black, long sleeved silk shirt, the same went for his lower half in black cotton slacks. The skin on his face and hands were a dark caramel color and amazingly smooth. "I made an American apple pie," Anna said and left the living room. Nanda and Alphonse sat back down on the sofa; Hawk sat in one of the two matching living room chairs. Anna returned with a tray of coffee mugs, small plates, cream, sugar and a carafe of coffee. She put the tray down on the coffee table, dashed out, and quickly returned with a sliced pie. Hawk poured coffee while Anna served the pie with a mirror like pie server. Alphonse took a big bite of his pie and then said, "This is great. What's the difference between an American apple pie and a British apple pie?" "The Forth of July," Anna said making everyone laugh. The conversation flowed as they ate. Nanda and Alphonse proved quite interesting and charming, but as pleasant as the company was though, Hawk mentally pleaded for them to leave. After the pie Anna pored snifters of brandy. As they sipped the distilled wine, Anna said, "I think Hawking is the only one in the dark about tonight, I should fill him in." She looked at Hawk and said, "Nanda and Alphonse agreed to let you and me watch them make love." Hawk nearly spat a mouth full of brandy onto the coffee table. "Really?" he asked in a stupid squeaky voice. His eyes flickered to beautiful Nanda who gave him a small bemused smile. "Yes really," Anna said suppressing a laugh at his shock. She looked at Nanda and Alphonse and said, "Do as you please. No need to perform just enjoy each other." Nanda put her brandy glass down, stood up, took Alphonse by the hand and pulled him to feet too. They embrace and kissed softly. Anna got up and knelt on the floor next to Hawk who leaned forward in his chair, his mouth slightly agape. He whispered to Anna, "Where did you meet them?" "No need to whisper," Anna answered in a mocking whisper of her own. At a normal volume, she said, "I met them at a charity function held by SDIT." "Are they a couple?" Hawk asked at normal volume too. It felt a little weird speaking out loud with two people kissing just a couple feet away. "No, I recruited them separately. They've met once before and are making love for the first time tonight." Alphonse's hands roamed over Nanda's fine body pulling her in close. The kiss broke and with a playful but firm push from Nanda, Alphonse fell back in a sitting position on the sofa. Nanda removed the gold ring bracelets from her wrists and then the earrings. "I nearly tore an ear off making love in these," Nanda said. Her French accent added a sexy edge to everything she said. "I'm trained to stem the flow of blood," Alphonse said as he undid the cuffs of his black silk shirt. "Can you stem flows other than blood?" Nanda asked. Alphonse smiled at the subtle little joke. Nanda pulled her burnt orange dress over her head giving Hawk a wonderful view of her splendid curvy ass in translucent lavender panties. She did a turn to give Alphonse a view of her backside thus giving Hawk and Anna a clear look at her front. A matching lavender bra pushed her perfect full breasts pleasingly together. Hawk wondered if her lavender lipstick was chosen because it matched her underwear so perfectly. Her flat stomach and narrow waist created a pleasing feminine shape. Her eyes caught Hawk's and they almost seemed to sparkle as she removed her bra allowing gravity to lay claim to her breasts with a stimulating bounce. Her stiff ash-black nipples were surrounded by blackish-purple areolas the size of a Euro coin. Her skin was a perfect dark brown everywhere. She turned back around to gave Alphonse the view. "You are fine," Alphonse said stating the obvious. Nanda slipped her panties down her smooth dark legs. Her perfect ass showed faint traces of tan lines creating the only break in her smooth dark complexion. Nanda repeated her little turn and Hawk's eyes took in the black curly triangle between her legs. She turned to face Alphonse again, extended a hand, pulled him to his feet, helped him to unbutton his shirt and pushed it off his wide shoulders. "Oh my," Nanda exclaimed. Anna gasped in surprised too. Alphonse's shoulders and upper arms were decorated with tattoos that added up to a pair of dragons, their snarling heads nose to nose on his chest. His nipples cleverly formed the eyes of each beast. The one on his right side was predominately black and appeared feathery, the left one, red and scaly. Both were beautiful works of art in striking detail. Alphonse flexed his dragons, and said, "I dated a tattoo artist from Chicago a couple of years ago." He laughed. "I think it totally turned her on using me as her living canvas." Anna got up to get a closer look. "These are brilliant," she said as she ran her fingers over the scaly red dragon. Nanda did the same to the black feathery one on his other arm. As riveting as the dragon tattoos were, Hawk's eyes were more interested in the naked beautiful Algerian woman standing close enough to touch. "This is brilliant too," Nanda declared as she slid a hand over the bulge in Alphonse's silk boxers. Anna backed away and sat on the arm of Hawk's chair and put a casual hand on Hawk's shoulder. The hand stayed put. Nanda dropped to her knees and put her hands on Alphonse's hips and slipped the boxers down his legs. Alphonse's steel hard circumcised erection bobbed free for all to see. "Such a pretty thing," Nanda said in French. She took his erection deep into her mouth without the use of her hands. "What did you say?" Alphonse asked as he looked down at Nanda engulfing his dark brown erection. Since her mouth was full, Hawk answered for her, "She says your dick is pretty." Nanda freed her mouth, looked at Hawk and asked in French, "You speak French?" "A little," he answered in French Sticking to French, she asked, "Do you find me attractive?" "Yes, you are very beautiful," he replied in the same language. "What you all saying?" Alphonse asked. "That he agrees with you that I am beautiful," Nanda said. She smiled at Hawk, stood up, embraced Alphonse and kissed him again with his wet slick erection pressed between them. Alphonse gripped Nanda's ass, his lighter brown hands a pleasing contrast against her dark coffee skin. The kiss ended and Nanda spoke in rapid fire French. "What you say now?" Alphonse asked. "The bedroom's that way," Hawk said pointing. "Thank you," Nanda said as she took her new lover's hand and led him to the bedroom. Anna and Hawk followed. "You are full of surprises, Mr. Hawking," Anna said. "It's been that kind of night," Hawk returned. Nanda and Alphonse fell on the bed groping, rubbing and kissing. Anna and Hawk separated and stood on opposite sides of the bed watching the couple create a palatable sexual friction. Hawk's eyes drifted up to Anna and as she watched the groping pair, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip off her freckled shoulders exposing her bare chest. She unsnapped her jeans and pealed them down; she wore no underwear below either and stood naked across from him. "Got a rubber?" Nanda asked. Anna pulled her bed stand drawer open, produced a condom and handed it to Nanda who nimbly applied it to Alphonse's stiff member. Nanda dropped back onto the bed and Alphonse guided his freshly covered erection to her wet opening. In one smooth thrust, he entered her and Nanda gasped at the sweet invasion. Alphonse's ass slowly rose and fell, Nanda let out a small gasp with each gentle thrust. With empathy, so did Anna. Nanda laughed lustily, slapped Alphonse's ass and said, "Faster and harder dragon man." He answered with a quicker pace and greater force causing Nanda's breasts to bounce with each slapping thrust. Her gasps turned to tiny screams laced with laughter and French cuss words. This is so much cooler than a porn movie, Hawk thought as he watched the pleasant violence unfold before him. An unexpected hand on Hawk's right shoulder made him jump. For a second, he stupidly thought that there was a fifth person in the room only to see that it was Anna. He had been so focused on the love making that he hadn't seen her slip around to his side of the bed. Her arms crept around from behind to undo the buttons of his shirt then she peeled it from his body. From behind, her hands drifted over his exposed chest and abdomen. This was the most prolonged physical contact they had ever had. He was so hard that he literally ached. Her hands fell to his hips and she slipped his board shorts along with the underwear to a heap around his ankles. Anna pressed her naked body against him, her stiff nipples pleasing of interest and subtle tickle of her pubic hair on his ass was mind blowing. Her hands slipped under his arms, strayed down his chest and found his steely erection where she explored its length with both her hands. Abruptly, she pulled away from him and walked back to her spot opposite him on the other side of the bed. Hawk's erection twitched in outrage, but at the same time, he was glad she had moved away for if she had continued to stroke him, he would have exploded all over the couple on the bed. Nanda screamed something uninterpretable pulling his attention back to the bed. It might have been in French, Hawk couldn't tell. Nanda's back arched briefly lifting both her and Alphonse into the air. Her next series of vocalizations were in Arabic and Berber then she released a wholehearted laugh of genuine glee and said in English, "That was very good." She seemed to notice that Anna and Hawk were naked for the first time and her eyes locked on Hawk's stiff erection. "That is very good too," Her attention returned to Alphonse lying on top of her. "Take me from the back." "In the butt?" Alphonse asked. Nanda laughed and then slapped a dragon covered shoulder. "No, if you try that I will tear off your fool's stick and feed it to the dogs. Just enter me from behind." They switched positions, Alphonse gripped his erection and entered her. "Hit it hard Dragon Man," she demanded. Nanda gasped and grunted as Alphonse slammed into her with bruising force and with each thrust she called for more in English, French, Berber, Arabic and perhaps some Italian too. Hawk stared unblinking at the steady bounce and sway of Nanda's breasts. He shifted to the foot of the bed and dropped to his knees to look into her face close enough to kiss her if so chose. Her eyes were closed, her expression serious and focused. Then her eyes flew open and she came loudly vocalizing her ecstasy in all her languages. In a fix of delirious laughter, Nanda leaned forward and kissed Hawk briefly on the mouth, taking his by surprise. She pulled away from Alphonse and fell on her side laughing. Apparently, she had a predilection for laughter after orgasm. She rolled on her back still laughing as she signaled Alphonse to entered her again. He did and quickly got back to ramming speed. With his mouth tingling from her Nanda's delicious kiss, Hawk returned to his side of the bed opposite Anna. Anna propped a knee up on the bed, spread the red patch between her legs and brought herself to an uninhibited orgasm with the fingers of her right hand. When her breathing normalized, her eyes met Hawk's. Catching the giggles from giddy Nanda, she laughed. Fighting to control her laughter, Anna said to Alphonse, "We want a money shot when you're ready." "Where do you want it?" Alphonse asked. "Where ever Nanda says," Anna answered. "Let pretty Hawk pick," Nanda said in a breathy voice. She looked up at Hawk and all the while, Alphonse slid in and out of her. Hawk said, "Your tits." "All right," Nanda agreed with a husky laugh. Alphonse suddenly stopped thrusting, pulled out of Nanda, snapped off the condom and took his rock hard erection in his hand. They slipped off the bed, Nanda knelt on the floor, gripped her perfect dark brown breasts and presented them for anointing. Anna and Hawk moved in close to watch. Seconds later, Nanda yelped in surprise as Alphonse sprayed her breasts with wet ropes of white jizz. "This is such a nasty thing to do," Nanda said, with a deep sexy giggle. Hawk marveled at the contrast of the creamy white fluid on Nanda's dark breasts and darker ash-black nipples. Anna appeared at Hawk's side, kissed his neck where it met his shoulder and said, "Would you like to anoint me in the same way?" The sudden rushing in his head made it hard to think. He couldn't form words so he simply nodded. Better hurry he thought. "Where on our English princess would you like to splash?" Nanda asked playfully. "Her face," Hawk said without thinking. "My face?" Anna asked with a bit of a frown. "Hawking you dirty boy," Nanda said shaking a finger at him. Hawk cringed, he had made the wrong call. This was no sleazy porn film after all. He was about to amend when Anna dropped to her knees before him and gripped his steel erection. "My face," she said as a statement with no question mark at the end. Almost instantly, a gushing rope of fluid hit her right freckled cheek and exploded in all directions. She blinked but kept her eyes open and steadied Hawk's spewing organ in her hands at her face. A second jet streaked across her forehead with enough velocity to push aside a lock of her long red hair. She flinched but held steady as a third jet followed, then a forth, then fifth, then sixth. At the seventh and final eruption, Anna's upturned face was crisscrossed with blending irregular stripes of creamy white fluid. Anna Says Watch Her eyes shifted from the end of Hawk's penis to his face, her expression serious, strangely sad in a way. The odd expression effected him just as much as the sight of his seed all over her beautiful freckled face. He wanted to stand there forever looking down at her just as she was. Miraculously, his fading erection reversed course and sprung up rock hard again. "You Brits throw interesting parties," Nanda said, sitting on her legs to the side, her breasts stripped with wet white lines. Anna let out a laugh and stood. An hour later, with everyone cleaned and dressed, Anna and Hawk walked Nanda and Alphonse to the door and saw them off. When the door closed, Anna stepped into Hawk's arms and covered his mouth in a long slow hot kiss, his erection a seemingly perpetual bulge twitched between them. In a soft voice oddly close to tears, she said, "I've accepted a job in New York, I leave tomorrow."