2 comments/ 11412 views/ 1 favorites Trouble Ch. 01 By: LexiRoseLexi If I had to identify the one thing that's gotten me in the most trouble over the years I'd have to say Facebook is a pretty good contender. Maybe 'trouble' is the wrong word but 'naughtiness' doesn't really cover it. That suggests fun with no consequences and there are always consequences, particularly when other people have access to your computer and can read your messages. The problem with Facebook is that it gives the illusion that you know someone, you see their status updates, their photos, and you comment, they reply, and you build an imaginary friendship with someone you barely know. Often you've never met this person, but they're friends with a friend of yours, or they went to the same school, or they're part of a group that you're part of and so you feel close to them, you start to respond to this stranger with familiarity in the same way you do with your real life friends, things get out of control, one thing leads to another and suddenly you're in bed with your flatmates ex best friend, even though in real life you've never spoken a single word. Afterwards you maybe regret your impulsiveness but it's fine because no one will ever know, after all, how could they ever find out? Then your flatmate borrows your computer and a message pops up because you forgot to log out, he scrolls through curiously, then all hell breaks loose. As I said, consequences. So anyway, after changing your password, unticking the 'keep me logged in' box, resolutely clearing your cookies, history etc before switching off each night, you resolve to be more careful, sensible even. You go through your friends list and cull anyone who's not an actual real life friend, clear your message history, perhaps even remove yourself from Facebook for a while. But eventually you fall back into old habits, adding a few people you went to school with but haven't seen since, girlfriends or boyfriends of your real friends (for photo tagging purposes only), a few work related contacts, nothing too risky, you learnt your lesson the first time round right? Then one day you're home alone. Bored and wishing for a bit of excitement in your rather mundane existence. You've just had a shower and you're sitting on the bed with the laptop resting on your knees and up pops a message... *** "Hello old bean, long time no speak! How the devil are you?" Carl was in the year above me at school. I'd worked with him for a few months and dated his friend for a while but we'd never really hit it off. I was horribly shy at that age and he was one of the cool kids so every time I'd been near him I'd been struck dumb, leading him to label me a stuck up bitch and a snob. Since then I'd gone out of my way to avoid him and as he'd left school that year it wasn't too difficult. I'd heard from a friend that he'd moved to Spain shortly after. Then out of the blue he'd invited himself to a mutual friends party a few months ago and that was the first time I'd seen him in 11 odd years. Mind you it was the first time my friend had seen him in that long as well, but they'd both lived in Spain for a while and now worked on the buses (different companies) and so had been exchanging horror stories about passengers and septic tanks via Facebook for a while. Still, we both thought it was a bit odd that he'd turned up like that, but as he'd just split up with his girlfriend we figured he was probably just looking for an excuse to get out of the house. He turned up still in his work gear and gently took the piss out of us both for several hours before somehow persuading me to take pity on him and give him a lift home. At the time I'd thought it a bit strange, I don't know why but I got the impression he wanted to try something and was hoping to get me alone. Unfortunately for him I also got tasked with dropping someone else back and so I left him at his door and, apart from a friend request on Facebook, had heard nothing since. That was six months or so ago. "Good ta, how about you?" I replied and saw 'Carl is typing' "Cold and on my way to work :-(" "Aww :p" "Why, you gonna come visit me?" "I could be tempted ;)" "You up to much tonight?" "Nope nowt. Why, you touting for another lift home? :p" "Well if you're about at 00:51..." "Sure why not. No point you walking in this weather. Although I've just had a shower and really can't be bothered to get dressed. Would it be bad to come pick you up in my dressing gown?" "Nope, in fact I shall be disappointed if you don't now ;-)" "You'll be disappointed if I pick you up naked?" "You might get cold." "True, I'll probably be cold in my dressing gown as well." "I don't mind you being a bit nippy ;-)" "I'll bet you don't. Perve! So where shall I pick you up?" "Garage? Go under the bridge and park either side. I'll hunt you down ;-)" "K see you then x" "Look forward to it ;-) x" *** See what I mean? It's just Facebook, it brings out the worst in me. Unfortunately it was only 15:41 and I was already shattered. Staying up til 1am was going to be a bit of a struggle. Pulling my dressing gown tighter around me I went to the kitchen to make a coffee then sat at the computer and decided to add another chapter to one of my stories to kill some time. Four hours and two chapters later I was falling asleep at the keyboard and decided I'd have to do something active before I passed out entirely. Unfortunately, it was a bit late in the day to organise anything and as expected the few people I sent messages to already had plans. Then I had an idea. Instantly my mind rejected it as a really bad plan but it stuck in my head and I played around with it, analysing and reanalysing. At 21:00 I gave in. Grabbing some black patent heels and quickly applying make-up, I threw some clothes and a coat in a bag and headed down to my car. The wind was cold through the folds of my dressing gown and I pulled it tighter around me as I walked. Tying the belt securely to prevent accidental slippage. The dressing gown had been a gift from my father after one of his frequent trips to Hong Kong and was made up out of thin black satin with red piping around the edges. I figured with the heels and the bag it would pass as a dress providing no one looked too closely, besides it was dark outside and I was sure there would be plenty of girls wearing less clothing than me. The dressing gown reached almost down to my knees although a stray gust of wind could be dangerous in blowing the edges apart, I'd have to be careful not to accidentally expose myself to the wrong person. Not that I was exactly planning to expose myself to anyone deliberately... *** Parking up outside the depot I slipped on the heels and coat before striding confidently into the main garage. The lights were still on in the maintenance shed and so I headed there first, calling a greeting to the plump, balding guy in overalls, currently standing in the pit beneath a silver Ford Focus. "Working late again Paul?" "Yeah, bloody kids are both getting married next year. You think once they hit 18 they'll move out and start looking after themselves but no, it's 'Dad, I need money for this and dad, I need money for that'," he moaned. "Just wait," I teased, "next they'll be having kids of their own and then it'll be 'Dad, I need you to babysit!'" "Oh don't," he groaned, laughing, "nah they're good kids really, nice to see them finally settling down proper, just wish they could've gone eloped or something instead of this whole white wedding palaver." I grinned, handing him a spanner. Paul was okay. He did most of the repairs on my car out of hours at the garage on mates rates (and with the amount of mileage my car did there were a lot of repairs) . He did the same for a lot of the other drivers as well, working on their cars while they were out on the road, providing there were no buses in need of fixing of course. I'd been at school with both of his boys and they'd both done alright for themselves, one a mechanic, the other something techno geeky to do with engineering race cars. I'd also been best friends with his niece and as her mother was a bit of an alcoholic and mine was just plain weird we'd both spent a fair amount of our childhood hanging around the house or the garage, generally annoying everyone and getting in the way, so we went back a long way, almost family you could say. "What you doing here then Missy?" he asked jokingly, "I'm sure you didn't get all dressed up nice just to come down and pester me. Off to meet some young fella I'll bet?" "Kind of," I grinned. "Got conned into giving Carl a lift home and thought I'd go annoy him for a few hours, save me falling asleep." "Oh," Paul smirked knowingly, "like that is it?" "No," I laughed, "get your mind out of the gutter! He's broken his car again. I'm just being nice. Now wanna give me an idea where I can find him?" "Pfft," he snorted, "you? Nice? Pull the other one! Think he's in 731 tonight, route 5, but the office is all locked up now. Steve's on night bus tonight though, if you grab him before he leaves I'm sure he'll drop you down to town..." "Cheers Paul," I said, bending down to give him a kiss before thinking better of it and blowing him one instead. "No worries," he said, wiggling his fingers from under the car "you youngsters have fun." "Dirty old man," I flung over my shoulder as I headed out the back to find Steve. The sound of Paul's laughter followed me through the open door. *** I hopped off the bus as Steve pulled into the stop, hurrying up the hill to the main stop. It was just gone 22:00 and Steve had told me Carl would just be finishing his 'lunch' break. On the course of the journey over Steve had explained to me that there should be a bus every 6 minutes on both sides, westbound leaving at 00, 06 etc and eastbound leaving at 04, 10 etc. There were no reported delays and the first westbound stop was just over a minute away from the main stop, meaning that I had just over two minutes to cross the road and wait for the eastbound bus back to begin again if he wasn't on either of those first two. Steve had offered to put a call out to find where 731 was at the moment but I'd persuaded him not to, wanting to surprise Carl and fearing that any request for location on the radio would make him suspicious. We'd decided on this one stop bus hopping as the both the most efficient way of tracking him down and also the warmest method. Although we knew vaguely where Carl had been at lunch, we didn't know if he'd gone east or west afterwards and as the route was almost 3 hours in total, waiting for him at the one stop would mean a minimum wait of around 20 minutes and a maximum of 2 hours and I wasn't really dressed for the cold. As I'd said goodbye to Steve he'd handed me a day pass with a wink so at least I didn't have to worry about getting a ticket on each bus and I'd shocked him by giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He was an absolute sweetie and he promised to drop me back to the garage later if I couldn't find Carl in time. I managed to pick up the 06 bus and began hopping back and forth. I'd forgotten how much I hate walking in heels, and standing in a moving bus in them was beginning to put strain on my knees and ankles so I was quite relieved when I saw 731 pull up on the eighth hop. It was too dark to see the drivers face from outside and as I climbed on I was unsure, the people in the queue in front of me blocking my view, all I could see was the top of the drivers black hair and a glimpse of a dark blue uniform jumper. As I got closer I smiled in recognition. It was the right bus. Stepping up, I flashed the ticket at Carl but he just waved me on, seeming not to even notice me as he took the money from the person behind me. The seat directly at the front of the bus opposite the driver was taken by a young lad in a dark jacket, music blaring from his headphones, and so I took the next best position, swinging myself up so I was sitting on the little luggage shelf, legs hanging over the railings and I resolved to wait. It didn't take long, as soon as the last passenger was on he turned. He opened his mouth as if to speak before doing a comic double take. I wriggled my fingers at him and winked as I watched his eyes travel up my legs to where they disappeared into my kimono/dressing gown. Shaking his head he looked away and the bus resumed its journey. At the next stop I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out. "Your legs look very bare," the message read. As he dealt out tickets to the joining passengers I tapped back. "They are." At the next stop it buzzed again. "What are you wearing under that?" Grinning I replied "nothing" and watched as he glanced down and then wriggled uncomfortably in his seat. At the next stop the guy next to me got off and I slid out of the luggage department onto the seat, my dressing gown falling open briefly. As the last passenger walked past me, Carl whispered urgently "you're seriously wearing nothing under that?" "Yup," I replied with a grin. "Not even pyjamas?" he whispered. "Nope, I told you, I'd just got out of the shower and couldn't be bothered to get changed." "But why would you come out like that?" he asked, pulling into the next stop. I waited until we moved off again before leaning forward. "Because you told me you'd be disappointed if I didn't," I replied and laughed as he tried to adjust himself whilst driving. He ignored me for the next two stops before speaking again. "You know I have another two hours to do in this condition right?" "Yup," I said with a smirk. "I could put out a call and get you removed at the next stop." "What for?" I goaded. "Causing a disruption." "But then you'd lose your lift home." He actually growled at me then. "You asked me to visit," I replied cheekily, sticking my tongue out. "Yeah but I didn't realise you'd do it! What kind of person does that kind of thing?" Ignoring the question I pulled out my phone and sent him a picture I'd taken earlier of my freshly waxed pussy. "Just you wait!" he whispered. Wait? I have to admit patience isn't my strong point but this could be fun. "Ever had sex at work?" I sent, spreading my legs a little so that the edges of my dressing gown slipped over my skin, allowing him a clear view up to my glistening slit. "Three stops," he sent back and I felt a shiver travel up my spine as I crossed my legs, the movement causing me to wriggle in my seat as I felt how wet I was. I wondered what he meant by three stops. I'd soon find out I hoped. Each time the bus drew to a shuddering halt I felt the tension inside me increase until I was wound tight with nerves. By the time we reached the third stop I was so tense I couldn't have moved if I wanted to so it was a relief when he turned to me and said "stay," before closing the door and walking up the stairs to the top floor of the bus. Returning to the lower floor he leant into the drivers part, flicking some switches that turned off the lighting and the engine. Then he turned to me with a predatory look in his eye. Threading his fingers into my hair he gripped tightly and pulled me upright, the sudden pain making me gasp as I stood unsteadily in my heels. Letting go of my hair he closed his hand tightly around around the back of my neck and drew my face roughly to his, kissing me hard, his teeth pressing uncomfortably against my lips as he mashed his lips against mine. Despite the pain I found myself responding to his passion, my hands clawing into his shoulders to pull myself closer. Wrenching his head away he growled "upstairs" and I eagerly stumbled up the steps as he lifted my dressing gown and dug his fingernails into my behind as he followed, his head at the level of hips he stopped suddenly, his tongue between my legs made my knees weak and I fell forward as he continued his oral manouveres, his stubble rasping painfully over my sensitive flesh. The combination of hurt and pleasure doing strange things to me as he roughly shoved two fingers inside my dripping pussy, flicking and rubbing inside me and making me tremble under this unexpected assault then pulling them out again and swatting me hard on my exposed cheeks. "Upstairs," he repeated, "front of the bus. I want you up against the window." I clambered up the remaining few steps with him in hot pursuit. Fumbling with the belt on my dressing gown he yanked the whole thing from my shoulders, throwing it on the seat and lacing his fingers in my hair again, pulling my head back whilst shoving roughly into me, my back arched and my breasts mashed against the cold glass window. Using my hair for leverage he pounded into me, making me cry out, not in pain but in surprised pleasure. Grunting in my ear he bit down on my shoulder and I used my fingers to rub over my swollen clit, feeling the tension building as he thrust harder and faster. Reaching round with his other hand he squeezed my breast hard, pinching the nipple viciously between his fingers and with a scream I felt myself cum, rippling around him as with one final grunt he buried himself deep inside me, his cock twitching as he spurted his release. Breathing hard he pulled out, turning me in his arms and holding me tight against him for a second before kissing me tenderly. "You okay?" he asked and I nodded my agreement. "Sure?" "Yup," I replied with a grin. Bending down to me he pushed one nipple into his mouth, the suction hard and fast and I knew I'd be marked in the morning but I didn't care. "Get dressed," he whispered in my ear, "we have passengers waiting." Dragging my dressing gown over my nakedness I peered out of the window to see a queue forming outside. "Oops." "Yup," he said grimly. "Now behave yourself and get downstairs. We still have an hour before we get back to the garage!" and with that he went down to open the doors. Sitting myself down on the front seat I resolved to misbehave more often if this was the result. That was fucking hot! The next hour would pass very slowly. *** I stayed on the top floor for half an hour using my phone to catch up on Facebook and various forums and feeling the seat beneath me get wetter and wetter from a combination of Carl's cum dripping out of me and my anticipation of what would happen when we got back. My backside felt tender and bruised, surreptitiously rubbing the skin there I could feel deep crescent shaped indentations from his fingernails and for some reason these marks and the bruise developing on my left nipple excited me. I liked the way he'd marked me as his in such a short space of time, branding me with his mouth and his hands. Just as I was about to go downstairs my phone buzzed again. "That was the last passenger, you're safe to come down ;-)" The bus pulled away from the curb as I hurriedly made my way back to the seat at the front. I stared greedily at his profile, just a short time ago his mouth had been on me, the hands on the steering wheel had been gripping my arse, the long fingers buried deep inside me. I shivered despite myself and slipped off my shoes to stand beside him as he drove, tracing my fingers over his jaw, scraping my nails up over the coarse hair of his beard to entwine in the silky contrast of the short dark hair at the back of his head. Pulling into the kerb for an unscheduled stop Carl shoved open the barrier and pulled me onto his lap for a quick hard kiss before pointing to my seat. "Sit. Behave. I want to get home tonight!" Meekly I stepped back as he pulled away again, half falling into the seat as he took a corner rather too quickly for my liking, on the other hand I could see the benefit of getting back sooner. Trouble Ch. 01 Sliding my feet back into my shoes I braced myself against the luggage area and held onto the pole for dear life as we sped towards the garage. *** "Probably best if you wait in the car," he said as he collected his bags and the coin unit. I pouted but secretly agreed. I may have looked presentable earlier, but now, with my dressing gown creased and a (probably large and obvious) stain on the back, my make-up smeared all over my face, well it wouldn't take much to guess what we'd been up to. Luckily I had some wipes in the car so at least I could sort out my face while I waited. Rubbing off the last scraps of make-up I looked at my face in the mirror, not too bad, slight beard rash on the edge of my chin and a small bruise on the side of my neck, but otherwise undamaged. The only problem was that with no make-up and flat shoes I looked very obviously like someone just wearing a dressing gown, the illusion of it being a dress was well and truly gone. Oh well, it had served its purpose. With any luck I wouldn't be wearing it for much longer anyhow. Trouble Ch. 02 Leaning over to throw his bag and high vis jacket into the back of my car, Carl took a second to notice the change in my appearance. "Ready for bed?" he asked with a grin, dropping heavily into the passenger seat. "Hush you," I replied teasingly before saying, "I may have a slight problem." "What's that then?" he asked, his finger tracing around the collar of my dressing gown, pulling it away from my body to expose my naked breast to his gaze then sliding his hand in to pinch my nipple hard. "Stop that!" I hissed, slapping his hand away, "I'm serious! I might have possibly forgotten to get fuel earlier and I'm not sure I have enough to get home." "Oh?" "Yup," I pouted, "don't suppose you want to help me out? I'm not really dressed for it." Taking that as an excuse to look down again he grinned. "Well that was silly of you wasn't it?" "Yup." "Should've thought of that before you went out half naked, shouldn't you?" "I had other things on my mind," I protested, slapping his hand away as he moved the dressing gown so it gaped even further. "Really?" he asked, running his hands further down to tug on the belt. "Yup," I answered, my breathing quick as his hands made short work of undoing the knot. "Such as...?" pulling the belt off he threw it into the back seat before pushing the dressing gown open even more and slipping his hands between my legs. "I can't remember," I gasped as I felt one slim finger press into me. "Well that's too bad," he whispered in my ear as he bent to nibble on my neck, the rasp of his beard against my sensitive skin turning my nipples into hard points and making me shiver in anticipation. The sound of another bus pulling up behind us brought me to my senses and I quickly started up the car, pulling the top of my robe together and securing it in place with the seatbelt. It wasn't perfect but it would do for the moment. Squeezing my legs together to prevent Carl removing his hand I tried unsteadily to operate the clutch and accelerator without letting up on the pressure on his wrists. Flicking his fingers inside me as I pulled away made me shudder and stall the car but when I opened my legs slightly to release his hand he took the opportunity to thrust his fingers deeper, his thumb rubbing over my clit as he bit down on my neck. Shaking with concentration I managed to start the car and pull away but I'd only gone a few hundred metres when he whispered in my ear again. "This is a dead end by the way." I moaned at the feeling of his breath over the wet skin on my neck as he spoke, wondering whether I was going to be in any fit state to do a three point turn without hitting one of the buses lined up on the side of the road. Pulling to a halt I closed my eyes for a second, his hands stroking between my legs inside and out and his mouth just below my ear was playing havoc with my concentration. "Better hurry up," he reminded me, "or you're going to run out of petrol." Taking a deep breath I opened my eyes and began to slowly turn the car around. Headlights coming the other way made me hurry more than I'd wanted to and as I lowered my arm to change into reverse he bent over and bit down hard on my nipple through the fabric. I jerked and the car stalled again, the bumper of my little car bouncing off the side of the bus in front of me. "Oops," he laughed as I glared at him. Very deliberately I removed his hand from its position between my thighs and placed it on his knee, starting the car and completing the turn without any further incident. "Spoilsport," he pouted as I pulled away, "I was enjoying that!" Ignoring him I took a right and headed down to the 24 hour garage on the seafront. Drawing to a halt next to the pump I looked over at him expectantly. "If I have to," he sighed, "but I still think I'd enjoy it more if you did it!" I couldn't argue with that, the wind was blowing up a gale outside, it was pretty cold and he'd stolen my belt. It was a certainty that stepping out of the car would expose me in one way or another, I couldn't hold the thing closed and fill up the tank at the same time after all. "Another time perhaps," I teased, handing him some money. "Anything else you want?" he asked with a smirk. "Oh plenty," I replied, "but a can of redbull will do me for now." "Okay," he said as he opened the door, the cold wind making me shudder as it blew across my overheated skin. I saw him grin as he held it open longer than necessary before holding his hand out for the key. Passing it over I caught the eye of a man leaving the garage, he stared a little longer than necessary and I realised my gown was gaping again. Pulling the sides closer together under the seatbelt I felt myself going red as I wondered how much he'd seen. Glaring at Carl I pushed him out of the car and told him to get on with it. His smirk told me he knew exactly what had happened and he was enjoying my discomfort. Mind you, I thought as I looked down at his groin, he wasn't entirely in control of himself either if the bulge in his pants was anything to judge by. I grinned as I imagined him walking up to the counter, his erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers as he approached, the hot girl behind the counter looking down at him then back up, catching his eye and winking at him before writing her number on the back of the receipt. Okay, so I'd had a bit of a fantasy thing about the girl that worked here for a while, and I was 99% certain she'd be up for a bit of fun in the right circumstances, perhaps I should have gone in to pay after all. I wriggled in my seat at the thought of waiting til she finished work and taking her back with us, wondered briefly how Carl react if I suggested it, actually opened my mouth to ask as he climbed awkwardly into the car, but apparently I'd used all my stock of daring tonight and the words didn't come out. Never mind, I could always save that for another night. Handing me my keys and the can of redbull, Carl looked at me assessingly, a glint in his eye suggesting he had some idea where my thoughts had been, or at least that they'd wandered off into some erotic dreamworld. It reminded me of a T shirt I used to have, the slogan read 'I live in my own little world, but it's okay, they know me here'. I smiled as I thought how easily Carl had dropped into my fantasy world that evening. He hadn't freaked out that I'd taken him at his word about the dressing gown, had taken advantage of the 7 minute wait between trips to take advantage of me in a most pleasurable way and with any luck was going to take me home and continue what he'd started. Maybe Facebook wasn't so bad after all. Trouble Ch. 03 Parking up outside Carl's flat I switched off the engine and clambered awkwardly out of the car, locking the door behind me. Clasping the sides of my dressing down tightly together with one hand, I used the other to hold the bottom from blowing open in the wind and waited for Carl. Leaning into the back seat, he passed me a bottle of Lucozade. "Hold that please," he said absent-mindedly as he delved into the depths of the back seat, pulling out one thing after another and handing them to me until I stood clutching a pile of his clothing and work detritus against my chest with both hands. Finally he seemed to have everything and he stood straight, glancing at me before slamming his door shut and smiling. "This way," he muttered as he wandered down a gap between two buildings. Following him, still holding all of his work stuff and cursing him under my breath as no gentleman I walked innocently into the alley. The gust of wind that hit me as I turned the corner made me shriek as it rocked me back on my feet. Looking up at him standing at the end of the passageway I saw his satisfied smirk as his eyes roamed downwards. In horror I followed his gaze, knowing what I would see, and sure enough, my dressing gown was no longer covering me, instead the two sides were flapping around behind me, leaving just my arms and shoulders unexposed. Frantically twisting and turning under the street-light I tried to clamp the edges under my elbows whilst hanging on to the pile of stuff in my hands. Glaring at his amused face I guessed correctly that he'd had something like this in mind when he gave me everything to carry. "Bastard!" I hissed, finally giving up on covering myself again, the wind was too strong and ripped the material from under my elbows as soon as I caught it. Raising my chin, I decided to brazen it out, hoping that the dim lighting wouldn't show up my crimson cheeks as I tried to walk with dignity down the alley, holding his work stuff down so his jacket hung in front of me in a belated attempt to cover myself. Of course the wind blew it this way and that as I walked towards him, and I hoped to God no one else took it into their heads to investigate after hearing my scream. Knowing the area I doubted it, but still. Looking nervously up at the windows of the flats around me I noted with relief that most of the lights were off, meaning, with luck, that everyone was asleep, but the shadows cast by the windblown trees had me seeing ghostly faces in the glass and I turned my gaze back to Carl. This was his fault entirely, if this ever got back to my mother... "You really should wear a belt with that," he murmured in my ear as I walked proudly past him and I aimed a kick at his leg. Bloody smartarse! He moved too quickly for me, swiftly grabbing my ankle before it could impact upon him and raising it smoothly to chest height. Instinctively I bent my knee to try and push against him, but with my hands full the movement just pushed me off balance and I found myself falling as I hopped backwards, trying not to tumble as he walked relentlessly forward until I couldn't back up any further, my shoulders scraping against the rough stone wall as I struggled not to fall to either side. Still grasping my ankle tightly, he lifted it onto his shoulder and threaded his fingers into my hair. Tugging roughly he tilted my head backwards before leaning in and mashing his lips against mine, pressing me back harder against the wall. I could feel the muscles in my legs protesting and I'd never been so glad for all those yoga classes I'd attended over the years,, knowing that without that extra flexibility I'd be howling in pain right now instead of feeling just mild discomfort. Yanking his mouth from mine he took a step back, releasing his grip on my hair. I breathed a sigh of relief before noticing where he was looking. The position he had me in left me completely exposed to his gaze, unable to move or protest and his grin grew as he grazed his fingernails up my leg to my naked pussy. I waited, unable to breathe as he teased my shaven lips with his fingers, opening them gently and spreading them, sliding his fingers up and down my wet slit, and god was I wet! The wind rushing through the alleyway brought goosebumps up on my hot skin and I shivered as I watched his eyes darken, then in an unexpected move he knelt on the pavement before me, my leg still resting on his shoulder, and, digging his nails into my hips, latched his mouth right over my dripping pussy and sucked hard. Legs shaking, I bucked my hips, struggling to get him to let go whilst trying desperately not to fall over but he just sucked harder, flicking the tip of his tongue over my swollen clit as I moaned in pain/pleasure. "Please stop," I begged, "someone might come!" I felt, rather than saw, his smile, then gasped as he slipped two long fingers inside me, curling them towards him as he let off on the suction from his mouth and lapped at me with his tongue. Closing my eyes, I decided I didn't care, this felt too damn good. It felt like his hand inside me was the only thing holding me up as he drew slow, torturous circles around my engorged clit with his wet tongue, the contrast between the cold wind and his hot mouth driving me wild. Sliding another finger inside me he thrust slowly in and out and I curled my leg around the back of his head, bringing the other up to join it as leaned back against the wall and used my legs to press his face hard against me. From necessity he reluctantly withdrew his hand and used it to strengthen his grip on my hips, my legs around his neck and my back against the wall the only things holding me up. Angling my hips up slightly he renewed his licking and sucking, occasionally sucking one of my lips into his mouth and nibbling on it gently. He was driving me wild, teasing me with his mouth and teeth and tongue, knowing instinctively when I was about to cum and changing his rhythm or doing something different so that I was shaking and moaning, pumping against his face, desperate to get off. He groaned and the vibrations resonated against my core as I writhed beneath his mouth, the wall grazing my back and his fingernails digging punishingly into my behind. "Please," I whimpered, my whole body shaking with the need for release as his tongue thrust into me. "Please..." Taking pity on me he circled my clit with his tongue, building up speed until I was breathless and incoherent with desire. In a sudden move he bit down on my mound, my squeal of pain turning into a moan as he sucked hard on my clit, releasing his grip on my hips to thrust three fingers hard inside me. With a cry I shuddered and came, my insides convulsing around his fingers as my whole body pulsed with my orgasm, my legs falling limply from his shoulders as I slid to the floor, my back scraping painfully on the bricks on the way down, too shattered to care. Forcing my eyes open I watched as he raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied grin. Without a word he took the pile of things in my arms in one hand, and gripped my wrist in the other, yanking my upright on my wobbly legs and letting me rest against him for a second. "All good?" he asked as I caught my breath. "Yup," I replied. We stood like that for a few seconds, before he reached out to pull my dressing gown closed around me. "Come on then," he said with a grin, "lets get you inside before you freeze." Trouble Ch. 04 Pushing open the door to his flat, Carl led me inside, dumping his armful of stuff on the kitchen counter and dragging me insistently into his bedroom. Leaving the door slightly ajar he pushed me back onto the bed and spread the dressing gown, staring at my nakedness until I began to feel nervous. Wriggling up the bed I pulled his head down for a kiss as he slid the dressing gown off my shoulders, his calloused hands roaming over my body as I tried to tug his shirt out from under his belt. Taking both of my wrists in just one of his hands he held them above my head, pushing back until I was lying flat on the bed, completely naked now whilst he was still fully clothed, he even had his shoes on! Keeping my hands held above my head he studied my face as he thrust two fingers easily inside me. I was still wet from my recent orgasm and still very sensitive. I moaned and squeezed my eyes closed so that I didn't have to watch him, feeling suddenly very shy. His thumb strummed my clit as his fingers worked away inside of me. There was something amazingly hot about being held almost immobile and finger fucked by a fully clothed man. I shouldn't have liked it but I did. Letting go of my hands he spread my legs wide, draping them over his shoulders as he knelt on the floor at the end of the bed. Pushing his fingers roughly back inside me he opened his mouth on my pussy again, his beard rubbing against my inner thighs as I writhed and fought to get away from his marauding tongue. As I convulsed again around his fingers he wasted no time in pulling free from my thrashing hips, yanking his shirt and sweater over his head in one quick movement before dropping his trousers and kicking them, along with his shoes, to the far side of the room. I barely had time to breath before he wrapped my ankles around his neck again and buried the whole of his throbbing length into my still twitching pussy, his cock bouncing off the neck of my cervix as balls slapped against my arse. This was hard, rough, animalistic sex and I loved it! Flipping me over onto my stomach he grabbed a chunk of my hair as he entered me from behind, my back arching as he pulled painfully on my hair. I thrust back against him, screaming and grunting in a most unladylike manner as he pounded into me again and again. Reaching round he found one of my nipples and pinched it between his fingers making me squeal in pain/pleasure as he kneaded and tugged on my breasts. Taking a firm grip on my hips, he dug his fingernails into my flesh as he fucked me harder and deeper than before. I could barely breath, each time our hips connected the jolt of impact knocked the breath from my body until with a deep groan he buried himself into me, his cock twitching, filling my pussy with his cum. Holding my like that, he inserted one finger inside me, beside his cock, drawing the wetness out and circling my bruised clit again with surprising gentleness. The contrast between the violent frenzy of just seconds ago and this tender stroking was enough to send me over the edge again and I collapsed forward on his bed, his cock slipping out of me as I panted into his pillow. Flopping down next to me, he rolled onto his back, also breathing hard. I could feel his cum starting to leak out and run down my legs to the sheets. I guessed it was me sleeping in the wet patch tonight then. "Go get me my Lucozade," he ordered playfully, giving me a half hearted slap on the arse. Reluctantly sitting up, I walked out into the kitchen, still naked to grab his drink and one for me. It was draughty and a little cold and I shivered as I filled a glass with water. Reaching over to pick up the bottle of Lucozade, I froze as I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me. Nervously I turned, drinks in hand, to see a man standing just inside the patio door, cigarette held loosely between thumb and forefinger as he took a long drag. "Hi," he said, looking me up and down. "I'm Dan, Carl's flatmate." Trying desperately to act blasé about my nakedness and earlier noises I introduced myself quickly then scuttled back into Carl's room, throwing the bottle of drink at his head. "You didn't tell me you had a flatmate!" I whispered angrily. "Ahh so now you decide to be quiet," he said with a grin. "Bit late, I think the whole block heard you." "Screw you!" I hissed back. "Why didn't you warn me? You let me walk out there completely naked!" "It was funny," he smirked and I felt my face get even redder as I thought of the way Dan's eyes had taken in every drop of my nakedness. "Anyway," Carl continued, "I'm sure he didn't mind." "I mind!" I bit out, punching him on the shoulder. Without warning he grabbed my wrists again, flipping me onto my back and positioning his stiffening cock once again between my legs. "I don't think you do," he said evilly, rubbing the length of his hard shaft along my wet slit. "I think you enjoyed it. In fact, I think you want him to join us." "I do not!" I protested, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing. I couldn't help it though, the idea was more than a little exciting. He noticed of course, the way my pussy positively gushed as I imagined two men, one inside me and one licking me out, both inside me, spitroasted, the lot. My mind is a lot like a porn movie at times and the images were coming thick and fast. I moaned as Carl pushed inside me again, I was bruised and sore and still I wanted more. Pulling out, he turned me around so that my head was hanging over the edge of the bed facing the door. From the corner of my eye I saw movement and I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to believe this was happening. This had been the most bizarre, hot and unexpected evening of my life! As Carl's cock entered me again I felt something hot and hard pressing against my lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth only to find it immediately filled with cock. I moaned as it thrust into my throat, deeper than I'd even taken a man before but somehow because of the position of my head off the end of the bed it seemed easier to swallow. Hungrily I sucked, moaning as Carl's cock sawed relentlessly in and out of my pussy and Dan's grew swollen and harder in my mouth. Dan's hands gripped and squeezed my breasts as Carl's fingers gently manipulated my sensitive clit and soon I was coming again, my moans making Dan grow even harder in my mouth before I felt his cum spurt down my throat, hot and salty and slightly bitter.