0 comments/ 39846 views/ 1 favorites Killing Time By: secondskin Characters and story are copyright Aislinn, please do not link to, or archive without the author’s permission. Comments/Feedback is welcome and appreciated. ****** The inn was beautiful this time of year. The white siding of the house was offset by the brilliant colors of the leaves. Yellows, reds, browns and a multitude of hundreds of shades in between. The maroons perfectly matched the colors of the shutters on the old inn. The ground floor porch was wide, warm and inviting with its numerous rocking chairs and porch swings. I approached the front door and sighed heavily as I reached for the handle. This vacation was just what I needed. A break from reality. As I walked into the front hall, I glanced at the older woman behind the counter. “Hello. Welcome to Magnolia’s Inn. I’m Maggie. Can I help you?” I walked over to the desk and smiled “Yes, you can.” I set down my gym bag that I was using for a suitcase. “I’m Vivian Harper. I’ve got a reservation.” Maggie glanced down at a thick book in front of her. “Indeed you do, Vivian. Two weeks in fact.” I blew out a breath. “Yes, I do.” “Ok, here’s your key. Room’s on the third floor, first door on your left. There’s only one other guest on that floor, so you shouldn’t have any problems sharing the bathroom. That’s the door right across from you. If you’ll wait just a minute I’ll get Jonathan to take your bag – uh, bags, up.” I took the room key from her. “No thanks, I can handle it.” I picked up my bag and climbed up the three flights of stairs. After fighting with the lock for a few seconds I was finally granted access into heaven. There was a king size canopy bed covered with a white comforter with tiny rose buds on it. The canopy cover exactly matched the comforter. There was a large desk in the opposite corner for the business traveler. A chest of drawers stood along the wall next to the desk and an armoire rested on the opposite wall from the chest. I set my bags on the bed and collapsed next to them. Wonderful. Perfect. Everything was perfect except Bailey wasn’t here. I sighed fighting to get the image of Bailey out of my head. Thinking about Bailey wasn’t going to do anything but ruin my vacation. I had been told three days earlier that it was over between us. I sat up and began to search the armoire. There was a white fluffy robe hanging on a copper hanger and several pink towels folded in the drawer. A hot shower. Nice and relaxing. And definitely necessary. I stripped myself of my clothes and slipped into the robe. I let out a low whistle as I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. Directly in front of me was a large shower. Midnight blue tiled walls encased the shower on three walls. A large glass panel, with a door cut into it, closed off the shower to keep the spray inside. A showerhead was placed on each wall. Criss-crossing sprays, very nice, I thought. I turned my head to see a large hot tub in the same midnight blue tile as the shower. It was sunk into the floor so you could literally walk right in. The hot tub was set into a large bay window that gave a breathtaking view of the forest encompassing the house. There were two white sinks set on a counter of the same blue tiles directly across from the shower. I’ll have to try out that hot tub before I leave, but first thing was first. A shower. I dropped my robe into a pile on the floor and stepped into the shower. After searching the entire shower, I couldn’t find any knobs to turn on the sprays. “Talk to it.” With a gasp, I swung around to see a tall blonde leaning on the counter in a bathrobe. “Huh?” “The shower. Talk to it to turn it on.” Warily I stammered out instructions and yelped as the scalding water turned on. I turned to find the blonde dropping her robe and entering the shower. “Hey!” “What?” She shrugged. “We’ve got the same equipment. And we both need showers. Just stay on your side of the shower if you’ve got a problem.” I stammered out that I didn’t have a problem and turned to wash my hair. Thoughts of Bailey ran through my head. Bailey and I never took showers together; our work schedules wouldn’t allow it. Maybe that was the problem that I just hadn’t seen before. We let work consume our lives and didn’t pay attention to each other. After rising the conditioner from my hair, I looked on my side of the shower and noticed that there was no soap. I turned to ask the blonde for some soap, but the words stuck in my throat. All thoughts of Bailey flew from my head. She was getting ready to step under the spray of water. Soap was running down over her breasts and was heading down over her stomach and to the valley between her legs. “Can I help you?” I started and blinked my eyes when I realized that I was staring. She smirked and grinned when she realized what I was staring at. “Sorry.” I murmured as I started to turn around. She reached out and grabbed my arm. “I was kidding. I was staring at you too when you were washing you hair. “ Before I could even blink, she was kissing me. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth as she slid one hand around my waist to pull me closer. Her other hand easily slid over soap slickened skin, stopping only when it reached my breast and began tugging on my nipple. Our breath quickened as I deepened the kiss and slid my hands around her waist. She placed her other hand on my other breast as I slid my hands forward to her stomach, caressing and tickling her skin. She broke off the kiss and lifted her hands off my chest, only to replace them with her mouth. As she sucked my hardening nipples into her mouth, I ran a hand through her pubic hair and lightly brushed my finger against her outer lips. She gasped and lightly tugged my nipple as I became bolder by parting her lips with one hand and lightly touched her clit with my other finger. She drew back as I sank to my knees, trailing my tongue down over her taught stomach. I continued my path downward and ran my tongue through her hair. She leaned backwards on the wall and I clutched her hips to bring them forward to my face. I ran my tongue slowly along her outer lips. I smiled and looked up at her to see her smile back at me. Never breaking my eye contact with her, I slid my tongue out of my mouth and flicked it across her clit. I heard her sharp intake of breath and deciding I had a craving that I ached to satisfy, I slid my tongue deeper, tasting her. Sipping her. Devouring her. I decided I didn’t want her recovering and slipped a finger inside of her, and was rewarded handsomely with her moan of pleasure. I pulled her down so she was lying on the shower floor next to me. I pushed myself up so I was lying on top of her, finger still inside of her. I began to run my tongue over her nipples and show them the same attention that she had shown mine. I began to move my hips and finger to the same rhythm. Giving the illusion to anyone that happened to stumble across us, that I was fucking her. I was. And I was enjoying it immensely. When I felt her pleasure rising, I slipped another finger into her. I sat back on my heels and began licking her clit in rhythm with my fingers. Her hips rose instinctively to take my fingers even further in to herself. Her muscles contracted viciously around my fingers and her body tightened in orgasm. The orgasm was so strong, heated liquid oozed out and I hungrily lapped it up. Without knowing it, I began to orgasm at the same time. I hadn’t realized that when I sat back on my heels and leaned down to lave my tongue over her, that the spray of water from the nearest showerhead was beating a tattoo on my clit and caused me to orgasm. Her body was still vibrating as I slid up her body to lie next to her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Hi.” “Hi.” “My names Jo.” “Mine’s Vivian.” “Nice to meet you Vivian.” “You too Jo.” She bit her lower lip and looked at me sheepishly. “Wanna try the hot tub?” We giggled helplessly, yelled at the shower to turn off, ran over to the tub and waited for it to fill. She brought me to orgasm twice before the tub was filled, no need to waste the time she said. Killing time was never so enjoyable. [end] Killing Time It was early fall and the weather was becoming increasing cooler. Phil was sitting at the computer while his mother was down stairs somewhere cleaning. Phil was nineteen, stood an even six feet tall and weighed two hundred pounds. He was well built and had played football and basketball every year in high school. He had decided to join the work force after graduation instead of going onto college so he was still living at home to save some money. Laura, Phil's mother, liked having her son at home. Her husband traveled a lot for work and she didn't like the thought of being by herself for days on end. Laura was a beautiful woman for her age; she would be turning forty later that year. She had gorgeous green eyes and long flowing blonde hair. Laura went to gym often to maintain her sexy 36-26-34 figure. Phil was searching some of his favorite porn sites that afternoon to kill some time when he came across a website all about milf's. He looked at pictures of beautiful naked woman in there thirties and forties and wondered what it would be like to fuck an older woman. He had banged several girls his age, but it was never as exciting at he hoped for. Phil often fantasized about having kinky aggressive sex with a woman, but the girls he knew just wanted straight sex. Phil's cock began to stiffen as he watched a short video of a forty something woman fucking herself with a big dildo. The woman reminded him of his mother as they both had similar features. He began to wonder if his mother ever masturbated in such a way. After watching a few more videos Phil needed to get off so he headed for the bathroom. Inside the bathroom Phil dropped his shorts and boxers down around his ankles and stood in front of the sink. He grabbed his big eight inch cock and watched himself in the mirror as he began to stroke his hand up and down the length of his shaft. He imagined what his mother would look like fucking herself with a big dildo as he continued to massage his cock. When he felt his orgasm approaching he closed his eyes and gripped hard with his fingers just under the head of his cock. After the first two muscle contractions he opened his eyes and released the grip on his cock and watched as a big stream of cum shot out the end of his prick and onto the back of the sink. He pumped his cock with his hand and shot a second stream of cum into the sink. As the contractions weakened the rest of his big load oozed out of his hot cock and drooled down the edge of the sink toward the drain. Phil heard his mother coming up the stairs so he quickly patted the end of his dick with some tissue and rinsed his jism out of the sink with water. He pulled his shorts back up and flushed the toilet to make it seem as though he had gone the bathroom. When he opened the door to leave his mother was standing in the hall waiting to go inside. "It's all yours" Phil said to his mother as he passed by her in the hall. Laura entered the bathroom and began cleaning the toilet first. When she was finished she moved her attention the mirror over the sink, spraying it with Windex. As she wiped the mirror with paper towel she noticed something strange on the hot water handle of the sink. Laura looked closer and slid her finger across the handle. With her thumb and forefinger she rubbed the sticky substance between them. She knew at that point exactly what it was. She giggled at the thought of her horny 19 year old son jerking himself off, thinking to herself how much she used to masturbate when she was his age. Laura tried to think of the last time she had got herself off, she was sure it had been at least a month. She knew by the way the way she feeling right then that the time was coming to an end. Laura looked back down at the faucet handle and scooped up the rest of the cum off the handle. She looked at the glistening drops of sperm on her fingers and slid them between her lips. She hadn't tasted a man's cum in months and her son's tasted wonderful. She needed to find a way to get more. Laura went to her room to devise her plan. She needed to think of a way where she could get a hold of more of her son's sperm. First she needed to get him horny and she knew that wouldn't be too difficult at his age, but how would she get his cum? Laura changed into a pair of tight white shorts and a loose tank top with no bra or panties. After looking at her self in the mirror and deciding no man wouldn't be horny seeing her like that she went back to work cleaning the house. Phil was down in the living room watching some television when he saw his mother walk by the doorway. I wonder why she changed her cloths, he thought to him self. Phil was concentrating on the game on TV when Laura entered the room and started to dust the shelves. Phil couldn't help but look as his mother's big wonderful tits she stretched to get the higher areas. When she twisted to reach a tough spot her large pink nipple was exposed from beneath the loose shirt. Laura knew her act was working as she could see in the small mirror on the wall the reflection of her son starring at her breasts. She moved nearer the TV so that her son could watch her without feeling he was being obvious. She leaned over the tiny corner table to dust the window sill allowing the already tight fabric of her shorts to pull tighter over the curves of her ass cheeks. She felt the material stretching over the swollen lips of her pussy and she knew that her son must be getting a terrific view of the shape of her pussy. When Laura stood and turned it was apparent to her that her son was trying to hide his erection with the throw pillow from the couch. As she left the room she told her son that she was going upstairs to relax in the Jacuzzi for a while. Laura hoped that her plan was working as she headed up the stairs and into her bed room. Inside she stripped off her cloths and put on a robe that only came down far enough to just cover the cheeks of her ass before heading to the bathroom. Phil had a massive hard on as the images of his mothers exposed nipple and the wonderful outline of her pussy and ass raced through his mind. He wanted to beat off again and figured while his mom was in the Jacuzzi he could jerk off in his room uninterrupted. He shut off the TV and headed up to his room. As he neared the top of the stairs he could hear the water filling the tub. As he approached the bathroom he could see the door was open a few inches. He couldn't help but slow down and take a peek as he passed by. Inside was his mother wearing the tiny pink robe was adjusting the temperature of the water. Phil hesitated a moment to watch as his mother leaned over to put her hand down into the water and when she did the robe slid up over the lovely cheeks of her ass. Phil stood in awe at the most wonderful sight he had ever seen in person. His mother's ass and pussy were in plain sight and they were awesome. Her pussy lips were a shiny pink and hung slightly down from her crotch. Laura felt like she was being watched from behind and leaned further forward to allow the soft folds of her vagina to spread even more. As she stood back up she loosened the belt of the robe and allowed to it fall from her shoulders and onto the floor. As she turned she caught a glimpse of her son ducking back out of sight. She smiled to herself knowing that her plan was working better than expected. She climbed into the warm water and allowed the soothing jets to massage her entire body. Laura began to caress her bare breast with her hands enjoying the feeling of her erect nipples on the sensitive skin of her palms. As she began to gently tease her way down toward her aching snatch she again got the feeling of being watched. Laura kept her eyes closed so she wouldn't scare Phil away as she slid her index finger between the loose lips of her pussy. She moaned softly as the wonderful feeling of being touched soared through her. It had been so long since she had cum she almost forgot how fun it was. As her arousal increased she inserted a second finger between her legs and pushed them inside her juicy hole. As she wiggled and pushed the fingers inside her she began to rub her swollen clit with her other hand. Phil's cock was straining against the confines of his jeans as he watched his mother nearing orgasm. He started to unzip the fly on his pants when his mother began to convulse into orgasm. She arched her back and bit her lower lip as the waves of ecstasy roared through her. Phil watched in amazement as his mother moaned and groaned from her intense orgasm. His erect cock sprung through the opening in his boxers and out through the open fly of his jeans. Before he could do anything else he saw his mom's head jerk suddenly to the side and her eyes open. She looked directly at him and asked in a soft sexy voice "Are you coming in Phil?" Phil stood motionless with his cock pointing straight at his mother. He didn't know what to do until he saw his mother's hand come from out of the water and with her forefinger motion him to the tub. Phil walked silently to the edge of the Jacuzzi and stopped. Laura looked up at her son as she reached out and touched his throbbing cock. Phil signed softly at the warm wet feeling of his mother's hand. Laura slid her hand down the length of Phil's manhood and the reached up to unfasten the button of his jeans. With both hands she pulled at the sides of his pants until he was able to step out of them on his own. Phil's instincts began to take over as he removed his shirt and stepped into the Jacuzzi along side his mother. As Phil's body slid under the warm pulsing water of the Jacuzzi he felt his mothers hand begin to stroke his rock hard cock. "Make your mother happy" Laura whispered to her son as she leaned forward to kiss him. The two kissed deeply and passionately as they pulled each other closer. Phil's hand finally found the smooth mound of pink flesh between his mother's legs. He let his fingers slide through the soft juicy lips of her vagina. Laura knew her son wouldn't last long so she pushed his body up so that he was sitting on the edge of the tub. She knelt in front of him and with one hand grabbed the base of his cock and lowered her mouth down over the head. With each thrust of her head she attempted to take her son's cock deeper and deeper. She knew by his heavy breathing that he was going to cum any second. Laura kept half of his cock in her mouth and stroked the bottom half with her hand as the hot cum came shooting from her son's big prick. The feeling of the hot sperm splashing against the back of her mouth was unbelievable. She had trouble trying to swallow it all and a little squirted out the side of her mouth. When Laura was satisfied she had got all the cum out of her son's cock she stood up and pulled him to his feet. The two stepped out of the tub and Laura led Phil by the hand to her bedroom. "Lick mama's pussy for her" Laura whispered as she lay back on the bed still wet from the Jacuzzi. Phil climbed up on the bed and positioned him self between her legs. He studied her bare pink pussy for a moment; he had never seen an older woman's pussy up close before and loved the way the flaps of flesh hung open. Phil lowered his mouth onto his mother's pussy for the first time. The tangy flavor of her juice drove him wild as he began to explore her insides with his tongue. Phil drove his tongue as deep as he could into Laura's loose pussy. Laura's hips started moving in tight circles as her snatch heated up to the exotic feelings of Phil's probing tongue. When Phil found his way to his mother's erect bud and began to suck and nibble on it she knew she was going to cum hard. With a hand on the back side of each of Laura's knees he pushed her legs up toward her head thus exposing her pussy and ass directly at Phil's face. He continued working on her clit with his tongue and lips. Laura started panting as her climax neared and pulled her son's face hard into her cunt with her hands. Finally her orgasm erupted and her pussy was quaking with joy. As each wave of pleasure shook through her she felt more and more of her juice running down between her thighs and across her tight ass. Even though she was almost forty, Laura was amazed at what happened next. She felt her son's warm tongue slide across the mound below her pussy and push it's way into her ass. Laura never had her ass tongued before and was amazed at the sensation it gave her. Phil's tongue darted in, out and around the tight puckered hole. It didn't take long before another climax shook her body sending a new wave of creamy female cum out her pussy. Phil also wanted to try something new; he had never fucked a woman in the ass before and felt this was his chance. He felt his mother's ass loosening from his tongue work and his cock was hard once again. Holding his mother's legs firmly over her head he repositioned him self. He grabbed both of Laura's ankles with one hand and the base of his cock with the other. As he located the head of his cock at the rim of his mother's tight virgin ass he looked up at her face. "Yes Phil I want you to fuck my ass" his mother said calmly. Phil slowly and gently began to push his cock into her tight ass. He watched as her tight ass muscle began to open and receive his big cock. When he saw the head of his cock disappear into Laura's hole he again looked up at her face. "Fill my ass with your delicious cum". Phil pushed his cock deeper into her tight canal and began to slowly start fucking it. As her ass began to loosen he fucked her harder and deeper. Laura started fingering her clit as the big cock pounded away at her ass. She had never felt so satisfied in her life. Laura heard her son start to grunt as she felt his hot cum splashing around inside the bowels of her ass. Phil's fucking slowed as the remainder of his load spilled into Laura's ass. When he pulled his semi hard dick from her ass there was a soft pop sound followed by a stream of white cum that flowed from her ass hole. Laura reached down and smeared the hot cum over her ass and pussy enjoying the hot slimy feeling it gave her. Phil let go of his mother's legs and they both nestled in each other's arms. Phil loved the way his wet cock felt resting between his mothers's cum soaked pussy lips as the two lay in bed. They kissed passionately before drifting off into much needed sleep. Killing Time I had wandered into the bookshop to kill time. My appointment with Carol at the employment agency was for 11.30am and I had caught the eight o'clock train in from the lake. For once it arrived on time. The employment agency was on the second floor of the building and I found the bookshop at street level. I had an hour to fill in before I had to go, up so I thought I'd look for a book I had been after for some time, The Mycenaeans by Lord William Taylour. It is an old book, but still the best one about the civilization of the ancient Greeks who live and die in Homers Iliad. Inside the front door was a small counter with a tall, rather patrician looking man standing behind it. He smiled at me as I wandered in. "Can I help you with anything in particular?" he asked, not pushily, just helpfully. "Where would I find the history section?" I replied, and he told me to go through to the back of the shop. The bookshop was long and narrow, but wide enough to have shelves running across its width as well as along the side walls. Whoever had put the shelving in though had apparently wanted people to have privacy to wander. They had not put a tidy straight corridor running from the front of the shop to the back. Instead the cross shelves were broken up in different places, almost creating private rooms where you could browse and move on without being seen. I wound up in the rearmost room and began to go through the books on the shelves, finding the ancient history section and narrowing the area of my search down. "Very nice," a voice said, and I jumped. I had been concentrating and hadn't heard the man from the front counter arrive. He was standing in the entrance to that room looking me up and down in an odd way. I acknowledged him with a, "Hi, I found it," wondering if he thought I was trying to steal something. "Good," he replied, "Would you like me to suck your cock?" I wasn't sure I had heard right and looked at him in confusion. He moved closer to me, "I would really like to suck your cock. Can I see it?" He was next to me now and pushed me back against the shelves, Roman History I think it was. "Umm.. I think I'd better go," I stammered. He wasn't bad looking for a mature man, nice cared for body, streaks of steel grey though this dark hair which was tied back in a short ponytail. I tried to edge away. He placed a hand on my chest pushing me back and I yelped as I felt his other hand land on my crotch. He had me unzipped, with his hand inside fondling me through my underpants before I realised what he'd done. "Hey, Stop that," I yelped, flailing my arms about and trying hard to push him off and wriggle away. "Get your hands off me." He was surprisingly strong and I was horrified to feel the hand he had on my cock getting a quick response. "Very nice," he said smiling, "get it out so I can see it and I'll let you go." His voice was quite well educated and I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. "You'll let me leave if I show you my cock?" I stammered, thinking that was better than risking messing up my clothes before the interview. I really wanted the job I was going for and knew I was lucky to have made the first short list. "That's right," he replied his hand inside my pants having got me hard by now. It was a while since anyone else had touched my cock and it liked the attention. "Ok," I said, wanting to escape. I undid my waistband and opened my trousers out then pushed my underpants down. His fingers were still around my cock stroking it. "You can let go now," I said breathily. I was getting really hard which was not helping me to be firm with him about letting go. "Very nice," he said, looking at my dick. "So how long does it get?" he asked, looking at me. "Eight inches," I replied automatically, always pleased to be able to say that in certain situations. "Now will you let me go?" I protested weakly making flapping moves to get his hand off me. I liked women, loved women, but a couple of guys had jerked me off before and one had even sucked me off, so I wasn't completely averse to the bookshop mans attentions. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" he said, smiling broadly as his fingers swished drops of precum around my nob. I wasn't far off eight inches by then. Now I'd given up struggling his other hand moved in on my balls, his fingers slipping under them and teasing them in a very pleasant way. I let out a moan, thinking vaguely that coming now would leave me relaxed for the interview ahead. I usually got really wound up and nervous and tongue-tied. He bent down and brought his tongue to my tip touching it to my slit and tasting me there. Then he ran his tongue down around the shaft and traced it along the big vein before sliding his lips over the end and sucking on it. I groaned and leaned back, I knew I was there till the finish now. He started to suck me in deeper and my hands were tangling in his long hair as my hips began to fuck me into his face. He held my butt in his hands now, my pants on the floor, my underpants half way down my thighs. He was doing a good job on me, better than the other guy had. I was getting ready to come when he stopped, pulling his face off me even though I tried to hold him there. He was surprisingly strong. "Turn around and bend over," he said looking up, and I saw a trickle of saliva running out at the corner of his mouth. "No," I said, "finish me, god please finish me." I moved my own hand to my shaft but he pulled it back roughly. "I want you bent over with your cute little arsehole in my face," he growled and suddenly I wasn't quite so keen anymore. Noone was going there, certainly not some guy who was just about raping me behind the bookshelves. "No way," I gasped angrily. "You said I could go if I showed you my cock. Well I have, so I want to go now." He laughed at me and stood up, he seemed to have got taller. I tried to pull up my pants but he forced his knee between my legs and I was trapped. My cock was softening and I was getting frightened. "What's going on here!" a voice suddenly cut in. A wave of relief swept over me as my tormentor backed off and I looked up to find a guy in running gear standing in the entrance to the room. I struggled with my underwear in embarrassment. "You're fired Reg!" the stranger shouted. "You can't fire me, I run this dump," Reg shouted back angrily, storming off past the stranger and out of that section of books. "Thanks," I said sheepishly, not quite sure what to say to explain my half undressed state. "I've got an interview upstairs at 11 .30," I babbled. "With Carol. I just came in here to look around." I tucked my still slightly full, saliva coated cock into my underpants noticing a wet patch on them already and bent to pull up my trousers. "Well it's a quarter past now and you look a mess. I know Carol well, so how about I ring her up and we see if she can see you a bit later?" my rescuer said and I glanced at my watch and saw that he was right. My head was an even bigger mess than the rest of me right then. "My names Dave by the way," he added smiling. "Paul," I replied holding out my hand, and we shook. "So Paul, come upstairs and I'll call Carol." He opened a door at the back of the room, which I hadn't really noticed before. "You work here?" I asked "Yes. It's my bookshop," he replied. "I should probably have sacked Reg ages ago, I have had a couple of complaints. But he knows the stock better than I do." He smiled apologetically, he had a friendly smile. Upstairs was a big sunny apartment, antique furniture, miles of polished floors. "You live here too?" I said surprised. "I don't like commuting," he replied, smiling broadly. He called Carol and said he needed a big favour, then after a few minutes chat, which I couldn't really hear he passed the phone to me. "Dave says you have had an accident," Carol was saying. "Yes, I'm really sorry." "Well don't worry. Come at 12.30pm. I'll take an early lunch. Hope you're OK." I was relieved, now I was upstairs I was feeling a bit shaky. Reg had given me quite a fright. "Why don't you have a shower and get properly tidied up," Dave suddenly said. "I can even lend you some clean underwear if you need it. It's the least I can do in the circumstances." As I now had another hour to kill, and I was feeling sticky, I took him up on his offer. I undressed in the bathroom and he came in with a clean towel for me just as I was about to get into the shower. I must have forgotten to lock the door I thought embarrassed. "By the way," he said, and I turned to him. He dropped to his knees and took my still slightly full cock into his mouth. "Ummm, wha.., Ummm," I sputtered briefly, but after the earlier work it felt so good and he had saved me after all. He sucked me in and I was getting hard fast, swelling in his mouth as he stroked me with his magic tongue. I moaned and my hips were soon calling the tune again. I hardly noticed at first that he had a hand at my anus. And I was sighing and moaning too much to do more than note it as he pushed a finger up inside me. When he pushed two in I was fucking his mouth seriously. Suddenly his fingers moving in my arse were really doing something to me and I gasped and quivered and fucked his face harder. I was as big and hard as I could get and he opened his throat to me and with what was happening inside my arse and his sucking, god it was wonderful. I moaned and gasped as I sunk myself in him, my cock quaking as I came, pumping my cum inside his throat over and over, more than I ever did. He swallowed all of it, licking me as I slowly let myself slip out, cleaning me up as I withdrew and slumped back against the outside of the shower stall weak at the knees. "I think you enjoyed that," he said looking up at me and smiling. Then he was standing next to me, his shorts off and his own stiff rod pressed against my belly. He found my mouth with his and my rubbery lips let his tongue inside where he found mine. I was too weak to do more than go along for the ride and my head swam aimlessly. He moved a hand back to my arsehole as we kissed and soon had his fingers back inside me. I wasn't complaining, he had given me the greatest head job I'd ever had. He left my mouth and turned me about ready to go into the shower I thought, but then I felt his hands on my arse cheeks, parting them, and something firm and wet was working at my hole. I groaned as he did things to me there that felt way too good to make him stop. I eased my arse back opening it up instinctively for him. He worked his fingers in again and touched whatever it was he had touched before making me groan. He emptied me for a moment then was back smearing something warm about my hole and taking it inside me when his fingers returned there. I moved my arse back further as my cock began to harden noticeably, never having gone completely soft. I was moaning again and had moved one hand to fist my own cock as his fingers twisted and stroked about inside me opening me up. I felt a sharp pain as something bigger went in past my entry. Then it was making my arse feel incredibly full and I moved my legs back further and spread them wider to let it fill me deeper. I was half way bent over leaning my hand and face against the outside of the shower stall. He emptied my arse for a moment and I groaned my displeasure to him, having got used to it and liking it. But he was soon back, parting my cheeks again and pushing something sticky at my entrance. "Ouch," I cried out, startled, grunting loudly as with a sudden burning pain it penetrated inside me. I gasped it felt so big, and I couldn't believe the way it felt going further inside me. I grunted and pushed back against it, pushing my arse to take it. It slid in further making me moan and spread my legs wider and I knew it was his cock. I had a cock up my arse. And god I loved it. I was shocked at myself but past caring about anything but the full feeling of it and what it was doing inside me. He moved it back and forth gently stroking at the magic something he had found in there. His hand took over from mine on my own rod and I was glad to be able to use both hands to support my melting body. "Ohhh," I moaned, "God," I gasped, "Fuck me," I hissed at him, "deeper. God I want you deeper." He obliged me, working his cock deeper into me, filling places I hadn't even known were empty. I writhed under his cock and his hand, as it worked my own cock. I felt his pubes stroke my arse as he bottomed inside me and his soft balls between us then he withdrew what seemed forever before he fucked in deep again. He began to fuck my arse seriously and I moaned for more. "Oh god, that is so good" I cried out in a strangled voice. "Oh god, fuck, fuck me faster." I cried, "faster," as his hand on my cock hit the rim of my knob and I felt my gut begin to quiver on his fucking cock. I felt it come from my balls, my arse going into spasms on him as he planted himself deep and stayed there and my cock jerked as the first cum let loose. The threads were thick and flying high, hitting my chest and belly then the glass of the shower cubicle. Another jerk and it hit my belly and the floor and again, the last of it falling on to the tiled floor. My arse stopped quivering as he slowly withdrew his cock, leaving me feeling empty and shaky and hardly able to stand, resting all my weight on the glass before me. Dave nuzzled and nibbled at my neck and stroked my back with firm hands. "Thanks for the great fuck Paul," he said gently. "Now you'd better get yourself cleaned up or you'll be late." I grunted something to him and just hung there, sagging and mindless for some time, totally fucked. Reg was nowhere to be seen and the front door of the shop was locked when I floated out, clean and fresh and smelling good. I was on time for my revised appointment and didn't have the energy to be nervous. Getting fucked I thought vaguely seemed to be good for my employment prospects. **** At the front counter Dave was feeling Reg's arse up, liking teh hard smallness of it. "So next time I'm the bad guy and you get to be the good guy," he said smiling. Reg met his lips in a gentle kiss. Pulling away after a few moments he said, "I know its me next time. But god Paul was cute, you always get to play good guy with the really cute ones." "Well Carols emailed the photos of tomorrows appointments for you to check out, so you just have to hope it's another cute one who comes in here to kill some time." Killing Time Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. I had dragged my carcass out of bed early on the day after Thanksgiving so that I could get one of the first appointments with my mechanic. I figured I'd rather spend an early hour over there than a few hours later in the day when things had started getting backed up. I'd settled in the waiting area with my coffee and had my head buried in the newspaper when I heard a familiar voice. I peeked over the paper and saw Amanda at the counter going over the work to be done on her car. Amanda was a contractor who worked out of my office a couple of days a week and I was typically in a meeting with her at least once a week. She was cute, with long, dark brown hair and a great rack so I could think of worse people to pass the time with in the waiting area at the mechanic. By the time she'd made the arrangements for her own car, I had set the paper down and was awaiting her realization that it was me over there. I wasn't disappointed by her reaction as her face brightened and a big smile broke out. "I was about to ask what you're doing here," she said, shaking her head, "I guess I'm not quite awake yet." "You and me both," I replied, "You live near here?" "Pretty close," she said, "but I would come here even if I didn't. You?" "Not far, actually," I replied, "and I definitely agree with you." "Of course if I lived closer," she said, "I could go home and go back to bed. Too bad there's not a motel around here that rents by the hour." "Mmmm...yeah, I totally agree," I replied, using my lothario voice. "Naughty!" she said, "Though that wouldn't be a bad way to kill some time, actually." "So are you saying that, if there was a cheap motel nearby and I invited you there to kill some time, you'd accept my invitation," I asked. "Oh come on," she started, "haven't you ever noticed that, whenever I get to a meeting after you, I always sit next to you? Because I have noticed that, when you arrive after I do, you always sit across from me. Why is that?" "Because I like to look at you. Why do you sit next to me?" I asked. "Because I like being close to you," she replied. "So, knowing all that," I said, "how do you propose we kill time in the absence of a cheap motel?" "Well," she began, "I think right here in the waiting area might be frowned upon but, if you aren't picky, there's always the restroom." The restroom was a pretty good size and there wasn't anyone else waiting who was likely to need it. In fact, I'd just seen one of the employees finish cleaning it as I'd arrived, so it wouldn't even be gross. If she was okay with getting it on in the restroom, I certainly wasn't going to find a problem with it. The guy working the counter had stepped into the shop, so we got up and headed to the restroom before he came back. He might wonder what had happened to us, but we weren't really concerned with him at that point. I locked the door behind us and Amanda was immediately in my arms as we started making out. My hands dropped to her ass and pulled her against the growing bulge in my jeans. "Since this was your idea," I said when we finally broke apart, "you get the first orgasm." I briefly caressed her tits before hunkering down in front of her and going to work on her belt. She stepped out of her shoes as I got her belt undone and opened her jeans. I slid them down, revealing a pretty basic pair of panties, and handed them to her once I'd helped her step out of them. I ran my fingers over the front of her panties, feeling the coarseness of her bush, the soft flesh and the moist heat, as she laid her jeans over the sink. I slid her panties over her ass, caressing the soft, smooth flesh, then started to lower the front, revealing her well-groomed, dark brown bush. I was looking forward to burying my face in it, so I helped her step out of her panties then handed them to her. She leaned back against the sink and spread her legs a bit more as I was kissing the soft, smooth flesh around her pussy before running my tongue up along her slit. She moaned softly and grasped my head as I tasted her pungent juices which were copiously flowing from her pussy. After running my tongue up her slit a few times and getting a good taste of her, I slipped a finger up into her hot, slippery pussy then followed it with another. As I started to slowly pump them in and out, I ran my tongue over her clit and she sucked in her breath. She was humping toward my face as I licked and sucked her clit while fingering her hot pussy and, as much as I would have enjoyed spending a good, long time eating her, I got the sense that it wasn't going to take her very long to cum. This was probably for the best since we were in a public restroom and could be interrupted at any time. I also assumed, based on what she'd said earlier and how we'd ended up in there, that this probably would not be my only opportunity. I focused on providing her intense levels of pleasure in as short a time as I could so that I'd have my cock buried in her hot pussy even sooner. I glanced up as I was eating her, beyond her hard nipples practically bursting through her shirt, and saw a look of raw passion on her face. The occasional soft moan would escape and echo off of the tile but I was making most of the noise with my slurping and my fingers sloshing in her wet pussy. I could feel her beginning to tense up in anticipation of cumming and, again, would have been more than happy to continue eating her, but my cock was threatening to burst from my jeans. I knew that I'd be just as happy having her riding my cock as I played with her tits and caressed her hard nipples, so I focused on getting her the rest of the way there. It wasn't much longer before she gasped and her body began to quake. I continued eating her through her orgasm and sat back on my heels only once she'd let out a long sigh. She smiled down at me then helped me up and, as we started making out again, she was unfastening my jeans. She pushed them down along with my underwear, taking my cock in her hand as it sprung out. She stroked it briefly before nudging me back toward the toilet so that I could sit down. She took my cock in her hand again as she straddled me, guiding it toward her dark brown bush. My hands were on her tits, fondling them through her shirt, but as her hot, wet pussy engulfed my tool, I had to suppress a moan. I lowered my hands to her waist as she started to slowly ride me, then reached for her bare ass and squeezed it. Her hot pussy sliding up and down my cock felt amazing and, once she had a good rhythm going, I moved my hands up from her ass, under her shirt, and unfastened her bra. As it went slack, I brought my hands around and slid them under the cups to feel the soft, smooth flesh of her bare tits against my palms. As I was fondling her tits and caressing her hard nipples, she dropped a hand down between her thighs and caressed her clit as she was riding me. With all of this going on, we went back to making out, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I had no idea how long we'd been in there by that point but, despite the desire to spend as much time together as possible, we knew that, the longer we spent in there, the greater the chances were of being interrupted. Given that, we were fucking frantically and, though I could feel her pussy getting wetter and more engorged around my tool, I wasn't rapidly approaching an orgasm myself. Maybe it was her tits that were distracting me somewhat, though I was certainly enjoying the feeling of her hot pussy wrapped around and sliding up and down my tool. When Amanda slammed herself down and whimpered while her body shook, I was thinking that, even if we were interrupted, at least she was cumming, which meant greater potential for future encounters. Of course, I certainly would have preferred cumming myself to being interrupted, so I still had that as my ultimate goal now that the goal of satisfying her had been achieved. Thinking that being in control of the action would make achieving the new goal more likely, I suggested a change of position. I had Amanda climb off of me and turn around as I stood up. She rested her head on her arm which was braced against the sink as I guided my cock back into her from behind. I took her by the hips as I eased my cock into her while noticing that her free hand had slipped back between her thighs. Once my hips were touching her ass, I started to slowly fuck her, again relishing the feel of her hot, slippery pussy as I slid in and out of it. I gradually increased my pace and, once I had a good rhythm going, I reached up under her shirt to fondle her swinging tits again. If somebody had started pounding on the door at that moment, I wouldn't have given a second thought to stopping and they would have had to wait until I was finished. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build, though it was not immediately imminent. With my hands up under her shirt, I wasn't fucking her as hard and fast as I could if I just wanted to get off; I was definitely still savoring the opportunity and the feel of both her pussy and her tits. When I was getting closer to cumming, I straightened up again with the intention of fucking her hard and fast until I did shoot my load into her. Her pussy was feeling even hotter and wetter, so I knew it wouldn't take very much longer. She surprised me when she pushed back against me and her body started to shake again. I continued fucking her as she came, thinking I might be able to cum before she was finished but, although I was close, she pulled away from me once she'd finished cumming. She turned to face me and kissed me hard while stroking my cock in her hand, then maneuvered around to sit on the toilet with me in front of her. She lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth while gently cradling my balls. I moaned as she engulfed my tool, feeling my orgasm immediately beginning to build up again as she slid her lips up and down my shaft. She moved her hand up from my balls to pump the base of my shaft while her free hand gripped my ass. I was just looking down at the top of her head, catching a glimpse of her lips wrapped around my tool each time she slid them toward the head. She only paused once, sliding my cock from her mouth but continuing to pump it, looking up and smiling at me before engulfing it again. From that point, she sucked me off voraciously and it didn't take long before I was on the verge of blowing my load down her throat. I definitely had no issues with her as a cocksucker and hoped I'd have the opportunity to enjoy her oral skills again in the future. With a grunt, I started to spew into her mouth and she swallowed my load, continuing to suck me off until I was completely spent. When she let my cock fall from her mouth and straightened up, I let out a sigh and we smiled at each other. "That kind of intensity in a public restroom," she said, "imagine what we could do with some privacy." "Let's not imagine," I replied, "Let's figure it out." She smiled at me and I handed her panties to her, pulling my own underwear and jeans up as she slipped into them. I handed her jeans over next and, once she was standing and pulling them over her hips, I slipped my hands up under her shirt to fondle her tits again. She indulged me until she needed to tuck her shirt in, then I slipped my hands out again and she refastened her bra. Once we were presentable, she peeked out of the restroom and saw that the waiting area was still vacant. We slipped out and she took another peek around the corner and found the sales counter unattended. We casually went back to the waiting area and started chatting about what are next steps would be once our cars were both completed. Killing Time at a Head Shop Back in the 60s and 70s, there were businesses that sold merchandise that you wouldn't find in your local K-Mart. Items like incense, black-light posters and bootleg records, along with paraphernalia that was used in conjunction with herbs that created illegal smiles. It was during a rainy day that I ducked inside one of these places, mostly to get out of the weather, and it turned out to be a very entertaining afternoon. ******** The scent of patchouli... hit me as soon as I walked in the door of the Magic Moon. The store was down the street from Woolworth's, and I was not in a particularly pleasant mood after having a bit of a "discussion" with Becky at the lunch counter. The discussion had centered around Becky's old "boyfriend", the 50-something dude who had been Becky's only male companion before I had arrived on the scene, and who had apparently used his power over her to win back her affections. This Roger character had convinced Becky that I was only interested in her so I could indulge my fetish and not interested in Becky's soul and her mind, or in helping her become an intellectual like he had been. How did this guy find out about what I liked and what we had been doing? Becky had told him. I had gotten pissed off about that, not because it was true in a way, but I resented our business being shared with this predator who had seduced her back in her mid-teens, and knew damn well that he was no more interested in her mind than I was. So after that meeting, I was walking down the avenue, trying to cool off while reconciling myself with the fact that Becky was on the verge of breaking up with me. Too bad, because it was really good while it had lasted. When the drizzle turned into a steady rain, I ducked into the head shop, planning on browsing through their collection of bootleg albums until the rain let up. The place was almost deserted, with only a couple of customers at the back counter, talking to the girl behind it. I happened to glance up just as the clerk was putting on a bit of a product demonstration, and what a demonstration it was. The young lady had taken something from behind the counter and wet it while explaining the virtues of this product. Then, she calmly raised her arm and with long and slow strokes, proceeded to rub this thing into her armpit. I immediately forgot about the Doors bootleg album I had been contemplating and moved over to where I could get a better view. Apparently the demonstration had been effective, since after watching the clerk the couple had purchased one of these items. It had worked on me as well, because after watching her myself I had an erection along with a desire to get a presentation of my own, so after the couple had left I engaged the woman in conversation. The girl's name was Sienna, and she was a very tall and willowy redhead with long curly hair. She was wearing a paisley dress with spaghetti straps on her very slender shoulders; the kind of dress that you couldn't wear a bra with, so it afforded a nice view of her low-hanging breasts. While they were nice, I wasn't particularly interested in her tits, however, and when she asked me if she could help me, I didn't have to pretend to be interested in her merchandise because I definitely was. "I came in at the end of your demonstration," I said. "What was that you sold that couple?" "The crystal?" the girl soon to be known to me as Sienna asked. "That's a deodorant. It's all natural." "Natural?" "Yeah man," Sienna said. "You know how like deodorants are full of chemicals? Stuff like aluminum and other weird shit, man. It's not good for you." "Actually, I was thinking more about my girlfriend," I admitted. "Commercial deodorants are even more dangerous for girls, man," Sienna explained. "These antiperspirants that block your pores and stop you from sweating? That's unnatural. We sweat for a reason. Girls that shave their pits and then spray these chemicals into their skin? That's not safe." "My girlfriend doesn't shave," I said. "Far out. Neither do I," Sienna said, as I well knew. "The crystal works on everybody. Dudes too. Doesn't matter if you're hairy or not. These things come from the Far East." "How does it work," I asked, and Sienna was more than happy to explain it again to me despite my interest being quite different in scope than her previous customers had been. "You wet it," Sienna said, holding up the rock, which she explained was her own personal one. "Didn't want you to think you wouldn't get a fresh one if you bought it. Then you just slide it through your armpit like this." "I see," I said, watching intensely as Sienna raised her slender arm, exposing her unshaven armpit to me like she had done for the couple before me. Sienna wasn't anywhere near as well-endowed in the hair department as Becky, or even Carol had been. In fact, Sienna had only a thin strip of hair in the center of her underarm, but the hairs were incredibly long. The burnt orange hairs extended up the inside of her arm, almost reaching the tattoo she had around her bicep. and reaching down her side, as far as her loose fitting dress revealed. Watching the rock in action was driving me crazy, and it was a symbol of the era that not only was I getting to watch something like this in a relatively public area, but that Sienna was so completely uninhibited that she thought nothing of doing it. Not something you'll likely see at the Macy's cosmetic counter in your local mall. "See?" "Far out!" I declared enthusiastically. "How about the smell?" "No odor at all, man. Here." I would have much preferred to smell the product's effect on Sienna herself, but I dutifully sniffed the rock, which was pretty much scentless, before handing it back to her. "And this works all day?" "I keep one in my purse," Sienna told me. "And like a couple of times during the day I just give myself a swipe or two, and that keeps me fresh. If you're into phony smells or anything, this ain't for you man. All this does is absorb and neutralize odors." "That's perfect," I said. "And there's no taste involved either?" "Taste?" Sienna asked, confused at my question. "Yeah, I mean my girlfriend likes me to lick her armpits," I explained. "And I really love doing it, but if she's put on deodorant the taste of it is really nasty. It burns my tongue." "That's the chemicals!" Sienna said excitedly, clearly thrilled at the thought of making another convert, but not offering to let me give her armpits a taste test just yet. I bought a couple of the rocks, which were cheap and according to Sienna, lasted "like forever, man," and also bought the Doors Live at the Whisky bootleg album. After I paid for the stuff, we had a long conversation at the register. I got into an explanation of what was going on with my girlfriend and me, and how maybe the crystal would be a peace offering of sorts, and to my surprise Sienna not only listened but consoled me and offered advice. The conversation went on for the hour or so the store remained open, and because of the rain we weren't interrupted by customers. During our talk I discovered that Sienna was at least 10 years older than me, and was the manager of the place, which her old man owned. Old man, as in boyfriend. Learning this brought me down - not the age part but the fact that she was attached. They even lived in an apartment in the back of the store, which I thought was pretty cool. Her old man was the sound and light man for Snake, a local band who was doing a little tour of the region. The tour was a bunch of guys in two VW vans, not the tractor trailer caravans that a major group would use, but the idea sounded exciting to me, even if it didn't amuse Sienna, who expressed a sense of loneliness as well as a suspicion that her old man would be balling other girls while on the road. "Time to close," Sienna said, the clock having just passed 6, and I realized that Becky was now done at work and already on the way to her middle-aged mentor for her spiritual fulfillment. "Oh, sorry I talked your ear off so long," I said. "No, you were cool man. Business was dead anyway, and you helped pass the time," Sienna said, walking me to the door and flipping the OPEN sign to CLOSED before clicking off the lights. "I'll let you know how the crystal works out," I told her. "If I get the chance to use it." "It's been a couple of hours," Sienna said, turning the knob of the lock and leaning her back against the door. "Want to see how good it works on me?" ********* The lewd grin... Sienna wore while looking at me left no doubt as to what she meant and what she wanted. With a slowness that made the wait excruciating, Sienna raised her arms high until her hands were clutching the top of the door frame I couldn't wait, moving my face to her exposed left armpit, letting my tongue slide along the same path as the crystal rock had before, Sienna's armpit hair was incredibly fine and soft in texture, and I had to run my tongue against the grain to actually feel it. Sienna moaned, grabbing the back of my head with her other hand and drawing my face tightly to her, not that I needed the encouragement. I could taste her fresh perspiration, and the pheromone-laden nectar only made me feel more like an animal than I already did. "Ooh, that feels outta sight!" Sienna exclaimed as I took some of the incredibly long hairs between my lips and pulled them outwards gently before pasting them to her skin with the flat of my tongue. "Oh man!" Sienna gasped when she lowered her hand from the back of my head and felt around for my cock, which was straining the front of my jeans. "Wanna ball me?" The answer to that was obvious, and after she mumbled something about going into the back, we headed in that direction, although the way I was tearing and clawing at her made it a tough journey. We got as far as the curtain which separated the store from the living area, and when we reached a table just on the other side I leaned Sienna back onto it, pulling her paisley dress up over her hips and dropping to my knees. She wasn't wearing panties and as my face swooped down between her legs I could see that Sienna's pussy was very hairy, with the burnt orange hair not dense but spread wide and far, spilling onto her inner thighs and down the crack of her ass. She tasted very musky, and she was wet before my tongue got there but I made her a lot wetter. She was grinding my face into her pussy while I licked at her clitoris, undoing my jeans as I did, and when I could wait no longer I jumped to my feet and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips before pushing it in. My cock might have lost a little girth in recent months, likely worn out from doing a lot of work inside of Becky, but the thickness was still there even if the length was nothing special, and Sienna groaned loudly as I sank into her. She got used to it fast though, because soon she was fully impaled on it, bouncing up and down on my bent thighs as we screwed while we were standing there, with me cupping Sienna's ass while my face was buried under her arm. She came first, with me following right after, and while it wasn't pretty and didn't last long it was really good, and apparently was what we both needed. We ended up in her bed eventually, and the second time lasted a lot longer. Our clothes had finally come off, allowing me to explore her body. Her breasts were small and drooped quite a bit, giving her something we used to call banana boobs. The result of not ever wearing a bra, I assumed, but they felt quite nice in my palms as I squished them around roughly. After that, I intended to leave, but Sienna started licking my cock so that ended that idea. Unlike Carol and Becky, Sienna was able to take more than the head of my cock into her mouth. In fact, soon Sienna's lips were sliding down the shaft of my cock until her mouth was almost at the base of it. This was a new experience for me, and it felt so good that I was unable to make it last as long as I wanted to. "That's cool," Sienna told me after she had made me cum. "My jaw was starting to ache anyway." That was the only time I was with Sienna like that, although I stopped there from time to time to shop and chat. It had just been a casual physical relationship, the kind that happened a lot in that era, although this was the first time I had experienced anything like the "free love" that everybody else seemed to be enjoying. As for the crystal rock deodorant, my consumer review was that is was okay, but if you happen to sweat like a horse you would have to use it often during the day or else you would smell nasty. The smell and taste of fresh sweat does not bother me, and actually turned me on from time to time, but I've found that it doesn't age like fine wine, and the resulting body odor does nothing positive for me, although some do like that kind of thing. To each his or her own, I say. I did give one of the crystals to Becky, and even managed to show her how to use it, which led to us having sex one last time. I knew in my heart it was our finale, and as we parted I wished her nothing but the best with her and Roger. My wishes didn't help, because he got her pregnant a year later. He then apparently dumped her, leaving her a single mother at 19, and probably went on to mentor another teenage girl who was as naive as Becky was. ************ Thanks for all the positive feedback. Please don't be shy. If you have something to say about my stories, please leave feedback, positive or negative as well as any constructive criticism.