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Lost & Found

By: dahkme



I should never have listened to Bitsy. I was all comfortable in front of the fireplace with a glass of wine and immersed in the new John Grisham novel. When the phone rang. I almost let the machine pick it up, but I was never one to ignore a ringing telephone. 

"Hello?" 

"Rebecca, its Bitsy, I hope I am not calling too late, but you said that if I found any special art that I should contact you. I know this wonderful female artist and her work is stunningly erotic and I thought it would be perfect for your gallery. You simply must come see these pieces immediately," Bitsy said breathlessly.

"But Bitsy it is late and you know I rarely leave my home after dark. I mean after all this is New York. Can't this wait until tomorrow? I am sure the paintings will still be there in the morning."

"Danielle is leaving for Europe tomorrow and wont be back for a month and to be honest if you come buy these paintings, she wont leave and then I can convince her to move in with me. I love her and know that if you buy her paintings she won't leave me. Besides you owe me for setting you up with your last lover."

"Oh all right, she sighed. "Give me the address and I will be there as soon as I can."

A few minutes later, "Ok let me see if I have this right, once I get on the GW Bridge, I take the first exit and go right, go about 4 blocks to the deli and make a left. It's the third building on the left. "Is that correct?" 

"Yes, that's right, should take you about 30 minutes or so. We will be waiting. See you soon." 

Rebecca was hopelessly lost. She had been driving for an hour and a half now. Bitsy had said it was only 30 minutes. She followed the directions that she got on the phone, but couldn't find any deli or the streets that she was suppose to turn on. She had never been in this part of town before. Heck she did not even know this part of the city existed. So here she was in her BMW lost, confused and a little scared. 

She tried looking out the window to get her bearings, but all she could see was strange men huddled in doorways. She thought she saw a mother and child, but couldn't be sure since it was so dark. There were no buildings with lights on, no other cars on the streets. No street signs. She picked up her cell phone, but didn't know whom to call, no one else would be crazy enough to be down here, much less come after her. She really didn't have friends. She had customers from her gallery. She had associates from the Country Club. She knew the old lady in the penthouse the floor below. She also had the occasional one-night stand with someone from the lesbian bar that she went to once a week. But nothing serious was ever going to come from one-night stands. But she had no real friends. Bitsy was a friend only when she wanted something. So since she didn't know who to call she dialed 911. When she put the phone to her ear she didn't hear a thing. She pressed 911 again and noticed that the phone was dead.

"Damn, she yelled aloud. What the hell do I do now? I can't drive all night." 

She stopped at a red light and nervously lit up another cigarette. She thought she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and when she turned to look out the back window, the glass shattered and tiny shards were flying everywhere. She ducked down but not before a large piece hit her in the forehead. She felt a hand grab the collar of the jacket and pull her through the window. The glass ripped her clothing and cut her flesh. She felt the blood pouring from the cut, down her cheek and into her mouth.


When her body hit the ground, Rebecca saw a fist coming towards her face. She screamed. 

"Shut up, rich bitch, I only want your car and your money." Huge rough hands were roaming over her body, feeling for anything in her pockets. Her coat was ripped from her. Her earrings were torn from her ears. Then the fist was coming for her again and that was the last thing she saw before blackness overcame her.

Some time had passed and Rebecca found herself lying on a sidewalk with blood coming from a cut above her eye. Her mouth was cut, and she thought her nose was broken. She tried opening her eyes but found the left one swollen shut. She searched her mind to try and figure out where she was and what she was doing here, but everything was blank. She couldn't even remember her name. "Oh God, she thought what am I going to do now."

A small group of men were walking down the street toward her direction and they were grimy, and wore tattered clothes. They spotted Rebecca and started moving towards her. Rebecca was a beautiful, rich, snobby woman. Any other time she would not have given them the time of day. She still stood out in the clothes that she had on and instinctively knew that she was in serious trouble. Five men surrounded her. They were making lewd remarks. Calling her names and ogling her breasts. One even ran his hand up the inside of her leg. She pulled up her legs to her chest and tried to sink into the doorway to hide. It was too much for her to bear so she started screaming.

All of the sudden, there was a wild cry from across the street. A woman was shrieking and shouting in some strange language Rebecca had never heard before (or at least she couldn't remember if she had).

" erhalten Sie weg von ihr Sie schmutzige Schweine, oder ich schneide Sie oben und ziehe Sie den L”wen am Zoo! " The men then shouted a few choice words and took off down the street.

The woman approached Rebecca cautiously and kneeled in front of her. Speaking softly she asked "Are you all right, did they hurt you?" 

" I... I... think so, no they didn't hurt me just frightened me a little. Thank you, I am not sure what they would have done to me if you had not come along."

"What's your name sweetie and what are you doing down here?"

Rebecca searched her brain trying to remember anything she could about herself and said, "I don't remember my name or much of anything else. The only thing I know is waking up here." She shivered again more from the cold then anything else. 

"Well it looks like you were beaten up. "Did your boyfriend or husband do this to you?" 

"I really don't know how I got here. The last thing I remember is waking up here, bruised and bloody. Can you get me to a hospital or to a phone?" 

"Well the hospital is about two miles away, and I don't have a car. The nearest phone is about 5 blocks away through some pretty rough neighborhoods. I don't go into them much during daylight much less at night. I could take you to my place beneath the subway."

"I... I... don't know, I know that you may have saved me from those men, but I don't know you. But for some reason, I think I can trust you and since I really don't have much of a choice, I guess I will go with you. But at daylight we get me to a hospital. Ok?"

"Ok that's fair. Even if you had not wanted to go to my place I would not have left you alone out here. Let's go before more trouble comes. Can you walk?" 

"Yes, I think so." Rebecca stood up and immediately felt dizzy and started swaying. 

The stranger took her by the elbow until the dizziness stopped. 

" I can't remember anything. Why can't I remember?"

"You probably have a concussion, you also need to get a bandage on that wound. Let's get you to my place, get you cleaned up and then we can try to figure out how to get you home?" 

"I guess I really don't have much of a choice, now do I"

"No you really don't, but we do need to disguise your appearance a little." The stranger took off her long coat and put it on Rebecca and then took off her baseball cap and tucked Rebecca's beautiful red hair up underneath it and pulled it low over her eyes. "Hang on to my hand and don't look at anybody directly in the eyes. I will take to my place and get you fixed up."

When Rebecca took the strangers hand, she felt a strange sensation flow between them. Rebecca felt rather than sensed that she could trust this stranger. Well she couldn't keep thinking she was a stranger. 

"What's your name and what was it you said to those men to make them go away?" 

"My name is Heidi and it was German for, get away from her you filthy pigs or I will slice you up and feed you to the lions at the Zoo!" 

Rebecca let out a laugh. "I guess had you said that to me I probably would be running in the opposite direction too. You really don't have a knife do you?" she asked hesitantly. 

"No, I don't carry a knife, but if I scream something in German, people automatically think I am crazy and run away. It is a simple and safe way of surviving out here."

They arrived at a storm drain and crawled through it to a manhole cover. Heidi reached into her backpack and withdrew a tire iron and lifted the manhole cover out of the way. She then took Rebecca's hand (she too had felt the electricity) and helped her down the ladder to the sewer. After a few minutes with Heidi guiding them they arrived at a huge cave. Heidi led Rebecca to a chair and told her to sit still for a few minutes. Heidi then went to the portable kerosene heater and turned it on and lit a few oil lamps. She brought back a bottle of water that she got from a cooler and used the camp stove to heat it up and make some tea for Rebecca. 

"Why do you live down here Heidi? Don't you have a home to go to? Where's your family?" 

"My you are full of questions aren't you? Well let's see my family threw me out of the house when I was 17 because I told them I was gay and was sleeping with my best friend. Then I moved in with her and she decided 6 months later that she was no longer gay and kicked me out to the streets. I called my parents hoping that they changed their attitude about their daughter or gays in general and they told me they didn't have a daughter anymore. I tried to get a job and a place to live, but never finished high school and had no money so took to sleeping on the streets. When I first got on the streets I was so scared. Men were always trying to get me to do things for money or drugs. I tried the shelter thing, but since I was underage at the time, they would try to send me to juvenile detention. One even called my parents. 

One day, when it was really cold, I was huddled in the ladies room at Grand Central and this huge black lady came in. She looked at me and reached into her pocket and pulled out a sandwich. I wouldn't take it. I learned along time ago, you trust nobody out here. She left the sandwich on the counter and walked out. A few days later, in the same bathroom she left me another sandwich. But this time it had directions and a note.

The note said, "Follow the directions on the note if you want a warm bed and hot food." It was signed Mary. It was in the prettiest handwriting I have ever seen."

I was getting pretty desperate by then so I figured what have I got to lose. I knew that people lived in the subway tunnels and whole societies lived down here, but I was also too scared to go down them.

I followed the directions in the note and after about 10 minutes a wonderful smell hit my nose, it smelled just like my mother's sauerkraut and sausage. Sure enough, that's exactly what it was. I found the sandwich lady cooking on the propane stove. She must have sensed me there because she turned around and said "Come on in child and have a seat. My name is Crazy Mary, but I ain't really crazy." She put a finger to her lips and said "Shhhhhh don't tell anyone though. I have a reputation to keep around here."

"I have been down here ever since. Going on 7 years now. Mary died about 3 years ago, she had AIDS and gotten fired from her job at the hospital. Her husband and kids disowned her, so she came down here to live and help those she could. She left a will and gave me everything she had. $200.00, and almost everything you see here. She also taught me some first aid and CPR so that I can pass on her legacy of helping people who are hurt."

Heidi brought the cup of tea and a small bucket filled with warm soapy water and a first aid kit. She set the bucket down and handed Rebecca the tea. Rebecca sipped it and looked more closely at Heidi. Even though she lived on the street her skin was flawless, her hair was short almost to the point of being manly. She guessed that Heidi was about 5'6" and 120 pounds. She had incredible deep blue eyes that any soul would want to melt into. (I bet she has a sexy body under all those clothes) I wonder why I would think something like that? Flustered a bit, Rebecca looked at the ground.

Heidi took her fingers and lifted Rebecca's chin and got a closer look at her. She took a washrag from the tub and started washing Rebecca carefully. She started with her fingers on her left hand. "Well I can see that you aren't married, there is no line from a wedding ring. Your nails are manicured and you probably recently got your hair done." Heidi stood up and bent over Rebecca to look to see if there was a label in the back of her blouse. 

Rebecca was feeling strange, it was not pain or anything that frightened her but as strange as it sounded she was slightly aroused. She wished Heidi would keep touching her skin, it felt so wonderful.

"Your blouse is a from a very expensive designer." Heidi said. "So you must have some money." Heidi started to clean the wound on her head and Rebecca winced as she worked, then cried out as Heidi hit a particularly sensitive spot. Heidi looked closer and found a small shard of glass imbedded in the wound. With a pair of tweezers she took out the glass. "I wonder how you got glass in your wound? I don't think your nose is broken, but it will be swollen. I am a little worried about your eye. Can you see anything out of it?" 

"No, I can't seem to even open it. My head hurts a lot though."

"You probably have a concussion, which means that I cant let you sleep for a while. Normally I would ask you your name, what date is it, things like that. But since you can't remember anything, I guess you will have to ask me the questions so I can keep you talking."

Suddenly a high pitched voice shouted, "Hey Heidi are you here?

"Beth! It so good to see you I was worried! How are you and Mary doing?"

"We are doing great." She eyed Rebecca curiously. "Who's that?

"Well that's what we were just trying to figure out. I think she got mugged and she can't remember anything."

"Well Mary and I were going to head over to Dianna's place for some cards and I was going to ask you if you wanted to come, but I see your busy being a nurse maid."

Heidi glanced at Rebecca and then looked back at Beth, "Maybe another time." I think we should stay put for a while."

Beth looked a little more closely and Rebecca was feeling a little self conscious all of the sudden. 

"You know, you look familiar, I think I have seen your picture somewhere, but I can't remember where. If I think of it I will come back and tell you." Then she left the two of them alone again.

"Let's keep fixing your wounds and keep you talking." Heidi continued to clean the wounds and pick the glass from the cut in her head. "I have some pain medication, but I don't want to give you anything until we know for a fact that you don't have a concussion. But I did give you some herbal tea and that should help you relax a little."

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life down here Heidi"

"I have been down here so long, I don't think I could live on the surface again. I did think about trying to go back to school and become a real nurse, but I have a lot of patients down here that need my help more."

"Do you miss you parents?"

"I did at first. I would go to the neighborhood and watch them sitting on the porch. But they made their choice and I made mine. We live with our choices good or bad."

"Do you like being a lesbian?"

"I like who I am and I like the life I lead down here. I have love and respect and friends."

"Do you have a girlfriend down here? Sorry you don't have to answer that. It is a personal question and none of my business."

"There hasn't been anyone since my best friend dumped me. Too afraid of getting hurt and besides that the pickings are a little slim down here."

Heidi was so busy concentrating on cleaning the wounds on Rebecca that she didn't notice that she had fallen asleep. She took a few minutes to look more closely at her. This lady has class, she thought. On the surface, she wouldn't even have given me the time of day. But now she is just as helpless as I was when I first got down here. I can see that she gets a manicure and probably facials too. Her skin is so soft and smooth. Her red hair is like fire. I hope that the damage to her face heals properly but with the money she probably has, she can afford the best plastic surgeon. It's a shame really, she has money to burn and people down here are starving and dying. Oh well I can't change the way the world works. She took off a few layers of her clothing since it was getting quite warm from the heater in the small place.

She gently shook Rebecca awake, but Rebecca was startled and screamed. 

"Easy there, it's just me, Heidi. You were asleep. Do you remember where you are? 

"I... I... I am in the subway. I was hurt and you rescued me. Your name is H... Heidi right?"

"That is right, I know your tired and want to sleep, but if you have a concussion I have to keep you awake until we get you to a hospital. But I can let you lay down if that would make you more comfortable."

"I would like that, you won't leave me will you?"

"No darling I won't leave you. But I do need to check the rest of you for any injuries and to see if you are bleeding anywhere else. I have a robe and some spare clothes around here and I can help you clean up a little. I won't do anything that you don't want me too though. You are safe with me. I promise."

Rebecca hesitated for a second, then she rose and removed the coat that Heidi had loaned her. In the light of the lamp Heidi saw that Rebecca was absolutely stunning. She had long red hair, legs that could reach heaven, lovely green eyes and could have been a supermodel with that body. Heidi found she was getting aroused, she hadn't had sex with anyone since her best friend dumped her and found she was getting quite turned on by this beauty standing before her. 

Heidi started looking at Rebecca in a different light and Rebecca sensed the atmosphere in the room had changed dramatically although she didn't understand why. She started to unbutton her silk blouse, one button at a time. Heidi walked up to Rebecca and slowly ran her fingers up and down her arms, (looking for glass-yeah right), then walked behind her and ran her fingers up and down her spine, ever so slightly in case she touched some glass. Rebecca shivered and Heidi asked, "Are you cold?" 

"No, I am not cold"

"I need to check you for other injuries. So I am going to undo your pants, if you are uncomfortable with anything, tell me to stop and I will. I don't want to scare you more than you already are." 

"I am not scared, for some reason I trust you. You make me feel safe."

Heidi bent down and picked up Rebecca and carried her to the mattress on the floor that had a sleeping bag on it. She unbuttoned Rebecca's pants and slowly slid them down her legs carefully and gently. Her skin was so soft and smooth. This lady had class and any other time she would not have even noticed Heidi existed, much less be vulnerable to her as she was now. She ran her fingers down the outside of her left leg, taking delight in watching goose bumps appear at each touch, she looked at Rebecca and saw that Rebecca had her eyes closed and her lips partly open. She was flushed and looked to be totally relaxed with the things that Heidi was doing to her skin. She ran her fingers along the inside of each leg and brushed ever so gently against Rebecca's clit, causing her to jump and sit up. 

"Did that hurt, did I hit another piece of glass?" (Heidi knew darn well what caused her to react that way.)


Lost & Found



As I lay beside you in the night, the moonlight penetrates the window curtains enough to throw your silhouette into relief. I watch your breasts rise and fall with the slow, gentle rhythm of your breathing. Your face is turned away from me slightly, and the moon glow highlights your high cheeks, your slightly turned up nose. I'm filled with warmth, contentment. If I were a cat, I think I would purr. I feel giddy, almost like a 13 year old. Just three months ago, I didn't think I could ever feel this way. I didn't think I could ever be in love again.

You were the first person I had ever fallen in love with. You were the first person who made me understand the meaning of those three words. We met almost three years ago, both of us nurses, both of us volunteering a couple of times a week at one of the free clinics. I liked you, admired you, right from the start. You were open and friendly, smart and compassionate - a good nurse, but more. In your care, hostile patients lost their belligerence, the frightened patient felt secure, and the children always wanted to play with you, to touch you. You had that way with people, you still do.

We were friends, good friends, before we ever became lovers. It didn't take us long to understand that we were attracted to each other. But we each had had enough of college romances that lasted a couple of months, or encounters that lasted a couple of hours. We had time, we wanted to be cautious, so we went slowly and we became good friends.

Several months passed, then, after one particularly tough Saturday at the clinic, you said that all you wanted was a shower, a glass of wine and a back rub. I said my place was an easy walk...We picked up Chinese on the way, but we never got around to eating it. We made love that night for hours. My tongue all over your breast and nipples; your tongue between my legs; we explored each other in ways I had dreamed about since we had met. My fingers, deep inside you, I felt your spasms and thrilled to your orgasms, as if they were my own. Your fingers inside me, your tongue and lips caressing my clitoris, lifted me up on seemingly endless waves of passion and pleasure. I loved the scent of you, the feel of you on me, in me, next to me. You took me to new and wonderful places, but remained my link to reality. Intertwined limbs became intertwined hearts. We had sex that night, but we made love. For me, you had changed everything, forever.

After that, we were inseparable. I don't remember who suggested moving in together, but within the month we had. These were the giddy days, days when work seemed to drag until the time I could rush home to you, to your arms. When I came through the door, panties wet and nipples hard with desire, I'd die a little if you weren't already there. Often we made love before we even took time to eat our supper. I loved to undress you, to peel the clothing from your body, saving your panties until last, while I feasted on your lips and then your breasts. I loved your breasts, smaller than mine, but firm and little upturned like your nose. Your nipples were long and grew longer when I aroused you, and I loved to circle them with my tongue. And when this caused you to start to moan, I knew you were ready. My mouth would start its greedy trip down the valley of your tummy, towards the center of you. My hand, already caressing your thighs, would move up to find your warm, moist folds. My fingers would slip between them, sliding back and forth, occasionally moving up to circle and just touch your clitoris, swollen and straining out of its hood. And when my lips found the wiry patch of your pubic hair, they dropped immediately down to your clitoris. Gentling running my teeth across back and forth over it, I would penetrate you with my fingers, feeling your hips rise from the bed to draw them ever deeper. Swinging my body between your legs, my tongue would travel down through the folds and back up to your clitoris, while my fingers did their magic inside you. And I would feel my own orgasm building as I watched your face reflect the pleasure I was giving to you. And when I had made you cum until you couldn't cum anymore, you would start on me.....

The giddiness of our first weeks together gave way to months of deep contentment. These were the days of quiet evenings spent together, passion mixed with laughter, food shopping together, sex and housework. For eighteen months, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I didn't even realize it when things started to change. But, then, one day I noticed that your eyes no longer seemed to quite meet mine when we talked; the words "I love you" seemed to fall less frequently from your lips, the nights spent lying together, holding each other grew fewer. At first I suspected, then I feared, and then I knew that there was someone else. We never could keep secrets from each other, and one beautiful Saturday morning I asked you. Your lovely green eyes started to fill and you turned away from me, your lower lip beginning to tremble. You said it had started as a friendship at work. You had not wanted it to be more, you had fought to keep it from becoming more, but in the end you couldn't help it. The pull, the attraction between you was too strong. You had fallen in love with Him.

Him. The word exploded in my brain. I had not expected, not even suspected it. Him. Stunned, I asked if you had, if the two of you had......I couldn't find the words to finish asking. But the look on your face, in your eyes, told me, before your words, that you were lovers. That's when the shock gave way to the hurt, to the sharp, physical pain in my chest and in my heart, that made me think I might be sick. The pain that would dull during the days to come, but continue to ache for the weeks and months that followed. And I felt tears, rolling down my face, falling on my blouse. I couldn't look at you. I knew that you loved children; I had seen the wistful looks when we encountered laughing families in the market, at the park. I knew that your parents' disapproval of our life together weighed heavily on you, but I never suspected. If it had been another woman, I would know what to say, how to win you back, but Him.....how do I even begin to understand losing you to Him?

You wanted to tell me about Him, to tell me He was kind and good and gentle, but I couldn't listen. I didn't want to know. Instead, I asked when you were leaving. You said that He was going to help you tomorrow, Sunday. I said I had to be at the clinic very early. You see, I couldn't hate you. And if I met Him, knowing that you loved Him, I couldn't hate Him either. And that was just too much. I left you sitting there, tears on your cheeks.

I went for a walk in the warm spring weather, averting my eyes, avoiding stares from strangers. When I came home, you were gone and I was by myself.

Hours became days and days became weeks. I learned to take my love for you and my ache for you and lock it away in a seldom-used part of my heart. Every day I would take it out for a while and I would let myself feel it and I would cry for the loss of you. I would hug the sweater you had left behind, hungry for the smell, the odor, of you. But, as the days became weeks, I took the ache and the longing out less and less; my tears became fewer and fewer. Sleep returned, and though the memory of the love and of the hurt lingered, the ache subsided and I learned, slowly, to smile again.

Then today, when I came home, the door was unlocked. I opened it and there you were, sitting in my grandmother's old wooden rocker, a suitcase next to you. I stepped inside and you stood. I felt that locked part of my heart starting to open and I pushed against its door to stop it. The sudden, unexpected need to slam it shut made me momentarily cruel, and I asked why you were here, if He had thrown you out. I saw you wince as my words struck home and felt tears begin to sting my eyes, as you said, no, you had left Him. My heart was suddenly chilled and I asked if He had hurt you. To my relief, you shook your head no. I felt confusion, I started to ask why, but you walked to me and put a finger over my lips, silencing me, and you said

"I left Him because He wasn't you."

I felt the lock on that place in my heart break and all the love and all the longing that I had stored there, that I had tried to forget, came tumbling out. I felt tears welling up and rolling down my cheeks. As I wrapped my arms around you and pressed my lips to yours, I tasted the saltiness of your tears mingling with my own

I don't know how long we stood together like that, holding each other and kissing. I don't know how we found our way to my, to our bed, to make love. I remember your hands and your lips gliding over every part of me. I remember the sweetness of your scent, and your moans as my tongue circled the nipples I so loved, and my fingers penetrated the moist folds of flesh I had so longed to touch again. I remember that, our passion momentarily spent, we went to the kitchen to eat ice cream and that we returned to our bed with a bottle of wine and glasses and renewed desire for each other. And I remember that this time we made slow, languorous love until late into the night.

And now, I am laying here beside you, content. Too content, even for sleep. Tomorrow, there will be questions and probably some awkwardness. But love, and answers too. And we will sort things out. So, for now, I think I'll just lay here and watch you sleep and continue to be content that you are here, with me, again.



Lost and Found



Caroline McDuffy was lost. She didn't know the exact moment she had gone wrong, but she knew she had no chance of finding camp again. Her friends had asked her to wait for them before she started out that morning, but she had been impatient. After all, she'd been out there for three days; she had wandered the marked trails several times and thought she would be familiar enough with the area to go out alone.

What Caroline hadn't anticipated was how her focus on taking pictures would outweigh her common sense. She hadn't expected that she would follow a doe and fawn off the trail or be so intrigued by the shape of a particularly overgrown tree or hear the fall of water and then search for its source, without thinking of the consequences.

But after taking dozens of pictures of the waterfall and waiting for wildlife to appear there, Caroline realized she had never heard her friends mention the falls. Her anxiety increased when she looked at her watch and saw how many hours had passed. Her stomach growled, and she dug through her pack: two granola bars, an apple and two bottles of water. Sighing, Caroline bit into the apple and looked around, trying to spot a trail or path away from the falls. The only one she saw led in what she suspected was the opposite direction of her campsite. She knew she would have to get very lucky to find camp, and she also knew her friends didn't have any idea where she was. 

Caroline ran her hand over her camera, lost in thought. Again she looked around, searching for clues and angry with herself for not marking her path. Even as a novice camper, she knew better than to wander blindly through the woods. She thought her best chance would be to start walking in the direction she had arrived from and look for clues as she went.

She circled the area around the falls, hoping to remember something that would help her get back. On her second loop around she heard voices. Equal parts elation and fear raced through her as she wondered whether it was her friends or strangers. Caroline quickly moved behind a nearby tree so she could observe the newcomers without risking her safety; she saw a man and woman approach the waterfall.

They looked to be in their 30's; the man was tall with dark brown hair that fell casually across his forehead. He exuded an air of confidence, even from a distance. The woman was shorter with long, honey blond hair in a thick braid down her back. They both looked very fit and completely at ease in their surroundings.

Caroline decided they were her only chance. The looked like they knew the area, and she hoped with their help she would be more successful at finding her campground. They seemed comfortable and affectionate together, and Caroline thought she could probably risk trusting them. She knew that in the woods she was very vulnerable; she was self-aware enough to know that she was doubly vulnerable because she was an attractive woman with her auburn hair and green eyes. She hated her hips and her boobs, wishing she were a size smaller in both places, but she knew that men found her attractive. She often received compliments and offers for dates. Caroline dated some of those men, but she hadn't found anyone she liked enough to start a relationship. She seldom had sex casually and was, consequently, inexperienced. She often wished she could be as uninhibited as her friends, but opportunities for her to explore sexually just hadn't happened.

She continued to watch the couple for several minutes, observing their flirtatious way of touching, the way they relaxed together. She suspected they were married or had been involved for some time, and Caroline decided she would, in fact, be safe with them. Her instincts on people rarely failed her.

Caroline left the refuge of her hiding spot and began to walk toward the couple; hearing the crunch of leaves and twigs under her feet, they immediately turned toward her. They stared at her, obviously surprised to see another person. She continued toward them, hoping she was making the right choice. She stopped about ten feet from where they stood by the falls, her hand stroking the edge of her camera. 

"We didn't expect to see anyone else out here today," the woman said.

Caroline smiled. "I'm quite glad to see you, actually."

"Oh. Why?" Again the woman spoke, and Caroline's nerves calmed. The woman smiled, and Caroline felt safer.

"I'm a bit lost. I've been out taking pictures this morning, and I didn't watch the trails. I'm not exactly sure where my camp is now."

They looked at her closely. She wondered if they were thinking she was stupid for getting into such a predicament. Or maybe they were just being cautious, too. She couldn't fault them for it, since she questioned herself for allowing the situation to happen.

"Maybe we can help. I'm Susan and this is my husband Kyle." Susan held out her hand and Caroline immediately shook it, relieved again by Susan's friendliness.

"It's nice to meet you. My name is Caroline."

"We know this area fairly well. I'm sure we can be of some assistance." Kyle's voice was quiet, but he spoke with an air of authority and confidence. "Can you describe the location of your camp? We might know where it is."

"My friends and I set up about a mile from the bluff. I left several hours ago, but I don't know how far I've walked during that time. I've wandered a bit."

"We know that area," Susan reassured her, "but I don't think we can get you back there before it gets dark. Do you mind making camp with us tonight?"

This wasn't good news for Caroline. Having intended to return to camp within a few hours, she hadn't brought any of her gear. And even though she felt she could be comfortable with Kyle and Susan, they were strangers. The idea of spending the night alone with them at their camp intimidated her. 

As she considered her options again, Kyle spoke, "I can tell you're worried. We won't hurt you, I promise. Why don't we sit down and talk, and then you can decide what you want to do."

Caroline was immensely grateful for the offer. That he sensed and understood her fears calmed her. Of course, it would help her if she got to know them better. Opening her pack, she retrieved a water bottle and sat on a large rock next to the pool of water. Susan and Kyle followed her lead and sat nearby. Caroline realized as soon as she began to relax how exhausted she was from her hike and from her fear of being lost. 

"So you're a photographer?" Susan asked, gesturing toward the camera.

"Yes. I don't usually do nature photographs, but my friends had planned a camping trip and invited me along. I thought it would be fun to join them. So here I am. You can tell I'm a rookie camper, getting lost like this."

"It happens to the best of us. We've been camping out here for years, since before we were married."

"When was that?"

"Six years," Susan said with a coy smile at her husband.

"What kind of work do you do?" Caroline asked them.

"I'm in marketing. Kyle is a broker."

As they continued to talk, trading stories about their jobs and families, Caroline relaxed. Knowing that they didn't pose a danger to her, Caroline finally agreed to return to their camp with them.

"We'll set out first thing in the morning. It'll be a long walk, but you should get there around lunchtime tomorrow. I hope your friends won't be too worried." Kyle picked up his pack as he spoke, and reached a hand down to help Caroline stand. She was surprised by his touch, by the slight spark on her skin, but she ignored it. It didn't matter if she found him attractive; he was married, and still a stranger. 

"I'm sure they'll be sick about it. They're probably trying to get help or they'll be looking for me this evening. I feel terrible knowing how upset they probably are."

"I can imagine," Susan said, "but you can't help that. We don't want to be out wandering after dark. Even though we know this area well, we don't hike at night."

"Of course," Caroline told her. "I really do appreciate your help. Especially taking me in tonight. I'm afraid I don't have any gear or food."

"We have enough to share," Kyle reassured her. "Don't worry about it."

"Thanks. I wish there were a way I can repay you. You've really saved me today."

Susan laughed. "We're always glad to meet new people. It's our pleasure. Really. But maybe we'll think of something."

Kyle led the women along the one marked path away from the falls. "Our camp isn't far, less than a half hour walk from here."

Caroline was glad to hear it; her exhaustion weighed heavily on her. She knew she would have never been able to make it back to her friends as tired as she was. Even the thirty-minute walk overwhelmed her. The time passed quickly though, with Kyle and Susan telling her about their previous camping trips, about the animals they had seen, and about the other campers they had met.

"No bear out this year. At least not that we've seen," Susan said.

"Bear? Here?"

Kyle replied, "There aren't many that come into these parts. But there are some. This is where they live, after all, not us."

"That's true. I guess it's easy to forget that we're the intruders."

"Yes, we've seen a lot of campers leave trash or food out. It's very frustrating to watch how self-absorbed people can be. I mean, you come out here and see the wonders of nature, but then you don't try to protect it. That doesn't make sense to me." Susan seemed truly upset. "I'm sorry. I know I'm ranting."

"That's okay," Caroline told her. "I understand what you're saying. It is frustrating."

They walked in silence, each keeping their own thoughts. Caroline itched to pull out her camera; the play of muscle along the back of Kyle's legs intrigued her, as did the swing of Susan's braid. Caroline's own hair had never been long enough for a braid, and she enjoyed watching it move across Susan's back. Caroline's gaze fell, and she became even more entranced by the movement of Susan's hips. Surprised at herself, Caroline pulled her eyes away and took in her surroundings. What was she doing thinking that way about a woman, she wondered. That she found both Susan and Kyle so attractive disturbed her, but Caroline assumed it was merely a side effect of her exhaustion and gratitude at being found.

Caroline was relieved when she finally caught sight of their camp. They had a small tent set up in a clearing. Kyle dropped his pack and immediately kneeled down to start a new fire. 

"Are you sure you have room for me, "Caroline asked, eyeing the tent skeptically.

"Yes, it's big enough for three. Why don't you take a nap while we make dinner? You look exhausted." Susan offered.

"I hate to be rude, but I am very tired. I think all my wandering and worrying is taking its toll."

"If you're not used to hiking, you can over-do it pretty easily," Kyle said. "We don't mind if you go in the tent and lay down for a bit. We'll wake you for dinner."

Caroline wanted to protest further, but her body urged her to accept their offer. "Thanks," she finally said. Susan led her to the tent and opened the flap for her.

"Make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks for everything. I really owe you."

"Don't worry about it" 

Caroline crawled into their joined sleeping bags, and her eyes closed almost immediately in sleep.

Caroline awoke disoriented. As soon as she opened her eyes, she panicked. She didn't recognize the sleeping bag or tent. As she struggled to remember how she had gotten there, she heard two voices, deep in discussion. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but they seemed to be talking about her. 

Caroline had remembered the earlier events of the day by the time she opened the flap and exited the tent. She was lost, at a campsite with two strangers, with no way of finding her friends. But she truly hoped she was right about Susan and Kyle because her safety depended on them.

Kyle and Susan sat near the campfire; the sun was close to setting, and the only other light came from the fire and two nearby lanterns. Caroline's stomach rumbled as she saw the plates of food set near the fire. Caroline sat next to Susan, and smiled shyly.

"Thanks for the nap. I feel much better."

"You must be hungry," Susan said, sympathetically.

"Yes, very." Susan handed Caroline a plate heaped with a hotdog, beans and chips. 

"Nothing fancy tonight, I'm afraid. We're breaking camp day after tomorrow, so there aren't a lot of choices left."

"Thanks. I appreciate you sharing with me."

"You're welcome," Kyle said. He watched her intently. Caroline couldn't decide if she was more aroused or uncomfortable under his steady gaze. 

They ate in companionable silence, listening to the sounds of the crickets and the night animals scurrying around. Even after a few nights of camping with her friends, Caroline still wasn't totally comfortable that she couldn't see what was moving around her. But Caroline slowly relaxed as the food filled her stomach. No longer hungry or tired, she felt more like herself. Kyle still stared at her, and Caroline wondered what he was thinking.

"Thanks again. I really owe you," Caroline told them, sincerely. She knew it was a lot to depend on the kindness of strangers.

"There's something you can do for us in return," Kyle finally said, eyes locked on Caroline's face. He showed no expression.

"Really? What?"

"You're going to do as I tell you tonight."

Caroline sat stunned; she had no idea what he meant, "I'm sorry. I don't understand."

"If you want us to take you back to your camp tomorrow, you must do as I say tonight."

Caroline was confused. She looked at Susan for help, but Susan merely smiled back at her. They had seemed so nice before, but suddenly Caroline had no idea what to think of them.

"I still don't understand."

"You will," Susan finally said. She reached her hand to take Caroline's plate and picked up one of the lanterns with the other. "I'll just clean up the food and the dishes."

Caroline watched her move away, and her fear increased. What did Kyle mean? What would happen to her, she wondered. But under the fear, a small thrill of anticipation raced through Caroline.

"Go to the tent, get undressed and wait." Caroline looked at Kyle, disbelieving. "Now," he added when she didn't move.

Unwillingly, Caroline picked up a flashlight and walked toward the tent, which was now lit by a lantern. She wondered if she should run and try to hide in the woods until morning or if she should scream and hope for help. Neither of those options seemed very likely to do more than get her a broken leg or make Susan and Kyle angry. Her mind raced through all her choices, but she couldn't find one that would help her. She was trapped.

Caroline sunk down on the sleeping bag in defeat, almost overcome by her fear. With trembling hands, she slowly removed her clothes: first her hiking boots and socks, then the long sleeved man's shirt she wore, and finally her blue pants. She couldn't force herself to undress completely and left her simple white cotton bra and underwear on. She didn't understand how she could have been so wrong about Susan and Kyle, how she could find them attractive when they would do this to her.

Kyle entered the tent, and sat down next to Caroline; he leaned back on his elbows. "I thought I told you to get undressed, but I guess that's good enough for now." 

"Please don't do this to me. I can give you money for your trouble once we get back to my camp. I really don't want to do this. You're really scaring me," Caroline's voice was nearly a whine.

"I don't need your money." Kyle reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers, so that his cock was exposed. Caroline stared at his erection; his size wasn't overwhelming, but Caroline couldn't pull her gaze away from it, even when she heard Kyle say, "Suck it."

She was terrified of what Kyle was going to do to her, wondering if he was planning to hurt her or rape her. She hated feeling helpless; she also hated that a small part of her wanted to obey him. 

"I've never really done that before, " Caroline whispered. She was ashamed of her inexperience, but even more she was ashamed of her attraction for him. 

"You need to learn then. Come here," Kyle said, holding out his hand to Caroline. Hesitantly, she moved toward him; he tangled his fingers through her hair and pulled her head down to his cock. Caroline resisted his grasp, but he continued to tug at her, pulling her hair tightly until she winced. "Pretend it's a lollipop."

The pain in her scalp and the tone of Kyle's voice frightened Caroline. She didn't know what he would do to her if she refused. And she didn't know what would happen if she obeyed. Giving in, Caroline hesitantly licked the tip of his cock, and Kyle immediately loosened his hold on her hair. Caroline understood then that he would not cause her pain if she did as he asked. Her tongue lapped at him, gently tasting his crown and then his shaft. She hesitated a moment before she licked his balls; when Kyle groaned, Caroline smiled to herself, surprisingly glad to know that she was pleasing him and that she held at least a small bit of control.

"Put your mouth around me." Kyle ordered.

Caroline was afraid of choking, but she obeyed, wrapping her mouth around the top of his cock. She felt Kyle push down on her head, and because her resistance was rapidly weakening, she slid down on him; he pushed her down further and she gagged at the feeling of him in her throat. His cock nearly filled her mouth, and the feeling of it both scared and aroused her. 

"Relax. Move up and down, now. And use your tongue."

Caroline did as he asked, riding her mouth on his cock. She enjoyed the feeling of giving him pleasure, and his groans encouraged her. Feeling bold, Caroline wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him; she had given hand-jobs before, so she felt more comfortable with that. Moving her hand and mouth in the same rhythm, she swirled her tongue up and down the length of him over and over. Caroline's tongue tired and she wondered how long he would make her continue.

Finally, Kyle grunted and his hips bucked. He gripped her hair again and tore her mouth from his cock. Immediately his semen spurted out and hit her chin and chest. 

When she finally met his eye, he smiled and said, "I didn't think you could handle swallowing your first time."

Caroline just stared at him, not sure how to feel about his consideration or how to feel about her own growing arousal.

"Clean yourself up," he told her, handing her a towel. "Then it's Susan's turn."

Caroline wiped away his cum and stared at him. Susan entered the tent and sat next to Kyle, her hand lazily, possessively, teasing his cock. 

"I don't like women," Caroline finally said. It was bad enough for him to force her to give him a blowjob, but Caroline wasn't a lesbian- how could she do anything with Susan?

"I think you do," Kyle said smiling, his fingers teasing Susan's nipple through her shirt. "Besides it doesn't matter. You have to do what I say."

"I think I've done enough." Caroline didn't know how she had gotten so bold; she did find Susan attractive, but she couldn't imagine how she could bring herself to touch a woman that way.

"Do you? That's too bad because I disagree," Kyle argued. "Take your clothes off Susan." Susan quickly obeyed, pulling her shirt over her head. Caroline's eyes were transfixed by Susan's breasts; they weren't overly large, but even through her bra, Caroline could see the high points of her large nipples. Caroline had never seen another woman's breasts before, except in movies, and she didn't know what to think. Susan removed her pants, and Kyle unsnapped her bra, laughing quietly at Caroline's watchful gaze.

"Suck her nipples. She likes that."




Lost and Found



Caroline finally pulled her gaze away and looked at Kyle. "I've never done that to anyone before. I don't know what to do. I don't want to do this."

"Yes you do. Kiss her the way you want to be kissed. I'll show you." Kyle leaned down and circled his tongue around Susan's breast. "You try now."

Caroline lowered her mouth to Susan's other breast and imitated Kyle's movements. Susan sighed, clearly enjoying the feeling of having a mouth on each breast. Kyle opened his mouth around the nipple and pulled it in between his teeth; Caroline did the same, careful not to bite. Susan tasted and smelled like vanilla, despite the activity of her day. Kyle continued to suckle her, and Caroline thought of what Susan must be feeling; the idea of it aroused Caroline and she tugged harder on the nipple. When Susan moaned, Caroline felt the moisture increase between her own legs. Caroline bit down slightly on the hard point, and Kyle smiled in approval. 

"Now eat her pussy."

Caroline pulled back, surprised. "I don't know how. No one has ever..." She stopped too embarrassed to finish her sentence.

"You've missed out on too much, Caroline," Kyle told her. "We'll help you."

Susan spread her legs apart, and Kyle pushed Caroline's face toward her pussy. Caroline could smell the sweet musky scent of her arousal; Susan had shaved her pubic hair, and Caroline could clearly see her labia, already puffed with arousal. Kyle's hand continued to push her down until her mouth was above Susan's pussy; Caroline knew that she had to follow his orders, even though she didn't know how; she very slowly touched her tongue to Susan's cleft. Caroline couldn't identify the taste, but she was amazed to find that she liked it, and she licked further down to taste more. Kyle's hand relaxed around her head, but he left it in her hair as a reminder.

"Touch my clit, too." 

Having Susan add to her instructions surprised Caroline, but it also further aroused her. Caroline used her hand to gently play with Susan's clit as her mouth explored the different tastes and textures of Susan's cunt. Kyle drew Susan's nipple into his mouth again, and Susan gasped. Caroline pushed her tongue into Susan's hole, not certain exactly what she was doing.

"That's right. Fuck her with your tongue."

Caroline was relieved to hear his praise, hoping that he would demand less of her if she satisfied his demands. She doubled her efforts, pushing her tongue harder into Susan as her fingers caressed her clitoris. Caroline felt Susan's body tighten beneath her and her pussy clenched around her tongue. Caroline's fingers furiously worked Susan's clit as her tongue pushed in and out of her. Susan cried out and her body spasmed as an orgasm rolled through her. Uncertain, Caroline continued on, enjoying the way Susan's body trembled in pleasure.

Eventually, Caroline stopped and watched as Susan's body relaxed. Susan smiled, "Thanks, Caroline. Not a bad first effort."

Kyle's hand released Caroline's hair when he saw that his wife was satisfied. He smiled at the two women, his eyes flicking between them. He had a new erection from watching Caroline eat his wife, and Caroline worried what he would do to her now, whether she would be forced to have sex with him. Part of her wanted to know what it would be like for him to fuck her; the rest of her was terrified.

Sensing her fear, he smiled at her, "Don't worry. I don't fuck anyone but my wife. But you're going to watch."

Caroline's eyes widened. She was relieved to find out he didn't plan to have sex with her, but she was shaken by the idea of watching them together. Before she could protest, Kyle had leaned down to kiss his wife. Caroline wished someone would kiss her that way, with that kind of passion and affection. Kyle's hand idly stroked down Susan's ribs.

"I want you to watch, Caroline. Enjoy what you see. Touch yourself. Make yourself come," Kyle told her, each statement interrupted as he kissed his wife. "On your hands and knees, Susan."

Susan rolled over and lifted her ass in the air. From her position next to them, Caroline could clearly see the sway of Susan's breasts; she watched as Kyle moved behind Susan and slowly slid into her. Caroline saw the flash of pleasure on Susan's face as Kyle rocked into her, circling his hips as he held himself deep in her pussy. Caroline watched the jolt of Susan's breasts as Kyle began to thrust in and out, harder and harder. She heard the clash of their bodies with each movement; they both moaned, Susan crying out with each penetration. 

Caroline ached to be fucked that way; she wanted someone to fill her, to slam against her the way Kyle did Susan. Watching them, as their bodies moved faster and faster, grinding against each other, Caroline slipped her hand down to her pussy. Her panties were soaked from her arousal, and she slid her hand underneath to touch her clit. With each thrust of Kyle's body into Susan, Caroline stroked her clit, rubbing it furiously. She watched as Kyle grabbed Susan's hips and held himself within her, yelling out as he climaxed. Caroline's own body throbbed, and when Susan began to cry out, writhing beneath Kyle, Caroline rocketed into orgasm. Her body trembled with its release; she closed her eyes and drifted, willing her body to relax.

She didn't remember anyone helping her under the sleeping bag, but when she woke the next morning, she found herself nestled deeply under its cover. The tent was empty, and Caroline felt a flicker of fear that they had left her. Or that they would make more demands of her. She didn't understand what had come over her the night before; she had enjoyed all of it; she had liked sucking Kyle's cock and eating Susan's pussy. And more than that, she had come while watching them have sex. She was shocked at herself, and wondered how much more she would allow herself to do.

Caroline quickly dressed and exited the tent. She saw that Susan and Kyle were already packing up in preparation for the days hike. Pouring a cup of coffee from the pot by the fire, Caroline watched them for a sign of what would happen next. She ate a granola bar from her pack and waited. 

Finally, Susan said, "I think we're ready to take you back. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes." Caroline could hardly speak from her relief. She wanted so badly to return to the safety of her friends.

They all grabbed their packs and Kyle led the way toward the waterfall where they would pick up a trail to the bluff. No one spoke, and Caroline was quickly lost in her thoughts. She found herself thinking about the events of the night before, wondering what it would have been like to have had sex with them, wondering if she wanted to be with a woman again, and wondering if she could go back to the way she had been before. Sex wasn't a priority in her life, but suddenly she wanted it to be. She wanted to enjoy it, the way Kyle and Susan had the night before. 

Occasionally Kyle or Susan would point out a particular landmark or tell her the name of a bird or flower. But most of the hike was silent and Caroline was glad for it. Just as they had promised the day before, they reached the area near her campsite around midday. Since they were close enough for Caroline to hike the rest of the way on her own, Kyle and Susan decided to leave her there. 

"Enjoy the rest of your camping trip," Susan told her, smiling.

"Thanks for helping me back." Caroline felt awkward thanking them after what had happened, but she was grateful to be back safely.

"You're welcome." Susan turned away, and she and Kyle walked off. Caroline stood and watched them until they disappeared among the trees. She could hardly believe that the people who had just helped her were the same people from the night before. It was almost as if she had imagined it. Imagined or not, Caroline knew she would never be the same person. She wanted sex in ways she had never thought of before. Walking toward her camp, she wondered if any of her friends would be willing to help her get started.



Lost and Found



The darkness closed in around her as she slowly made her way through the trees. Night was falling and she was lost in the forest, no idea how to get out of here, nowhere to turn. How did she get here? She had no idea, all the trees looked the same to her, no breaks, just miles and miles of trees. As the night moved in, replacing the day, she began to feel apprehensive, the slight uneasiness of not being sure where she was turned into fear. She could not help but feel as if someone or something was stalking her. She looked all around her, becoming less and less familiar with where she was and even less sure of where she was going.

The sounds of the night began to fill the still air. An owl hooting seemed to come from everywhere, crickets chirping all around, underbrush moving as the night creatures began to stir. Footsteps, she was sure she heard footsteps, not the sound of animals moving about in the woods, but the sound of a human walking nearby. Behind her is where she heard the sound, she stops moving to look behind her. When she looks she sees nothing, the sound of the movement has stopped, she begins walking, at a faster pace now, even though she has no idea about where she is heading. As she continues, the sound of the footsteps begins again, quickly sounding as if they are growing closer. All of a sudden she is aware of the presence behind her and then nothing.

It is daylight when she awakens; her head is pounding, feeling as if a grenade had gone off inside her head. The sunlight so harsh on her eyes, she looks about her. Is this where she was last night when everything went completely black? She has no idea, wouldn't know unless it was marked with a sign. As she regains consciousness and as feeling returns to her body she notices more pain, more than what there would be from just a fall. Her legs sore, her pussy feeling as if it had been used hard. She examines herself, no bruises, no scratches, at least none that she can find. Except for the pain in her head and the ache below her waist there is no evidence of anything having been done to her. The day passes quickly as she tries to gather her head and make sense of what happened, by the time she is settled enough to move the sun is high in sky. She sets off slowly, snacking on berries she finds along the way. Her movement is at a snails pace, much slower than yesterday. She continues moving, slowly through the trees. Her body tiring on her quickly, she stops to rest, leaning against a tree. Her head pounding again, from the exertion and the lack of food she falls asleep.

Waking with a start after dark she realizes she isn't alone, looking around she spies him in the shadows. Tall, dark, a menacing shadow among the deep early evening shadows. Squinting, trying to see him clearly she realizes he isn't quite human. There is something not right about his form. He is like a cross between a man and some kind of beast, a bear or a lion; no it looks like a dog. Unsure, she continues staring, terrified of the motionless figure in the shadows, sees him sniff the air and then move forward. He stalks closer to her, cautiously, like he's trying not to frighten her. She is trembling now, realizing the futility of screaming in these what seem to be endless woods, but still struggling against it. If he wanted to hurt her wouldn't he have done it by now?

Closer he comes, closer to her, sniffing the air, smelling her on the evening breeze. He trembles too, but for a different reason, he's trembling, trying to hold back his excitement...and failing. He closes the gap between them and she sees now he appears to be a perfectly normal human male, not overly tall, not really that impressive to look at. Her fear subsides, but not completely, she cautiously watches him as he approaches. He still seems to be sniffing the air, like her scent is leading him to her. She speaks, "H-h-h-ell-o?" 

He stops moving, cocking his head and looking at her. Listening to her speak, her sweet voice drifting on the air to him. He opens his mouth and he speaks, firmly, confidently, "Hello, I'm Tim, I live not to far from here and was walking when I heard you crying out in your sleep. I decided to watch you for a while and see if you were alright; is there anything I can do to help?"

"Do you have a car? Living this far out you must have one, I could really use a ride back into town," she answers. 

Tim replies, "Come with me, I'll get you where you need to be." 

She stands, deciding he doesn't appear to be a threat to her, in fact she's trying to figure out why she trusts him, but she does. He begins moving through the trees, moving back the direction she first saw him. He moves slowly, giving her a chance to catch up to him. 

"How far from here do you live?" she asks. 

He replies "Not far, just over that ridge," pointing to a small hill just ahead of them and continues walking. He looks at her in the pale moonlight, and realizes how beautiful she is, just a couple inches shorter than himself, gorgeous long red hair, and eyes that are sparkling in the cold light of the moon. His excitement, put on hold when she spoke, is now rekindled, realizing tonight will not be like last night when he accidentally knocked her out as he pounced on her and had his way with her. The difference is tonight he must change into his true form, his excitement making it difficult to control the change he knows is coming.

They top the small hill and begin descending down into a valley; she searches the landscape for a house, but sees nothing. He leads to the right, toward another hill; she does not see anything there. Closer to the hill they get, then he says, "Come on inside" and disappears into a small cave in the earth. After he disappears, what seems to be a flame stabs its way into the dark, making the night not seem so bad. She follows him, all her fears forgotten along the way, something has changed, she is now not only at ease with him, but also attracted to him.

As she emerges in the cave through the small rift in the ground she immediately is thrown into confusion, instead of the man she expected to see, there stands a wolfen figure, impossibly standing on two legs, perfectly upright. His tail swishing behind him, he stands looking at her, expecting her to run, waiting for the thrill of the chase. She doesn't move however, even though he has changed forms she realizes it's still the same guy she trusts (though why she still doesn't know). She asks him, in a matter of fact voice, "How are you going to take me back?"

Surprised he is unsure of how to answer for a minute, then answers, "I had no plan on taking you anywhere but here." He reaches for her and she allows herself to be taken into his arms, her face against his fur covered chest.

This feeling passing through her confuses her, she knows she should be frightened but isn't. She knows she is safe with him, though why she still doesn't know. She nuzzles against his furry body, wanting to be held by him, needing his touch. Her body reacts to him in a way that does frighten her. She feels a feeling that she hasn't felt in a very long time and knows that even in this form that he is in she must have him, must be with him, must taste him and feel him inside her. She strokes his fur, her hands gliding slowly down his belly, looking for and finding his cock. She takes it in her hand, it is large in her small fingers. Stroking it she feels it grow in her hand, she cannot get her fingers around it, terrified of its size but needing it she doesn't care. 

His hands (well sort of hands, they still have five digits, more like paws) move down her body, curling under the hem of her shirt and then lift it. He stares at her with disbelief in his eyes, not sure why she is doing this, why she does not fear him, but enjoys it nonetheless. The confusion in his eyes fades as her tits tumble out from under her shirt, he lifts it over her head then dropping it on the ground beside them. His long canine-like tongue comes out of his mouth and tastes her neck, his hands/paws grope at her breasts, claws running across her skin leaving red lines on her white skin. His tongue working its way down her, he enjoys the salty taste of skin, the heat radiating from her. His tongue makes contact with a nipple and he licks it hard and fast; a moan escapes her lips as he takes it into his mouth. His teeth close around it, lightly biting her, knowing if he draws blood she will become like him.

She moves away from him slightly, and then drops to her knees, still grasping at his swollen member. She leans forward and takes it into her mouth, feels it stretching her mouth as she takes the head in. She sucks hard at him, feels him throbbing in her mouth. She cups his balls and then takes as much of him into her mouth as she can (which isn't much really), then sucks back to the tip of his head. She licks him up and down slowly. Her excitement grows, the incredible situation turning her on even more, nibbling on him hard, the need to be fulfilled rising. She cannot believe she is doing this, yet wanting it.

He moves his paw/hands down her back as she teases him with her mouth. Bending over her he leans forward enough that his long arms reach down her back. He takes one finger and strokes her ass, the clawed tips squeezing her ass before going on down between her legs. He feels her heat through his fur-covered fingers. She wiggles against his paw/hand urging him to take what he wants. He picks her up and flips her upside down in his arms. Upside down she stares at his cock, then begins nibbling and licking it again. She stops when she feels his muzzle between her thighs, licking her, nipping with those sharp canine teeth. His long tongue stroking her hard, wetting down her thighs, he smells her as her excitement grows smells the wonderful smell of her wet pussy. His tongue rapidly enters her, making her gasp for a breath. The long canine tongue sinking deep into her, deeper than she had ever been penetrated by a tongue before. The sudden invasion by his hot tongue causes her to erupt all over his face, her orgasm exploding inside her. 

Shaking she starts sucking on him again determined to take as much of him as she can. Her mouth closes around his shaft again, taking more in than the last time. He's throbbing hard, his need to have her growing and she feels it in her mouth. He licks her over and over, sucking and biting at her clit, her lips, his tongue snaking deep into her pussy. He tastes her need, the same need he has, the need to be inside her, filling her with his cock. He lowers his body to the ground, placing her on her back before him, his cock slipping out of her mouth. He picks her up again and turns her around, her feet on the ground beside him. He growls as he opens her thighs wide, looking down, he sees her wet, dripping pussy waiting for him to take her. 

His cock moves forward, opening her lips as he begins sliding into her. Stretching her open as he sinks his hard cock into her, she gasps in pain but does not cry out, this is what she's been wanting. She feels herself being torn; skin opening as she is stretched beyond all her limits, feels blood mixing with her juices as they begin to run down her ass. He strokes her, gently at first then it becomes a violent assault on her sensitive pussy. Rapidly punching his cock in and out of her, she gets used to the pain, feels it turn to pleasure. He leans down and locks his mouth around her neck, feels the artery below the skin pumping blood rapidly, feels her breath being taken in and then exhaled hard, short quick breaths.

The orgasm grows in his balls, feels all his muscles tighten and so does she, her pleasure shooting through her body as he lengthens and thickens inside her. Her hips bucking up to meet each of his thrusts they are both close, so close. His cock twitches as he strokes her, her pussy clasps tight around him and together they cum. Instinctively he clamps his teeth around her shoulder and bites down, breaking the skin and drawing blood. The change takes place immediately, her body stretches and changes, fur covers her body as she shakes in her orgasm. With each wave of pleasure another change takes place, teeth, (pleasure) ears, (pleasure) tail all become part of her. She growls back in her excitement, taking all of his cum as she bites him back on his arm, the change is permanent.

Together they live in their den. Forever his now, no longer alone. Lost to society she has become, taken by him, found by him. Her nature now given a name, now given a reason to exist. She belongs to him and she would have it no other way, She found what she needed, him. 



Lost and Found



A small ad in the personals under 'Men Seeking Women' nets me two hundred letters each and every time.





Lost and Found



"I am inclined to lead, yes. Where did that question come from?" I'm curious where she came to think these thoughts.

"This isn't the first time I've considered us making love. I didn't know if you were headed in that direction until this afternoon. You have always directed our friendship and I'm timid anyway so I've waited for your lead."

"You've considered us being together before?

"Yes. Why wouldn't I? We spend so much time together and we get along so well and I find you sexy."

The last takes me by surprise. I can't remember anyone suggesting I'm sexy. "Sexy, Hmm, Thank you. If you've thought of making love so often, how do you imagine this evening?"

"I have imagined dressing in the things you've bought for me and you becoming overwhelmed and taking me on the instant; but that never happened. I've dreamt of you taking me home to your place after one of our lunches and having your way with me, without asking my permission. I think I would have liked that the most; but this is very thrilling, I've never been courted before." I fall in love with her smile for the hundredth time this day.

"I'm not above taking the lead; but I like to sound the waters before I wade too deep. You have dressed especially for me, right?"

"Yes!" I can see the question she doesn't express on her face.

"Did you wear the stockings and garter belt I laid out for you?"

"Yes!" Your blush rises as you acknowledge things in public you consider secret.

"Did you wear a thong?"

"No!" The word is almost too quiet for me to hear, in your nervousness at revealing such a revealing fact to me you are afraid someone else will hear.

"Did you wear any panties at all?"

"No!" Her answer is as quiet as before and her blush rises higher.

"Thank you. No one can see you from behind. Can anyone see what you are doing behind me?"

"No!"

"I want you to lift your skirt so that your bare bottom is on the seat, then let your skirt drape around you so no one will notice."

"The waitress will know!"

"She will understand and I will leave her a large tip. Maybe she would like someone to place her in your position, maybe she would like me to place her in your position." 

"She is cute, but I don't think she is as patient as I am."

"Have you been waiting for me to do this for awhile?"

"Not this, but something. I've enjoyed our meetings and looked forward to the next. Maybe its best we took this path but I would have taken a shorter one."

"Maybe I'm the one who's cautious. Do I need to be more forward?"

"I like you the way you are. Do I really need to lift my skirt?"

"Yes, it will make you feel more vulnerable and available." I see her rise and her hands shift her skirt; as she sits I hear an intake of breath. "Is the seat cold?"

"Yes! Do you treat all of your ladies this way?"

"No, I try to respond to what a lady's needs. Try not to leave a wet stain on the chair." This is a level of honesty I'm not accustomed to. Watching the blush rise across her breasts and up her face I can see the dilemma she's in. The excitement of the conversation is getting to her and she has no way of hiding it.

"It's too late, even the back of my skirt is stained. I can't leave this chair without everyone around knowing what has happened." Kay's look of despair draws the last ounce of my care.

"I will not let that happen; trust that I care for you that much." Our dinner is a dance of desire, reaching for that ultimate feeling but putting it off for a while yet. "What did you envision happening between us?"

"I've had many dreams. I haven't taken a lover ever, so the idea is quite extreme." Her eyes search the table for something to focus on.

"You're a virgin?" I half expected this to be the case but not that she would go this far under the circumstance.

"Yes!" I don't think I could lift her face to mine with both hands. She is that nervous.

"You're contemplating losing your virginity with me?" 

"Yes! Why am I answering all of your questions 'Yes'?" Finally she raises her eyes to mine and I can see tears in her eyes.

"Because I'm asking the right questions; are those tears of relief, joy, fear or happiness?"

"I'm not sure. I like the attention you shower on me. I enjoy being around you and I've dreamt of the things you might do with me."

"You still haven't told me what your dreams are."

"I can't express my dreams, I would have to give up all pretense at control." A shiver runs through her shoulders as she contemplates this. 

"I only wish to see you happy. If I can manage that I will be happy. Control is not necessary at this point."

The drive home is madness as Kay experiments with her own form of desire. Putting her hand on my knee, she slides it up the inside of my thigh. "Do you like this?"

I have to gulp to catch my breath. "Yes; but it does add a level of complexity to driving." Her hand moves higher.

"Maybe I should be driving?" Her hand can go no further and I'm developing a situation, which Kay's hand can't help but notice.

"If you were driving, I'd be certain to do the same to you. Would you be able to handle it any better?"

"I don't know. No one has ever done this to me. We'll have to try some time." I've finally managed to reach my parking stall and relinquish my driving responsibilities to focus on more immediate and pleasurable tasks. "Kiss me.," She asks. "The next time I ride in this car I will be different." I lean across the bucket seats and this time my kiss does muss her lipstick.

"We could stay here for awhile, if you like." I'm being more generous than I feel.

"No; I just want to remember how it is now and maybe compare how it is next time. Let's go up, I want to deal with the stain on this skirt before the dress is ruined. I might have the nerve to wear it again." With that she opens the door and exits before I can round the car to assist. I think the rose has blossomed!



Lost & Found



I am driving to meet my boyfriend to play tennis at a posh new country club in Hollywood. I am thinking how this past year has been so wonderful for me. Yamaguchi Enterprises, for which I had worked nearly all my life, was finally expanding to the United States. They selected me to be the Marketing Vice President of their new business located in Los Angeles. I had always wanted to travel to America, but was always a bit scared to do it on my own. It was hard to leave my family behind, especially my parents, but I could not let this excellent opportunity pass me by. Very few Japanese women have attained such a high position, especially at the age of 26.

Starting at age eight, whenever I was not at school or home sleeping, I was helping to clean Yamaguchi’s first store. At 12, I was also handing out flyers. By 16, I worked part-time in sales, and helped to design and create store displays. While working for my Marketing degree in college, I was already the store’s leading salesperson, in charge of designing store displays, and helping with all forms of advertising. After finishing my degree at 21, I helped in all aspects of the designing and layout of Yamaguchi’s eleven new stores all across Japan, and was named their advertising executive. 

After three months of working and living in the United States, business was finally on the rise. I could not believe all the money I was making. I sent about half of it home to my parents, but still had enough money to move out of my small studio apartment and into a large, three-bedroom condo in Anaheim. I also traded in my used Honda on a brand new, gold-colored Lexus ES 300. I started shopping for brand-name clothing to replace all my old stuff. I even started dating an American man. 

Thomas was a wonderful man who I met at the country club I belonged to. We were both taking tennis lessons and decided to play a set after our lessons ended. We hit it off wonderfully, and Thomas asked me out to dinner that evening. I found out he was 33, a partner in a small law firm, and had been divorced nearly a year from a 12-year marriage. I had only had sex with one guy before Thomas, a boy named Hideo who I dated in college in Japan for two years. 

Although I liked sex with Hideo, it was usually very fast-paced and did not last very long. Thomas is a much more sensitive lover who taught me the ways of oral sex. Although I rarely, if ever, have an orgasm during intercourse with Thomas, he can usually get me off with his talented tongue (smile). He always likes to give me a nice massage after we work out or play tennis to. I really like Thomas.

So here I am on my way to meet Thomas to play tennis at this new posh country club in Hollywood. It is a Saturday afternoon, and he is to meet me there after his work. He has already given me the address and I got directions from the Internet. I have always had trouble driving on the freeway, getting lost on more than one occasion. I am thinking about the past year and my luck, when I realize I am in an exit-only lane. It is too late to turn back on, so I figure I will take the exit and then get right back on the freeway again. Unfortunately, unlike most exits, there is not an on-ramp in sight.

The neighborhood is rather dirty looking. The homes do not seem to be kept up and there are several broken down vehicles along the street. Many of the lawns have not even been mowed. I am a little worried as I know it will be dark soon. I see some kids, probably high school age, sitting in a car near the street and decide to stop and ask for directions. I get out of my car and walk over to them, and one of them whistles. I think the whistle is meant for me.

I am dressed all in white for tennis in a nice pair of shorts, tennis shoes, a tank top, and a visor. I am 5’6 and weigh about 120 pounds with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes. I play tennis or work out 4-5 times a week at the country club and am rather proud of my toned 32B-21-32 body so I smile. The boy in the driver’s seat says, “Hey baby, you wanna go for a ride?” 

“No thank you, I am trying to find my way back to the freeway,” I say. “Do you think you can help me?” The boy then says something about how they all can help me if I get into their car with them. They are all getting out of the car now, making weird noises and saying disgusting things, and I am really getting scared. All of a sudden, I hear a man yell from the street, “Hey punks, leave that woman alone and get out of here now!” 

I open my eyes and find myself lying down on a couch in someone’s home. “Oh, I see you are back with me,” someone says from behind me. I look back and see a very tall, almost scary looking man. He is well over six feet tall, dressed in a blue uniform with a badge that looks like it says Department of Corrections Officer, so I guess he is some type of police officer. He is a very muscular, bald black man and, to be honest, he looks a bit like Shaquille O’neal of the LA Lakers.

“I think you fainted little lady,” he says as he hands me a glass of water. I sip the water as he tells me he happened to be driving by and saw that I might need help so he stopped. He then tells me the kids took off as soon as he got out of his car. I tell him who can blame them as he is such a large man. He says his name is William and he smiles, and I see that his smile is even sexier than Shaq’s. I try to get up off the couch, and William has to catch me as my legs are still rather shaky.

William sits me down now and puts one arm around me while he holds the glass of water up so I can sip some more. “Now just take it easy pretty lady and let me take care of you until you are ready to go,” he says. I am thinking to myself how safe and comfortable I feel in William’s home with his large arm encircling my small body when he surprises me with a kiss. He is such a big man, but his kiss is so gentle and inviting that I find myself kissing him back. 

Suddenly I think of Thomas and even though the kiss is so sensual, I have to push William away. He asks me what the problem is and I confess that I am already seeing someone. He then tells me that wasn’t bothering me a moment ago and places one of my hands on his crotch. It feels large and is getting hard, and for a moment, I find myself wanting to see if it is as big as it feels.

I think of Thomas again and quickly try to pull my hand away, but William will not let me. He then begins to kiss me again, as one of his hands pulls off my tank top and begins to massage my breasts. I am trying once again to pull away, but my efforts are faint at best as his kisses and the massage are beginning to overpower my will. Next, William’s hand is slipping off my shorts and panties and rubbing my already very wet pussy. Having totally given in to the moment now, I am intensely kissing him back. My eyes are closed, and my hand is rubbing his hardening cock through his pants. My thoughts are racing incredibly, and when one of his fingers slips deep inside of me, I cannot help but moan out loud as I begin to cum.

When I finally open my eyes again, William is standing before me and slowly removing his clothing. When his pants and shirt are removed, my eyes slowly take in this extraordinary human being. His muscles are large and chiseled, with no fat to be seen. His skin is the color of dark chocolate, hairless and shiny as though he is lightly covered in baby oil. Suddenly, my eyes focus on the huge bulge in his briefs. As he steps closer, my nostrils take in the rich, potent musk of his being and find it truly invigorating. 

My hands cannot stop from shaking as they slowly pull William’s briefs down revealing the most incredible cock I have ever seen. The length is inconceivable, hanging down nearly to his knees over huge tennis-sized balls as hairless as the rest of his body. As my still shaking hands slowly begin to gently stroke it, I realize it’s actually thicker than my wrists.

Thomas had taught me how to perform oral sex, although I never really liked it very much. Suddenly here I am, wanting to perform it on William’s lovely black cock. I lean forward and begin to lick his beautiful balls, and once again am completely overtaken by the scent of this man. It is like his body smells completely of sex, and I cannot help but go wherever it takes me. 

Once William’s dick is fully hard, I can only fit a few inches of this massive thing into my mouth. I concentrate on those few inches while my hands stroke the rest of him. He then places one hand on the side of my face and begins to slowly feed me more while I am trying to relax so that I may please him. Just when I feel I cannot possibly take anymore, a few more inches slip into my throat and his hot cum shoots into my belly. I pull back and his second spurt fills my mouth. I quickly swallow it and the next shot as I realize it tastes a little salty, but very good. He then pulls out and sprays my face and breasts with the remainder of his sex.

William takes my hand and leads me into his shower. We lather each other up with soap until his cock once again becomes hard, and my body is telling me it wants to please this cock in every way that it can. He carries me and lays me back on his king-sized bed. His body covers mine and he kisses me fully on the lips; his tongue probing into my mouth and playing with mine. His hands are massaging my body, and I am writhing in pleasure. Suddenly, I feel his thick prick slowly pushing its way into my wet pussy.

I groan a little from the pain, and William holds it in place and kisses me deeply. The he gets back up on his knees, and I see that only the head of his black cock is inside stretching my pussy to its limits. The contrast of his skin against mine is completely erotic. His large hands begin massaging their way up my legs to my ass. Then they, ever so slowly, work their way over my tummy to my breasts. My soft moaning is becoming louder as his long pole slowly drills its way to the bottom and suddenly I am cumming.

When I start to come down, I look down and realize William has managed to fit over half of his big dick inside of me. He leans down to kiss me and slowly begins to stroke me some more. My tongue is probing into his mouth now. Then he is back up; holding my legs high against his shoulders, and really begins to fuck me now. Each time he lunges forward, his cock pushes its way further inside me until his balls are slapping loudly against my ass, and I am cumming on every other stroke. Just when I think it cannot get any better, I feel him shooting inside of me and I’m screaming from the best orgasm yet.

William is still gently stroking me and now massaging my body with baby oil, when I realize he is still hard. Then, he maneuvers me to my hands and knees and begins to fuck me from behind as he stands at the edge of the bed. With his hands pulling roughly now on my hips, again and again he feeds me every inch of his incredible manhood. I cannot even comprehend the stamina of this lovely man as once again I am cumming once again on his incredible cock. 

William now gently begins to massage some type of cream into my ass with the tip of his finger. Then he is fucking me hard again. Suddenly, a long finger is being pushed deep into my ass, and I cumming so hard it almost hurts. While I am still screaming from the new sensation, he quickly pulls his cock and finger out and then forces his cock into my ass. Now it does hurt, but for some reason, I feel a slight numbness back there as well. William’s hands are back on my hips as he forces himself balls deep and begins to fuck my tight ass. Incredibly enough, all I feel is this intense pleasure from deep in my soul. For what seems like forever, he continues to plow my backside and all I can do is love every phenomenal second of this new orgasmic experience.    

Later in the shower, as I cleanse my body with soap, I am amazed that my small body was able to accommodate William’s. About the time I am finished, he steps inside with me, and I lather up his entire body very slowly with mine. This same man that I thought was so scary looking just a few hours ago is now so beautiful to me. As we slowly rinse off in the warm water, I look down at his long black cock and think of the many times he brought me to orgasm so easily. I cannot help but drop to my knees and take it in my mouth to show my thanks. Then he takes me by the hand and leads me back to the bedroom.

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Lost and Found



 Copyright 2009 by madengineer3

This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. To quote MrRobbur: "No words were harmed in the writing of this story."



For me, high school was a very bad experience. I wasn't rich, wasn't an athlete, was a bit on the heavy side, and wasn't the sharpest kid in the class. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't fat or stupid. I had started in this high school at the beginning of my sophomore year. The school was Trumanstown Central School. I just didn't seem to fit in.

There was one girl, Yvonne Noire, who really got my attention. It was my first day in this new school, and this event is burned into my memory. It happened in homeroom. Yvonne came back and sat down on my lap with her big boobs almost up against me and said "Hi there, I'm Yvonne, welcome to the school." My face must have been beet red. Yvonne, to use the old expression, was well stacked. She had almost the largest breasts in the school. The only larger pair were on her friend we all called "bullets" or "chesty" behind her back. Anyway, when she sat on my lap the entire room burst into derisive laughter. It was wonderful and awful at the same time.

Yvonne was popular, but not for the right reasons. She had a reputation for being "easy". But, like most things high school guys say about girls, there was no way of knowing if that was a fact or not. In any case, the other girls weren't friendly towards her. I guess that they didn't want to pick up a reputation as "easy" just by being in her company.

For the next several years I had wet dreams about Yvonne and her beautiful breasts. Then we graduated.

During my time at Trumantown Central I had been snubbed by almost every girl I ever got up the courage to ask out. Being a sort of loner to begin with I had been turned down by every girl I asked to go out on a date. I, however, never got up the nerve to ask Yvonne for a date. I turned to study, soft-core porn, and my good right hand, as my companionship.

I went to a good university to earn a degree in physics with a minor in mathematics. It was a hard path, but it was worth it. By the time I finally left school I had a Ph.D. in Physics and a teaching job in a small four year college in Trumanstown. I had also developed a couple of ideas and patented them. Those patents turned out to be worth money! I wasn't poor by any reasonable definition.

My first task, upon returning to Trumanstown was to move into my parents old farm house. My parents had died while I was finishing off my Ph.D.. With no siblings, or other living relatives, I heard about their death from our family's lawyer. I hate to admit it, but I was so intent on getting finished with my degree program that I had become somewhat of a hermit. Even calls to my parents were few and far between. (This is a bit of a cautionary tale. You can become so involved with the critical that you ignore the important!) I moved my possessions into the house, made some much needed improvements, and found a church to attend. My faith is a bit complicated. I don't truly fit into any specific denomination; so I joined the Trumantown Congregational Church. It was sort of non-denominational eclectic sort of group. It seemed like a reasonable place to belong.

I had taught at the college for about ten years. Our church had an outreach to the college and community. Our meeting place was a small house the church had purchased just outside town. We selected a place outside the city limits but at a reasonable walking distance from the school. The intent was to avoid the draconian liberal zoning ordinances the town had adopted. You all but needed a permit to have a neighbor in for coffee. 

In our little meeting place there was usually free coffee, punch, and sometimes even cookies. Always present was a real believing Christian who could listen to problems and offer at least a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes we could also provide practical help as well.

Trumantown's main church, Calvin Fundamental Church, was a super critical literalist group of self righteous people. Regardless of their church's name I don't call them fundamentalists because they didn't truly believe in the fundamental teachings of the New Testament. They had found a "New Legalism" that ignored the command that we love one an other. Most of the town's officials, business people, and "upper crust" attended that church.

This story truly starts in mid December. It was the last day of school before Christmas break. Yes, I know it is no longer acceptable (in some circles) to call it Christmas break. In my view it should be Hanukkah/Christmas break, but that's just my opinion. Anyway, it was my turn to serve at the outreach center. At just about the closing time for the center one of my students came in with tears in her eyes.

"Professor Mohr, can I talk to you about a really critical personal problem? "

"Of course you can, Jane. That's why I'm here. "

"I'm worried about my mom."

"O.K. why are you worried about her?

" I accepted the invitation from my boyfriend to visit his parents over the Christmas vacation. I think he's going to ask me to marry him. That will leave my mother all alone. I'm the only family she has."

"So, you're worried that she'll be lonely without you there? "

"No, I attend the college on a full scholarship. I couldn't afford even a two year school without financial aid. My mother could normally handle being alone, but not this Christmas. "

"Why? "

"She's being evicted from her apartment and has nowhere to go. The landlord upped her rent and she can't pay it. On top of that she recently broke her right arm and her left wrist has been pretty badly banged up. The doctor put a funny wrist thing on that wrist and she is pretty helpless at the moment. I don't know what to do. I don't want to lose the chance to get engaged to my boyfriend, but I can't leave my mother in this situation."

"I see your problem. Is there another place she could rent? "

"No, we've already looked into that. She doesn't have a car because it's too expensive to keep one. No other apartments are available for her. She's a single mother and most of the apartment places are owned by people that go to Calvin Fundamental. They, off the record of course, won't rent to what they call 'a loose woman'. I only learned of the eviction in the last half hour. On top of all this, I'm supposed to leave with my boyfriend in an hour and a half."

At this, she started sobbing again. I was in a quandary. How could I help this girl, and her mother? Then it dawned on me, I have a large house with more than one bedroom.

"Jane, I have a possible solution for this. It's only a temporary solution, but it would work, if...... "  And I couldn't complete what I was going to say. I'm still very shy.

"If what? "

"Please don't get me wrong. I'm not suggesting anything inappropriate. Please don't think of my suggestion as being lecherous. I have a large house with four bedrooms. I'm the only person who lives there. I would be willing to let your mom use one of my spare bedrooms and be my guest over the Christmas break. Do you think she would consider that? "

Jane got up, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. "Yes! Thank you, I'm going to go talk to her now. How will she move her stuff out there, if she is willing to go to your place? "

"I've got my pickup truck in the parking lot. I'll give you a lift to your mom's place. Then you can go in and ask her if she will consider my offer."

"When can we go? "

"Right now, it was closing time for this place ten minutes ago. Let me empty out the coffee and punch, turn off the lights, and I will be ready. "

I pored the coffee into one container, and the punch into another and put the containers in a bag to take home. Minutes later we were in my truck heading toward Jane's mother's place.

When we got there, I could see that the building was in a sad state of repair. I stayed in the truck while Jane went inside. It was about ten minutes later that she came out with a very strange look on her face.

"My mother said yes, at first. Then she asked me what your name is. When I told her your name was Professor Jeff Mohr she was visibly shaken. She asked me what you look like and I told her. She said that I should come out to tell you about her and see if you still want to have her as a guest. "

"What's your mom's name? "

"Yvonne Noire. "

It was my turn to almost turn white. 

Jane noticed it right away. "What's wrong, professor? "

"I knew your mom in high school. I had an incredible crush on her but was always afraid to approach her and let her know. . . . I've never gotten over that crush. You can tell her that the invitation still stands. If she wants a place to stay over the Christmas vacation, she can come to my place. "

Jane ran back into the house and when she came back out she was carrying a large box. 

"She said yes, I'm going to move her stuff out to the truck. She can't do much with that cast."

I got out of the truck and said that I'd help her. It took us less than ten minutes to move Yvonne's stuff to my truck. During this time, I had a chance to look Yvonne over for the first time since I graduated from high school. She still looked good to me. There were a few extra pounds but, she wasn't at all hard to look at. 

We cozily fit into my truck. I handed Jane a piece of paper with my home phone number and email address just before dropping her at her dorm room. Her boy friend was already waiting for her. Within five minutes she had said good by to her mother, loaded her stuff in her boyfriend's car, and left.

"It's been a long time Yvonne. I've got a nice guest room for you. It has a good lock on the inside of the door so that you will feel safe. I hope you can put up with my cooking. "

"Jeff, you will never know how much this means to me. I was at my wits end and Jane said that one of her professors might be able to help. I had no idea it was you. "

Fifteen minutes later we reached my place. A bad ice storm had been predicted, and the freezing rain had just started. I pulled the truck into the attached garage and asked Yvonne which boxes she needed that night. She told me, and I brought them as I led her into the house.

Now, my house isn't a mansion but it is very nice. I led Yvonne to the guest room. Pointing to a door on the left I said, This room has its own bathroom through that door. I'm going to cook supper. Are you hungry? "

"Yes, I could eat a horse. "

I chuckled and said, "I can't offer you horse meat, will beef do? "

For the first time that evening I saw her smile. 

"Do you prefer coffee, milk, tea, or water with your meal?"

She selected tea. I went into the kitchen put away the coffee and punch from the meeting house, and started to prepare a nice supper. I was listening to the sleet against the windows. We had arrived home just in time. I had all the makings for a Caesar salad and I cooked up a couple of nice T-bone stakes. I had fresh baguette bread in the oven. (Frozen bread is so nice when you need bread in a hurry!) I also brewed a fresh pot of Constant Comment tea.

As things were all coming together Yvonne walked into the kitchen.

"I followed the delicious smell! "

As I looked at her in better lighting I could see that she had some significant bruising around her face and on the one upper arm I could see. I tried not to stare at her.

I said, "Let me get your chair. " as I pulled out the chair from one end of the table. After helping her move the chair in toward the table I set about bringing the meat over to the plates and the bread from the oven wrapped in a towel and on a breadboard. I then sat down at the opposite end of the table.

I said "Let me return thanks. " I bowed my head and prayed my usual pre meal prayer. "Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for the good things you have provided us. We thank you for food, shelter, friends, and your forgiveness. We ask for wisdom for our president, protection for our troops and all those in danger, and strength to do what is pleasing to you. In our Lord Jesus' Name, Amen. "

As I looked up I saw that Yvonne was looking at me in a quizzical way.

"Is there a problem? "

"I don't know Jeff. The only Christians I have met are all about judging the people they consider beneath them and making rules that nobody can follow. When you prayed, you sounded like you were talking to someone who cared, and with whom you were familiar. It just surprised me, that's all. "

"Yvonne, please don't judge Christians (with a capital C) as being the same as those who simply use the name christian but don't yet understand what it is all about. Real Christianity is about God having forgiven us for all the bad we have ever done, and will ever do. It is also about sharing the good news that we can be free from the things that keep us from being the people He wants us to be. And the best part is that we don't need to do anything for this forgiveness. He has provided it to us, already paid for by our Lord Himself."

"But, don't you have lots of rules to follow? "

"No! There are some very general principles that are important, but each of us works out our life in the light of those principles. My job is not to judge anyone. That's God's job. My job is to try to make life better for the people around me."

Yvonne just sat there, obviously thinking.

Yvonne asked me to cut her steak up into mouth sized pieces. With the broken arm and the bad wrist she could use her left arm to work a fork and tea cup, but couldn't cut the meat. We didn't talk much during dinner. As we finished eating, I put the dishes on the counter and started to wash them. I could hear the sleet still hitting the window. I turned on the outside yard light and saw that there had to be the better part of an eighth of an inch of ice on the window.

"Nobody is going out in this weather tonight. That ice looks bad. Don't worry though, if we lose power I have a backup generator so that we will have power."

"I've never seen a man washing the dishes before. When did you first start washing them yourself as opposed to using paper plates and plastic utensils? "

"When I was growing up my father always did the dishes after supper. Either he would wash and I would dry or I would wash and he would dry. He said that with all the things my mother had to do around the house that it was the least he could do. "

Yvonne continued to sit there with a strange look on her face.

As I finished the dishes I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie, listen to music, read a book, or whatever.

"Actually, I'd like to talk, if you don't mind. "

"Go for it! But, let's first go into the living room where it is more comfortable. "

I led her into my living room and showed her to a comfortable reclining chair. I took the other chair.

"If you don't mind my curiosity, how did you break your arm? From the looks of the cast, and that cutout where I can see some stitches it was some break. "

"I'd rather not go into that right now. It's a painful subject. "

"O.K. What topic do you want to talk about? "

"When Jane came in and told me that one of her professors had offered to help us with our problem I asked her your name. Her answer almost knocked me off my feet. I told her that you were in school with me and were very shy. I sent her out to let you know who I was and was wondering if you would retract the offer since it was me. When she came back in she told me something you had said. She said that you had fallen for me in high school. Is that true? "

"For what it is worth, I try to never lie. Yes that is very true. I've never gotten over that crush. However, I have always pushed it into the back of my mind. You don't have anything to fear, I was raised to be a gentleman and that is what I will try to be. You are, as a lady, safe in this house. "

Yvonne had an almost dazed look on her face. "Do you know anything about my reputation around town? "

"Should I? "

"Well, it isn't all that flattering. Most polite people would call me a woman but not a lady. "

"I don't listen to gossip. In the Scriptures gossip is listed next to murder as a sin. The only one who can truly judge must see inside the heart, not just with the external human view."

Suddenly, Yvonne's face became pale. She almost seemed to be in shock.

"Are you O.K.? "

"It just realized something. I'm in a dreadful predicament. "

"What's wrong? Is there something I can do to help? "

"I don't know how to even tell you the problem. "

"I don't bite and I try not to judge people. How can I help? "

She looked at me for a few moments. She had tears in her eyes and she was shaking. I could see her fighting to try to tell me the problem.

"Jeff, I don't even know how to tell you about the problem. I have some bad bruises on my back and upper legs. The doctor told me to take a hot bath at least once a day to help soothe the muscles. Jane has been helping me with that for a week now. She has also had to help me dress, undress, and use the toilet. I can't bend my wrist enough to even wipe myself. Oh, what am I going to do "

My face must have been red. I embarrass relatively easily. I sat there silently for several moments. 

"Yvonne: logically, I can only see one solution to the problem, but the solution would be highly embarrassing to both of us. "

With a look of wonder on her face she asked "you mean that you would be willing to do that for me? I know how shy you were, and I assume you still are. Can you handle the job of washing me, helping me with my clothes, and helping me on the toilet? "

I was silent for what seemed to be minutes, but must have only been a few seconds. "If you are willing for me to do this, I will. If you want me to wear a blindfold at the same time, I'll do that if it will help you maintain your dignity. "

"Jeff, you are much more of a man than any I have met before. A lot of guys would jump at the chance to help themselves while trying to 'help me'. You won't need a blindfold. I lost a lot of my self consciousness many years ago."

"O.K. I'll do it. I must warn you that you may find me staring at you. I have always thought you were exceedingly sexy, and the thought of seeing you nude will put my willpower to the ultimate test. However, I promise I will treat you as a lady. I will only do what you direct me to do. I will not take advantage of you."

Yvonne had tears in her eyes.

"Did I say something wrong? "

"No, Jeff, you said many things right! I've always known that you were special. I just had no idea how special you really are. "

"Let's just play this by ear. I will pretend that it's sort of a 'Simon Says' game. You tell me what to do, and how to do it and I will try to comply with it to the letter. Is that fair? "

"That's fair! "

"What now? "

"Jeff, tell me about your life after high school. "

"You realize that it will be boring enough to put you to sleep, right? "

"Let me decide that. Just tell me what you have done and sort of who you have become."

I spent the next twenty minutes giving her a thumbnail sketch of my last eighteen years. She didn't fall asleep.

"I hate to say it, but I need to go to the bathroom and then I need a hot soak in a tub. Are you ready to help me? "

"Yes, but please don't let my erection embarrass you. I'll be embarrassed enough for both of us. "

She chuckled at that.

We moved into her room and I went to start to warm up the bathroom. I had infra-red heat lamps in the ceiling. Then I went out to help her as she saw fit.

Yvonne was sitting on the side of the bed.

"Please take off my shoes for me. "

I did. 

"O.K. Now, please undo the buttons of my blouse ."

My hands were visibly trembling at this point. Yvonne looked at me with a quizzical look.




Lost and Found



"You've really never done this before, have you? "

"No, I haven't. I've dreamed about it, but just dreamed. "

"Did you ever dream about anyone specific? "

"Yes. "

"Who? "

There was an awkward silence as I screwed up my courage. "Always, you.", and at that my shaking hands were shaking worse than ever.

"Let me ask you a very personal question. Are you still a virgin, Jeff? "

My face must have turned beet red.

"You are! I would never have believed it. Well, take it easy. You are doing what I need done and there is no reason to be bashful about doing it. Now, please help me out of my blouse and then help me out of my skirt."

I did as I was directed. As the blouse came off I could see her spectacularly beautiful breasts.

"Oh wow, they are gorgeous! "

"You think so? What would you compare them against? "

"My collection of porn."

"You collect porn? "

"Yes, I have to relieve my sexual tension one way or another. With porn I'm not hurting anyone."

"Hmmm. I've never thought of it that way before. You've never even hired some professional help to relieve your needs?"

"No. Don't get me wrong. There have been times I would have loved to. But, not only is that something I shouldn't do, I'm too shy to even approach a professional woman. But even more than that I feel that sex needs to be based upon deep personal commitment."

"Hmmmm. Let's get back to what you're helping me with."

I undid the button and zipper at the waist of her skirt and then had her stand up so that I could remove it. Underneath she was wearing a thong. It had managed to ride up between her pussy's lips.

"You are gorgeous. You look better than I had ever imagined."

"Thank you for the compliment. Now, it's time to take off my bra."

I fumbled with the catch. It took me a lot of time to get it all unhooked. I took the straps and gently moved the bra. Her breasts fell out of the cups. They didn't sag much and they were spectacular, except they were bruised. One of the bruises looked like a bite mark. I suspect that I may have been drooling by this point. 

"O.K. now help me get my thong off."

I carefully hooked my fingers into the top elastic and gently pulled down on the thong until it was on the floor. Her pussy was fully shaved. It also had bruises on it. As I looked her body over I could see a lot of bruising.

"Were you in a car wreck, or something like that? You are badly bruised in a lot of places."

"No, at the moment I would like to avoid talking about what happened."

"O.K, I'll stop asking, but it is worth noting that a couple of those bruises look like bite marks."

She looked me in the eyes and quietly said "they are bite marks".

All I could say was, "Oh, my!"

We entered the bathroom. I opened the toilet lid and she sat down. I sat on the edge of the tub and waited. Then I had a thought.

"Do you want me to start running the bath water for you?"

She smiled, and said, "Yes, please. Do you have any bubble bath?"

"Yes, I have some that my mother had. The water to the tubs and washing machine are all on a softener."

"That sounds good. All my apartment had was a shower and a very small tub. I haven't been able to soak in hot water like the doctor wanted me to."

I started the water and asked her, "Which fragrance do you like for bubble bath? My mom had rose, lilac, lavender, and mint."

"Rose is my favorite fragrance. Thank you."

Moments later she was finished on the toilet seat. 

"Do you need me to wipe you both places or did you just take a leak?"

"Both places, and thank you."

Having seen all the bruising I knew that she would never have been able to wipe herself. I am sure that Yvonne had noticed the massive tent in the front of my pants.

"It must have been hard for Jane to come home to take care of this for you. She is quite a young lady."

"Yes, she is. I've poured my life into trying to get her to succeed. I think she is going to make it. How is she doing in school?"

"She's one of the smartest, and most organized kids in my class. She has a first rate mind and knows how to use it. Besides that, she is a nice person as well. You've raised her well."

"Do you have a plastic bag that would fit over my cast? I'm not supposed to get it wet."

"Sure thing, I'll be right back."

I went and got a large clear garbage bag and some tape. The bag went over her cast and almost up to her armpit. I taped it in place.

"Is that too tight?"

"No, you have it just right. You know, you are an unbelievable man. In many ways you could be called a mench."

"Why? I'm the same person I have always been. Do you remember the day I first started at our school?"

"You mean when I came over and sat on your lap and your face turned red?"

"Yeah, that time. I have never gotten your face and figure out of my mind since then. You really impressed me, and embarrassed me at the same time. But, usually I don't remember the embarrassment."

"Your face did really turn red that day. Help me into the tub, please."

I did. When she was in she gave me instructions. I started by helping her lay down on her back in the tub. Then she asked me to wash her legs and her front all the way from her feet up to her face while she soaked in the nice water.

I got a wash cloth and started with her face. I was very careful. I didn't want to hurt her.

"You have gentle hands. I like that."

"Well, you are my guest and it's my job to try to make you comfortable."

I continued to wash her. I moved from her face down her neck and spent a good amount of time on her breasts. Then I worked down to just above her pubic area. After that, I did her legs and feet. Only her pubic area was left.

"How do you want me to wash you down here."

"Use your best judgment. You have been very tender and gentle so far."

I took the wash cloth, soaped it well and started by gently washing just the outside of her beautiful shaved triangle. I spent a fair amount of time in the creases where her legs met her crotch and where her lower abdomen meets her pubic area. After a couple of minutes I asked her, "Is that what you want, or have I missed something?"

"If you don't mind, there is something else you can do for me, if you are willing."

"What do you want?"

"Soap your hand up and use you hand to wash my pussy so that it's nice and clean. Spend a fair amount of time up at the top end of the slit, please."

"Please tell me if I am doing it right."

I soaped up my hand and did exactly as she said. I ran my fingers, held together, up and down her pussy lips and spent time gently rubbing her about where her clit should be.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Almost, use your middle finger to wash between the lips please, and spend some time on my clit."

Now I know what she wanted. I had seen something like this in some of my porn movies. I gently moved my finger between her pussy lips and washed her gently. At the top of the slit I would gently move my finger in small circles around or over her clit. She started to respond to my ministrations by moving her butt and gently moaning.

"Yes, that's exactly right, please keep doing what you are doing but make it a little bit faster."

I did exactly as she asked. I adjusted my speed and pressure with her speed and the sound of her moans. After about three minutes she stiffened like a board and grunted loudly and almost sounded like she was purring. Then she relaxed.

"Thank you so much. I have been unable to get any relief down there for a week. I know you were aware of what I was asking you to do, and you did it just like I wanted it done. Please help me roll over so you can do my back."

I did as she requested. I loved washing her ass and even washed her anus area well. When I was done, I let out the water and helped her get to her feet. She started to slip and the only way I could stop her from falling was to grab her in a bear hug.

"I'm sorry for grabbing you that way. I didn't want to have you fall and get hurt."

"Thank you! That is exactly how I took it."

I got her out of the tub and onto a bath mat. I brought over a towel that had been warming under one of the heat lamps. I started drying her back and shoulders. Then all the way down her back to her heels. Then I started in drying between her legs and ass crack. I tried to be as gentle as I could.

Then it was time to dry her front. I spent a lot of time drying her breasts. Then I worked my way down her body. Finally I had her sit on the toilet seat while I dried the bottom of her feet and between her toes.

"Do you usually use body powder after a bath, or just dry off."

"I just dry off, thank you. Would you take the plastic bag off my arm please?"

I did. I helped her with brushing her teeth and then followed her into the bedroom. I turned back the bed covers for her, "Do you need your hair brushed? It hadn't previously dawned upon me that you might not even be able to do that."

"Yes, I'd love that. I have a brush in my purse. It's over there on the small table."

I brought her the purse and she asked me to get the brush. I opened the purse and found the brush. I also found a small cache of condoms. I didn't mention that to her.

I gently, but completely, brushed her hair. 

"If you want I'll shampoo this for you tomorrow."

"I'd love that. It's another thing I can't do at the moment."

"Do you need help getting into pajamas or a nightie?"

"No, I sleep in the nude. It's more comfortable that way."

"I agree. If you need to get up in the night I've left a small walkie-talkie here. All you have to do is turn it on and press this button. I can be here and help you in about a minute or two."

"Jeff, thank you for your kindness. You have acted like a gentleman even though you have been exposed to significant temptations. I've seen the tent in your pants and felt your hardness when you had to catch me to keep me from falling."

"You are welcome. As I told you, you will be safe here. I will do my utmost to remain a gentleman. I will only do what you want me to do to help you. By the way, there is a phone next to the bed. It is on its own phone line. Feel free to call your daughter any time you feel you need to. Good night Yvonne."

"Good night Jeff."

I shut her bedroom door and went to my bedroom, shut and hooked the door, stripped my clothes off and went into my bathroom to masturbate. I had to have some relief. When I came, I came with a very loud grunt. Only afterwards did I wonder if it could be heard down the hall in her room.

I slept well that night. Needless to say I had some erotic dreams about Yvonne. In the morning I realized that I need to change the bed linens.

The first thing in the morning I got put on my robe and slippers, and went to the kitchen to make some coffee and some coffee cake for breakfast. I had just closed the oven door to cook the coffee cake when the little radio beeped at me. I headed to Yvonne's room.

I knocked on her door.

"Come in Jeff. Thank you for coming so quickly."

"Good morning, Yvonne. Did you sleep o.k.?" 

"Yes, that was the best sleep I've had in a long time."

"How can I help you?"

"I need to use the toilet, and then get some food. Will you help me?"

"Of course. You are my guest."

I went over to the side of the bed and helped her with the covers. We went into the bathroom and she took care of her morning business. When she was done I went to the closet in her bedroom. 

"This was my mother's robe and slippers. I think that they will fit you. Breakfast should be ready soon. Would you like to come out into the kitchen and have some coffee?"

"I'd love that."

We went out into the kitchen and I helped her get seated at the table.

"There's fresh coffee. The coffee cake is in the oven. What else would you like for breakfast. I've got bacon, eggs, sausage, English muffins, bagels and cream cheese?"

"I'd love sausage and eggs if that's o.k. with you."

"Consider it done. How do you like your eggs?"

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

Breakfast was enjoyable. We both talked and enjoyed the food.

"So Yvonne, do you want to get dressed or just lounge around in a robe or such today?"

"Since I see that I can trust you, I'd just as soon stay in the robe. What are you going to do?"

"Well, going outside isn't advisable. I looked out this morning and you would take your life in your hands if you walked out the door. The ice really looks that bad. Based upon that I could just put on some shorts and a T-shirt or I could stay in the robe, unless that would make you feel uncomfortable."

"No problem for me."

"O.K. a robe it is. Do you want to read, watch movies, listen to music or something else?"

"A book sounds nice. What books do you have?"

"Follow me and see."

I took her into my study. Three of the walls there are book shelves.

"I think you will find a little of everything here. I'll leave you here to find something interesting."

The phone rang at that point. I picked up the phone in my study and it was Jane.

"Good morning Jane. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine. Can I speak to mom?"

"Sure thing."

I handed the phone to Yvonne and went back into the kitchen and cleaned up the breakfast dishes. 

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

"Hi mom, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine Jane. You are right about Jeff, he is not only a nice man he's a real mench."

"I've been worried for you all night. We were on the way to my boyfriend's house when I remembered the problem with your hands. How are you handling the problem without help?"

"Things are going very well."

"How can that be? Have you gotten someone to help you like I've been helping you?"

"Yes."

"So, there's another woman there to help you! I'm relieved. I was so worried for you."

"Jane, there isn't any other woman here. Jeff is one of that very rare breed. He is truly a gentleman. When I told him my problem, because I needed to use the toilet, he agreed to help me. He even gave me my bath last night. He is very gentle, and he hasn't acted inappropriately at all. He's extremely self controlled, even though he has a massive bulge in his pants when he sees me naked. He has kept his hands off me except when I want him to touch me. When I want him to touch me he does. His hands are wonderful."

"Wow, mom that's so unreal! Are you sure you can trust him to do this?"

"After last night, and this morning, I can assure you that I can trust him."

"What are you doing right now?"

"I told Jeff I would like to read. He brought me to his study. Three of the walls are bookshelves. He seems to have books on almost everything. I was going to look for a book when you called. How are you doing there?"

"Oh, it's wonderful here mom. I've never seen a place as nice as this one, except in pictures, and his parents really seem like nice people."

"That sounds good. I'm going to pick out a book now. You have a good time sweetie. I love you."

"I love you too, mom."

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

After finishing the breakfast dishes I got myself another cup of coffee and a second piece of coffee cake. I went into the living room where Yvonne was reading. "Would you like some more coffee and another piece of coffee cake?"

"Yes, please. Could you bring them into the living room?"

"Yup, I'll be right there.

Yvonne was sitting on the couch next to one of the lamps. In her lap was a book. I moved the coffee table over in front of her and placed her coffee , a napkin, and the plate with the coffee cake and fork next to it.

I got a book on history and sat down in one of the chairs near the front window. Soon, we were both lost in our books.

It must have been an hour later when Yvonne broke the silence.

"Would you help me with the toilet? I need to pee."

"Of course."

We walked in to the bathroom, I helped her remove her robe and she sat on the toilet. From the sound of it she really did need to use the toilet. I wasn't thinking clearly. After all Yvonne was sitting there with no clothes on. She was beautiful to behold. When she was done I got the toilet paper and carefully dried her.

"I'm impressed Jeff!"

"Why?"

"Well, you are obviously enjoying seeing me."

I looked confused and then glanced down. I had forgotten I was still in my bathrobe and the results of a full erection allowed the end of my cock to push its way significantly out of the front of my robe.

I quickly turned around and said "I'm sorry about that. I hadn't intended to embarrass you. It's just that you are so beautiful that it does things to me. I'll go put on some clothes so you won't have to put up with that again."

"You don't have to do that on my account. I am not easily shocked. I am, however, impressed with what looks like a very nice sized cock. You are obviously well endowed. I take that physical reaction as a vote indicating that you like the way I look."

I turned back around and my face must have been beet red. I was holding my robe shut.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you Jeff. It's just reassuring to know that you still think I am good looking."

"Yvonne, you have lost none of the beauty you have had in my mind since I first met you."

This time, Yvonne blushed.

"Thank you for saying that Jeff. You have no idea how much that means to me."

I helped her put on her robe and we went back into the living room.

"Which book did you decide to read?"

"Prostitution: An Illustrated Social History by Verne & Bonnie Bullough. You seem to have quite an interest in sexual / social issues. I saw books on transgender issues, BDSM, and prostitution, as well as regular sex, You also have a lot of other subjects in there. I am impressed with your marginal notes in this book. You seem to feel that the prostitute is either trapped into doing what she is doing, or is in it because she likes it. You don't seem to draw any moral conclusions about that. I find that interesting."

"Well, I do have wide tastes in reading. "

"And yet, you have never been with a prostitute. That is very interesting. Have you ever wanted to be with a 'professional woman'?"

"Yes, more times than I would like to admit. But, I still believe that intercourse is for marriage."

"Do you blame the women who have found themselves in that life style?"

"No, it isn't my place to judge others. We all have to follow the path we feel is right for ourselves. We can, however, pray for those in that profession and ask for God's protection for them. After all, they are almost defenseless in a very risky business. They have to run the chance of disease, being killed, beaten, introduced to drugs, cheated, and generally abused by the community in which they find themselves. My heart really goes out to those who are trapped in that situation."

Yvonne spoke quietly, "You are a very special man Jeff." Then she turned her attention back to her book.

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

The next few days went along about the same way. In my heart I had truly fallen in love with this wonderful woman. The ice melted and we were able to get out Christmas Eve. I needed to do some shopping.

That evening I asked Yvonne to accompany me to my church's Christmas Eve service. She wasn't sure she had clothes good enough for church.

"Our little church isn't clothes sensitive, Yvonne. We have older people who even show up in clean bib overalls! We're there for the fellowship and worship, not a fashion show."

She agreed to go to the service with me. It was a beautiful simple service. Our church membership is under a hundred fifty people. That evening most of them were there. The service was very meaningful because the pastor not only talked about Christ's birth, he also talked about why Christ had to come, suffer, die and rise again. He explained the salvation story in simple terms. 

We had a coffee hour following the service. Many people came over and asked me "Who is the lovely lady who is with you tonight.". In all cases, I answered that she was a very old friend.




Lost and Found



No negative looks or stares could be seen. The trip back to my house was uneventful. 

I had put up the Christmas tree earlier in the day. When we arrived home we both changed into robes and slippers. I asked Yvonne to sit on the couch with me to look at the tree. Ever since I was a little boy I have loved to gaze at a lit Christmas tree in a darkened room.

We sat in the dark looking at the tree with Christmas Carols playing quietly on my music system. I am always reminded of when I was a little boy and my parents had us watch the tree this way.

I was lost in a reverie of memories when I felt a warm body next to me. Yvonne had snuggled up next to me. When I turned to look at her she reached over and kissed me on the lips. It was a very friendly, warm, loving kiss. I must have sighed.

"Did I do something wrong?" Yvonne sounded like she thought she had upset me.

"No, for the first time in a very long time I feel as if everything is right. You feel so good next to me. I would have loved to do this, but I didn't want you to think I was trying to 'get fresh'."

We both chuckled at that comment when we realized how I had been helping her during the week.

"You know what I mean. I have been following your directions this week. I didn't want to think I was 'making moves on you'."

"What makes you think that I'm not making moves on you, Jeff?"

In a voice that must have sounded incredulous I said, "I had never thought about that".

Yvonne asked, "You don't think that could happen, do you?"

"It had never crossed my mind. I've been too worried that you would think I was lusting after you to consider that you might find me attractive."

"Hmmmmmm, I like that. You are so refreshing Jeff. I've wanted to do that for the last few days. I'm beginning to realize that you are an exceptional man! You aren't mad at me are you?"

I answered that question by turning toward her, taking her in my arms and kissing her with all the feelings that I had bottled up in me.

"Woah...., that was nice! Where did you learn to kiss like that, Jeff?"

"I've been saving that up since high school."

In response she put her arms around me and returned the kiss, with the same passion.

"Yvonne, you know that you are destroying my will power, don't you?"

"Yes, I hope so."

"I hope you know that there are limits I don't want to pass, right?"

"I know that Jeff. Before we go any further, I need to talk to you. It is unfair to you not to tell you about me."

"What makes you think I don't know about you?"

"You know?"

"I think so."

"You really know that I needed to turn to prostitution to raise my baby girl and get her through college?"

"I've suspected it. It was reinforced when I saw the condoms in your purse and what looked like fresh, and older bite marks on you, especially on your breasts."

"Are you playing games with my feelings? How can you know what I have done and still make me feel you care this way?"

"I'm not playing any games. I have loved you since I first met you. I longed for you for three years of high school. You have been my picture of the perfect woman! You are one of the reasons why I have never messed around with anyone else."

"But, as a Christian doesn't my having worked as a prostitute make me off limits?"

"No! In the Old Testament a prophet named Hosea was ordered, by God Himself, to marry a prostitute. One of the people in our Lord's family line was named Rahab. She was a prostitute and a foreigner to boot. Many prostitutes joined the early church. You are not a second class person because of past decisions. In Christ we are all forgiven sinners. None of us is any better than any other Christian. As Robert E. Lee once observed, "The ground is level at the foot of the cross." I believe you are a Christian, aren't you?"

"Yes, I accepted the Lord when I was a teenager. But I've strayed so far. How can I believe you aren't messing with my mind and feelings?"

"Just wait a minute, I need to go get something."

I walked over to the Christmas tree and reached in between two branches. I took out a small nicely wrapped package. 

"Watch your eyes, I'm going to turn on the small lamp on the end table next to you."

With the light on, I sat down next to her, and handed the package to her.

"Please open it."

She looked at me, with a very strange look, and with trembling fingers she removed a small leather bound box from the paper.

"This can't be what I think it is."

"Please, just open it, the suspense is killing me. I need to know your reaction."

She gently opened the box and found a small note stuck in the edge of the box. It blocked her view of the rest of the box's contents. It simply said, "Will you marry me?"

She burst into tears and threw her arms around my neck. She didn't stop saying "Yes!" until I put my lips to hers and gave her a long and deep kiss.

"Thank you. I've wanted to ask you this question for years. I truly fell in love with you in high school. You haven't looked at what else was in the box."

She pulled the paper out from where it was wedged and found a large solitaire diamond set in platinum. 

"Oh, Jeff, it's beautiful. Can I put it on?"

"Let me help you put it on." I got off the couch and knelt on the floor next to her feet. I took the ring out of the box and placed it on her ring finger. "Merry Christmas, future wife."

"Merry Christmas, future husband. I don't have any present to give you!"

"Oh, Yes you do!, and you already gave it to me when you said yes."

Our conversation was broken into by the sound of the phone. I got up, and answered it. 

"It's Jane for you, and she sounds excited."

Yvonne took the phone and said, "Merry Christmas sweetie."

"Mom, I had to tell you I just received an engagement ring. I'm engaged to be married."

"Oh, that's wonderful darling. Are you sitting down?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because I just received a ring and am going to be Mrs. Mohr."

I could hear the scream from the other side of the room.

"You're not kidding me, are you mom?"

"No, sweetie, I am now wearing the most beautiful diamond ring I have ever seen. The most wonderful man I have ever met is going to be all mine!"

They continued to talk for several minutes. Then, Yvonne handed me the phone.

The voice on the phone said, "Merry Christmas professor Mohr."

"Merry Christmas, Jane. You are going to have to change what you call me in a week or two."

"You'll need to change what you call me, then as well."

"Who is your future husband to be?"

"His name is Jim Nelson."

"Oh, is he the son of Lars Nelson?"

"Yes, do you know him?"

I know both him and his family. Lars was the head of the physics department at the university where I earned my Ph.D.. He's a solid believing Christian and a true gentleman. He's also a gifted physicist."

"He says the same things about you."

"Merry Christmas, Jane. Do you want to talk to your mother again."

"Yes, please."

I handed the phone to Yvonne and sat back down on the couch. Moments later, Yvonne joined me. This time, she sat down on my lap, facing me. She put her arms around me and pulled my face down into her cleavage.

"I love you so much, Jeff. I want to do all sorts of things with you, but I know that you won't allow yourself to do some of them, yet. However, I should tell you that I have always used protection so I have never had any STDs. I am totally clean in that regard. Your beliefs don't stop you from having some very intimate fun that doesn't result in intercourse, do they?"

I grinned at her, "No they don't, darling."

"Oh, I love that word 'darling' coming from you."

With that she pulled my face back down into her cleavage and I put my hands up and gently caressed her beautiful breasts.

"I think we can find a lot of fun to be had in the next few days. What do you think about us getting the marriage license the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after Christmas, oh Jeff you say the nicest things."

"I feel that I need a bath. How about you Yvonne?"

"I don't think we'd fit in the tub in my room."

"No, we wouldn't, but we'd fit in the whirlpool bath in my room."

"You have a whirlpool?"

"Yes, and it is made for two but has never been used for two. Shall we try it?"

"Yes, but I'll need to keep the cast dry."

"We'll make sure it stays dry."

I suspect that we both had very stupid grins on our faces.

Yvonne broke in on our reverie. "How would you take the suggestion that we sleep together, but refrain from intercourse?"

"I was wondering how to ask you that same question. I think I would like that very much."

Our "stupid grins" became much larger.

We got up and went into my bedroom. I turned on the heat lamps in the bedroom and in my bathroom. Then, I started the water in the tub.

"Jeff, I want to you to do me a favor. Please take off your robe so that I can see all of you."

"I hope I won't disappoint you."

"There's no chance of that."

I removed my slippers. I turned my back to her and removed my robe. Then I turned around.

"Wow! I like the way you look, and you have a very nice package there."

"I'm glad you like what you see, because soon you will be stuck with it."

We both laughed when the double entendre struck us. Yvonne grinned: "I like the word 'stuck'. It has so many neat meanings. But, in the present context 'stuck' isn't the right word. 'Blessed' carries a better meaning."

I proceeded to help Yvonne out of her robe and put the plastic bag on her arm. Then we went into the bathroom. I helped her into the tub and turned on the pumps and heaters.

"Yvonne, please sit right in that corner with your back to the corner itself, and spread your legs."

She did that and almost instantly there was a smile on her face.

"Oh, that feels sooooo good.. The bubbles are pushing against my pussy. If it keeps this up I'm going to have an orgasm."

"That's the general idea. It will get you off quicker than a vibrator. The bursting bubbles make for a much better feeling. At least that is my opinion."

"Mmmmmmmm, you're right."

I moved over so that I could play with her breasts and kiss her while she enjoyed the bubbles. I had set the water just low enough so that her nipples were just below the water surface. I took one in my mouth and started licking and playing with her nipple. One of my hands was playing with her other boob and the other was rubbing her upper thigh, but staying out of the stream of bubbles. I didn't want to spoil the masturbatory effect of the directed water jet.

"Ohhhhhh, Jeff, don't stop doing that. You're driving me insane." 

Wonderful, that is exactly what I wanted to do for her. About that point she had her first small orgasm. It wasn't the last. While she was telling me how good it was I felt her good hand holding onto my balls and gently pulling and twisting them in their sack. Oh, did that feel good.

I lost count on how many orgasms she had. During the process I kept changing which nipple I was kissing, licking, and sucking. 

After, I don't know how long, she said, "I've got to stop of I won't have the strength to get out of the tub."

I turned the pumps and heaters off, started to drain the tub, and helped her get out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. I then got a warm towel and dried her off. I dried off quickly, and led her back into my bedroom.

When we got back to the bedroom I took the phone off the hook. I did the same in her room. 

I folded back the covers on the bed, and lay several large beach towels on the bed. She was grinning at me as I did this

"And, just what do you have in mind Jeff?"

"Well, I've tasted your breasts, but I haven't had the opportunity to taste other parts of you that I suspect I will enjoy the taste of and you will enjoy the feeling of."

"I hope that you won't mind if I enjoy the same type of experiments with you."

"Not at all, it will be my pleasure, I'm sure."

She said, "Likewise, for me."

I had her climb on the bed and lay on her back towards the middle of the bed. Then I crawled up so that my face was between her legs.

"Aren't you going to turn around so that I can play too?"

"Not yet! I want to enjoy you solo first. Tell me what I do wrong, this is a first for me."

I started by kissing the insides of her thighs. I tried to remember the techniques I had read about in stories posted on Literotica. I moved closer and closer to her pussy, without touching it. Then I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit up to the clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, you're doing it just right. Please keep doing what you are doing."

I had no intention on stopping. I now started to suck her outer pussy lips into my mouth as far as I could. Then I would work them over with my tongue. I'd do one side, the other or both as long as I could trap them with my lips. At last I had them both in my mouth and separated them with my tongue. I pushed my tongue as far into her as I could and licked her furiously.

"Oh, that's good. Please play with my clit."

I pulled my tongue from her slit and replaced it with two fingers. My mouth moved up to her clit. I started by licking all around it and occasionally brushing it with my tongue. Then I took it in my mouth and sucked on it while working it over with my tongue.

"Don't Stop!" I could hear the urgency in her voice. I continued for about another thirty seconds before I felt her thighs close around my head. She went stiffly into a tremendous spasm, My face and fingers became soaked with her juices. The orgasm seemed to last longer than any I had seen her have. When it was done, she just sort of "melted" onto the bed. she was exhausted.

"I've never had a climax like that before. How did you learn to do that?"

"I read a lot of stories on Literotica.com and have watched a fair amount of porn. They both provide details about technique. I'm pretty good at remembering details."

"I've only had a couple of men go down on me and neither of them seemed to know what they were doing. You'll probably be shocked; but I have had a couple of women go down on me. They knew what to do. I haven't done that, however, since Jane was born."

I crawled up the bed and lay down beside her. I pulled her to me and just luxuriated in the feeling of having this beautiful creature in bed with me, and soon to be with me "... until death do us part."

We fell asleep that way. We had thought we'd play around quite a bit, but the emotional high, the fun in the tub, and driving her up the wall with my mouth used so much emotional, and physical, energy that we just dozed off. It was about seven the next morning that we awoke.

What woke me up was a wonderful wet feeling at my cock's head. As I started to really wake up I realized that someone's mouth was on my cock and it felt wonderful. As the oral work continued Yvonne's free hand was playing with my balls. It wasn't long before I had one of the mightiest climaxes I have ever had. She apparently took all the cum that I had provided. Then she said, "Merry Christmas, darling."

"And Merry Christmas to you, Yvonne. I love it when you call me darling. I can tell from your voice that you really mean it. What would the love of my life like for breakfast?"

"I hadn't thought about that. What would you like to suggest?"

"Do you like pancakes?"

"I love them."

"How about corn?"

"I love corn, why do you ask."

"I ask because one of my all time favorite dishes is corn pancakes, with real maple syrup and good breakfast sausage."

"I've never had corn pancakes, but they sound wonderful."

I proceeded to get up and go into the kitchen to start breakfast. I wasn't at all bashful this morning so I didn't wear anything except my slippers. Moments later Yvonne came into the kitchen dressed , or just as undressed in this case, as I was. She came over to me and hugged me tightly while kissing me. 

I suddenly lost all thought of food. It must have been five minutes before we stopped showing our love to each other.

"Whew, that would have knocked my socks off, if I had been wearing any."

"I suspect that is true, I can see that your flagpole is up and ready to go."

"Yeah, but let's have breakfast first."

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

We had a leisurely breakfast and truly enjoyed each other's company. I loved the look of the ring on Yvonne's ring finger.

"Yvonne, when was the last time you had a complete physical and a dental cleaning and repair if needed?"

"Are you sure you really want the answers to those questions."

"Yes! Now that I've truly found you I don't want to lose you to something that can be prevented."

"I haven't had a complete physical or dental work since just after we graduated from high school."

"I'll contact my doctor and my dentist and have them set up appointments for you. You'll like my doctor, she's nice."

"You have a female doctor?"

"Yes. She's a member of the Christian Medical Association. I prefer to have someone who respects life take care of my health. It probably makes no difference to you but she's also black. Oh, you would have seen her last night at church. She was wearing a beautiful black velvet dress."

"Jeff, the more I get to know you at the personal level the more you impress me as a truly unique, gifted, and caring individual. I'm so glad you love me."

"I, also, am glad you love me."

"Now, many marriages have troubles because of money. I'm not filthy rich, but I have a healthy bank account. I will set you up with your own checking account and credit card tomorrow. After we get the marriage license I want to buy you new clothes, shoes, coats, and a car. We will be busy tomorrow."

The look on Yvonne's face was one of awe.

"You're going to do all that tomorrow?"

"Yes, unless you would prefer to do something else."

"Oh, no, I can't think of anything else I would like to do more. My last brand new clothes were purchased for me by my parents the year after we graduated. They died shortly after that."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Lest you think I'm being extravagant, let's go in to the computer and I'll show you my financial records."

We went into the study and I brought up Quicken. 

"Now, here's my checking account."

"You're joking, right. It looks like you have a bit more than a hundred fifty thousand dollars in that account."

"Yeah, I do. I invented a couple of useful gadgets while I was in college. They gadgets are now used in almost every computer made. I get a small royalty check that is a function of how many new computers are sold." 

Yvonne looked at me in a very strange way. "I'm dreaming this, right?"

I gathered her into my arms and kissed her. "Does this seem like a dream to you?"

"No, but I have never in my life run into anyone with so much money before."

"I don't brag about it, and I don't show it in how I live. Let me show you the rest of my accounts."

"This is my log of investments." Up came a long list of stock holdings with last known balance information in the margin. The total at the bottom was about six and a half million dollars and change. "Relatively speaking I'm not spending a lot of money tomorrow. I plan to get you set up with a prepaid platinum credit card. Initially I'll put in about twenty thousand dollars, and as you use it and pay back into it from your budget you will build up a good credit record. As for the clothes and car, they will be your choice. Oh, yeah, I need to get with my lawyer to modify my will. If something happens to me, you inherit what is mine. If we both go at the same time, Jane is the next in line." 

"I don't know what to say. I don't even know what to think. This is so overwhelming. A week ago I lost an apartment because I couldn't afford an extra fifty dollars per month. Now, you are telling me that tomorrow I will have a credit card with a limit in five digits. I'm floored!"




Lost and Found



"Well, soon to be wife of mine, I hope you only have happy surprises with me."

Yvonne kissed me and things evolved from there. Let's just say we spent the next hour in bed.

We both took a shower, together of course, and then I started roasting a small turkey. Later I put the potatoes on to boil and started to make my home made whole berry cranberry sauce. We would be dining fashionably late Christmas night. Dinner would be at about seven that evening.

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

The following day was a whirlwind of activity. The first thing we did was to get the marriage license. I was told that there was no longer any delay needed between getting the license and being able to marry. 

I called my pastor and asked if he could perform a small private wedding that afternoon. He said that he could. My attorney was given the details of what I wanted drawn up and I was told that it would be ready to sign in about four days.

My doctor had an opening to see my fiancee in two days. My dentist would find time for her in a week and a half.

Then we went to the bank. I asked to talk to the bank president. He knows me and has done financial arranging for me in the past. When we walked into his office and he heard what I wanted to do he looked shocked.

"Mr. Mohr, we've done business together in the past and I've tried to avoid giving you advice. This time, however, I have to suggest that you are making a grave mistake."

"Oh, Mr. Gravel, what kind of mistake is that?"

"Well, you seem to be rushing ahead trying to set up finances for a person I suspect that you have not known too long. I would guess you don't know her background."

"What are you trying to say, Mr. Gravel?"

"Well, Yvonne has a somewhat colorful reputation around here. Her business is ..... well, shall we say, questionable."

Yvonne spoke up, "That isn't the type of thing you said the last time you tried to hire me for an evening is it Charlie?"

"Mr. Gravel, you have stepped into a mine field without a map. You know that you are a small local bank without affiliation to any large banks. How would you like me to pull my six and a half million dollars in cash and investments from here and bring it over to First National in Smithtown? If you don't want to see that happen, you will treat the lady sitting here with the same respect you show me. Is that understood?"

Charlie Gravel almost looked physically ill. The local economy had been in a bad slump for a while and he barely had the legally required reserves to stay in business. 

"I understand you clearly. I did not intend to offend you. I apologize to you Yvonne, I promise that I will never again bring up your previous business ventures. If I may ask, how long have you known Yvonne Mr. Mohr?"

"We were in high school together and I have loved her since that time. I am glad that you are listening to reason. Now, the business at hand is this. I want a platinum credit card with a twenty thousand dollar limit provided to my wife next week at that time. I will also want my checking account to have my wife added to is. At that time I will write a twenty thousand dollar check to the bank to serve as a pre payment on the credit card, until such time as she has built up her credit record. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, Sir. I will have one ready next week. All I need at the moment is her social security number. I will list you as her reference. Is that agreeable with you?"

"Yes, thank you for your time Mr. Gravel."

We got up and walked out of the bank.

"How would you like a nice lunch before we go to the pastor's house and then go shopping?"

"I'd love it. I don't understand something. When you suggested moving your money elsewhere Charlie's face went white. What happened?"

"Well, the state government requires banks to have a certain amount of cash on hand to be open for business. The cash on hand that they usually have is from savings accounts and investments that are on deposit with them. If I pulled out all of my money, he would probably have to close the bank. The economy hasn't been all that good lately. What I suggested could put him into bankruptcy."

"Oh! Now I understand. I want to thank you for standing up for me in there."

"Darling, nobody should be treated like he was going to treat you. I know that he's on the board of trustees for his church. Yet, you bear witness to the fact that he wants to cheat on his wife. He doesn't appear to be much of a man."

**********

By two that afternoon we were husband and wife. Our kiss after the blessing was one long and powerful kiss. I left my pastor friend with an envelope with a gratuity in it that I know he will be able to use. He isn't paid all that much and a spare thousand dollars will go a long way to helping him with his budget, especially around Christmas time.

**********

"Well, darling, do you want to go shopping for clothes and a car, or do you want to go home and spend some quality time with your new husband?"

"Clothes and cars can wait. Let's go home and celebrate."

*********

When we got home we made a bee line to the bedroom. I think that we both may have set a world record for the fastest time to get out of clothes without damaging them. 

Now, for the first time in our lives, we could enjoy the benefits of being husband and wife.

"Wife, what do you say we try out the springs under this mattress. Shall we find out if they squeak?"

She grinned at me and responded "It makes no difference if they do or not. Nobody else is around to hear them. But, let's try really hard to see if we can make them squeak or make any other sound!"

If there were a prize for stupid happy grins, we probably would have won it at that moment.

"Darling wife, I would like to make a suggestion. You can modify it if you wish. I want to start out with sixty-nine. I want you to reach one or more orgasms before we proceed. That way, if I go off too soon, you will still have had some pleasure. Then, I want you to ride me cowgirl style so that you can pick the speed and angle that you like. What do you think?"

"I like the way you think. Let's stop talking about it, and start doing it!"

We got on the bed and laid on our sides with our upper legs bent at the knee. I proceeded to work her slit and clit over with my tongue while she cupped my balls in her hands and proceeded to treat my penis as a popsicle. I tried to focus my attention on pleasing her, but it was incredibly difficult with the really wonderful blow job that was going on. I managed to get her through two climaxes before I knew I was almost at the point of no return.

"I'm going to come if you don't stop!"

All she did was grunt something that sounded like a muffled "Uh-Huh."

It was then that I realized she wanted to push me over the edge.

The orgasm seemed to be earth-shattering. I was still orally pleasing her at the same time. As I came, so did she. 

"I've never been that hot and that relieved ever before! Thank you Yvonne. "

"That's one of the most satisfying orgasms I have ever had too. Thank you husband of mine!"

"What say we take a brief nap before continuing. I'm not sure how long it will take me to recharge after that."

"Sold!"

We turned around so that we were face to face in each other's arms. We dozed off for the better part of an hour. I awoke first, and decided to eat her out. That would be the gentlest way to wake her up.

She had almost reached an orgasm when she became aware that she wasn't dreaming.

"Hi, lover. Your mouth feels so good on me. You know you've turned me on again, right?"

"I was hoping so. Doing this has turned me on as well. What do you say we do something about that?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Moments later I was on my back and Yvonne was kneeling over me lining my cock up with her pussy. It took little time for her to settle down on it and proceed to rub herself on my cock. I had reached up and was playing with her beautiful breasts. I could play with them endlessly and not get tired of it. 

At about the same instant we both said, "Oh, that feels good." We both grinned and I tried to coordinate my hip movements with her rocking. Soon we had a good rhythm going. As it progressed, we started to pick up speed. It wasn't long before she had her first climax. I kept moving and she had two more in rapid sequence.

"I want to finish this doggie style, Jeff."

I stopped thrusting and she got off me. Then she turned around and got on all fours. As I approached from her rear she reached back between her legs and guided my penis back into her vagina. At that point I started to pound her like there was no tomorrow. I was beginning to tire when she said: "Don't stop. I'm almost there. Faster and harder, pleeeeeeeeeeeesss........."

She had exploded in a shattering orgasm right in the middle of her request. As she went over the edge, so did I. As I pulled back from my final thrust, we collapsed onto the bed and into each other's arms.

"Jeff, I have never had sexual pleasure like that before. That may sound corny, but it's true. It's almost like a completely different thing when I am with my loving husband."

I must have been smiling.

"What are you thinking about, Jeff."

"I'm realizing the truth and beauty behind the book 'Song of Solomon' in the Old Testament. Sex with your beloved is indeed special beyond description. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me."

"You bet it was. Let's take another nap and see what comes up later."

"I like your pun."

"Good, let's sleep."

The rest of this story continues in chapter two. 



Lost and Found



The neighborhood was like no other. Every building looked the same; five stories red stone brick. If you were drunk you probably couldn't remember which building you lived in since they all looked alike. 

My name is Sara and I live in the middle of the block in one of those red stone buildings on the second floor with a view of the street. Life on the block was very boring. Nothing ever happened. Plus, the neighbors were too neighborly, or should I say nosey.

Outside on the stoops were gossiping adults and the streets were full of children chasing each other and playing ball. It was a place everyone called home, especially Wade Jones a forty year old man with salt and pepper hair, and a gotee. He's 6 feet tall with olive color skin and a body to die for. I heard him say once that this mother is black and his father is Spanish Indian.

Wade lived in my building, but he was on the 5th floor. He was married and had two children. I'm not sure what he did during the day but, he looked very well dressed every morning, in a suit and tie. The window in my bedroom had a view of the street, so I made sure that I watched him every morning while drinking my coffee. He knew it too, waving to me as he walked by. There were times when I wanted him to do more than just wave. Nevertheless, I had to keep reminding myself that he was married. His wife on the other hand should have reminded herself the same thing. The story around the rumor mill was that Michelle was sleeping around with everyone but Wade. The sad part was that he knew it. Knowing that she would never change, I'm not sure why he stayed with her; maybe it was for the kids, or maybe he did love her in his own way.

I work in the downtown area and most evenings Wade and I would manage to end up on the same train together on our way home from work. I was so attracted to him. I would just sit there and listen to him go on and on about Michelle and her infidelities. I just wanted to take him and hold him in my arms. I wanted to take his pain away. How could she do this to a wonderful sexy man? After about six months of riding the subway together, Wade and I became good friends. We talked about life, the weather, my past relationships and the unconditional love he had for his two young children. Sometimes we missed our stop. We would just get off the subway and back track to our neighborhood. I've had so many failed relationships that our friendship even without sex out shined them all. 

Wade and I started to secretly meet each other on Saturdays while his wife was out. We would meet at the park or the beach and spend the whole day together with his two kids Shaun and Ashley. I started realizing that I was falling in love with my Saturday family and I noticed Wade was much happier person whenever we were together. 

After a year, Wade and I realized that our friendship was growing. Our desire to be together was getting stronger. I was falling for him and he felt the same about me. I spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out a way to make something happen between us. When we bumped into each other on the train one Monday evening, I decided to invite him to dinner in hopes that something would take place afterwards. He was reluctant to say yes. I could see the tension in his face. I thought he might turn me down but it turned out he was delighted that I asked. He suggested that we meet at a nice restaurant on Friday after work.

I couldn't wait till the end of the week. I made arrangements to take the day off so that I could pamper myself before our date. That morning in the shower all I could think about was him. While I was lathering up, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have Wade kiss me. I wanted to feel his tongue in my mouth. I wanted his hands to caress me all over. What must it feel like to have that tall, sexy man seduce me to the point I beg him for?

Just by thinking about it, I could feel the moisture build up between my legs. I was so hot and turned on by the image of him that I started to touch myself. My hands started to glide over my soapy soft skin. I thought of him touching my nipples as I began to pinch them making them hard. I lifted my breast and put one nipple in my mouth pretending it was him sucking on it. I moved my hands slowly down my firm hard stomach until I reached my center. I slipped one, then two, then three fingers inside me; loving the way it made me feel. I worked myself up to the point that I was panting and nearly fainted in the shower. I wanted him so badly that my body ached.

After pulling myself together, I decided to go shopping for a new outfit and a new pair of shoes. I never realized how long it took to look good for someone you love. While I was shopping, I lost track of time and realized that I had to hurry to make it to the restaurant in time.

It was almost eight o'clock when I walked into the restaurant. I spotted Wade sitting in the corner of the bar. I walked up behind him without him noticing me. I whispered a seductive "hello" in his ear, punctuated with a little nibble. He was startled by it but when he turned around and saw it was me, he smiled. He wrapped his arm around me to draw me in closer and he kissed me. The waiter came over and advised us that our table was ready. He led us to a romantic candle-lit area near a fire place in the restaurant. We ordered, and while we waited for our food, we started talking about everything we could think of, avoiding anything too romantic. I wanted him, and he wanted me, but neither of us wanted to make the first move. 

Wade reached over and poured me a glass of wine from the bottle that we had ordered, and as he was pouring I realized how much I needed to be with him, alone. I leaned in closed to him and I whispered to him that I wasn't hungry for food. He slid his napkin across the table to me and told me to look under it. It was a room key for a suite upstairs. I grabbed the card, and he grabbed my hand. We shuffled out of the restaurant towards the elevators. He kissed me in the elevator, and I loved every minute of it. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. He kissed my neck and pulled my dress up my legs as I un-tied his tie. 

By the time we arrived at the door, we were half undressed. He reached out with the key to unlock it, but I stopped him and asked him, "Are you sure you want to do this?" 

He said that if he wasn't sure he would have never accepted my offer for a date.

The door closed behind us as we walked in. I walked over towards the couch where I saw there was a bottle of Champaign chilling on ice in a bucket. I asked Wade if he had planned for us to come up here. 

He told me, "I was hoping to bring you up here because I've wanted to have my way with you for some time now." 

We shared a glass of Champaign, and before we could finish it, I pushed him back on the sofa. He watched as I started to unzip my dress, sliding it down my body until it hit the floor. I stood there in front of him in nothing but my black lace bra and thong. His gaze was so hot that my flesh felt as if it were on fire. He gently glided his fingers up and down my legs feeling every muscle. His hand hooked on to the back of my panty and he began to pull it down slowly, while kissing my stomach making his way down to my pussy. His kisses were long; his tongue was hot as it slipped between my swollen lips. My legs started to weaken. I pulled him upward by his shirt to get him to stand up so we could move into the bedroom. 

When we were in front of the bed, we started kissing each other passionately. His lips felt so full. His tongue felt warm in my mouth as I sucked on it gently tasting myself on him. He laid me down on the bed and started kissing my neck and my shoulders. Both of our hearts were beating fast as he started to pull down the straps to my bra. I started to unbutton his shirt. I wanted him to feel my lips on his chest. I ran my fingers through his hair as I kissed his chest. I could hear him whispering my name.

I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted to feel the passion I never felt with any of the other men that I had been with. I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I yelled out, "Wade, make love to me!" I begged him to do more. He slipped his hand between my legs and started rubbing my pussy. Then he kissed my breasts with his mouth. I parted my legs welcoming him in. 

He stood up and pulled off his pants. I reached out and grabbed him, lowering him down gently between my legs. I was so wet that he was able to slide right in. At first he went slowly. Then I started to thrust my hips upward letting him know that I wanted more; I wanted it harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in closer, making him fuck me harder.

Our bodies twisted and turned in ways that I never dreamed anyone could. I knew he was on the verge of exploding, so I slowed it down, making him want more. I pushed him off so he could lie down, and I could be on top. I started kissing him from his chest on down to the tip of his dick. I took my tongue and twirled it around his tip and down to his balls. I was sucking him hard allowing him to thrust in and out of my mouth. He moaned with such hunger. Before he exploded, I decided to slide my wet pussy on top of his juicy tasting dick. He was so hard that it was easy for me to slide down right on top of him. He was rubbing his hands all over my stomach, my chest and squeezing my nipples.

I slid up and down on him in a rhythmic motion. He was moaning with such pleasure that I found myself moving faster and faster to make him moan some more; to make it louder. I leaned back as far as I could to take him all in. He came with such force that even I started to shake. I leaned forward and we started kissing with such passion, with such force that both of our lips started to hurt. That night we made love to each other until we feel asleep from exhaustion. 

We woke up in each other's arms not knowing what to say. I told him that he didn't have to say anything. I said that I loved what we had together and I would understand if this could not happen again. 

He looked at me and said, "Sara, as much as I'm attracted to you and as much as I want to continue to make love to you just like last night, I'm not sure that I could leave my wife. I'm torn between a woman I love for giving me two beautiful children and a woman I've been falling in love with for the past year.

" Let's not worry about it now," I told him. I didn't want to spoil the memory of what we just had.

Wade and I decided that it was time to get back to our lives on the block. So, we got up and showered. In the shower we both felt the heat. The passion was so strong that we started kissing and crying in each other's arms. We checked out of the hotel about mid-morning, and we each jumped into separate cabs.

A week went by, and we didn't see each other on the train. I thought things would be the same, and we would meet up at the park on Saturday as usual. After waiting a couple of hours at the park, I realized that he was not going to show. My heart felt heavy. I decided to go home. As I approached the block, I saw a moving truck in front of our building. My heart was pounding; my hands were shaking, and my worst fear unfolded before my eyes. There he was, my love, getting into a cab with his wife and children. I stood there with tears rolling down my face as the truck and the cab pulled away.

Four months went by and no word from Wade. I thought of him every evening on my way home from work hoping that we would bump into each other on the train. Every morning I stood watch at the window remembering what it was like seeing him walk by and wave to me as he would leave to work. All I could do was sit and think about the man I loved and lost.

It was Friday night again and I was alone. I was just about to open up a bottle of wine when I heard a knock at the door. As I was approaching to answer, I heard a voice saying, "Sara, it's me, Wade. I know your there, please open the door." As I stood there undecided of what to do, there was another knock followed by the word "please." After a while, I decided to open the door. There he stood in a tee-shirt and jeans, holding a yellow rose, with tears rolling down his face...



Lost and Found



This story contains plenty of build up. For those looking for a quick-fix, I recommend looking elsewhere.

A 'thank you' goes to Literotica editor Eyes4girlsonly who helped me write my wrongs.

Prologue

It was close to midnight when Sarah Mason awoke in her bedroom from a bad night's sleep. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she sobbed heavily, her breathing erratic and uncontrolled, her facial expressions ridden with angst and pain. A lamp was switched on in the hallway outside and quietly her brother, John Mason standing six feet one, opened the door to her bedroom and made his way inside. No words were necessary as he removed her covers in order to carry her to his bedroom. He noticed that her t-shirt was soaking wet with sweat.

"Hey sweetie," he whispered. "You're soaking wet. C'mon, we have to get you out of that t-shirt, okay?" Something that resembled a nod among all the sobbing gave him the permission to continue. Neither of them were prude around each other, both having seen as each other naked multiple times growing up. They were siblings after all, and had come to be very close ones at that. As he removed her shirt, her arms went above her head and revealed a vulnerable, albeit beautiful, older sister. Her arms led down to a beautiful face framed by dusky blonde hair, to two small, perky breasts and a narrow waist. Her pale skin on the flat tummy was glistening with sweat, and as his eyes travelled further down he saw her white cotton panties and the slender legs she always had. He gently picked her up and carried her over to his bedroom, turning off the light as he passed the light switch.

He held her tight that night, looking briefly into the mirror across the room from his bed. As he saw his own reflection he wondered what to make of it all. He could see a storm brewing within himself, waiting to be unleashed and tear him apart as it was tearing his sister apart. John looked down on his sister who was cradled in his arms, looked down at her beautiful face which gave him the strength to continue.

"You've had a long day, haven't you?" he said quietly. "We both have," he corrected himself. He kissed her forehead. "We have each other though, don't we?" he continued. Now that there's only the two us left... "I love you." It was merely a whisper, but it carried through to his sister, whose sobbing softly subsided. Soon, they were both asleep, comforted by each other. The suicide of their younger brother Sam had left the two remaining members of the Mason family heavily wounded and confused.

The next coming days were difficult for them both. John's mind was on autopilot, taking care of all menial things and trivial chores. Sarah was going through the first stages of grief. Unlike Sarah, who was her own boss, John was a firefighter in Brightview Falls Fire Department. He had informed his colleagues and supervisor of what had happened and as expected, worried voices made their way over the phone line, but each time he calmed them down. His supervisor told him to let him know when he felt he was ready for the firefighting business again, and until then he was to rest. Funeral was scheduled for in three days.

Chapter 1

It had been a week since Sam had left them and John was helping out at a local pub The Tribute. Simon, the owner, was a close friend and a member of the local fire department as well so John helped out every now and then. Tonight he was working the early shift. He had agreed to it quite happily, because the sound of people made him relax. Sarah was there too, sitting next to the window sipping on ice water. As the evening went on, he kept one eye on his sister and one on the customers. It began to get crowded. Suddenly, John heard overheard someone talking.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Sarah looked up and into a pair of the greenest eyes she had ever seen; eyes belonging to a stunning looking fair-skinned redhead, only a little taller than Sarah's five feet seven. Sarah hadn't spoken to anyone except her brother the past few days and for the briefest of moments, she wondered if her voice would hold.

"No, you go ahead," she replied.

The redhead extended her hand and with a vivid smile introduced herself.

"Jessica Tanner, new in town."

Sarah, still staring into the most gorgeous forest-green eyes she ever seen, unconsciously took her hand but remained speechless. Suddenly, John was next to her ready to take her order.

"Hi tiger," Jessica said and greeted him with a smile.

"Hey Jess", he replied with an even bigger smile. Sarah snapped out of her trance.

"Do you two know each other?"

"Nah-uh," John said as he shook his head. "I thought we were coming up with cute names though."

"But how did you know..."

"... Her name? I heard when she introduced herself." He turned to Jessica. "Big ears, you know." Jessica laughed. He turned back to Sarah.

"So what's yours?"

"My what?"

"Your nickname?"

"Uh-"

"You didn't introduce yourself?" He turned back to Jessica. "She hasn't introduced herself yet?" Sarah looked bewildered.

Jessica happily played along. "No" she answered with pouty lips.

"I apologize on behalf my sister, she—"

"Hey! You watch it! I'm older than you!" Sarah interrupted.

"And yet you are without manners," he quickly replied with a smile. Before Sarah had any chance for a rebuttal, he turned to Jessica. "What would you like?"

"Oh, a light beer would be nice." He nodded and left the two women.

A bit embarrassed Sarah turned her eyes back to Jessica. "I am Sarah Mason," she said sheepishly. "And he," she pointed at her brother, "is my younger brother John."

"Pleasure to meet you both," Jessica said with a grin on her face.

"Soooo... Do I also get a nickname or has my boat already sailed?" Sarah continued.

Jessica pretended to ponder the alternatives until she had decided.

"You shall forever be known as Queen of Mannerville."

"Queen huh? I like it." She couldn't help smiling. Suddenly realizing something, Sarah averted her eyes to the table. "I am not, you know, um...."

"A lesbian?" Jessica wondered.

It was an easy assumption to make. While The Tribute wasn't officially a lesbian pub, there was a lesbian club a block away. The Tribute was the closest pub and had a reputation of taking care of the ladies that were there. Men and women were both allowed, of course, but whenever there was a surge of testosterone and male voices echoed derogatory comments, the staff members of the pub were quick to throw them out.

Suddenly uncomfortable, Sarah nodded. While she wasn't a lesbian, she didn't want Jessica to go away. There was something about her... And she made her smile.

"It's okay," Jessica replied as she shrugged her shoulders. Then she leaned forward, raised one of her eyebrows and whispered: "I thought this was a lesbian club though? Like I said, I'm new in town so I had to do some reading before I got here."

"Not an official, but the closest you'll get," Sarah replied with a weak smile. "Most of the women here probably are, and Simon, the owner, has always taken good care of them." Jessica nodded, and hesitated before she continued.

"I can leave if you want, or if I make you uncomfortable?" She didn't want to leave though. She liked Sarah. It was hard to put it to words, but they just seemed to click. She grabbed her purse and was about to stand up when both of Sarah's hands shot forth and grabbed her one hand still resting on the table.

"Please stay," she said as she looked into Jessica's amazing eyes, silently willing her not to go. Jessica held her gaze only for a short moment before she dropped her purse to the floor again.

"I would love to."

John came shortly after with her beer.

"So, what do you make of Brightview Falls?" he said as he poured her beer into a glass.

"For its size I'd have to say remarkably cozy. Big, though. Not really finding my way around yet." He nodded his understanding and turned to Sarah.

"Hey sis, how about you show Jess around tomorrow?"

Sarah nodded in agreement and looked at Jessica.

"Only if you don't have any other plans? I don't want to intrude."

Jessica happily agreed to it and they decided to meet at 9 am outside the pub. John told them that his shift was over, that he was going home. Sarah said she'd leave as well for the free ride home. They waved good bye, and as Sarah left the pub she felt something in her stomach she hadn't experienced for a long time. She felt butterflies swirling around.

Chapter 2

The following day, Sarah and Jessica met outside the pub around 9 am. Both were dressed quite casually, with Sarah wearing a pair of dark jeans, a dark green cardigan and a light gray t-shirt under. Jessica wore the opposite: a dark gray, tight skirt reaching to her knees and a white, rather loose-fitting shirt. Late summer in Brightview Falls meant 71-75 F (21-23 C) so it was still early to bring out any heavier clothing. As they made their way through the town on foot, Sarah pointed out places she could recommend and some she could not, whether it be eating, shopping for clothes or just places to hang out. When lunch time approached, she led Jessica onto a small side street to a place called Lemongrass. It wasn't exactly hidden nor was it a typical tourist spot, their food was delicious though and they made the best salads in town! Despite their sightseeing, Sarah still knew little about her newly found friend and figured it was time to allow some of the curiosity to take a peek.

"How come you moved to Brightview Falls?" Sarah asked as she attacked her salad viciously with a fork. Jessica on the other hand eyed her salad suspiciously, poking it.

"It's not going to eat itself, you know. Here, let me help, newcomer." Sarah grabbed Jessica's fork, got some salad, shrimp and avocado on it and dipped it all in the dill mayo.

"C'mon Jess, open up." As Jessica leaned forward, closed her eyes, parted her lips and gently extended the tip of her tongue to greet the fork, the butterflies in Sarah's tummy made a return. She gently pushed the fork into Jessica's mouth and couldn't help but stare at her friend as her lush lips closed in the fork. While the shirt that Jessica was wearing wasn't that revealing, her cleavage was suddenly visible as her arms squeezed her breasts together when she leaned forward. Sarah's eyes fixed themselves on the two mounds of flesh in front of her, wondered what it would be like to touch them, hold them, caress them... Jessica's perfume was intoxicating and Sarah literally shook her head to ward off the spell. She handed the fork back to Jessica.

"I'm a real estate agent," she answered, her mouth full of salad. "Our company is expanding and they want somebody here. I saw a chance to see something new and seized it. What about you?"

"Me? I'm a writer. I write books for a living."

"Oh? How's that working out for you?"

Sarah shrugged. "Self employed and I make enough to get by."

"Anything I might have read?"

Sarah quietly poked in her salad before she answered. "Maybe you've read a Michael Hess novel, you know, the firefighter?"

"The bestseller? Yeah sure."

"That'd be me then," she said quietly. Jessica's eyes went wide with surprise.

"Wait, aren't they written by a Joan Monsh?"

Sarah gave a slight smile. "Joan Monsh is an anagram for John Mason, my brother. The books are based on his life and work. He's Michael Hess." Jessica whistled in surprise and saw her friend blush.

"John, eh? Tell me about him!"

"My brother, huh." Pain fluttered Sarah's eyes; something Jessica was quick to take note of. "He's 27, so he's three years younger than I am. He always wanted to be a firefighter, which was his dream. Today he works at the Brightview Falls Fire Department, living it. Occasionally he works at the pub too, which you obviously already know. He is a natural born pacifist, liked by many and disliked by few. He doesn't like fighting but he won't hesitate to bump fists, especially at the pub. He's really close with the guys he works with and every now and then he invites them all to his house for barbeque parties." She quieted down and thought for a moment. "He also has an uncanny skill of being able to read people. I have never ever been able to lie to him," she finally said, smiling.

Jessica tapped her fingers at the table, listening with a genuine interest.

"He sounds like a great guy, huh. I never had any brothers or sisters. At times it was kind of alone, growing up as a single child in Philadelphia, but I got used to it. If I'm ever to end up with kids, I'll make sure I get two of them though," Jessica said with a grin.

They continued to chat about writing, about the real estate business and life in general until they had finished eating, after which they headed for the nearest mall. Jessica was in dire need of new clothing since her stuff from the movers had yet to arrive. Apparently the truck had broken down and it would take another two or three days to get here. A little while later they were standing in the changing room in one of the town's more exclusive shops, money obviously not being a problem for Ms. Tanner. Jessica was inside the dressing room and Sarah was standing outside, waiting. Jessica had found some underwear, a couple of bras, another skirt and two tops. A hand appeared from behind the dressing room, motioning Sarah to get her butt over there. Unsure whether to knock or not, she did it once and stepped in. She was met by a half naked woman, her upper body only wearing a purple lace bra and her lower body trying on the new skirt.

"Can you please help me zip it?" she asked.

Sarah nodded, and as she stepped forward she placed one hand on Jessica's left butt cheek, giving the most subtle squeeze as her right hand pulled the zipper. Her butt was firm and Sarah let her hand linger a moment longer than necessary. She noticed that Jessica was blessed with curves in all the right places. Her hips were a bit wider than her own yet Jessica's butt didn't look too big or too "out there". Sarah's figure was of a more slender version, certainly made so by the many miles she ran a week. Jessica's fair-skinned body was amazing and Sarah was unsure where, in the small dressing room, she was supposed to fasten her eyes. Then Jessica unclasped her bra and revealed two full, teardrop shaped breasts.

"Just give me a sec and I'll get this other bra on and that new top to see how they match—"

Before Jessica had finished her sentence Sarah stepped forth behind her.

"God, you're beautiful," she said, her voice barely stronger than a whisper. The redhead blushed and cheeks took on a color that accentuated her sharp facial features.

"Can I touch them?" Sarah asked Jessica, surprising herself. She wasn't that into girls, but she had always wondered what it was like to have bigger breasts. Taken aback by the question, Jessica could only nod. "Mine are so small and yours... Yours are so full," she continued. Jessica was unsure of how to react and just stood there.

Sarah stretched her arms out and gently touched the underside of her friend's breasts. Jessica saw Sarah's lips part, heard her breathing getting heavier and had trouble of keeping control of the situation. Who am I kidding, I have no control anymore. She's touching me and it feels so... So good. Sarah was standing directly behind Jessica, breathing close to her right ear. She began to knead the breasts, enjoying the feeling of Jessica's naked flesh against her hands. Jessica couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as Sarah brushed over her nipples.

"I, I feel weird, Sarah..." Jessica began rubbing her legs, sensing the tingling sensation between her legs, desperately wanting to touch herself.

"You are that sensitive, huh?" Sarah said as she let her fingers teasingly touch the nipples again.

"If, if we go any further I—" Jessica began.

"You need to touch yourself?" Sarah continued. Jessica only moaned in agreement. Sarah let go of Jessica's left breast, traced her finger over the bare skin down to woman's hips and to her butt. She squeezed harder, more intense this time, before she finally unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. The only piece clothing left was a black thong.

"Your queen wouldn't mind if you touched yourself," Sarah whispered, and watched as one of Jessica's hands made it downwards towards her panties, her one finger entering her wet slit, soaking it with her own juices before she began gently rubbing her clit. Sarah lifted her friend's heavy breasts by holding on to the nipples, playing with them as she did so. Jessica's breathing started to become erratic, her motions inside her panties going at an ever faster pace. Inside Sarah, her mind was utter chaos, equal parts confused and excited. What am I doing? Why, why am I enjoying this? I'm not gay. Am I?

"I'm, I'm going to cum, Sarah. Please don't stop", Jessica pleaded. "Please don't stop, oooooh.... Mhmmmmm, G-G-G-god...." As Jessica was nearing her climax, Sarah locked eyes with her in the mirror as she gently licked along Jessica's right earlobe.

"Please cum for me," Sarah whispered into her ear and then gently pushed her tongue inside, quietly moaning. Sensory overload hit the redhead and she came, standing up, Sarah massaging her breasts and gently licking her ear. As her knees buckled over of the pressure, she began to fall but Sarah was there to quickly pull her up and help her sit her down on a stool that stood in the corner. When Jessica's eyes found Sarah, she saw that whatever that spell had fallen upon her was now broken. Confusion was all over Sarah's face and Jessica instinctively knew that something was wrong. Before Jessica had any chance to say anything, Sarah beat her to it.

"Um, listen, I, I, have to go. I enjoyed spending time with you and, uh, maybe we can have lunch again?" Sarah didn't even look at Jessica as the words tumbled out. "I'll give you a call later, okay?" Before waiting for an answer, she left the dressing room and Jessica who sitting on the stool. Jessica quietly cursed herself and banged her head against the wall as punishment for not stopping it all sooner, for taking advantage of the poor girl's weaknesses.

Great job, Jess. Scare away your only friend.

Two days went by and Jessica couldn't wait any longer and was about to make a call to Sarah when her phone rang. Sarah was on the other end as if nothing had happened a couple of days ago. Jessica was invited to John's place for dinner. John would be working the late shift on the pub which meant he had to leave 19:45, but maybe they could all have dinner together? Surprised, but happily so, Jessica quickly accepted the invitation. She was welcome at five o'clock and that was that.

Chapter 3

Jessica had never been a good cook. Her job meant eating out most of the time and whenever she ate by herself, it was a regular TV dinner that made its way to the kitchen table. No, Jessica was a lot better at looking good while cooking than cooking good food.

"We are making lasagna," John said.

"We are?" Jessica replied, still not understanding how she had gotten an apron on her.

"And you're helping us," he continued, grinning.

"I am?"

"Oh yes you are. Ever made lasagna before?"

"Uh... No?"

"Oooh, this is going to get exciting. It's actually Sarah's recipe so she's the commander in chief for tonight." He turned to his sister. "Your orders, ma'am?"

"Ma'am?" She raised an eyebrow. "I'm only 30! Anyhow, John, you're on the meat station, and you Jess, will take care of the onions.

Onions. Yes, maybe I can do onions. Jessica grabbed an onion, a knife and chopping board and then studied the onion carefully. Before she knew it, Sarah was standing behind her, her arms and hands had made it in between her own.




Lost and Found



"Need an extra pair of hands, sugar?"

"Well, uh, no, not really," she began, refusing to show complete incompetence in the kitchen. I don't know how to cut an onion for God's sake! "But if you were to take the onion and the knife away from me and maybe show me exactly how you would like the onion to be sliced that would probably benefit us all," she carefully continued. Somewhere to the left of them John chuckled.

"Yes, maybe I should show you then," Sarah said smiling. Sarah still standing behind her redheaded friend took the onion and began peeling it. "And this is how you slice it," Sarah instructed and began slicing the onion. Jessica enjoyed the company of her friend, enjoyed the fact she was so near her that she could smell her sweet, minty breath. "Don't make the pieces too big or too small and you'll do just fine, okay?" As Sarah left, she slapped Jessica's tushy. "Work it soldier!"

The dinner was one of the best Jessica had ever had. Not so much because of her excellent skills on the chopping board but because they had made it together, an experience new to Jessica. She was in a nice house with seemingly good friends where light banter came naturally between all three of them. As Colin Hay's ever so cheerful "Beautiful World" played in the background, she found herself strangely content. Jessica was only one year older than Sarah and had so many more things she wanted to do in life, but this, this that she had right now, was all she ever really needed. As the dinner ended, John headed for the pub while Sarah and Jessica sat down in front of the TV, sipped on some wine and talked about everything and nothing. Before either noticed, hours had passed and Sarah asked Jessica if she'd like to stay the night.

"You'll have to bunk in the same bed as I do though, if that's okay? The bed is roomy enough for the both of us and I'm fairly sure I don't snore."

"You are fairly sure, huh? I guess there's just one way to find out then," Jessica said as she smiled.

"You know where the bathroom is. I'll bring you a towel and a fresh tooth brush, and, uh, one of John's t-shirts. They are big and comfy." Soon they were both in bed, neither wearing anymore than underwear and a t-shirt.

As they both lay in the bed, each facing their own direction, Sarah thought about her red haired friend. Jessica was always so well dressed and elegant, always had this sexy business look to her. Calm and assertive, Jessica seemed to be a lot more secure in her than she was. And she made her feel special. Jessica's mere presence could bring a smile to her face, and seeing her in the same room was enough to calm the stormy winds that sometime blew around her, even more so lately since Sam had... Her mind froze.

Oh Sam. I'm so sorry we didn't pay better attention. I'm so sorry we weren't there for you.

Tears welled up into her eyes and even though she desperately willed herself not to sob or cry, it was too late. Please God, don't let Jess hear me.

Jessica, however, was awake too; even more so when she heard her friend cry. What was she supposed to do? Ever since the mall experience she was careful not to step outside her boundaries but it hurt so bad to know that she was crying, to not be able share her pain.

Sarah's friend thought long and hard whether or not to press Sarah for details, but in the end decided against it. She figured that Sarah would tell her if she felt the need for it.

Still, I can't just leave her there...

Sarah suddenly felt the bed jostle as Jessica moved about and before she knew it, Jessica's arms wrapped themselves around her slim torso, pulling her into her own sweet embrace. Sarah turned around in her arms and as she did, Jessica saw her teary eyes and puffy cheeks. She gently pressed Sarah's head into her bosom, into the soft fabric of the t-shirt.

"I'm here for you, sweetie." she whispered into Sarah's ear. "With me you are safe." With that, the flood gates opened. Sarah cried heavily, one of her hands grabbing hold of the bedcovers and squeezing hard, her knuckles going white. Jessica gently put her one free hand over her blonde friend's knuckled one, squeezing it lightly, stroking it lovingly, and willing Sarah to calm down. Sarah's grip softened and soon Jessica managed to intertwine her fingers with Sarah's. Soothing words were whispered as the older of the two gently stroked the younger one's back until the she calmed down. In the end, Sarah's not very stable voice broke the silence.

"I'm so sorry you had to see me like this," she whispered.

"Don't be," said the gentle reply. "We have all cried, haven't we?"

"I feel so ashamed," she continued. "I was afraid that you'd leave me, once you saw me like that, that I'd scare you away or... Something ..."

"Hey, look at me. Look at me, Sarah." Jessica placed her slim hand gently under Sarah's chin and lifted up her face so that their eyes met. "I'd never do that, okay?" Jessica held her gaze steady a little longer before she gently let go of her chin. Sarah once again lost herself in those green eyes, her emotions overflowing.

"Why are you being so kind to me, Jess?

Jessica could hear that her tears weren't far away and carefully picked her words, not wanting to upset her friend any further.

"Because I think you deserve it", she replied softly. "Because I think you are funny. You are cute." She hesitated for a moment before she continued. "Because I think you are going through a rough patch and I want to be there for you. Because I like you."

Quietness once again filled the room.

"Hey..." Sarah began.

"Mhm?"

Sarah fidgeted nervously where she lay. "May I ask how many girlfriends you have had? Not that it's any of my business, but..."

"Oh, I don't know. 40-50?"

Sarah's eyes went wide. "You serious?"

Jessica grinned."No, baby." She paused before she continued. "Three, counting you."

"You think of me as your girlfriend?"

"Well, we are sleeping together," Jessica chuckled. Sarah wiped away her tears as she smiled.

"I've had two girlfriends," she continued. "Does it bother you?"

Somewhere deep inside her, Sarah felt jealousy stir. An ugly emotion and it wasn't even fair to Jessica. As if her friend had read her mind, Jessica continued.

"Don't let it. With my first love I had a great time, but unlike me, who wants to be in it for the long run, she wasn't as interested. It got bad at the end. Harsh words were said, some that could be forgiven and some that could not." Jessica's voice was distant as she sought to remember her past, a past that she wasn't all that fond of. "My second girlfriend was... It only lasted for a month or so. It ended in physical abuse." A pained expression swept over her face, but disappeared as quickly as it had come. Sarah wanted to ask more but decided against it.

"What about me?"

"What about you, love?"

"Do you think I'm girlfriend material?" Sarah finally asked, almost holding her breath.

Jessica stared straight into the wall behind Sarah as she whispered, "Yes, I do".

Nothing else was said that night and soon they both slept, Sarah in the safe embrace of Jessica's arms.

The next morning after Jessica awoke first. She decided to go downstairs and grab something to eat without waking up her friend, thinking that she needed her sleep from whatever it was that's eating her up. As she went downstairs, she saw John standing in the kitchen, making breakfast. He turned around, gave her a warm smile and said good morning to her.

"'Morning, tiger."

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, slept like a baby," she replied as she sat herself down at the kitchen table. 

"Ready for some breakfast?"

"Yeah sure. What are we having?"

"French toast and bacon. It's Saturday after all." He turned his attention back to the stove again. "So, how are you two doing?"

"What do you mean?" she asked as she raised her eyebrow.

He shrugged and turned around. "You make a great couple together, don't you think?"

Jessica stared long and hard into his brown eyes, judging Sarah's brother. She hadn't told him about her feelings, had she? No, she hadn't. She remembered what Sarah had said the other day, and while his eyes revealed nothing to her, she could feel his eyes penetrating her mental defenses, reading her like an open book. She averted her gaze. 

"I don't think she's interested in me in that way," she replied softly with sadness in her tone. It hurt to say it out loud.  

"I think she is."

"What makes you say that?"

"She talks about you a lot. Whenever she's with you, her attitude changes and her face lights up. Most importantly, she smiles." 

A bit hesitant to continue, Jessica waited and then went for it. "She seems to be hurting."

He nodded. "Or healing, depending on your point view. She hasn't told you yet, huh?" Jessica shook her head. "I think it is best you hear it from her though," he continued. He walked over to her at the kitchen table and squatted down in front of her. 

"She's fighting one battle here," he touched her forehead, "and she's fighting one over here," he continued as he moved his finger to softly tap Jessica on her chest. "When one fight resolves itself I'm fairly sure the other one will follow." 

Jessica bit her lip. "What do you propose I do?"

"Be yourself. Nobody does it better," he said with a smile on his face. "Be patient. Be supportive. She'll tell you when she's ready." He contemplated what he had said. "Although I think you already know this," he finished. Jessica merely nodded.   

"And you?" she caught herself saying.

"And me, what?" he said, going back to the stove, grabbing a pair of French toasts and some bacon and returned to Jessica and set down the plate in front of her. 

"I can't help but think that whatever is hurting her must be hurting you."

He stood still for a long time, his eyes locked on to hers. This time, she didn't look away.

"Until Sarah gets back on her feet, I manage."

Before Jessica had any chance to reply, Sarah came down the stairs, yawning. Both abandoned their conversation and turned their eyes to her. 

"Good morning sleepyhead. Want some breakfast?" John asked.

"Yeah, I'm just going to head to the loo. Be right back."

As Sarah went for the toilet, Jessica got up and gave John a hug and kissed him on his cheek.

"What was that for?" he asked, perplexed.

"I understand you are hurting as well," she said as she stood next to him. "I just wanted to show that I care, okay?"

A tired smile swept over his face. "Thank you, Jess. You are one of a kind, you know that?"

As Sarah came back, Jessica excused herself and she too went to the ladies room.

"Hey sis," he began as she walked up to him and into his arms. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay, I guess. And you?" He avoided the question, just as Sarah expected he would. He was dealing with it in his own way after all. Instead, he changed the subject.

"She's nice, you know?"

"Jessica? Yeah, she is."

"Maybe something to hold on to," he pressed her and looked deep into her hazel brown eyes. She sighed and looked away.

"How long have you known?" she asked quietly, slightly annoyed.

"Only since last night. Your eyes were on her like a hawk eyeing its pray. I'm a guy, sis. I can spot oogling a mile away," he grinned. She couldn't help but blush.

"So what do you think, then..?" she continued.

"Does it matter what I think? Isn't it more important what you think?"

"I love you. Of course your opinion matters."

"I like her. I say go for it, in your own time that is."

"I'm just so confused," she whispered. "It's all going too fast. This is all so new for me."

"I know, but you'll work it out. You always do. One small piece of advice, if I may? I think it's better to choose the future over the past because that's where your life lies."

She raised her head and kissed her brother on his cheek.

"You always know what to say. Love you."

"Love you too," he said as Jessica came back into the kitchen. Together they sat down and ate breakfast

Later that day they headed to Sarah's apartment. Sarah needed to get a few items since she was to be staying at her brother's house for a while longer, and she asked whether or not Jessica would like to go with her. Jessica had no other plans and thus, they left for Sarah's apartment after breakfast.

Sarah's apartment was in total silence. It just occurred to Sarah that she hadn't been there since the night it all went so horribly wrong and whenever she had needed something from the apartment John had gotten it for her. No, she didn't even want to be in the apartment at all and as she automatically stepped back a few steps, she unknowingly headed into Jessica's arms.

"Something wrong, sweetie?" she said as she wrapped her arms around her friend, hugging her gently and planting a friendly kiss on the back of her head.

Sarah swallowed. The apartment had gotten cramped with anxiety, panic and the distant smell of death. "I, I don't like it here. You know what, this was a dumb idea. Can't we just leave, please?'

"Let's just get what you came for, okay? You wanted some fresh clothes and your laptop, yes? We'll be quick about it."

Sarah nodded hesitantly, grabbed a hold of Jessica's hand and then they left the hallway, heading into the living-room. Jessica whistled in surprise when she saw one wall filled with several shelves with books.

"This is like small library!"

"Yeah, this is mostly where I work. That's my reading chair," she pointed at a huge leather armchair, "and that's my desk." She pointed to her desk where the laptop was. Jessica was amazed over the sheer size of the room. On the opposite wall of the book shelves were a big flat screen TV and a couch with a coffee table. In one of the corners there was a fire stove, and on the same wall as the book shelves her desk and armchair were placed. On the floor was a big auburn carpet that Jessica was sure must have cost a fortune. Despite it being day, the room was fairly dark with all the darker colors suppressing the light. It was cozy enough, Jessica thought.

"I have been meaning to ask," Jessica began, "how come you are staying with him? Your brother I mean,"

The pause was just a bit too long for Jessica and she knew that whatever her friend would say it would be a half-truth.

"Sometimes it gets lonely, that's all."

As Sarah went to get her laptop, Jessica looked among the book shelves finding a lot more than just books. Photos, stuffed animals and souvenirs from what appeared to be from her travels around Europe all shared space with the books.

As she studied the photos closer, she noticed that many of them were family pictures and even sorted chronologically, so when one went from one side of the room to the other, one could follow the lives of the Masons. The first ones only contained Mr. and Mrs. Mason, but then Sarah was introduced as a small baby and a bit further down the line John as well. A few photos later she could see Mrs. Mason being pregnant again, but then suddenly she was gone. She looked on the previous picture again. One picture she was there, in the other she was not. An unpleasant feeling nestled its way into Jessica's mind. In Mrs. Mason's place was a small toddler cradled by their dad. As the pictures (and the years) went by, soon the dad had vanished as well, all too early by the look of him in the previous picture. Left were Sarah, John and the unnamed teenager. Jessica made a mental note of it. She'd ask Sarah and when the right opportunity presented itself, this clearly not being the right time.

Chapter 4

The following week Jessica was back on her job and since she had some catching up to do she hardly saw Sarah at all. They usually spoke on the phone before bed time and occasionally they would meet in the pub for a drink, but no more than that. When Sarah called Jessica, asking whether or not she would like to accompany her to the Mason's cabin and staying there for the weekend, Jessica was quick to accept. She had simply been working too much and besides, she missed Sarah. Around noon on the following Saturday Jessica showed up outside John's house and entered through the open back door.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

"Hey Jess. I'm in the kitchen!" John called. "Sis is upstairs, getting ready for your weekend."

Jess made her way into the kitchen and saw John emptying the dishwasher.

"Hey tiger," she said as went over to him and gave him a hug.

"Hey, how's it going? You settled in yet?"

"Sure, but as always when it comes to work there is lots to do but little time do it in."

Before they could continue, Sarah came down the stairs with an overnight bag over her shoulder.

"You ready?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, you ladies take care and give me a holler if you need anything," John said. "I mean, you're only like 40 minutes away, but by God will it be beautiful this time of year. Enjoy the sunsets -- they are magical," he finished with a smile on his face.

The women left the house and as John heard the car engine wake from its slumber his actions slowed down. The façade that John had worn during the past three weeks had, by now, run its course. For the past few days, he had been running on willpower alone, keeping a smile on his face as to not worry his sister. His body was exhausted, his mental state in shambles. He had hardly slept at all these past few days, thinking about his family and the death of his brother. Certain that Sarah was in good hands, he finally gave in to his body. The big firefighter crashed down on the floor, china shattering all over the place. His breathing became shallow, his pulse was on a steady decrease and soon he drifted into unconsciousness as his body sent a final protest about how it had been treated.

The cabin was located on the edge of a cliff, built by Sarah's grandparents before she had been born. The view was simply amazing, with the cabin residing on the edge of a cliff overlooking a valley down below.

It was sometime after nine o'clock and Sarah and Jessica sat on the porch, enjoying the slow descent of the sun. They had both been quiet for over 20 minutes, just enjoying each other's company. Then, Sarah broke the silence.

"I learned something about myself this past week," Sarah began. Her friend had her head in Sarah's lap, and was gently fiddling with one of Sarah's hands. Sarah's other hand was stroking Jessica's velvet like red hair softly. Sarah thought for a second, and then continued, "No wait. We will come to that." She looked down at the woman, whom she contemplated, was her best friend. Funny how fast it had all gone. Jessica looked back at her, with a gentle smile.

"Haven't you been the patient one, huh?" Sarah finally said.

"It's important to give each other space," Jessica replied.

"Thank you," Sarah whispered as she bent down and kissed Jessica's forehead. Jessica didn't expect it and was surprised by the close gesture. Sarah merely looked out over the valley again.

"His name was Sam," Sarah said, as tears clouded her vision immediately. "You saw the pictures at my apartment, yes?" Jessica nodded silently. "A week before you and I met at The Tribute, Sam... Sam didn't want to live anymore. He took his own life the 10th of August." Jessica stole a quick look at Sarah and saw tears making their way down on her cheeks. "Officially, the exact reason or reasons why Sam decided to end it are sketchy at best since no letter was left behind, but John and I have a pretty good idea of what happened." She shifted her position slightly.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie..." Jessica interjected, unsure of what to say.

"Let's go back a bit more in time, to the early 90's," Sarah began anew, her voice distant. "My mom, Julia, died in childbirth when Sam was born. She was bleeding heavily during birth and not until after did they notice that she had been bleeding internally as well. Sam survived against all odds, but mom didn't. She fought bravely though," she said as she wiped away a tear.




Lost and Found



"My dad, Robert, dealt with the situation the best he could and it was all well enough, really. We were a close family, we did lots of things together and, well, we were happy, you know? We made it work. But then, only a few years later, dad contracted acute leukemia."

Jessica saw the pained expression on Sarah's face, got up, and pulled her friend into her own arms.

"That's when things took a horrible turn for the worse. We all took care of dad, but with me being the oldest, you know, I had to take care of my brothers too. John managed himself fairly well, but Sam, who never had a mother, and now didn't even have a father, took it extremely hard. Also, leukemia, like most cancer diseases, puts on a horrible show for its audience," she continued quietly. "He withered away, you know? Only a few months in and his big and strong body quickly became a broken shell of what it once used to be."

Sarah stopped for a moment, sobbed quietly and then continued.

"John and I tried our best, but we're not our parents, we never were our mom and dad. We are both very open-minded though, and when Sam... When Sam one day came out and said he had a boyfriend we were so happy for him. Surprised, yes, but happy none the less. We supported them both the best we could and Sam's boyfriend visited us several times and ate dinner with us. We thought it all went so well, you know?

Then a year ago they both broke up. Like many break ups, it got ugly at the end. The past year, he began struggling with school; he was home most of the time in front of the computer. We think he was being bullied because of his sexual preference, but only once did he suffer from any kind of physical abuse that John or I saw, and that was a black eye. We tried so hard to give a helping hand, but how do you help somebody who doesn't want to be helped? How do you reach out to someone who doesn't want to be reached?" Sarah pleaded to no one in particular.

Jessica listened quietly, squeezing her friend's hands every now and then, encouraging her to continue.

"We never saw when he crossed the line from being an upset teenager with all the issues that a teenager might have, to one with suicidal tendencies. We lived in the same house, we shared dinners and we were... We were a family."

"Then, a couple of weeks ago, I received a text on my cell phone." She brought forth her cell phone, opened it up and began scrolling in the messages list. "03:42, Tuesday the 10th of August, he sent John and me this," she continued as she held up her phone. The message was only three words long, short and concise. "I love you."

"I'm sure I've read that message a thousand times," she said softly. "John was on duty that night and didn't see it until later. I tried calling Sam but only got to his answering machine. Somehow I knew he was up here and hurried as fast as I could, but... But, obviously, I wasn't fast enough," she finished. "There's an outlook about half a mile that way," she pointed west, "and that's where he jumped." Sarah felt oddly at peace with herself, having told Jessica what had been burdening her.

Neither said anything for a long time. Jessica took it all in as she gently hugged Sarah, noticing that her friend had stopped crying.

"You never get used to it," Sarah said. "It tears you asunder from the inside and out. It's as if life itself dares you to continue living. Now there's only John and I left and... Oh John. God, please don't let anything happen to him," she whispered. "He doesn't have the safest profession in the world, you know. I'm just waiting for that one phone call or for that one knock on my door from one of his colleagues. I wouldn't know what to do without him." She shuddered as a weird sensation hit her. "I'm going to get us something to drink, be right back."

As she returned, only a little part of the sun remained over the horizon.

When she got back, she had a blanket with her and some wine. Like before, she made her way into Jessica's arms and when they both sat comfortably they enjoyed the silence and the fine wine that had been poured into the two glasses. They merely watched as the sun finished its job as it always had done.

"I learned something about myself this past week," Sarah tried again. Jessica noticed that the glass was shaking slightly and gently took it from her friend's hand. Sarah grabbed a hold of her hand and fiddled with it nervously.

"What did you learn, honey?" Jessica was calm, unfazed by the wine, watching the horizon.

Sarah did something she hadn't done for a long time, and that was being honest with herself.

"You, uh, you... You said you were in it for the long run and you, you also said I was girlfriend material. I wonder, um, whether or not you would like to... Give me a chance? Give us a chance..? I mean, I, I like you, you're funny, smart, good-looking. Those green eyes of yours melt my legs. My heart aches when I'm not with you and..." Sarah suddenly felt lost among her own words. "Will you please be with me, stay by my side?"

She was met by silence until Jessica abruptly said, "Oh sorry hun, I wasn't listening. What were you saying?"

Sarah snapped her head around, not sure what she'd heard was correct. As soon as she did, however, she was met by Jessica's wonderful smile and suddenly her best friend's lush lips gently touched her own in the tenderest kiss she had ever experienced. Jessica closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Surprised, Sarah's face froze until the gentle touch of Jessica's fingers caressed her cheeks. Sarah smiled as tears once again made their way down.

"I was so worried you'd say no, that you wouldn't be interested or that I, I..." she stuttered. Jessica's eyes opened, revealing the forest-green emeralds within.

"You don't have to say another word, baby. You don't have to say another word." She closed her eyes again as she leaned in to kiss Sarah, parting her lips slightly as she did so, gently caressing Sarah's lips with her own.

"Can I?" Jessica whispered.

"I would love it if you did," Sarah replied, equal parts of her anxious and nervous.

Jessica extended her tongue, gently stroking Sarah's lips. Sarah's tongue tentatively brushed against Jessica's and soon they were passionately kissing each other, their tongues wrestling, making wet noises. Jessica's hands left Sarah's face, stroke her back and moved down to her butt, giving it a slow squeeze.

"How about we move inside, love?" Sarah could only nod and both got a move on, quickly closing the door on the porch and headed for the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, the kissing continued while they undressed each other. Soon, Jessica only wore her lace thong and a matching bra and Sarah wore nothing but panties, her perky yet small breasts aching with excitement. She blushed as Jessica eyed her up and down, slowly moving in on her.

"I've never been with a woman before," Sarah said quietly.

"I know," Jessica replied. "I'll be gentle," she continued with a mischievous smile. "Why don't you take off my bra, love?" Sarah nodded, unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor, eyes focusing on the hidden treasures found within.

"Like 'em, do you? From now on, they are yours. I'm yours. Do whatever you want," she whispered into Sarah's ear. Sarah was mesmerized and when Jessica gently inserted her tongue into Sarah's ear, she heard her whisper "payback time". Her tongue made wet noises and Sarah suddenly had difficulty standing up, her legs becoming weak.

"If you want to touch them, that's fine, baby. Maybe you want to lick them too? Or slap them," Jessica continued, teasing.

Sarah tilted her head down, her lips enveloping Jessica's right breast, sucking on it. Jessica moaned and watched as Sarah let her tongue play with her right nipple while kneading Jessica's left breast. The musky scent of sexual excitement filled the air, intoxicating them both.

"I need more of you," Sarah said as she suddenly abandoned the sweet melons and pulled down Jessica's panties revealing an almost shaved woman. Before Jessica had time to react, Sarah's fingers were gently touching her pussy, drawing one finger in the wet slit, watching the juices flow. "Aren't you the eager one, dear," Jessica replied as she moved away from her.

"Hey, come back here!"

Jessica simply shook her head.

"Turn around and take off your panties for me." Sarah, as if on autopilot, turned around, hooked her thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down slowly, letting Jessica take it all in.

"Do you like what you see?" Sarah said as she was bending over, revealing a glistening patch between her legs.

"You have no idea," Jessica said with a grin on her face.

She moved in behind Sarah, put one hand on her small breast and let the other one inspect her southern regions, stroking her well-manicured pussy. Sarah had to turn her neck around to be able to kiss Jessica. Suddenly she felt Jessica slender fingers caress her outer labia, and then slide a finger inside her. "I can't believe how wet you are." Quiet moans of surprise escaped Sarah. Jessica gently pushed Sarah on to the bed, laid herself between her legs and looked straight into Sarah eyes. "Relax, okay?"

Pleasure swept over Sarah as Jessica's lean tongue made sweet love with her vulva, her wet tongue tasting her friend, gently stroking Sarah's most sacred parts. Jessica, gentle at first, drew her tongue up and down, licking up the flowing juices. The tip of the tongue then snaked its way inside accompanied by two of Jessica's fingers and Sarah began thrusting her hips in response. Jessica's tongue swept over Sarah's clit, stroking it slowly at first and then sped up as she felt Sarah getting close.

"God, Jess, I don't know if I can take this," she moaned loudly. I'm going to cum if you keep going; oh please don't stop, oh please!"

As Jessica enclosed her lips around her clit, sucking it, white light seared through Sarah eyes and she grabbed hold of the bed sheets with both her hands, screaming. Sarah arched her body upwards, feeling the waves of the orgasm washing over her. Jessica withdrew her tongue and continued to gently stroke her lover's pussy with her fingers, feeling Sarah spasm in response, seeing Sarah's eyes wide open as if in shock, panting heavily.

"You okay, love?" Jessica asked with a smile on her face. Sarah nodded, knowing full well her voice wouldn't be able to utter a single understandable word. Jessica crawled up to where her friend lay and caressed her face. "This is what you taste like," she whispered and gently inserted one finger into her mouth, watching as Sarah closed her eyes and wrapped her tongue around it, tasting.

"Just give me a few moments to get my breath and then I can show you..." Sarah began but Jessica quieted her with a sloppy kiss.

"Tonight is about you," she whispered. "Can you handle one more?" Sarah whimpered in response as Jessica's soft touch made its way in between her legs, her nails grazing her lover's inner thighs. "Get on your tummy," Jessica ordered.

Curious, Sarah turned, showing off her bottom, separating her legs slightly. She felt Jessica's fingers beginning to stir inside her again, and then, there was something new. Jessica drew one wet finger from Sarah's wet treasure cave to her precious rosebud, making it wet and slippery. Then she could feel Jessica's thumb gently caressing her precious rosebud.

"Oh Jess, are you going to--," Sarah began but got no further as Jessica made her way inside through the sphincter. Sarah grunted heavily in response. "Uuuh, I, I, I have never taken it there before" Sarah stammered.

"Taken it where, sweetie?" Jessica's husky voice replied as she lay beside her. Sarah squirmed under Jessica.

"I've never taken it in my ass, Jess, oh God, I've never taken it in my ass before." Sarah moaned loudly.

"Look at me, love" Sarah turned her head, only to meet Jessica's beautiful eyes. "Do you like it when I'm in you like this?" Sarah whimpered in agreement. "Would you like to cum again while I have a finger in your ass?" Again Sarah whimpered but this time she couldn't help but let eyes fall to her lover's large breasts that were swaying back and forth.

"Look at how hard my nipples are," Jessica continued. Sarah leaned down and began licking her right breast, finally getting her nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard and got a grunting reply from Jessica who increased the speed of which she was finger fucking her.

As Sarah closed in on her second climax, she began moving her hips again, working her ass upwards desperately needing more, needing it faster.

"I'm almost there Jess, almost there, oh my God," she panted. Jessica leaned down, hungrily kissing her friend, their tongues intertwining, the moaning increasing. "Aaaaauuuuuggghh ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Sarah screamed as she once again climaxed, once again losing control to her own body. Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks as she felt Jessica's thumb being replaced by one of longer fingers, reaching deeper inside her, massaging her inner workings. A bit later, Sarah found herself in Jessica's arms sweaty and exhausted.

"I love you, Jessica Tanner", Sarah whispered.

"I love you too, Sarah Mason."

No further words were necessary, and soon they both slept together, the smell of sex evident.

It wasn't until around four in the morning that Sarah woke up with a startle. The worst nightmare had plagued her in her sleep and she needed to check that everything was okay at home. As she grabbed her phone and dialed to John, Jessica awoke as well rubbing her tired eyes.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Something's... I had this dream. God, I know it sounds ridiculous but I need to go home. John isn't answering, he's not supposed to be at work, and, and...."

"It's four in the morning..." Jessica began, but the look in Sarah's eyes was enough for her to quiet down. "Okay, get dressed sweetie and we'll both go." Sarah leaned forward and gave her a kiss, whispering "thank you".

The house was black as the night when they arrived back home. Sarah looked around carefully, and then decided to go inside.

"John?" she called. "John? You in here? I had this, I had this weird dream and I just wanted to come home and check on you, making sure everything is okay." Sarah flipped on the lights and saw her little brother on the floor, broken china all over the place. Adrenaline coarsed through Sarah as she ran to him, Jessica right behind. She slapped his face, called his name and searched for his pulse.

"Oh God, his pulse is so weak and he's hardly breathing, Jess!" Tears were heading for her eyes but she firmly pushed them back, thinking now wasn't time for that. She began performing CPR instead. Nothing happened. Fear and sadness transformed to fury and Sarah refused to give up.

"I'm the only one left if you go now. You promised to stay with me! Get your ass back here John, don't make me come after you." she hissed. Each push became harder and harder, raw willpower forcing her to go on.

Wherever John was seemed to be a dark place, void of life of any kind.

Where am I? Dead?

Suddenly the world turned bright, as if somebody had flicked a switch somewhere. He saw his mom Julia, his dad Robert and even his brother Sam!

"Mom? Dad? Sam..?" he whispered.

While Sam and Robert merely smiled and waved, his mom casually took a few steps forward to him.

"Hi John", she began and then embraced him in a powerful hug, inflicting all kinds of emotions upon him. "I'm so proud of you", she continued. "You took good care of your sister, didn't you?" John was speechless, tears forming in his eyes.

"Hey, John, look at me," Julia said. John's gaze slowly turned to her. "Don't worry about us, okay? Sam is okay now, at peace with himself. His decision was his alone and nothing neither of you should be held responsible for."

John was crying openly now, holding on to his mother whom he hadn't seen for the past 20 or something years.

"I've missed you," he sobbed.

"I've missed you too, both of you." Her eyes searched for his. "Listen sweetheart -- it's not time for you yet, okay?" He looked at her, confused. "Can't you hear?" she continued.

Somewhere far, far away, he could hear somebody calling his name.

Sarah...

"Now you get back, okay? Don't worry your sister more than necessary," she said in the tone of voice only a mother can.

Suddenly the light began to fade to black, his family disappearing with it.

"Mom? Mom!" he called, panic disrupting his voice.

"Don't worry, my son," her voiced echoed. "We'll always be with you both. Whenever you need us, look into your hearts, and we'll be there."

The darkness surrounded him completely, Sarah's voice getting louder and louder until finally, his eyes slowly opened. His eyes were teary, his mind confused but his body responded to his movements.

"Sis," he said quietly as he drew her into his powerful frame, "it is okay now. It's okay now."

"John!" she said, astounded.

As John lay there on the floor, his back aching for lying in an awkward position for so long, he saw Jessica's eyes. Tears had briefly made it down her cheeks, worry reflected in her eyes.

"I need to get to bed. I have slept and eaten too little since Sam left us," he sighed. No arguments were made and they helped him to his bed. Jessica soon left the room, giving the two siblings space.

"I'm so sorry," Sarah began. "I should have seen it sooner." She bit her lip, a bit ashamed of herself.

"Don't be. I knew you'd take it harder than I would. Not because I loved Sam any less, but because you always had that extra sense of responsibility." His weary eyes rested upon hers. "You always care of everyone, always go the extra mile for people. It was time somebody did the same, for you."

She took his hand squeezed it.

"When I was unconscious I had this strange dream," he continued. "I saw Mom, Dad and Sam. Mom told me they were doing fine, that they'd take care of Sam. Sam looked happy; he smiled and waved to me." His voice croaked, tears appeared and then his sister laid herself on the bed and hugged him, holding him as he cried himself to sleep.

Epilogue

Almost three weeks had passed since the funeral. All were doing as well as to be expected under the circumstances. Sarah was still living with her brother, wanting to make sure that John slept and ate as he should. Jessica had temporarily moved in with them both, simply wishing to be close to the both of them. This particular night however, was John's first night back at the fire department and Sarah and Jessica were alone in the house.

Jessica was taking a shower when she heard the door open.

"Mind if I join you?" Sarah said as she undressed.

Jessica purred her approval when Sarah entered the steamy shower. Sarah had a hungry look to her and pressed her girlfriend up one wall that had yet to be warmed up by the shower.

"Oooh, that's cold, baby!"

Jessica's nipples hardened immediately and Sarah, enjoying what she saw, pressed her one leg in between Jessica's.

"We'll get you warm, don't worry."

Sarah pulled gently on Jessica's nipples and went in for a wet kiss as she did so. Jessica was surprised by the force Sarah so viscously attacked her with and slapped Sarah's butt. Sarah groaned and Jessica slapped it again as her tongue was snaking its way inside Sarah's mouth.

Sarah pressed her leg against Jessica's well-manicured mound. Jessica's hips began working by themselves, humping against her girlfriend's leg, trying to satisfy the excitement she was feeling. Jessica's hand sneaked its way down between her own legs but Sarah caught it and her other hand, lifted them up above her head and pressed them to the wall. Sarah eyes were hot, her face flushed but it was nothing compared to Jessica's, whose breathing was heavy, whose eyes were excited beyond boiling point.




Lost and Found



"C'mon, please?" Jessica begged.

"I can give you what you need," Sarah whispered in her red haired lover's ear. "Would you like me to do that? Would you like me to touch you? I can make you cum, right here, right now." Jessica whimpered, her pelvis rocking back and forth over Sarah's leg. "Beg for it," Sarah continued in a hush voice, her tongue licking Jessica's ear, "beg your queen for it and ecstasy will be yours."

"Please Sarah, touch me," Jessica's voice was pleading. "Let me cum by your hand. I'm yours and yours only. Please give me what I desire..."

Before Jessica knew it, Sarah had let go of her hands and was on her knees; her tongue was stroking her pussy, tasting her for the very first time. Jessica gently put her hands on Sarah's head, controlling the woman's movements and steering her wherever she pleased. As Sarah licked over Jessica's love bud, a squeal of delight was heard from the within the shower.

"That's the spot, baby, yes, please keep going."

Sarah inserted one of her long fingers, and then two, massaging Jessica's inner sides as she licked her clean from the constant stream of juices.

"I'm soooo close, Sarah. G-g-g-god, please have mercy on me," Jessica mumbled as her breathing became strained.

Sarah snuck one finger up Jessica's rectum, gently pushing, hinting at what she'll be doing. As it went inside, Jessica shuddered, her words became incoherent and her legs began to tremble. Sarah sucked hard on her clit, bringing her over the edge screaming out in pleasure. Jessica couldn't possibly stand up any more, and as she fell she was caught by her lover, who gently sat her down. Jessica looked exhausted, her eyes blank. The only sounds heard were that of the shower and Jessica's heavy breathing.

Sarah brought down the shower piece, sat herself behind her friend and showered them both with hot water. Sarah's free hand stroked circles on Jessica's tummy, slowly getting closer to the wet slit that had just made her lover elated.

"Did you like it when I put my finger up your ass?" she asked, softly. "Or when my tongue, which you so madly desired, stroked your most sacred parts?" Sarah gently touched her friend between her legs, knowing she was ridiculously sensitive by now. "Spread your legs for me." Jessica obliged, and Sarah inserted a finger into her, enjoying the warm inside. "I can give you this and so much more if you become mine," she continued, "and only mine." Jessica moaned softly, craned her neck and kissed her lover.

"There is nothing else I'd rather do," she replied as she looked into Sarah's hazel brown eyes.

One week later another picture made it to Sarah's bookshelves. It consisted of Sarah, Jessica and John. On the women's ring fingers, engagement rings responded to the sunlight by shining bright, their golden hue indicating that the best is yet to come.

THE END



Lost and Found



I'm new to writing erotic fiction, and English is not my native language. Constructive criticism is very welcome.

To prevent trouble:

- Please read the whole thing before accusing me of anything.

- All characters are over eighteen years old.

- This story is copyrighted. Do not republish it without my permission.

- Always use your seatbelt.

-- EchoLaLia

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Where was my bag? I left it on a coat-hook right there. Or was that yesterday and did I leave it somewhere else in this maze-like building? I ran down a few hallways, all alike, my bag was in the fifth I tried. I decided to keep it with me at all times from now on. It would have been a disaster to be without my study books for the whole weekend.

The first few days of the first year at university aren't easy. Especially not when you have my sense of direction.

Of course it was raining and of course I was two seconds too late to catch my bus. The bus didn't miss me when it drove through a puddle, though. What a great day. According to the timetable there wouldn't be another bus for half an hour. I didn't want to be cold, soaked and hungry for that long, so I started walking. Surely I would be able to follow the route of the bus to the train station, and be able to get home from there, right?

Wrong.

Perhaps because of the bad weather and my worse mood I looked at the sidewalk in front of me too much, and didn't look around me enough. I didn't notice at all I had chosen the wrong direction somewhere, until a man stopped me.

"Hey you with the red hair, how much?"

"How much?" I looked around as if there might be something that needed counting. There were women sitting behind windows in their underwear. Oh GOD. "Oh. I uhhh I... sorry I don't work here I uhhh I think I'm lost."

"Where are you going?"

"To the train station."

"The station is that way." He pointed to the left.

"Thanks." I walked off, but he stopped me again.

"Girl! You look hungry. Here, have this." He pulled a plastic back from the pocket of his coat, it contained some flattened slices of bread.

"Uh. Thanks."

"Any time. Be safe."

"Thank you. You have a nice day, sir."

"Oh believe me, I will." He winked.

I thought I heard him say something to himself, something like "...and such cute freckles too."

I pushed the memory of my mother telling me "don't accept food from strangers" from my mind, and made a mess separating the bread from the meat on it (I'm a vegetarian). I was hungry, soaked, cold, and now also quite surprised by this random act of kindness. And my legs were hurting. Did I mention I was cold?

The street ended in a T. Which way did I have to go now to get to the station? I looked around, there were no signs and there was nobody to ask. I did see a big sign right in front of me: "MASSAGE". That would be nice. A warm room, warm hands on my cold muscles... On the other hand, I had to be careful not to spend too much money on things I didn't need, or else I would end up without food at the end of the month. "MASSAGE" the sign said. "MASSAGE". I gave in.

The place looked old and cheap. An Asian woman who was at least in her sixties, with a gold tooth and big ugly hearing aids, sat at what had to pass for a reception desk. This had been a mistake. I turned around to walk out again.

"ONLY TWENTY FOR NORMAL MASSAGE!" she yelled at me.

I stopped.

"PLEASE ONLY TWENTY. BUSINESS NOT GOOD ON RAINY DAY, WE BE VERY NICE TO YOU, VERY SKILLED."

I stood in doubt for a moment. This was less than half what I expected to spend. I turned again and gave her the money. "Alright."

"GOOD! YOU GO THIS DOOR AND TAKE OFF CLOTHES, MASSEUSE WILL TAKE YOU."

The masseuse was a very pretty Asian woman, in her late twenties, and about a head shorter than me. Everything about her was small and thin, except for her strong arms. She didn't look bony or boyish though, in fact I've never seen so much femininity even in two women combined. Her long ponytail almost reached her tiny bottom. "Follow me" she said. Her almost black eyes had a strange authority in them.

"Yes, madam" I said, automatically. It was as if I had walked into a cowshed and found a goddess inside, I had no idea how to act so I went with submissive.

She bared a row of sparkling teeth in a friendly smile. "I not madam, I Susy. You lie on table do nothing, Susy take care of you."

The bad English sounded odd from her, especially because her pronunciation was perfect. For a moment I wondered what this might mean, but the thought was quickly replaced by the bigger question why she wasn't working in a place where she would be paid much, much more. Her small hands quickly examined my arms, neck, back and legs, but I had a feeling her eyes were somewhere else on me all the time.

"You student?" she asked.

"Yes. Psychology."

"Good. You help people, get rich too. Second year?"

"First year." Did she just guess my age? I didn't pass one year in school. Not my fault, by the way.

"Oh! Exciting. You have German accent, you immigrant?"

"Austrian. I'm impressed, most people don't notice. My parents moved here when I was nine."

"I notice lot. I notice you checking out my ass. You like girls?"

I was pretty sure she spent much more time looking at mine than my glance at hers when I was admiring her long silky hair, but I wasn't going to say that. And then that question... I had never had any luck with or interest in guys, but girls? I didn't know. "I uhh..."

"This hurt?" she planted her elbow in my back. What a way to change the subject.

"Ow! Yes."

"Don't worry. When Susy done, you good as new."

After what felt like half an hour, she reached the low end of my back. "Here muscles too. Massage too?"

"Oh yes, squeeze my bum, PLEASE" I blurted out. I heard her suppress a giggle, which made me blush so heavily I was worried my cheeks might bleed.

"It nice one," she commented, "more to check out than mine. Not going too far, right?" I was sure veins in my face would start popping any time.

After every muscle she could reach from the back had been squeezed, pushed or stretched in some way or another, Susy told me to turn over. With her bent over me, it was very difficult not to look at her breasts in her tank top. Of course she had to notice how I was glancing at her involuntarily and then looking away. "You like? You look. I look at you too."

It was a bit scary. I had only just found out I was attracted to women, or at least to this woman, and I already was under her control while almost naked. She had told me to look at her chest, so I looked. When she stood upright, I could see a hint of her nipples through the flexible fabric of her top. The sight made my lips tingle. I wanted to kiss her there, and down, and everywhere, and... help!

Her calm, knowing smile reassured me that everything that was happening was alright.

She had been right, at the end I did feel like a whole new person, and not only because my whole body felt warm and good. I was lusting for someone, which was new.

"You want happy ending?" Susy asked.

"Uhh."

"Normally cost little extra, free for you."

"Sounds good."

She pulled down my undies.

"Wait... um..."

"This your first time with woman?"

Oh dear. "Wait... a happy ending is sex?"

"Just hand job. You not very experienced?"

"To be honest, I don't have any experience at all." I was surprised by the indecent proposal, but I also was under her spell. Desire beat decency. "I think I do want this."

She sighed and sat down next to me on the table. "Oh no honey, you shouldn't have your first time like that. That's NOT what we're going to do."

"Wha-what? How come you suddenly speak English?" I sat up.

"Oh, that bad English just something many of the customers like."

"And what is it we are going to do?"

"First, I want to know your name."

"My name is Petra."

"Second, I want to know how this feels." She wrapped an arm around me, held her face close to my neck and exhaled.

It gave me goosebumps. I also caught a little of the sweet smell of her hair. She smelled like a flower, but I couldn't tell which. "Oooooh God."

She looked down at my erect nipples. "So you do like women. Good. Third, I want to know... can I ask you on a date?"

"I... wow. Yes!"

"Great! Let's go."

She pushed me into the dressing room and picked up my clothes. "No, that won't do. Too wet. I'll be right back"

I heard her have a discussion in her own language with the old woman, then it was quiet for some minutes. Without my clothes, I could only sit there and wait. When she ran back in, she was wearing a long and wide silk garment, and she was carrying and identical one for me. She helped me put it on, it was a bit short but otherwise fit fine. The soft material caressed my body. I was glad it wasn't a tight fit around my chest, else the whole world could have seen how turned on I still was. When Susy was satisfied with fitting the dress around my shoulders, she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the building.

Susy opened an umbrella, gave it to me, put an arm around my waist, and leaned her cheek against my shoulder. "So, Petra, where shall we go?"

"I don't know, are you hungry?"

"Nope."

"Neither am I. How about a romantic walk in the park in the rain?"

"I think I like you. It's that way" she pointed.

It was cozy, close together under her umbrella. I asked if she was born here or an immigrant. She told me about her life "back home", how she and her girlfriend had made plans to emigrate, that her girlfriend had become ill and died, that she had moved on her own even though all their savings had been spent on hospital bills. Her story made me sad, it was good I was allowed to hug her all the time.

A bench under a big tree was still dry. We sat down next to each other. "Now what?" she said.

I shrugged, took one of her hands, and stroked her palm.

"Mmmm." She closed her eyes and leaned towards me. I stroked further and further up her arm. My heart beat faster and louder every inch she got closer. Finally, her lips touched mine. I think I fainted for a second, the next thing I remember was her arms tight around me and her tongue on my lips. I let her in and experienced my first French kiss. It was so overwhelming it almost hurt, and my panties got wet. I returned her tight embrace and tried my best at kissing back.

She let go of me, after a while, but kept her face close to mine, our noses just a hand-width apart. Her dark eyes nervously moved back and forth between both of my blue ones. I smiled at her and stroked her hair. "What do you do besides your work?" I asked. I felt this was really a question to ask long before kissing, but no others came to mind.

"I draw and paint."

"You should show me some of your art, if you don't mind."

"I will, after I fuck you silly." Her answer sounded much too crude.

"You aren't as bold as you're trying to make yourself look, are you?"

Susy was silent for a bit. "You're right. But I have to, in this job. Jacking off old men wasn't what I had in mind when I moved here, but you have to take what you can get."

"And now you're taking me" I joked.

"I'm at least as surprised as you are" she replied, dead serious. "And you will get lucky tonight" she whispered in my ear.

It had stopped raining. The smell of wet earth mixed with the sweet flowery scent of her hair and another flowery scent from the tree. We cuddled, exchanged small and big kisses, grinned and giggled, and I both wished this moment would last forever and that it would be over soon. I was going to get lucky. That night. Oh darkness, what was taking you so long?

And then it hit me. "Oops," I said, "I left my bag at the place where you work." Yes, the same bag I was going to keep with me at all times.

"And your clothes, too. Don't worry, I put them upstairs, where I live. Actually, let's go home, I want to cook for you."

"You're spoiling me."

"You have no idea." She tapped the tip of my nose with her finger. "You have NO idea how spoiled you will be."

The food she made me was almost too spicy. It made me sweat like the rainclouds earlier that day, and I wasn't sure I still had a tongue. Or a throat. I might not have been able to eat it if I hadn't been distracted by the gorgeous little body on the other side of the table. The body of the woman I would soon give my virginity to. She was constantly teasing me by lightly rubbing her foot along my leg. Her socks were made of soft tickling wool.

After dinner she took my hand and guided me to her sofa, where she stuck her hand under my clothes. I mean her clothes that I was wearing.

"Let's sit and cuddle for a while." She ran her fingertips over my sensitive breasts.

"Susy, PLEASE."

"No, no exercise immediately after eating."

"You're driving me crazy on purpose" I pouted.

Her grin was almost evil. "You'll thank me later."

"Later? You have made me wait for hours, and now you still tease and say 'later'."

"Would miss Impatient still like to see my art?"

"Why do I now suspect it is pornographic?" I was convinced this lady would do anything to make me even more horny, if that were possible.

Her drawings were female nudes, but not porn. The poses looked natural, though probably uncomfortable. In each image Susy had labeled every muscle, and who knows what else, I couldn't read her language. She had drawn hundreds of these, all different. No wonder she was an amazing masseuse, she knew every detail of the human body.

"Who are these women?" I asked.

"They work around here, most of them rent their rooms from my aunt, who you met. A few of them like to pose, the rest were out of money."

"I see. Do you offer them free happy endings, too?"

"I don't." She seemed offended.

"Have you sold any drawings?" I hoped my change of subject wouldn't be offensive too. Some artists seem to dislike money.

She shrugged. "Who would buy them?"

"Many people would. They're amazing."

The rain returned, with loud drops against her window. I rested my head on Susy's shoulder, trying to relax, but as soon as I touched her my body remembered what we were going to do later. I shivered.

Maybe this was the sign Susy had been waiting for. "Now" she said. She removed my clothing, leaving me naked and vulnerable while she took her time to undress in front of me.

Again I was guided from one place to another, to her bed this time. Finally! She pushed me down on the bed, sat down on top of me, and untied her ponytail. She let her long soft hair slide over my neck, my nipples, my belly, a circle on my belly, back to my breasts...

"Susy, please, no more teasing."

"All right." She started tickling my thigh, slowly working up.

"I said..."

She didn't let me finish my sentence and stuck two fingers into me. "Is that better?"

I nodded.

She didn't move her hand. Instead she kissed me on the lips, then carefully picked out lower and lower spots to kiss. I understood where she was going with this, so didn't complain about teasing again. When she kissed my belly button, she started slowly moving her fingers in and out of me. Seven more kisses, closer and closer together, before she finally reached my other little button.

She licked faster than I can move my fingers. All the built up tension, all the anticipation flowed to that one point. It stung, then an orgasm exploded into my body. Susy let go of me and watched my body shake, slow down and relax.

"Will this be a good memory?" she asked. "Maybe I did tease you a bit too much."

"It will be... but... how can I ever return a favor like that?"

"You'll learn. But I'll let you thank me in an easy way." She opened a drawer and took out a strap-on, which she tied to me.

"Susy, I..."

"I'm SURE you can figure out how to use it." She put my hands on her wrists. That commanding look in her eyes again. "Take me."

"Yes, Susy."

With some difficulty I put the thing where it belonged. I pushed her wrists into the mattress and pumped into her. I looked into her eyes. She was grinning at me. Something was odd about what we were doing: she was in a submissive position, but didn't need more than her face to be dominant. Should I try to wipe that grin off her face?

"This is for your indecent proposal" I got a bit more rough.

She made a sound like a little dog being beaten. I stopped. "Are you okay?" we both asked at once.

"Right. This is for being such a tease" I pushed harder than before.

"I guess the sound we make is ah culturah thiiiiIIII" she tried to explain.

"And this is for calling me miss Impatient" I sped up my movements. Her squeaks got louder and higher.

When she pushed her head down into her pillow, I let go of her wrists and held her tight against me. I wanted to feel each shake and tremble.

Susy's orgasm changed seamlessly into into a giggling fit.

"What?" I laughed with her.

"You heehee trying to act like hee mister Asshole heeheehee too funny."

I could have been offended, instead I almost choked laughing. "Well, that went well..."

"It did, heehee, honestly it did. I feel great."

I laid down next to her and sighed happily.

Susy turned to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "When you want control, be convinced that the other will obey. Talking as if you're punishing her while you're pleasing her doesn't make sense. Except when that's her kink of course."

"Mm." The helpful lesson didn't sink in, I was tired and distracted by the details of her sweating, blushing face. Her soft lips, her small nose, her eyes like black diamonds, her long eyelashes, her... my eyes closed and I was gone.

When I woke up, Susy wasn't there. She had opened the curtains, the sun itched on my back. Outside, I could see the train station in the distance. Somewhere behind it, on the other side of the tracks, was my room, like a faraway planet.

There was a note on the pillow next to me, held in place by a key:

---

Petra,

If you want more than my body, please be here tonight.


PS Watch your back.

---

I scratched my lower back, where the sun had been tickling me. Something black stuck to my finger. I managed to take a photo of my back using my phone. Susy had drawn herself, naked, doing a handstand on my hipbones. Labeled muscles and body parts and everything. I took some more photos, making sure to capture every detail of her drawing. I wanted to keep it forever, not just until my next shower.

I did, of course, return that night, and every night after. After some weeks I moved in with her. I offered her the money I had been spending on rent, but she refused. I found someone willing to sell her art for her, Susy thanked me for that and made a good deal. She did keep her best drawings and paintings for herself. But the real happy ending of this story should be this:

Susy thought this had been just another day I had spent at the university. She was waiting for her usual hug and embraced me as soon as she caught sight of me.

"Ow."

"What's wrong?" she was immediately concerned.

"Nothing, just something on my back. It took me a while to find a good tattoo artist."

"Petra, please tell me you didn't get ass antlers."

"Hah, no way." I turned my back to her and lifted my top to show her the first outlines of a copy of a drawing she once made in the same spot. "You'll need to write a few of the labels again, I scratched before I saw your drawing."

"You crazy woman." Her smile stretched from ear to ear.

"It's not crazy to want to keep you forever" I said. I turned back to her. "You. Bed. Now."

I'll leave the rest to your imagination.



Lost and Found



There was once a young woman who found her self lost in the woods. It was a chilly October, and the huntsmen were about chasing deer so the young woman had worn a cloak as red as April Cherries to distinguish herself from all that was in the forest. Like a child, the woman adored the texture of her cloak and the way it spread out from the nape of her neck when she walked with hastened step. It was warm and encasing, like a pair of wings.

One might ask why a young woman would travel alone in the woods on a late October afternoon. There are many possibilities -- she may have been coming from an engagement with a suitor; or she might have been traveling to market in the city to the north -- but in this case, the woman in the cherry-red cloak was collecting herbs for her ailing grandmother, the crone of her village. She had done this dozens of times since her grandmother had fallen ill and knew how to look for the best leaves, the best blood-red berries, the best bark.

This was a simple pretext, though. The young woman -- shall we call her Rose? -- would graciously volunteer to gather the plants her grandmother needed because she -- Rose -- had an adventurous soul. She would carry wards and a dagger into the woods, but soon stash them just off the trail because she enjoyed the sense of danger it brought to her. And she would go deeper into the woods than her mother had ever let her go. Deeper than her grandmother knew. Deeper, they said, than was sane. But deep she went to find the plants that would cure her grandmother's ailments, and the ailments of the villagers. For Rose was destined to become the wise woman of the village.

There are two dangers in a forest, even if you wear a red cloak. The first is the hunter who does not want anything but death. Other hunters shun him, or her, because a proper hunter hunts for food, and clothing, as well as for prestige. These scurrilous hunters hunt only for the prestige to prove their power. They are doe hunters.

The second danger in the woods was the wild beast that roamed the woods and killed the men and ate the children. While Rose had never seen this supposed beast, she knew that other had. They had been the only surviving members of hunting parties, and they had wild and terrified faces when they told of the horrors the beast had reigned. Rose's grandmother told her not to pay much heed to the tales, because the beast was surely the forest's protectors, and anyone who had been spared had only been spared to carry on the guilt. The hunting party had surely killed a doe, or a sow, or worse a bitch.

It was this beast that inspired Rose to an adventurous spirit. All the villagers warned her not to fail the path, but she paid them no heed. She loved the forest. She wanted to live closer in. She wanted to meet the beast face-to-face and tell him she loved his land. So she went to the forest for her grandmother, heart pounding with freedom and fear.

Today, this late October day, with the moon reaching its pregnant apex, Rose was determined to find the beast. Though she had started collecting roots and berries early that afternoon, she had been searching for the beast for almost three hours by the last sun of the year to no avail. And, as will happen when you wander the forest for hours on end, she was lost. She had no idea where she should go, but she could not cease her wandering. A strange tug in her chest compelled her.

As she walked, something slipped from beneath her feet, and she found herself upside-down, hanging by one ankle, skirts under her chin. If she hadn't stashed her knife on the edge of the wood, she would have cut herself free, but instead she hung there in mid-air with the blood pooling in her head. She got giddy, then dizzy, then sleepy and when she woke up, her bum had hit the ground with force and there were two men standing beside her chuckling.

"Well, well, what have we here?" 

"It looks like we caught us a coney."

"Hm, coney is right." He leaned down beside Rose's dazed head, and sniffed her hair. "Smells delicious."

Rose made to stand up, but they pushed her down on her bum again. Sneering, they circled her like vultures closing in on a dead thing. 

"Let me up!" demanded Rose. 

"Oh, and it speaks too! Tell me, little coney, if we let you go will you grant us three wishes?" 

They laughed.

"Yes! " Rose promised. "Whatever's in my power to give. Three wishes."

"I don't know, can we trust a talking coney?"

"I don't think so. We may as well keep it and take those three wishes any time we want. A caged coney is better than a free coney."

"No! Please." Rose knew full well what they wanted. Many times, she had wanted similar things. But she did not know them. They stank of unwashed skin and rotting flesh.

"Get up then," one agreed. Rose stood, but as soon as she did, the one behind her back grabbed her hands toward him and fastened them together with a length of leather. He didn't even give her time to brush herself off.

"There's how you tie a coney, son," he said, showing his partner the handiwork. "Now, let's see you skin it."

"What!" protested Rose.

"Be quiet, now, little coney, and stand still. Or this'll really hurt."

The younger one, the hunter's son, removed his dagger from its sheath and placed it against Rose's cheek. With a grin and a guttural, inbred chuckle, he pressed gently and a drop of blood sprang to her face, trickled down her chin like a tear. It was, of course, soon joined by proud silent tears from Rose's eyes.

Soon enough, the knife left her face. The scary boy licked her cheek clean of the blood while she whimpered, but more came forth and ran down her face again, dropping onto her dress. These blood stains were of little consequence, as we will soon see, because the boy's knife was cutting through the leather lacings of Rose's bodice. As each was cut away, she felt her breasts fall forward from their casing.

The urge to squirm and run caught hold of her mind and did battle with her reason. She twitched her hands and jerked her arm away, but the older hunter from behind was wily and quick, and she was soon held fast again. His son placed the dagger beneath her cheek bone again, and drew a more definite line -- she would be scarred -- then went back to her bodice.

With the point of the dagger, he punctured the hem of her bodice where the skirt of the dress met it. With a sawing motion, he sliced through the stitching until he could fit his hand between her skirt and her undergarments. This he did, and ripped the skirt away from her front. Meanwhile, his father performed the same task from behind. The ragged skirt fell away from her bodice and left her legs exposed. With no time wasted, her undergarments had soon joined her skirt, and her nether-bush was now exposed to the air.

Again, Rose's instinct to run fought a difficult battle with her reason. She needed to escape; they would do dangerous things to her in this woods, where she was lost, and they would leave her for dead. Unless, she reasoned, they took her to their cabin in the woods and made her their slave. Then she would live out the rest of her days in captivity. But alive.

She was thinking this, paying little attention to the denudation that was becoming her fate. Her breasts were exposed to the chill Samhain air, a breeze teasing her nipples hard with icy fingers. The men were chuckling and murmuring lusty nonsense. Then she felt a rough hand on her breast and yelped. Another hand -- dirty and smelling of sewage -- closed over her mouth. The filth on his hand stung her cheek. She could feel the other three hands on her body, working her like a thresher works the land, but careless. 

Rose could do nothing to stop them, no matter how she struggled and squirmed. They had her fast. The leather strap around her wrists bound her well; she could not untie herself. The hands groping her body also held her in place; she could not move and when she did, they smacked her. They moved her to the tree that had been her downfall, placed her back against it, twisted her arms. The young one -- who was older than she -- held her by the throat now, not the mouth. She rasped a plea for mercy, but they did not hear.

"You want her first, Pa?"

"No, son. This is your first kill. You can have her."

"Thanks Pa."

"That's m'boy!"

He turned back to Rose but was too late to block a knee in his groin. He went down hard, with a castrated wail, and Rose took off into the forest. They had not removed her boots, so she could run. She crashed through branches head on because she could not move them. They were close behind her, and the sun was going down, and there was no way she would find her way out of the woods before dark, even if she did lose them. Rose was lost, but she ran like it mattered.

As their prey crashed through a bush, she tripped on a root and landed hard on her shoulder. They were on her and hauled her back up to her feet. Their hands rained down on her soft, pale skin and she begged them to stop, to let her go. But they were doe hunters. They had long since lost their humanity to the feral nature of the woods and to their own greed for power. They did not stop.

They did not stop, that is, until they heard the noise from behind. Rose was the first to see it. The two hunters were focused on tenderising their prey, or looking at each other petrified. 

The beast was more terrible than she'd imagined. He had the hungry jaws of a starving wolf, which salivated and growled at the intruders. He had sharp tusks as a boar does, but white and shiny with smartness. His back was hairy and arched like the powerful back of a boar, too, but his paws had the unmistakable, jagged claws of a wolf, twisted claws like hobnails. He was angry. There was a sound of rain on leaves, and then Rose smelled the strong stench of urine.

"Nice doggie, er, piggie, er, beastie," whimpered the younger, higher-pitched than a girl. "Y-you don't want us, no!"

"No!" agreed his father. "Take her! She's succulent; we're stringy. She's got lots of fat on her, so you can keep yourself warm with her. Take her!" He grabbed her bound arm and hauled her up to present her to the beast, naked and shamed.

The beast sniffed at Rose. Snuffled steamy breath on her, and she flinched. It turned to the hunters and roared an unimaginable roar. The younger fell to his knees, but the older made to dart off. In an instant, the beast had him in his jowls and was shaking him to death. Then it gored him with its tusks and with its teeth. It ripped out his heart and liver and devoured them. Then it turned to the younger, gave him the same treatment. The screams that the young hunter yelled, haunted Rose as she watched the two hunters die gory deaths before her.

Bloody-mawed and savage, the beast turned its attention to Rose. Tears fell from Rose's cheeks. She never should have left the path that everyone walked. The beast was a defender of the forest, and she had cut a human-sized swath through the forest. She had taken living plants from the wood. She had offended, and he would be unmerciful. He would eat her heart and liver and leave the rest for the crows. 

A drop of blood fell from the beast's tusks. The beast sniffed again at Rose. He could smell fear and shame. He watched the little ape as water wet her cheeks, mingled with the blood there. Her teeth chattered. He sighed and lowered his head. 

And then he spoke.

"I have watched you. I have heard your longing for the forest, felt your need to be wild. Let me take you to a safe spot. I will grant you your greatest wish." 

Rose nodded, and the beast picked her up in his maw with gentle care. She was nervous at first and shook and held herself tense until the points of the beast's teeth felt comfortable, comforting. The beast made no snapping twigs or rustling noises to distract her from the beauty of a sleeping forest, and in time Rose fell asleep. 

She woke at night in a glen. The earth was soft and mossy and soothed her battered body. The sky was cold and starry and the Blood Moon shone in on them. She was not afraid. She was not cold.

Rose turned to find her rescuer, the beast, and saw that he was a man. He was tall and in the moonlight she could see he was brown-skinned like the trunk of an old oak tree, with a full wiry beard as black as pitch. He was as strong as a man should be. And he had antlers. Rose felt a sense of free-falling awe in her chest and she dropped to her knees.

The horned man stepped toward her. She felt his hand, large and strong, on the crown of her bowed head. A squeezing pressure on her lower pleasure field. He knelt in front of her. With sudden certainty, Rose wanted to give herself to him. She knee-walked toward him and rested her head on his chest. A sigh escaped her lips. He stroked her hair.

"You have always been good to the forest," said the horned man softly, stroking her hair. "I have known your gaze since you were much smaller. No one stares as intently at the wood as you do. And I have desired you from afar. Tonight, let our desires be one, little doe. Little falcon."

"Yes!" Desperate wanton lust rose in Rose's soul with a rapidity comparable to a virgin bride's. And, indeed, she was. No amount of lying on her back, no tryst behind a woodshed or in a spring-sodden meadow. No book, no dream, no woman, now man could prepare her for what she was about to experience. None of these had even prepared her for the flooding river of desire that ran the course of her body and threatened now to overflow its banks.

She had never paid much heed to stories of pregnancies by God. It was usually some misdirection when anyone with eyes could see the girl had been with the butcher, or the barber, or -- once -- the apothecary. Rose had never known how much she wanted it. Perhaps she hadn't wanted it until now.

"Lean forward," instructed the Horned One, and Rose's body obeyed. With her rear in the air, and her cheek pressed to the gently moss of the forest floor, she waited for what she felt certain would come next. A playful breeze tickled her pale haunches and she groaned. She breathed hard, and soon felt horn at her wrists. The Horned One was sawing through her bonds with his antler. He was freeing her. As his ivory rocked back and forth against her hands she began to smell her own arousal. When the leather snapped, she felt his muscular hands on her curvy hips and breathed hard.

Resting her hands on the ground above her head, all the while feeling the Horned One's breath on her sex, she rubbed the blood back into them. In a long wide stroke, the Horned One licked her slit and her lips and caught the sensitive insides of her thighs with the edges of his gentle tongue. Again he licked, and again. And soon he was lapping at her sex like it was a salt lick. 

It was as if the moss desired her too. Rose could feel the sweet tendrils move -- nibble at her breasts as they swung low on the ground. She moaned and the Horned One grunted his approval. With this approval, she shivered. Gently, He probed her labia for her honey pot and played circles around the edge. Rose tried to push back, to spear herself on his tongue but he was too strong and held her easily in place. Her breasts swung faster against the moss and she gave a little cry for the nibbling and grasping.

She began to whimper as the Horned One teased her honey hole's rim. Desperately, she pushed back but he would not give. He was as stone, but warm, fleshy. Real. And he gripped her moonlit buttocks so firmly. And the moss tendrils pulled at her breasts al the harder now. The more urgent her need, it seemed, the more urgent was theirs.

Rose began to moan loudly in frustration. She was afraid she'd cry. She was afraid she'd get angry and shout at him. She was afraid she'd leave. She placed a finger to her clit and rubbed but he took her hand and held it away. All the while His patient tongue circled her lubricious spring.

When his tongue left her slit, Rose let out a sob. She stifled any more but had begun to shake. The Horned One calmly placed His flesh horn at her opening. He spread her lips and slowly slipped inside her.

A long, low cry escaped from Rose's lips as she felt her slim body expanded. As He withdrew, her well collapsed making her feel uncomfortably empty. She squeezed as hard as she could to try to make Him stay, but still He withdrew and without stopping, thrust His thick tusk back inside her. When He again withdrew, she spoke her will, "Please, faster." Indeed, she thought she might die if He didn't fuck her faster. And He did.

The Horned One took her hips in His hands and made her love pit wide and deep. He steadily fucked her in and out, and grew speedier with each thrust. Soon, Rose was moaning loudly against the loving moss. She was close to coming, so she began to rub her pearl with two fingers. The Horned One puller her back against his leather satchel so she felt it in her throat and the moss heard it. And she screamed again. And her world exploded in a rainbow of pleasure. Her mouth was wide open, and her free hand was gripping the moss. And the Horned One continued stroking her insides with his prong.

He bent over and growled in her ear. A bestial growl. It was the love of a wolf for a bitch, of a boar for a sow, of a hart for a hind. It was the kind of love that occurs in spring, unless you're human.

The Horned One fell back on his haunches and lifted Rose with Him. He sat against a tree and bounced her small body in His lap. Rose screamed a silent screa as she felt her strength give way to His will. Up and down she bounced, her apples jiggling in the moonlight. Rose reached up behind her lover's neck and bent his head to bite his jaw. He growled against her shoulder and maneuvered his large tongue over her shoulder and collar bone.

Without warning, He rose. Rose experienced a moment of disorientation. The sky spun; her love well screamed at her in pleasure; she felt twisted for a moment, and then she was against a tree and he was pounding her defenseless body. Harder and harder He fucked His new mate. She grabbed onto his horns, still slick with his kill's blood as he rammed her against the tree. She put the tip of one in her mouth and sucked the blood off. He watched her do it, watched her become savage. Then she let go and he planted his mouth on hers, mingled the dead men's blood in each other's mouths and came away red-faced. He lunged at her lips again, and they came together, bodies blending. Hollers and helps and wails.

Sex juices overflowed Rose's riverbank and streamed down the Horned One's flesh tree, dripped from his pine cones, rained on the lusty moss at his feet. Amid the blood on His tongue, Rose tasted cedar and oak and apple. She felt his come gush against the walls of her warren and she shivered again. And again. And again.



Lost and Found



With one eye still on the winding road, Rosie glanced at the luminous clock on the dashboard. It felt like she'd been driving along this damned road forever. Surely the village was just over the next hill? But the inky blackness was impenetrable; the only light came from a few distant stars, far above. So she sighed and fixed her eyes back on the ribbon of pitted tarmac, determined to push on in the hope of reaching civilisation before midnight.

A few miles further along, the car began to splutter and cough. Speed dropped from a respectable sixty miles an hour to less than ten. Slowly but surely, the small mini ground to a halt and the engine died with one last wheezing shudder.

"No!" 

Rosie stared in dismay at the fuel gauge. The tiny marker was firmly on the red and although the low fuel light wasn't winking, Rosie knew the symptoms of an empty fuel tank all too well. This wasn't the first time her mini had run out of petrol—she was a poor student and more often than not she could not afford to put much petrol in her car. Usually it did not matter when she was caught between her flat and campus, but this time she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, it was late at night, and it was also freezing out there.

She shivered, even though the car was still fairly warm, aware the heat would not last long now the engine had stopped.

"Fuck!" Rosie's profanity echoed fruitlessly around the cramped car. Her breath began to steam up the glass, while outside a chill wind swept across the bleak moors, occasionally buffeting the car with icy blasts. 

She peered into the back seat at the bags she had thrown in earlier. There were a couple of fleece jumpers in there somewhere, but not much else that would be of any use. Despite her dad's nagging over the years, Rosie never had gotten around to storing useful things like a torch and a blanket in the car. No doubt her dad would have a field day on this one. She shuddered to think of his reaction when he came to rescue her.

She rummaged in her bag for her mobile phone and peered at the screen. It was at that moment she began to wish she had stayed at college instead of agreeing to come home for the weekend. A stupid house party at the manor was unlikely to be that wonderful. But the invitation was not the reason she had agreed to return, she reminded herself grimly. Marc was the reason. Marc, the sole reason she had left in the first place. She had only agreed to come home for the party in the hope Marc would be there. 

Marc: her first love. The man she had thought would be her only love. Until they'd had that awful argument and she had stormed out of his life on a wave of vodka and regrets. As is often the way, the argument had been about something and nothing, but Rosie's hot temper had fanned the inferno into a blazing row where things were said in the heat of the moment that could not be taken back so easily.

"I can't help it if Aaron fancies me!" she'd yelled outside the Wild Boar pub. Of course she had known Marc was jealous of Aaron, but she had had too much to drink and Marc had been ignoring her—or so it felt like.

"That doesn't give you an excuse to be all over him like a disease!" Marc had been livid, she remembered with shame.

And with just cause... 

She knew she had behaved badly that night, but the lack of attention coupled with Aaron's easy flirting had been a recipe for disaster. One she had come to regret bitterly in recent months. She had left for college a week later and even though she had wanted to make up with Marc, he had not rung her. Now it was eating away at her insides like a cankerous growth.

The persistent patter of rain in the window reminded Rosie that she needed to call her dad before her parents began to worry. Once again she looked at her phone screen and with a sinking heart she saw that it had turned ominously black. The battery had died in the time it had taken her to drift off down memory lane.

"Fucking phone!" 

She thumped the dashboard and tossed the small object into the back of the car. Now she was screwed. The chances of somebody else driving along this road at this time of night were pretty much zilch. Her only hope was to try walking until she reached one of the outlying farms. She was fairly certain that she had to be no more than six or seven miles from the village, although the familiar landmarks were difficult to define in the darkness.

Rosie rooted around in her rucksack trying to feel for the fleeces she had packed. It was not easy in the dark, but with the temperature dropping she knew she would need the extra layers. After she had dragged on as much clothing as she could manage, she opened the car door and stepped out on to the road. 

It was so dark Rosie could barely see her nose in front of her face, but she knew there was little point in waiting for a knight in shining armour. With a sigh of resignation, she began walking down the road, her shoulders hunched against the biting February wind and her hands shoved deep inside her pockets. 

The wind howled relentlessly, finding every exposed millimetre of skin and sucking the last bit of warmth from Rosie's body, but she carried on walking, praying that round the next bend she would see lights twinkling in the distance. Farther back up the winding road, her car had disappeared, swallowed up by the dark night. 

Small flakes of snow began to swirl in the icy air. As she soldiered on, her breath steamed in front of her face and the snow began to settle on the tufts of springy heather growing along the side of the road. It felt like she was the only person left in this godforsaken wilderness; even the sheep had disappeared to warmer places.

On and on she walked and colder and colder she became. Eventually her feet began to turn numb and she wondered how long exposure would take to kill her. It would be a lovely funeral, she decided bleakly. Her parents would cry inconsolably and everyone would toast her memory at the pub afterwards. She was just trying to think of a suitable song for the service when the sound of a motorbike approaching roused her from the stupor she had fallen into. 

"Hello!" she yelled as she turned to face the oncoming bike. But the wind sucked the words from her mouth instantly, swallowing them up in a swirl of snowflakes. The blinding headlight momentarily dazzled her and she shielded her eyes against the halogen glare whilst praying the biker actually saw her and did not mow her down. That'd spoil the whole open coffin service, she thought.

When the bike abruptly stopped, she opened her eyes and stared at the familiar figure. It was Marc.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her teeth chattering.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied with the barest hint of a smile when he lifted the visor of his helmet. "Didn't think you were planning on coming back anytime soon."

"I heard there's a party at the manor—social event of the century, mum told me. I could hardly miss that could I?"

Marc snorted derisively. "Really? That's a rather optimistic assessment considering who's hosting it."

Rosie had to admit Marc had a point there. Colonel Tavistock and his wife were hardly Posh and Becks. "Free booze is free booze," she countered.

"True," he admitted finally. "Anyway, it's a little cold to be standing around discussing your social engagements, so do you want a lift home—or would you rather walk?"

Her temper was beginning to fray around the edges at Marc's snotty attitude. She wasn't the only one at fault here—his stinky behaviour had led to their argument in the first place. "You know what?" she snapped, "I think the walk'll do me good." She stomped off down the road, trying not to think about how far the temperature had dropped in the time they had been stood talking. 

After a few minutes, the bike pulled up alongside her again.

"Stop being stupid and get on," Marc growled. "You'll freeze to death out here in this."

"Like you'd care," Rosie muttered. But he was right. She was beginning to realise that leaving the relative warmth of her car had been an insane idea. It was colder than Siberia on this exposed section of road. Very reluctantly she took the spare helmet from him and climbed on whilst trying to ignore the pang of longing that ripped through her when she slipped her frozen arms around the familiar bulk of his body.

* * *

By the time they pulled into the village, snow was falling heavily and the roads were white. Marc slowed down outside Rosie's gate and switched the ignition off while she climbed down from the bike and brushed the flakes of snow from her fleece.

"Thanks for the lift," she said as she handed his helmet back. "Next time I'll stay with the car, I think."

"Next time try putting some petrol in it," he scolded. Then he smiled. "It's good to see you again." 

"Is it?" 

"Yeah, the pool team has missed their star player."

Now she knew he was taking the piss—she was the worst player the team had ever had. 

"You're too funny," she muttered with a scowl.

He laughed then looked up at the snow. "I better get home before I turn into Mr Frosty," he said.

"You can come in if you like?" It suddenly mattered a lot to her that they talked. 

"I have to get home," he replied. "Stuff to do."

Her spirits plunged lower that the arctic temperatures. It was obvious Marc had not forgiven her. If it were not for the fact she was loath to show him how upset she was, Rosie would have cried her eyes out. Instead she pasted a bland smile on her face.  

"Yeah, me too," she said, "Like defrosting."

Marc fired up the bike and brushed some of the snow from off his legs. "See you at the party tomorrow," he said before he sped off down the lane towards the main road.

A brief ray of hope filtered through her depression as Rosie watched the tail lights disappear in the swirling snow. Maybe all was not lost? If he was going to the party, she would have a chance to talk to him and sort things out. Rosie grinned. She was suddenly inordinately pleased that she had bought a new dress for the occasion. It certainly would not hurt to look her best tomorrow night.

* * *

Tiny lights winked from the huge elm trees growing along the gravel driveway that led to the entrance of Tavistock Manor. Not many cars were in evidence as most of the village had chosen to walk despite the heavy snow, but Rosie was glad her dad had decided to drive. Her new shoes would be unlikely to appreciate the foot high snowdrifts along the edge of the road.

She followed her parents inside the manor house and was instantly enveloped in a crescendo of noise and moist heat. Mum had not been kidding when she claimed it would be the social event of the decade. Round here it probably was. The villagers were not used to much beyond the occasional pub quiz and disco at the village hall. This was infinitely more upper class.

"Hey, Rosie!" yelled a familiar voice and she turned around. It was Jane, her old school friend. Jane teetered over on high heels and the two embraced.

"Wow, you're looking hot," marvelled Jane as she took a step back and admired Rosie's new dress. "Gone all designer now you've escaped into the big wide world?" 

Rosie knew Jane was joking, but she sensed a slight note of envy nevertheless. Jane was stuck in the valley: her parents were farmers barely struggling to stay afloat amidst difficult economic conditions. Once upon a time Jane had had plans to go to Art School, but not any more. Now she was trapped on the farm, unable to leave with her mother sick. 

"Yeah right," scoffed Rosie. "I picked this up at New Look last week!"

The girls linked arms companionably and threaded their way through the milling groups of people, heading towards what Rosie hoped was a bar. Most of the faces were familiar, but a few strangers were apparent here and there. 

"Ooh who's he?" remarked Jane as they paused in the doorway to what appeared to be a library.

"No idea, but he's rather nice." Rosie glanced at the tall bloke standing with a glass of wine in his hand, chatting to Colonel Tavistock's horsy wife. His face was arranged in an expression of polite interest, but when he caught the girls' eyes, he raised one eyebrow in a discreet fashion.

They edged closer and Rosie immediately spotted that her friend's interest was apparently mutual. She melted into the shadows beside a potted palm and watched with fascination as the tall guy made his excuses and headed straight for Jane. Within moments they were engaged in animated conversation and Rosie was unceremoniously dumped.

"Catch you later," she said dryly as she left Jane flirting like mad. Not that she could blame her friend. The guy was pretty hot compared to the rest of the eligible men in the county. It was no wonder Jane was determined to have a crack at him. Under different circumstances Rosie would have been tempted herself.

But she only had eyes for Marc.

Almost as if he had read her mind, the man himself appeared. "Looking good," he commented as his eyes slid up and down her body. She was instantly on fire under the heated scrutiny of his gaze, but she tried to maintain a demeanor of cucumber coolness.

"Thanks." 

There seemed no point in assuming anything after his attitude last night. For all she knew, he had met somebody else and was just being polite. 

"Didn't think you were coming," she continued when he said nothing more.

"Oh, you know, free booze is always worth turning up for."

"I doubt it will last long with this lot," Rosie said dryly as they both watched Fred Garret and Harry Smith staggering past with two full glasses of beer apiece.

"No, I think you're right," laughed Marc before his face took on a serious expression and he reached for her hand. "Come with me," he said softly, "We need to talk."

Rosie allowed his fingers to thread through hers and he pulled her along a corridor and into an inner hallway. It was quiet in this part of the house. Dark oil paintings hung on gloomy walls and thick carpets muffled their footsteps. From the main part of the house, loud music began to play and there was the faint sound of breaking glass. Marc pushed open a small door at the end of another corridor and they began to climb up a circular stone staircase.

"I don't think we should really—" 

Marc shushed her. "It's okay, nobody'll know we're here. This part of the house isn't used any more."

"How come you know about it?" Rosie was curious despite her apprehension. This was the first time she had had access to the manor as the last time a party had been held, she had been poorly with the flu.

"Remember Clarabelle Tavistock?"

A sudden vision of a stuck-up blonde girl with skinny legs sprang into Rosie's mind. "You mean their daughter who went to Oxford three years ago?"

"Yeah, that's her." Marc opened another door at the top of the staircase to reveal a large attic room in what appeared to be one of the turrets of the house. "Clarabelle and I had a thing going on a few years ago. She used to smuggle me in late at night through a door in the servants quarters. We conducted our trysts in this very room."

Rosie was instantly consumed with jealousy. The thought of Marc with that blonde bitch was almost too much to bear. Clarabelle had gone out of her way to treat Rosie with absolute contempt before she left for Oxford University. Rosie had hated her.

"Lucky you," she managed to spit out.

"No, not really," Marc said when he turned around and saw the scowl on Rosie's face. "She was a crap lay."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. No tits and an annoying habit of neighing like a horse when she came."

Rosie burst out laughing. "You're making that bit up!" 

"Hmm, maybe the last bit." He grinned. "I can't really remember to be honest," he admitted. "It was one of those short lived things that died a death after a few weeks. I think she dumped me when she met some rich third cousin of royalty at the hunt ball." 

He pulled Rosie into his arms. "Anyway, I didn't drag you up here to talk about stupid Clarabelle."

Rosie pressed against him and inhaled the scent of his skin. He smelt wonderful as always and she sighed with pleasure. "What did you want to talk about then?" she whispered before kissing his neck, nibbling the skin gently with her teeth.

His hands slid down her back and cupped her bottom. "Maybe talk can wait a few minutes," he muttered.

"A few minutes?" Rosie took a step back in outrage and glared at him. "It's been ages!"

"And who's fault is that?" he reminded her before pulling her with him as he edged back towards an old bed in the corner.

She sniffed, ashamed. "Dunno."

"Exactly," he said sternly. He sat down and looked up at her, his hands resting lightly on her waist. "All that upset for nothing."

"I'm sorry," she apologised, gazing down at his handsome face. It all seemed so stupid now. A storm in a teacup, as her nana used to say. 

"Me too," he replied. "We were both stupid that night." He sighed. "No more silliness?"

"No more," she agreed with heartfelt determination. Marc meant too much to her to risk losing him again over a stupid argument. From now on, she was not going to allow her temper to get the better of her. 

"Now perhaps we can seal the deal with a..." He pulled her down and kissed her. 

It was as if they had never been apart. Rosie's hands remembered the lines of his torso as she traced a path long since etched in her memory. Millions of dust fairies danced in the air when they fell back on to the old bed cover, but neither of them noticed. 

"I like the dress," Marc whispered between light kisses along her collar bone. "Very sexy, Miss Miller."

"You don't think it's too tight?" She shivered beneath the light touch of his fingers as they slid down her neck and reached the tempting swell of her breasts.

"Hell no, short and tight always looks great on you, but I have to admit, I prefer you naked."

Marc eased the dress from Rosie's shoulders and pulled the fabric down as far as it would go. His mouth was hot on her skin and delicious longing sent sharp pangs of desire between her legs as he teased her.

Eventually frustration took its toll and Marc pulled away. "I know I said I liked this dress, but seriously, it's not easy to get the damned thing off!"

He rolled on to his back, taking her with him. The dress rode up her thighs and she sat up, straddling his lower torso, very much aware that he was hard as stone between her legs. Suddenly the tables were turned and she was in control.

"You're clearly out of practice," she said as she yanked the hidden zipper down and pulled the dress over her head to reveal a new La Senza bra. 

"Damn right I am," growled Marc. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, pausing to rub the swollen tips of her nipples through the lace. It felt like the last few months had disappeared into a black hole—time apart had done nothing to quell the intense passion. If anything, absence had only served to stoke the fires of desire to an even greater height.

Marc deftly released the catch on her bra and released her breasts for his pleasure. Once again Rosie found herself at a serious disadvantage as he took one aching nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. They rolled back over and Rosie lay half sprawled beneath him, unable to do anything other than grip his arms and will him not to stop.

"Oh god, I've missed you," she gasped, remembering how little it took for him to make her cum. 

The sensation of his hot mouth on her breasts was nearly enough to tip her over the edge. She writhed beneath him, desperate to feel his cock inside her, to feel like they were truly back together again.

"Patience, Rosie, patience!" 

Marc's fingers found her wetness and she moaned incoherently, grinding against him, wondering how he managed to stay in control when she was losing the plot big-time. Abruptly he pulled away and stood, leaving her lying bereft on the bed, shaking with thwarted desire. In the half light, she watched as he quickly stripped his clothes off, revealing the tight, hard body she had longed for every night for months.




Lost and Found



She watched him as he moved over her, his eyes drinking her in. "You're overdressed," he commented lightly before hooking a finger under the elastic of her panties and tearing them off. "That's better."

Her thighs parted expectantly and he smiled at the open invitation. "You never were much good at waiting, were you?" 

"Shut up and fuck me now," she pleaded, and just to illustrate the urgency of her request, she arched her back and caressed her breasts teasingly.

It was enough. With a low groan, Marc sank into her hot, eager body and pulled her hard against him. Rosie wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for the ride. She came quickly, losing her grip on reality for a few blissful moments until she felt Marc join her. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs on the dusty bed, the faint echoes of music occasionally reaching the little turret room in the stars.

* * *

"Rosie, there's something else we need to talk about," Marc said quietly as she lay there, almost asleep. His arm tightened up around her waist and she opened her eyes.

"If you want to tell me you shagged half the county while I was away, don't bother," she joked, although a sudden fear that it might well be the case sent a cold shiver down her spine.

"No, don't be stupid. As if I'm interested in anyone else!"

"Well what then?"

He rolled on to his back. "A couple of weeks after you stropped off, I was offered another job out of the blue."

"Really?" Rosie propped herself up on one arm and grinned at him. "That's great news!" She knew how much he had hated working for his father at the haulage company.

Marc said nothing for a moment. He appeared to be thinking about something serious for deep lines furrowed his brow and Rosie had a sudden premonition that maybe this new job was not one she was going to like.

"Don't tell me, it's in another country," she said half seriously, unwilling to think about all the other unwelcome possibilities of a potential change of career, like joining the army, becoming a male escort...

"Yes, actually it is." He watched her face intently.

For a moment Rosie felt relieved that she was wrong about the army bit, then she realised the implications of what he was saying. "What other country exactly?"

"Australia."

"You mean like Australia, that place on the other side of the world?"

"Yeah, Rosie, nice to know your geography lessons weren't totally in vain!"

Rosie ignored the jibe and turned away from him, willing her eyes not to weep tears of bitter loss. The sudden realisation that Marc was leaving made her feel wretched beyond measure. There was no way they could sustain a long distance relationship—it was doomed.

"Well I guess that's it then," she sniffed. "We can call this a farewell fuck for old times' sake." Her voice broke on the last word and she buried her face in the pillow before the tears she was desperately trying to hold back escaped like a tidal wave.

"Rosie, don't be like this!" Marc tried to pull her back, but she refused to move. 

It felt like a betrayal. As soon as she was off the scene, he had made plans to disappear. If she had not have come back this weekend, she wondered if he would have even bothered saying good bye, or would he have just sent a postcard from Bondai Beach instead? It just went to prove how little he cared about her. All she had ever been was a bit of fun. The bastard!

"Don't be like what?" she sobbed. "An idiot?" She sat up and grabbed her clothes, pulling them on wildly. It was dark in the room, the only light coming from the moon shining in through the small mullioned windows in the eaves. For a second she turned and saw Marc, watching her sadly, his familiar features etched in silver, and her heart broke.

She had really believed everything was going to be okay. She had hoped that all this mess was now behind them and she could go back to college and their relationship would pick up where it had left off, albeit not seeing each other quite as regularly. But now it had all gone up in smoke. Marc was buggering off to the other side of the world, and she was being dumped.

"Have fun," she spat as she grabbed her bag and dashed out of the room, refusing to look at Marc. 

"Rosie, wait!"

But she ignored him. After all, what was left to say? As far as she was aware: nothing. 

* * *

The next couple of weeks passed in a blur. Rosie wandered through each and every day in a mindless daze. She ate, she studied, she even went out once, but most of the time, she just sat in her room and thought about Marc while her phone stayed silent. 

The day after the party, she had hoped he might come around and talk to her, but there was no word from him and eventually she gave up. Of course she could have made the first move, but she was too stubborn. Besides, what was the point? He was leaving her and she knew she would not be seeing him again. End of story. 

The fact that it was Valentine's Day tomorrow was not something that had escaped Rosie's notice. She eyed the red envelope on her dresser glumly. The card had forced itself into her hand that afternoon as she wandered aimlessly round the supermarket. Even as she paid for the damned thing, she still could not for the life of her work out why she was bothering. 

"It's too late to fucking post it," she grumbled as she shoved it inside the bag along with the chicken super noodles currently providing most of her daily dose of nutrition. The cashier smiled at her sympathetically.

"Deliver it yourself, dear," she advised. "Quicker than Royal Mail anyhow." With a dry chuckle she turned to the next customer and began scanning their shopping.

No point in delivering it myself, Rosie thought hopelessly. Marc was probably already gone by now; no doubt lying on a sun kissed beach, eyeing up some tanned blonde surfer chick. Bastard.

"Coming out to the student union bar?" asked Rosie's friend, Megan, when Rosie staggered in to their flat with two heavy shopping bags.

"Nope, got stuff to." There was no way she could face being sociable. The thought of it made her want to be sick.

"Aw come on, Rosie, you've had a face like wet weekend in Brighton for ages! Cheer up, please. I can't stand you being so depressed."

"I'm not depressed!" snapped Rosie with a scowl. "I'm just...hormonal!"

She threw her supplies in the empty cupboards and stropped off into her bedroom, slamming the door for good measure. Within a short space of time, she heard Megan leave and she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Another night in on my own, she thought, before she started to cry again. The rest of her miserable existence stretched in front of her like a life sentence. Nothing mattered without Marc, but it was too late: she had blown it...again.

* * *

The sound of the doorbell chiming loudly woke Rosie up with a start. She glanced at her bedside clock through red and puffy eyes. It had been a long night and she had sobbed for at least half of it. 

"Fucking posty!" she moaned as she grabbed a ratty dressing gown and stumbled downstairs. There was no point in expecting Megan to emerge from her room; judging by the loud groaning in the early hours, her flatmate had pulled last night.

When Rosie saw a red card in the postman's hand, she felt like screaming at him. Oh my God. It was bloody Valentine's Day—something that she had tried to block out since yesterday. The postman handed her the card and grinned amiably.

"Somebody paid extra to make sure you got this!" He passed her the signed delivery sheet and she looked at him blankly.

"Huh?"

The postman patiently pointed to a name half way down the sheet and waited for her to scrawl a signature. As she focussed on the writing, she realised to her surprise it was her own name rather than Megan's that she was signing for.

The card was intended for her, not Megan.

Rosie ripped open the thick velum envelope as the postman walked back down the path, whistling a tuneless rendition of some pop tune. She barely glanced at the card; she was more interested in who had signed it. But there was no name, just a folded piece of paper.



Rosie,

Don't let me go like this! We need to talk. 

Please come to the airport!!

I fly at 13:10 -- Singapore Airlines

Marc xx

Ps. I love you

For a joyful moment, Rosie's heart leaped inside her chest and she beamed like a lighthouse. The old guy from next door was shuffling past with his newspaper and he stopped momentarily, a look of surprise on his grizzled features.

"Won the lottery, love?" he asked with a toothy grin.

"Not quite," Rosie replied. "But almost!" 

He laughed and shook his head. "Nowt as sweet as young love," he told her before doddering away.

Rosie read the note several timed before she belatedly looked at her wrist watch. Oh my God. It was gone half past ten and the airport was a forty-five minute drive. At this rate, Marc would be at the boarding gate before she had even got dressed!

She dashed back inside the house like a whirling dervish, grabbing the first items of clothing she found. Within ten minutes, she was frantically scrabbling around the kitchen worktop for her car keys and pulling a brush through her tangled hair. When Megan appeared at the top of the stairs, Rosie yelled,

"I'm off to the airport!"

"Last minute holiday?" asked Megan through a yawn.

"No, I have to see Marc."

Megan looked slightly bemused. "But I thought—"

"I'll explain later." Rosie cut her off and flew out the front door in the direction of her car. 

* * *

The airport terminal was heaving with stressed travellers. Rosie had abandoned her car in the short stay car park and sprinted across the acres of concrete towards the huge glass doors. Once inside she jogged past all of the check in desks, trying to find the right airline. 

By the time she reached it, there was no sign of Mark anywhere in the vicinity and as she desperately scanned the faces, tears pricked her eyelids. Was she too late? 

"Do you need some help, miss?" asked a kind voice.

Rosie turned around to see a lady in a blue uniform with a plastic name tag proclaiming her to be "Mildred". 

"I'm supposed to be meeting my boyfriend and I can't find him!" Rosie cried.

"Have you tried paging him?" Mildred asked patiently.

Rosie shook her head. "No..."

"Then follow me."

She trotted after the ultra efficient Mildred and prayed that Marc was still the right side of passport control. If he had gone through, she was screwed. 

"Would Marc Greene please come to the Visitor Information Point - Rosie Miller would like to see you."

Mildred's voice echoed loudly across the terminal, but apart from an eclectic mixture of bemused looking passengers milling around the hall, there was no sign of Marc. The minutes ticked by and despite another tannoy announcement from the helpful Mildred, Marc failed to appear. 

Eventually Rosie stopped searching the crowds. She wanted to cry, but it seemed like too much effort really. What was the point? Marc had gone and she had blown it. She supposed she could try emailing him, but by the time he had spent a few weeks surrounded by hot Elle Macpherson look-alikes, he was hardly likely to give a toss about what she was up to, let alone reply to her messages.

Rosie thanked Mildred and shuffled back towards the exit doors, uncaring of the fact her face was streaked with tears. A quick glance at the clock told her she had exceeded her time in the short stay car park and was now liable for a penalty. Perfect end to a perfect morning, she thought.

"Would Rosie Miller please come to the Visitor Information Point -- Marc Greene would like to see you."

Rosie paused at the exit and wondered if she was now at the delusional stage of psychosis. Did she just hear her name?

"Would Rosie Miller please come to the..."

She spun around and ran like a woman possessed to the middle of the terminal where Marc was waiting, surrounded by bags.

"I'm so sorry..." she blubbed, tears cascading down her cheeks. "I didn't mean to be so stupid, I really love you and I'm going to miss you so much and I don't know what I'm going to do—" 

"Rosie! For once in your life will you please listen and not go off on one!"

She shut up and sniffed. "Ok," she said in a very small voice.

"Rosie Miller, I love you very much and I was hoping that when you graduate in four months time you would consider coming over to Australia to be with me?"

Rosie stared at him in shock, vaguely aware that a large number of people in the vicinity of the Visitor Information Point, Mildred included, were hovering expectantly waiting for her reply.

"You really want me to come to Australia?"

"No, I'm just saying it...OF COURSE I want you to come! I love you, silly!"

"But I can't surf, I'm petrified of spiders and snakes, I burn in the sun, and I—" 

Marc sighed in exasperation and kissed her. Mildred cheered and the rest of their audience followed suit.

"Final call for passenger Marc Greene—please come to passport control immediately!"

"Oh bollocks, I have to go," Marc said, reluctantly releasing a dishevelled Rosie. He tucked a few errant strands of hair behind her ear. "I'll call you when I land and we can talk on Skype once I've checked into the hotel."

"I'm going to miss you so much," Rosie sobbed, her emotions tipping over the edge once again. With one more long, toe curling, lingering kiss, Marc was gone, swallowed up by the crowds.

"He loves me!" She smiled through her tears. 

"Here, have this." Mildred passed the microphone to Rosie and showed her which button to press.

"Rosie Miller would like Marc Greene to know that she loves him very much and she can't wait to see him in four months time!



* * *

This story is an entry in the Valentine's Day contest, so (as always) your vote is appreciated!

Thanks for reading ~ Rach



Lost & Found



I hate big box stores and I hate Target. I hate everything companies like this stand for. I hate the garbage they sell, the ethic of consumption they shove down societies throats, and I particularly hate the tentacles that trail behind them into the factories and sweatshops in far away lands where people who can't afford to even imagine the volumes of garbage we buy toil day after day only to deliver profit margins to a fictitious corporate entity that squirrels away it's wealth in the foreign accounts of its executives. If we bought 1/10th of the stuff we buy, we could afford to pay twice as much, have it made in our own country, and we'd have a growing middle class and a cleaner environment. This is the set of thoughts that usually enters my mind when I approach the Target parking lot, but not today.

Today, I'm not me. I'm playing a character that looks just like me, but her name is Mindy, and she's not here to really buy anything. Today she's here to be a human animal in a playground that happens to be setup like a Target superstore. As soon as I parked my car and let my hair down, I am Mindy.

It was cool out, but bright and clear. The opposite of this grey and rainy day on which I'm writing this entry. It's the kind of weather that compelled me to look out the window and say to myself - "yes, a pleated mini, a tank top, a zip-up hoodie, and sneakers will be perfect today." Of source, the decision is informed only by a look out the window (not the actual temperature) and knowledge that my friend who dared me to take this adventure would have spanked me if she knew I was looking in my dresser and seriously considering wearing some underwear.

Pulling in to the Target lot, I had some ideas about what could possibly play out within that gigantic building, and I was going to explore them one by one. Knowing myself, I knew that each success would excited me and drive me to push the envelope. I also know that failures are a quick turn-off and I was already considering alternative plans, namely heading back home and masturbating before the baby-sitter had to go back to her home. I was committed to NOT failing!

It was quite cool so I skipped through the parking lot into the still, dry, and warm embrace of the Target's heating and ventilation system. It was much more quiet that I had expected, and my thoughts of a more mall-like environment gave way to a much more 'civilized' space that was trying it's best to keep me there for a few hours. I look up at the signage suspended from the ceiling...Home...Misses...Juniors..etc etc. Bright colors, bright lights, and shiny floors, all made for a hard-to-hide situation. I already felt exposed, and I was barely 20 feet into the building.

My eye was caught by the shoes, far down the aisle on the left. Before I knew it my feet were stepping in that direction, ready to try on a few pairs. I had visions of cute shoe-sales boys bringing me sizes to try on, which were quickly erased when I arrived at the shoe department and saw not a single clerk or sales person around. I remember thinking 'this is a bummer - but it is an empty playground with mirrors - good for a warm up!' So that's just what I did. I grabbed a box of 7's sneakers and a pair of sandals also in 7. They looked too big, but I wasn't planning on buying them in any case. 

I found a bench towards the back, as it was the only one actually facing the main isle which I assumed would be where any would-be watchers might be walking. Instead of smoothing my skirt underneath me as I sat, I did just the opposite. I pushed my skirt back behind me so I was sitting directly on my butt instead of on my skirt. The plastic of the bench was cold, but quickly warmed up to my body temperature as I wiggled into place. I crossed my legs to untie my shoes, and felt plenty of air flowing underneath me, between my thighs and under my butt. I loved the feeling, and was watching myself a bit in one of the mirrors which faced me, but was over to one side by several feet. I could see that I was showing a fair amount of skin. This went of for a little while, with a few shoppers walking past, with no one actually noticing my little show. I decided then that I may as well push it a bit and squat down with knees apart to look at the contents of the lower shelves. 

Within less than a few seconds I saw a man and woman round the corner, with their (presumably) two-year old riding in their cart. PING went my brain and I remember thinking "perfect, I'm going to catch this man's eye and he's going to get smacked by his wife, FUN!" Within a microsecond the young bearded man turned his head and looked straight at me, then down, to between my legs. His eyes dilated immediately as I looked at him. Within that split second I pivoted slightly on the balls of my feet, rotated myself in-line with his vision, and opened my legs further. I felt his eyes dig between my thighs, searching for a direct look at what I know he wanted to see. I felt instincively he got a look, because I saw him breath in deeply. A force older than even our human species was forcing him to inhale, to desperately get a whiff of my scent from so far away. Obviously an impossibility, but we all know that often mans' craving for woman is anything but rational. A moment later he turned his head again, forward, forcing himself to look away. All the while his eyes strained to look to his left, at me, and more specifically at my pussy. We made eye contact again, I smiled, and so did he. Another split second later, the couple had moved on.

I couldn't believe how much energy I took from those few seconds. It was a jolt of energy, a pulse in my chest that travels upwards into my brain and face, and down into my belly, down to my legs, wrapping around my thighs to engulf my sex.

I stood, put my own shoes back on my feet, replaced the shoes I tried on and moved on through the store. I soon found myself in the women's area where workout clothes and office outfits seemed to be haphazardly commingled. I saw a cute sundress out of the corner of my eye and thought 'light and thin, flimsy and perfect!' So I grabbed an x-small off the rack and took it to the corner where a sign suspended from the ceiling read 'fitting rooms.' I was excited as I smiled and said hello to the two young ladies that were folding and hanging clothes outside of the fitting rooms, and I was absolutely thrilled to see a tiny sign that read "notice: dressing rooms are monitored by security personnel via closed circuit. shoplifters will be prosecuted." Being "monitored" was definitely high on my priority list that day. The idea of some security guard somewhere in the building watching was a potent one...so in I went.

There were three stalls, two occupied with the middle available. I stepped in to the stall and closed the cheaply-built door behind me, noting that the walls stopped at about a foot off the floor. I thought two things: 1) I wish I had cuter feet and 2) it would be a great place for a person with a foot fetish to hang out! I hung the dress up on one of the hooks on the wall near me, and looked around casually to find the security cameras that the sign warned of. I could not find a single one. I decided that either there are no cameras and the sign is just to scare people straight, or there are cameras and they are extremely well hidden. Because it was much more fun to assume the second, I did. Further, I pretended that the camera was actually behind the mirror, like a two-way mirror in a police interrogation room. With the fantasy firmly rooted in my mind, I went fourth and did the best strip-tease I could muster up, facing the mirror. Once I was naked (except for the sneakers), I played a bit with my breasts, and eventually pulled the dress over myself. It was a lousy fit, but it still felt sexy. I decided to push my dance a little more for my imaginary audience behind the mirror. I turned with my back to the mirror, put my foot up on the bench/seat, and bent over, giving the mirror a nice close up of my ass and pussy. I was truly horny, and I had to finger myself, so I did. I finger fucked myself for a minute or two, and very much enjoined myself, but stopped well short of climaxing. I did something I would have never otherwise done, and dried my fingers on the inside of the dress, and hung it back up on the wall. I was now on a mission, and I put my outfit back on and walked out of the dressing room. The Target workers said hello again and I stopped and thought...then I said "Hey guys, last week I was here and I think I might have dropped my gym membership card in the dressing room. the sign says that security watches the place, so do they run a lost-and-found or anything like that?" One of the girls responded with "yes, lost and found is with security, do you want me to call them?" to which I replied "that's OK, I'll just go over there." and she said "their offices are all the way in the back behind home and garden." "Thanks!" I said, and off I went.

"Home and Garden" I repeated to myself, "doesn't that sound nice?" I walked towards the back of the gigantic store, and the floors got slightly dustier, and the shelves slightly less well kept. I had let my instincts take over, and I wasn't thinking any more. I was "all in" as they say. Poking around, I finally found a set of double doors against the back wall, with windows set into them. Peering through the windows I saw a hallway, an in it were six doors neatly labeled, like in Batman's cave: Emergency Exit, Break Room, Women's Restroom, Men's Restroom, Managers Office, and Security. "Bingo," I thought...

I thought I would have to steel myself, but I didn't. Because I was Mindy, a far more brazen woman than the self I left at home, my hand just went for the lever on the door and pushed it open. I was sure that I was in a place that I wasn't supposed to be, but no mater, I was on a mission. As I walked down the hallway to last door on the left (Security), the door to the break room opened. I was already past the door, so I had to turn around to see what was happening. As I turned, I was struck by a simple thought: "how's this for lucky timing?" My eyes were met by a fairly handsome and very well-muscled man in his early 40's. Standing perhaps a few inches over six feet tall, with neat corn-rows braided into his hair, I could smell his cologne through his dark blue canvas jump-suite, and I could see by his sharp features and shiny police/army boots that he was a meticulous man who appreciated details. James (as his name tag read) said to me "can I help you, ma'am?" "oh yes you can." I thought to myself...

"Well maybe," I replied without thinking. Mindy was in control, with words flowing fourth in a sweet voice that the real me might have found a bit too saccharin, perhaps annoying. "I think I lost my gym membership card in the store last week and I was told that security has a lost-and-found. Is that right?" (the rest of the words are approximate, but I think sharing the dialog is important):

James: "That's right - My shift was just ending but I can show you where the lost and found is."

Mindy: "Great thanks"

And with that, he took me through the door market 'Security.' To the right of the tidy office was a cluster of 6 or 8 cubicles, and to the left was a long desk positioned in front of an array of computer screens, each one of which showed four windows of grainy video streaming in from cameras around the sprawling building. Many of the screens had little post-its and labels made on a label maker affixed to them, but otherwise, it was a spotless and highly professional looking facility. I scanned the screens to see if anything looked familiar. Certainly the cash registers, I noticed the shoe area where I had been previously, but in searching for things that looked like a dressing room, I came up totally empty - not a single one. James jolted me out of my focused concentration saying "can you describe your card, ma'am?"

Mindy: "Sure, it's a 24-hour fitness card, with my picture on it, and the name is Mindy."

James: "OK, I'll be right back."

I was stunned that he left me there, with just one operator who was scanning all the screens. I could see the whole complex and I had assumed that this would be a secure area that they kept very private. The man at the large desk looked towards me and nodded. "Hi!" I said.

Within a minute, James returned.

James: "Well, there are a number of cards of various types, but no 24-hour fitness card. I'm sorry."

Mindy: "That's OK, that's for sticking around here to help me out."

With that, James escorted me out of the security offices and back into the hallway. His smell was very attractive...and I decided it was time to act.

Mindy (sheepishly): "So James how long have you worked here?"

James: "3 years now, it's a good job and I like it."

Mindy: "So you know the place really well then obviously...can I ask you a question?"

James: "Sure"

Mindy: "There's a sign in the dressing rooms that says they are monitored by security cameras. Does that mean there's someone back here watching people trying on clothes?"

James (laughing): "I get that question more than you know Mandy, and the answer is no, there are no cameras in that area. It's illegal in California for us to do that now."

Mindy: "'Now?', does that mean it was legal before."

James: "I don't know the technicality of the law, but in the past there were defiantly some stores that did that, and there might be some that still do."

Mindy: "Wow, that's really interesting. Well I guess that's good because I tried on a dress here earlier and I was a little concerned because I basically had to fully undress to try it on."

James (now smiling): "Oh really?"

Mindy: "You guys wouldn't understand, but underwear leaves lines and can make some dresses look really terrible."

James: "No I think I understand..."

Mindy (cutting him off): "I mean this skirt looks pretty good on me right?"

James (with a sharp inhale): "Yes...sure...I mean...yes very good."

Mindy: "And do you know why?"

James: "Because it fits well?"

Mindy: "Because it fits and because..."

And I turned my back to him and slowly raise the hem of my skirt with my left hand until my left butt cheek is entirely exposed to James...

Mindy: "...and because of no underwear."

And I smile at him, and move in a little closer to him.

Mindy: "I wish you were watching me in the dressing room. I would put on a show for you."

James: "Oh is that so?"

Mindy: "Would you like that? A private show?"

James: "You mean it?"

Mindy: "Serious as a heart attack, James."

And I smile again at him, put my hand on his chest, turn my head and look at the men's room near us, and nod. Without a word, the message is loud and clear. My heart is racing, my head is pounding, and even if he was talking I might not have been able to hear a thing. He took two large steps to the men's room, opened the door, looked around the hallway and ushered me inside. It was a large bathroom, at least ten feet by ten feet. A single sink and a wall of mirrors, a toilet and urinal against one wall, and a bench and a wall of lockers with another full-length mirror on another wall. James turned the lock on the door and I gestured for him to sit on the bench, which he did.

I danced and writhed my ass off for James, and I showed him all my charms, just like I did in that dressing room just 20 minutes before. I was down to my sneakers and I bent in front of him and fingered myself, just inches from a complete strangers face. I could feel his breath on my ass and I looked at him from between my legs and said "James honey. This is NOT a strip club. I'm NOT getting paid, and you CAN touch." And his hands went straight to my butt and his face came closer and closer and closer to my body. It felt like minutes but it was probably a couple seconds, and James licked me. He licked me with a powerful and thick tongue from my pussy to my asshole sending a powerful shockwave through my body. I leaned back in to him and the pressure of his mouth on my pussy felt simple amazing. He licked and pleasured me this way for some time and it was clear that he was enjoying every second of it, but I also knew what I really wanted. So I stood up and I kissed him, tasting my pussy on his tongue, and I said "let me see that cock."

James stood and began unbuttoning then unzipping his jump suit. Under it he wore a vest-style undershirt revealing a ripped upper body with several tattoos and a gold chain. He also wore plain white cotton boxer shorts that were doing a terrible job of hiding a semi-erect cock. I put my hands to his underwear and pulled them down to his calves where his jumpsuit was gathered over his big black boots.

I was squatting in front of him, and before me was a truly gorgeous cock, still not fully erect. I put one hand on his thigh and held the shaft of his cock with my right hand, and brought the delicious dark stranger's cock to my mouth. "Mmmm....delicious." was all I could think. It didn't take much time for James' penis to be at full erection, and it was a notable cock. Thick, and probably either or nine inches in length, and straight as an arrow. I prefer cocks that curve upwards, but I was sure this one would do the job. I stood up walked over to the countertop and bent over it, and James (despite the awkwardness of his jumpsuit around his ankles) moved right behind me with style and grace. He looked at me in the reflection with a smile, but also a touch of skepticism. I looked back at him and simple said "Just fuck me James." And he did...

James pushed his beautiful rock hard cock slowly but confidently into my waiting pussy. He felt so hot inside me, a snug fit as I tilted my pelvis forward to accommodate his larger than average and very straight penis, which I knew at the wrong angle and depth would *OUCH* poke me in the cervix. It was wonderful, and I knew I would orgasm very quickly, and as soon as I thought it I felt that familiar and welcome tingle in my vulva, up into my gut and back down through my vagina and into my clitoris, and the first wave of orgasm washed through me. As I recovered from it, I was jolted and became aware how much more wet I was and how much more forcefully James was able to fuck me. He was fully inside me, hammering away, and I could see that he too was approaching orgasm. He looked at me in the mirror and asked "where do you want it?" and Mindy replied to him "deep inside baby...it's OK"

I didn't say that...I didn't think that. I knew that this should be the last unprotected sex she has until further action is taken. This luck isn't going to last forever. But Mindy is a slut...

And a moment later, as another orgasm welled inside my pussy, I could feel James slowing down, taking longer and deeper strokes. My orgasm arrived, this time more intense and longer lasting, and as it ebbed, James grunted. He came, and I could feel the warmth and potency of his semen flowing into me. As he continued to move his cock in and out and in and out I felt the slickness of his cum further lubricating my pussy and it felt just perfect, just right.

And we both said: "mmmm..."



Lost and Found







Lost and Found



"Hello," a male voce called out, startling April. "M told me to give you these," he said as he approached her.

April first instinct was to hide behind the railings, but she remained motionless once the man told her that M had sent him. He handed her a bottle of water and a letter, then he stepped back to his original location. Her focus drawn to the cool drink and reading the letter, April did not notice the man returning the other letters to his pockets.

My pet, you can see that there are many beautiful creatures on my land. The horse you are looking at is named Maximilian. He is a strong and wise horse and one that will treat you well. You have chosen a good animal.

Thomas, my horse trainer, is the man who gave you this letter, my pet. He is a good man, he has worked here for several years, and he will assist you in learning to ride Maximilian. Thomas is a skilled trainer, he commands a steep price for his training, and you must pay him before you start your lessons. Once Thomas's fee is paid, he will train you to ride. After he feels you are an adequate rider, he will give you your next instructions. You need to be a quick study, as you do not have many hours of daylight left. 

-- M

April studied the letter and wondered what she possessed that she could use as payment for riding lessons. She gazed at Thomas and saw a very handsome man. His skin was tanned from long hours in the sun. His shoulders were broad, his chest was firm, and he was blessed with the strongest looking hands that April had ever seen. She looked at his chiseled face and nearly melted when she saw his crystal blue eyes. The salt-and-pepper at his temples hinted at his age, but all other signs indicated a much younger and virile man. Just looking at him fanned the fire burning inside her body into a raging inferno of lust.

"The letter says that I am to pay you for training me to ride," April said to Thomas, speaking like a wanton slut, as she slowly walked to him. She could think of no other way to barter for training than by pleasing him sexually, and she hoped that he would accept such an offer, as she desperately needed him inside her.

"Yes, M told me the gist of that letter. What are you proposing?"

"I don't have any money on me as you can see." She turned around, allowing him to look at her entire, naked body. 

Thomas didn't have to look hard to notice she was sexually excited. Her erect nipples and the moisture glistening between her legs told him everything he needed to know. He grew aroused when he realized how she intended to pay him for his services. 

April noticed the growing bulge in his pants. "Perhaps I could help you with that?" she grinned.

She dropped to her knees at Thomas's feet and unzipped his jeans. Reaching inside, she felt his cock stiffening rapidly in her grasp. She freed his manhood from its confines and kissed him gently on his tip. The heady scent of his musk further fanned the fire that burned within her. 

Thomas's cock loomed thick and large, jutting before April's face. She wrapped both her hands around his pulsing girth. She traced the contours of his cockhead with her tongue before taking it into her mouth. His cock was warm in her mouth, and his taste was erotic. She worked her mouth up and down his dick, pumping her hands in unison on his thick shaft. 

April continued performing her oral artistry, feeling so filthy for pleasuring a complete stranger. But something inside told her it was right, as if everything she did and ever choice she made was all a part of M's master plan. She must do as M instructed, or she would never get home.

Looking up into Thomas's eyes, she pulled his cock from her mouth. She licked it up and down and said to him, "I need you in my pussy. Please put your big dick in me."

She stood up, took a step towards the railing, bent over, and presented her sex to him like a cat in heat. Thomas needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself behind her, and he slid his dick into her wet pussy. They both gasped when the Ben Wa balls inside her to collided with the force of his thrust. April's knees buckled, but Thomas, his strong hands on her hips, held her firmly in place and prevented her from falling. April had never been so filled. The combination of Thomas's dick and the balls inside her gave her sensations she never even imagined were possible. Her entire world converged at where they were joined, and she hoped that nothing would ever pull them apart.

Thomas thrust into her, savoring the combination of her tightness and the foreign vibrations. Using his strong hands, he pulled her onto him, furiously impaling her pussy his rhythmic pumping.

"Oh!" April screamed when Thomas slammed hard into her. "Yes!" Another powerful thrust. "Feels." "Another. "So." Another. "Gooood!" She held onto the final word of her fragmented oath as if she were singing it. Her body rocked from three more powerful thrusts before her note finally collapsed and then morphed into the mating growls of a ravenous lioness. All the while, Thomas incessantly delivered her his pounding. From somewhere deep in the jungles of ecstasy, April knew she was only a drumbeat away from the orgasm she savagely craved. 

Thomas kept his rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of her cunt as he felt her body tense. He grabbed her tighter and quickened his pace. His balls were slapping against her now, adding more to the sensations which were already on the brink of overwhelming her overcharged body.

The tension that was building inside April was maddening. But somehow, the fragment of her mind that still clung to sanity willed her hand to grab Thomas by the wrist and positioned his thumb at the top of her ass. Taking her cue, he moved that thumb to rest in the dent of her puckered hole. Pleasure shot through April's body like lightning strikes. Her anus twitched uncontrollably and her muscles tightened around Thomas's cock. Thomas knew he was reaching his peak, too. Wondering just how strongly she might clench onto his cock, he pushed his thumb into her hole to the knuckle and wiggled it. April's body seized up in an instant. Thomas marked the time of eternity passing with endlessly powerful thrusting. 

A primal scream erupted from deep within her. "Uuuunnn-ghhh! Oh, yeaaaa!" she roared as her body clutched and quaked, and then surrendered to the unthinkable power of an orgasm that consumed not only her, but Thomas as well. Impressive though Thomas's control was and had been, it was no match for the frenzy of April's convulsions and the animal roars that rumbled from out of her very core. His balls erupted at the peak of her climax. He shot his cum deep inside her pussy as she convulsed and clenched and gulped down the steamy heat of his essence. Neither of them remembered when the thunder subsided. Neither of them cared.

They remained connected for a while to catch their breath and regain their bearings. Finally, Thomas slid his cock out of her. Both of them watched as their combined juices rolled down her legs. Wobbly legs carried April to a nearby bale of hay where she sat herself down. She was flushed and out of breath, and her heart was still racing. She had never experienced sex like this before -- so raw and so animalistic. She was floating inside, totally oblivious to everything else around her.

Her blissful state was interrupted when Thomas placed a towel on her legs.

"You need to get cleaned up a bit so you can ride," he said to her with his deep Southern accent.

She smiled and thought to herself, "I guess I have paid for my lessons." She stood up to wipe the fluids that flowed from her now very satisfied and well-used pussy.

Thomas would show April the basics of riding a horse—how to control, how to steer, and most importantly to April, how to keep a horse at a comfortable pace.

"So are you ready to get on him?" Thomas asked April as she was feeding Maximilian a carrot.

"Now? Doesn't he need to have a seat or something?"

"No, M told me that you are to ride bareback. That is why I am here to instruct you."

"Uh, okay. I guess I am ready."

April finished feeding the majestic animal, petted his nose, and moved to the side. Thomas moved beside her and showed her where to place her hands so she could pull herself up. She had never been on a horse before and her inexperience was obvious. She struggled to get on the horse, so Thomas grabbed her leg, just below her knee, and effortlessly hoisted the girl onto Maximilian's back. April inhaled sharply when she sat. She received a strong, vibrating reminder of the spheres in her cunt. She held on to the horse's mane tightly and gripped the animal with her legs.

"Relax. You look like you are scared to death."

"I am!"

"Look at how I am riding my horse," Thomas said to the frightened girl as he rode his horse next to her. "I am just sitting here and letting the horse do all the work. I just have to guide him where I want to go and how fast. Max is a great horse; he knows when he needs to take care of his rider. I am sure that he will protect you too. You just have to relax and trust him."

April relaxed her grip some, gently prodded the horse to move. She was amazed when Maximilian responded.

"Oh, wow!" she squealed, feeling the power and restraint of the horse taking a few steps.

"That is how you do it. I don't think you need to go much faster than that right now. Keep riding him around the corral."

For the next few minutes April rode the horse around the enclosure. Maximilian was indeed a smart horse and sensed when April was more confident of what she was doing. Thomas watched her, told her to make a few stops, starts, and turns, to make sure she had everything he taught her down pat. He was pleased that she learned the basics of riding so quickly. 

"M has one more letter for you," Thomas said. He reached into his saddlebag and pulled out the letter and a bottle of water. "I can tell you now that you are to go back on the road for a bit, then follow the trail up the hill to the main house."

"Can you tell--"

"I can't tell you anything more," he interrupted. He was sure that she was going to ask about M or why she was here. "I can answer all your riding questions, but nothing else."

April sighed. The weight of her day had settled back onto her. Here she was out in the middle of nowhere, naked, and following the orders of a man she has not seen! She did not know anything about him other than the notes and gifts that he left for her. She knew that he was creepy and possessive, but for some strange reason, she didn't feel threatened. April took the items from Thomas then read the note.

Good, my pet. You have taken to riding like I thought you would. You are my own little Lady Godiva riding around. Your day is drawing to a close and now you are to come home. Continue on the road that you were on until you see the path that leads to the house. Follow the path to the back of the house. Someone will be there to take Maximilian and to bring you inside. 

-- M

As she did each time before, April drank the bottle of water while she read M's note. Also, just as before, a feeling of calm and inner peace overtook her body when she finished the drink.

April waved to Thomas as she directed Maximilian through the gate and out of the corral. She turned the horse onto the road and continued on her journey. A sense of excitement came over her when she realized she would soon be meeting M and, more importantly, going home. With eagerness and growing confidence in her riding skills, she encouraged Max to speed his pace to a trot as they made their way down the road.

With the wind blowing through her hair, she bounced along on the back of the animal, each step shaking her body. Her naked breasts bounced on her chest, and the jewelry attached pulled and tugged against her nipples. As her bottom rose and fell on the horse the Ben Wa balls inside her pussy crashed against one another sending out a cascade of vibrations through her body. The combination of all the elements on her body quickly brought April back to the overly aroused state she was in before meeting Thomas.

April tried to focus on her task at hand, but her body betrayed her. Each step Maximilian took rattled her body and stoked the fire burning inside her. 

The road stretched straight ahead of her and she could see no immediate sign of the other road. She gripped Max tighter and closed her eyes, welcoming the small waves of pleasure that coursed through her body. April momentarily forgot her instructions. She let her free hand move to her sex to help her pleasure along. But the moment her lithe fingers reached her clitoris, a strong electrical charge surged into her breasts, zapping her back to reality. It made her cry out in pain, but at least the jolt temporarily cleared her mind.

April pulled back on Max's mane to slow him to a steady walk, hoping to the reduction in speed would lessen the erotic effects to her body. After a time, the woods opened to reveal a large open field on the right side of the road. To the left was a large hill that was crowned by a massive house. A stream cut across the field, adding the sound of flowing water to the rest of nature's chorus. April spotted the road just ahead. It crossed the road she was travelling, and wound its way to the house on top of the hill. She wanted to make Maximilian put on speed to get her there faster, but she decided a slower pace would be wiser.

Turning onto the trail leading up to the house, April was able to grasp its enormity. A massive structure, it stood at least three stories tall, crowing the hill with its dominating presence. The trail itself had its own stunning impact. It was a lush carpet of green, covered in a variety of wildflowers and clover, accented with vast splotches of bright colors. Even the butterflies complimented its colors.

"Amy would love this place," April thought, her mind had cleared enough for her to recall her friend. Amy was the friend who had gone out with her on a girls' night, the night before she woke up in the woods. While growing up and all through high school, they were the best of friends. Yet after graduation, they were inexplicably separated and there was no contact between them. The field that April was riding through now was very much like those that young Amy had described in her fantasies. Amy had called April unexpectedly, wanting to go out and have some fun. More importantly, Amy just wanted to talk. April was excited about seeing her old friend. Her life seemed to be missing something without Amy involved in it.

Horse and rider crested the hill and the house, which was actually a collection of buildings surrounding a larger main house, was even more impressive up close. April felt like she had ridden into the pages of a magazine. Detailed brickwork and manicured landscaping came into view. One thing definitely caught her eye: each of the buildings bore the same logo that was on the visor and on the hood of the jeep. Then, another memory suddenly came back to her. The club that she and Amy were going to had the exact same logo emblazoned on its front doors. She tried to remember more about that night, but all she could recall was walking into the nightclub and then waking up alone and naked in the woods. 

Fear had reawakened in her body. It was the fear that had gripped her when she first woke up this morning but had been remarkably absent on her journey all day. The fear made her question why she had been so accepting of running around this place completely naked, and why she was blindly followed the instructions on notes left for her by a man whose identity she did not know. Why did she act like a shameless slut at the stables with a complete stranger? Her fear turned to anger at answers that would not come, and all she wanted to do was go home.

April made her way to the back of the house. "Let me take him for you, miss," a voice called out to her. A young man, who seemed barely be more than eighteen years old, was offering to help her with her horse. Like each person April met before, the young man did not noticeably acknowledge her nakedness.

April was startled but she didn't make any sudden movements. She was somewhat relieved the young man was in front of her. She could hide behind Maximilian's head without looking like she was deliberately blocking his view. 

"M told me to take Maximilian and to show you into the house." The young man assisted April down from the horse while he explained his other duties. Taking control of the horse, he walked them around to the stables behind the house. April trailed behind, wondering what was in store for her. Once Max was put in the stall, the boy opened a large cooler and offered her a bottle of water. She took the bottle and drank it quickly. The feelings of calm and relaxation she had grown accustomed to experiencing after drinking from one of M's coolers, oddly, were not there.

The stable hand led her around to the front of the house. When the pair reached the front porch, the young man pushed opened the carved mahogany door and gestured to April to go inside. April drew a deep breath, summoning her courage, before she stepped out of the sunlight and into the shadows. When the grand door closed behind her, she found herself alone.

"It is about time you got here, my pet," an unseen voice echoed in the foyer.

April shivered as the cool air blew on her exposed skin. The events of the day had wreaked havoc with her emotions, leaving her senses heightened yet frazzled.

Click, click, click. The sound of a lady's heels on tiled floor startled her. April was relieved when she recognized the woman who came into view.

"Amy!" she screamed and ran to her friend's arms. "What are you doing here?" April saw that her friend was wearing an expensive, black satin gown that caressed each of her womanly curves and looked like it was created just for her. Seeing her friend dressed so well made April feel more naked than she already was.

Amy took April's hands, and then gave her a comforting hug. She looked her friend in the eyes and saw tears and uncertainty in them. "I know you have a million questions and I will tell you everything," she told April in a comforting voice. "I bet you would like to get cleaned up before dinner."

April nodded, and then Amy led her through the house. She kept hold of Amy's hand for as long as she could, needing the assurance of their friendship. They entered a bathroom, and April was immediately aware it was larger than her entire bedroom apartment. White marble counters gleamed with chrome fixtures and a large, antique claw-foot bathtub tub dominated the room. 

"Why don't you return my Ben Wa balls now," Amy told her friend. 

April blushed when she realized her longtime friend knew what was inside her pussy. Placing her hands between her legs, she relaxed her muscles and let the metal balls slip between her lips and drop into her hands. She had been holding the balls inside of her for most of the day. To keep them from slipping out, she had to keep the muscles inside her tight. Able to relax her muscles at last was a huge relief. Pleasure washed over her body the moment the balls were released. April was ringing with embarrassment when she handed the devilish orbs back to her friend.

"Go take a bath. Dinner will be ready when you are done." 

Before Amy walked away, she gave her friend a kiss on the lips. It wasn't a kiss two friends would normally share. It was a kiss of surprising moment. Alone in the bathroom, now April had time to reflect. They had always had a close—almost sisterly—friendship, but it was never anything more than that. There were times when April had wondered about her friend because Amy wasn't one to have many or long lasting boyfriends. April had always just chalked that up to not finding the right person. "Not finding the right person..." The thought lingered and fuzzed inside April's head as she stood naked and tingling with the taste of Amy's tongue fresh on her lips.




Lost and Found



Snapping from a dream, April looked around the bathroom and let fragrant scents fill her nose. She was pleased the tub was already full and she would not have to wait for it to fill. She removed her visor and sandals and stepped into the tub. The warm water melted away all the remaining fear and apprehension in her body. Washing the dirt and grime off her body, she thought back to the kiss Amy had given her. It had shocked her at first, but she wasn't repulsed. She even gave flight to the possibility of returning the gesture.

A warm, fluffy, body towel was left out for April. She dried off then wrapped the towel around her, and for the first time since she woke up, her body was covered. April moved to the vanity and found hairbrushes and a makeup kit waiting for her. Pleased with her face and hair—it did not take her long; she didn't usually wear much makeup—April looked around the room to see if there was anything left out for her to wear. 

Hanging on the back of the door April saw a gown made of sheer, white fabric. She took it off the hanger and slid it over her shoulders. Although the gown covered her body, she was still fully visible through the material. Like a robe without a tie, the gown was without any means of closing. It was a shortcoming by design, enhancing the sheerness of a gown that already revealed everything. But it was still more than she'd been wearing the rest of the day. April grabbed the matching high-heeled slippers and slipped them on her feet. 

Amy met April in the hallway. She took her hand and led her into the grand dining room where a feast was set out before them. They were seated at the far end of a table that could easily serve twenty. Amy sat at the head of the table and had April sit just to her right. Various servants entered the room bringing water and wine, April thought it was odd that, before any of the servants poured or served anything, they looked for Amy's direct approval.

"April, I owe you an apology," Amy said while holding April's hand and looking her friend in the eye. "I wanted to tell you why I dropped off the face of the planet several years ago but, somehow, I wasn't able to tell you. So, I wanted to show you."

"What are you talking about?"

"April, I brought you here. All of those letters from M were from me."

April was shocked. That her very best friend would put her through the hell she endured today hit her like a punch in the stomach. She sat back in her chair and folded her arms. "Amy, why? How?" 

"Let me start over." Amy was afraid that she would lose her friend if she didn't get her words right. "Ten years ago I met this man. He was M and this world was his. I met him at a club one night and I was captured by the power he exuded. He took me and made me his pet. Much of what you experienced last night and today, I was put through. But I spared you many other things. M saw that I needed to be a servant. Not a servant like these people bringing us food and wine, but a sexual submissive, practically a slave who's greatest joy was giving pleasure to her master."

April's demeanor changed. She felt sorry for her friend. She continued to eat her dinner in silence while Amy went on with her story.

"I spent most of my first year with M learning what it meant and how to be his pet. I could have left at any time, but he was so powerful I just couldn't leave him. M taught me things about myself that I don't think I would have learned any other way. After my training was complete, my relationship with M changed. I was still his pet and his to do with however he wanted, but I was usually by his side. He was my master, but it seemed that I was the master of everyone else on the property.

"M would bring in other girls and I was to train them. Many turned out to be very good pets and I was rewarded by getting to keep a few, but they were still under M's control."

"You trained other girls to be slaves?"

"Yes, they were taught as much as I could teach them, and then I turned them over to M for final training. At one time we had six pets living here with us."

"What was that like?"

"I was having the time of my life! I was getting laid as often as I wanted--the sex was great--and as long as I kept M pleased, his confidence in me continued to grow."

April looked at her friend in amazement. She was pictured her friend in an orgy with all sorts of people tending to her needs. The vision restored some of the warmth she was feeling between her legs.

Aware that her friend's attitude had warmed up to what she was saying, Amy leaned over to April and started petting her leg.

"Things changed late last year when M got sick. He was several years older than me, but I never thought he would never be a part of my life. While he was sick, I continued to train some girls, but it was mostly as favors for M's friends. My main responsibility was to take care of M. Before he died, he told me he had changed his will and that everything was mine. I instantly became a very rich woman, but I was alone. I tried to go out and get new pets, but I didn't have the touch that M had."

They finished their meal, and Amy lead April into a room filled with overstuffed leather couches surrounding a circular fireplace. They sat next to each other in one of the large loveseats. April felt sadness for her friend; she could tell that she missed M.

"One day I was in the city and I saw you pass by. I remembered all the fun we used to have as girls, and I wanted to share this life with you. I did some checking and found that you were not married nor had any significant attachments. I wanted to just bring you here and show you everything, but something inside me knew that you wouldn't accept what I was and what I had become. I spent the next few months getting everything ready for you, anyway I couldn't stop thinking about you."

As they were sitting on the couch, the gown 

attempting to cover April's body opened to reveal her naked breast. Amy saw and started caressing her friend's tender flesh, rubbing her nipples and fondling the jewelry attached to her. Amy smiled as she watched April's nipples slowly stiffening and the flush of arousal blooming on her chest.

"When we were getting ready to go out last night, I put something in your drink. I needed to get you ready for your nude day. That's what M called the first day. When his new pets were brought here, they had to spend the entire first day nude."

Amy slipped the straps of her gown over her arms. The dress slid down her body, leaving her breasts exposed. Her nipples were pierced in the same manner that April's were. April gazed at the jewelry that adorned her friend. She placed a hand on her own breast and the other other on her friend's breast. She shivered from feeling the combination of the cool, hard metal and warm, soft flesh. 

A connection was made in April's mind. She had always loved Amy, but the when they were growing up nothing sexual could ever be acted upon without fear of being ostracized. Now, she knew her feelings for her friend would be returned in kind. She reached up to Amy's face to give her a kiss.

Amy broke the kiss. "Do you really want to do that now that you know it was me putting you through the things I did today?"

"Amy, I think I have always been in love with you. I was afraid that if I ever acted on what I was feeling you would leave me forever. When you left, I thought you had picked up on my feelings and ran away."

Amy's eyes started to tear. April put her arms around her, holding her close and kissing her between her words.

"Then you called me on the phone and my whole world came to a stop. I knew I had to see you, to find out if my feelings for you were still the same and if you felt the same way too. 

"Amy, I forgive you. For everything you've put me through, for all of it. Everything that you have done to me today you did for me—to show me why you went away. I see that now. You didn't leave me because you didn't love me. You didn't leave me at all. You were drawn into a new world that was so right for you, there was no way you could possibly resist it. 

"And you were right. I wouldn't have understood or accepted your world if all you had done was brought me here. You forced me to experience your world the same way that you were forced to experience it when you first arrived—because you knew the application of force and acceptance of force is so large a part of it all. Amy, I totally get it, and I have to say . . . I love it! 

"You risked our friendship—I know how much that means and always has meant to you—to make me understand your world, and I do understand, and that's how I know that you love me." 

"I do love you A," Amy hugged April kissing her again. Their mouths opened and their tongues danced with each other's.

When they finally broke their kiss, Amy stood up and her dress became a satin pool on the floor. Amy was wearing nothing underneath her gown and was now as naked as April had been most of the day. She took April's hand. 

"I think we will be more comfortable upstairs." 

As April stood, she slipped her robe off her shoulder and let it join Amy's dress on the floor. 

The two naked women raced each other to the stairs. As they ascended the stairs, one would stop the other so they could embrace. When they finally reached Amy's bedroom, Amy opened the door and they spilled inside. A king sized bed with large wood headboard and footboard dominated the room. Columns reached up towards the high vaulted ceiling, making the bed seem even larger. The two lovers dove onto the bed, wrapping their arms and legs around each other. They kissed deeply, each holding the other, taking turns sucking on the other's lips and tongue. Amy moved her kisses to April's neck just below her ears, nipping and licking along the way.

"Mmmmm," April moaned as her deepest held fantasy was beginning to come true.

Amy rolled April onto her back and started kissing her all over her body. Amy's kisses moved from April's neck down to her chest, and then between her breasts. She took the chain connecting April's nipples into her mouth and tugged on it. Before she caused any pain, she released the chain, putting a hand on one breast and put her mouth on the other to soothe April's aching nubs.

April's body felt more alive than it had ever been. Amy's sensual kissing and caresses were quickly driving her to her peak. She had dreamed of this day, but she had never experienced the touch of another woman to the most intimate parts of her body. Exciting though her fantasies had been, they did not live up to what she was feeling now.

Amy sucked April's nipple into her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue, and then quickly moved to the other nipple giving it the attention it needed. She worked back and forth, alternating between licking, nibbling, and sucking on April's taut nubs. Each time her lips and tongue found a new focus for pleasure, April gasped and moaned in response. 

A hunger, suddenly awakened, roared to life from somewhere deep within Amy's soul. It was a craving like nothing she had ever known before. Building in secret for more than a decade, its unfathomable power now exploded within her and threatened to tear her apart. Amy was ravenous with lust, a lust that could only be satisfied by the one woman she'd always known she truly loved. But through all the years that she had loved her, that love had never been expressed nor even revealed. "All will be revealed in time," her own words echoed back, speaking to her now like never before. The decade of hunger would no longer be denied. Amy would take April now and devour her whole. The time for secrets, at last, was over. She kissed her way down April's tight stomach, to lick her tiny belly button continuing to April's inner thighs. She traced her fingers along the outside of April's sex, making sure not to touch her directly. Amy would move closer to her lover's center, then stop and move away. Each time she repeated her teasing, April cried out, wanting so badly for Amy to ravish her.

April's heavenly scent invaded Amy's senses and she could hold out no longer. She flattened her tongue and licked April's wet pussy from the bottom of her opening up to her clitoris. She flicked the nub with her stiffened tongue.

"Oh, my! Yessss!" April gasped when Amy abandoned her teasing and provided the sensation she desperately desired.

Amy's initial moves may have come slowly and deliberately, but once she tasted her lover's sweet juices, her following actions were fast and direct. Amy's lips formed a ring around April's clit. Alternately she sucked and licked on the engorged little bud, while, with a finger, she traced the silky lips of April's pussy. Slipping first one, then two of her fingers, into her wet and wanting opening.

April was drowning in pleasure. Sensations she once thought could never be topped soared to heights she couldn't imagine. She gripped Amy's hair with both hands, pulling her harder into her sex, guiding her to all the right spots, never wanting to let her get away. April's body tensed as the oral assault on her body steadily drove her to the point of no return. She pulled Amy's head tighter against her as her climax crashed through her body. Amy felt the surge of April's orgasm swelling beneath her and she feasted on it. Her tongue became a blur of motion, licking and sucking, faster and harder while she furiously pumped her fingers in and out of her lover's thrashing, quivering cunt. 

April let loose a primal scream. She clenched the bed sheets in her fists as her body arched and rose from the bed. Her climax pulled her muscles tight and focused all of her motion on bucking her hips and grinding her pussy into the face of her lover. Amy continued licking her friend's sweet, quivering sex and savoring her juices. She was very pleased with her work. 

Amy slowed herself down when April started to return to Earth. April placed her hands on top of Amy's head, slowly petting her hair in a warm and loving embrace. Amy then slid forward on the bed to snuggle against her friend's warm body. They embraced and kissed deeply. April tasting herself on the lips and tongue of her friend for the first time made it all the more right.

With their arms and legs wrapped around each other, it was difficult to tell where one began and the other ended. Two women slept together as one, knowing they were more than lovers and always had been. They were soul mates who had a lifetime to share in a dream that had only just begun. 



Lost and Found



After a long and tiring weekend convention at the 5 star convention center hotel, all I could think about was how fast I could get home and get some rest. However as soon as I got home and unpacked my things I realized I had left my favorite sex toy behind in my hotel room. Not only was I not going to be able to get some sleep now, since my "massager" was my best source of release, but I now have to call the hotel and ask if they would hold my lost "massager" until my next trip to their town. After cursing myself for being so forgetful, I call the hotel. A young sounding girl answers the phone, "Four Seasons, Lindsey speaking, how may I help you?" I roll my eyes.

"Hello, Lindsey, I have a bit of a problem, I left an item in my room and I would like to find out if ya'll will hold it for me until I come back in 2 weeks." Hoping she is going to be discrete about my item I wait for her to ask what I have forgotten. 

"Of course we will be happy to, let me just transfer you to our housekeeping manager and he will get all your information." I roll my eyes again, tired and horny are not a good combination for me, and wait for the call to go though. The housekeeping extension rings and rings and rings........... I am about to hang up and call "Lindsey" again when I hear.

"Hello, Marcus speaking, how may I help you?" The deepest, sexiest voice I have ever heard had my pussy damp instantly.

"Ummm, yes , I, ahh, I need to speak to the manager?" I stammered.

"Yes ma'am, I am the manager." Dam, dam, dam, now I have to ask this sexy ass man to keep my dildo for me, I scream inside my brain.

"Great, well then you are the man I need." I blush as I think if only he knew what I would do to his sexy ass. "I just spent the weekend there, room 218 and I seem to have forgotten an item in my room.

" Hold on one second while I access your records. Can I get your name?" I tell him my name and room number again then wait. "Okay ma'am I see here that an 'item' was found." he cleared his throat as he said 'item'. "Can you confirm what it is that you left behind?" Okay Marcus, I hear the humor in your voice, I will be the source of your amusement today.

"Yes it is a wand, a massager. What I need is for you to just hold on to it until I return in 2 weeks; I will be staying there again then and can pick it up." Marcus chuckles 

"Well I will personally hold on to it for you until then. Well not literally but.... Are you sure you can do without it until then?" I giggle a little in embarrassment as a hot flush covers my body.

"I think I can survive until then. Thank you Marcus for all your help." He lets out a deep throaty chuckle.

"No problem Ma'am, and when you check in next time just call down to my office and we will send your 'item' up to your room." Nice.

"Well thank you again Marcus that is very nice of you." I quickly hung up still blushing from head to toe. I went to lay down and try to get some rest but first I would have to manually masturbate, which now didn't seem to be much of a problem if I closed my eyes and pictured the tall, dark, deep voiced stranger.

The two weeks between visits to the hotel passed quickly as usual and I was soon walking back into the fancy lobby of the 5 star hotel. I got checked into my room and after a quick shower called down to housekeeping and got Marcus on the other end. I briefly explained who I was, reminded him of our conversation and gave him my room number. I began to get ready for dinner so I laid out my dress for the evening and picked out matching bra, panties and stockings. I put my makeup on in the bathroom and then returned to the sleeping area to get dressed. I put on my red satin and lace bra, panties and garter and pulled up my black stockings, as I was clipping my stockings to the garter I heard the knock on the door. I hurriedly slipped a robe over the lingerie and slid my feet into my 6 inch red heels. I rushed to open the door. As I swung the door open I saw the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was 6'5", solid muscles, dark complexioned and had a shiny bald head. He was dressed in an expensive black suit with a dark blue satin shirt and black tie. "Ma'am, I brought your package." As soon as I heard his voice I knew it was Marcus and he was even more handsome than I had fantasized he would be. "May I step inside?" I open the door wide so he could come in, how could anyone say no to this man? He stepped in and looked down at my sexy stockings and shoes and nodded in approval. "We seem to have a bit of a problem Sandra, I'm sorry is it alright if I call you Sandra?" he paused.

"Of course but what is the problem?" He smiled a beautiful smile at me 

"Well, we have a policy at The four season's when it comes to sexual devises." I blushed blood red.

"Oh? And what is that?" I look at him and the package in his hands. It was a big box and my wand is only 6 inches long and fits in your hand, whereas this box was a good 18 inches long and 12 inches deep.

"Well, when we find these items it is our policy to have them professionally cleaned and serviced which can be very expensive and we have to recoup some of our cost on that. You understand why we need to do that." I nodded and went to get my pocket book. "However," he put his hand on my arm before I could reach my purse. "I could wave the fee...." I looked into his deep dark eyes and a shiver ran though my body.

"Really, what do I need to do?" When he had grabbed my arm my robe had loosened and now was gaping open and my breasts showed clearly in my red bra and his eyes were eating up the view. I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips and waited for an explanation not making any move to cover myself.

"Well let me show you." He walked to the bed and set the box on it. I followed him and watched as he opened the box to display for me the contents.

I gasped "Those are not all mine!" inside the box were over a dozen sex toys, vibrators, dildo's, harnesses, whips and cock rings. 

"No, of course not, however, I have a proposition for you." I look at him intrigued by this time to hear and see where this was going.

"Go on." I said suspiciously. 

He smiles again. "I hoped you were going to say that. What I have in mind is, you pick 3 items out of this box and demonstrate them for me then the fee of the cleaning will be waved and no one will have to know that you left your toy behind." Now I couldn't give a dam if he walked into the board meeting and slapped the dam thing down on the table but if he wanted to play games well it had been a long time since I had a big, hard, black cock so let's play!

"No we don't have to tell anyone about that." I looked up at him with a worried expression on my face. 

He laid all the various toys out on the foot of the bed then stood back and waved his hand at the display. "Your choice, any three." As I stepped toward the bed he pulled on the belt of my robe and untied it. "Lose the robe." He ordered and I let it slide off my shoulders to the floor. "Nice" was the only word that left his lips but I noticed the bulge in his slacks getting bigger by the minute. I slowly examined all the toys, picking them up and running my hands over the penis shaped dildos and vibrators as if they were attached to a hot blooded man. Slowly rubbing them and caressing them as I took my own sweet time looking them over. I could hear soft moans and groans coming from Marcus as I rubbed and stroked them. I carefully made my choices with ulterior motives. I lay to the side a double dildo that was 18 inches long, a butt plug and a horse crop. Marcus seemed very pleased with my decisions as he put the other toys back in the box and smiled at me.

"Where would you like me to start?" I smiled back. He moved a chair to the foot of the bed and sat facing me. 

"Well first of all take off the panties but leave the garter on." I turned away from him and slid my panties down over my hips and thighs all the while giving him an up close view of my full ass. I tossed the panties into his face as I turned back toward him. He wrapped them in his hand and held them to his nose and inhaled. "Now sit on the edge of the bed and show me how much of that double dildo you can take." I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs giving him the full view of my tight white pussy then reached behind me to take the monster cock in my hand. I stroked it and looked him in the eye.

"I bet your cock feels good like this. Long, hard and black!" I licked the tip and down the shaft getting it nice and wet before I slid it against the outer lips of my vagina. He was now slowly rubbing his hard cock through his pants and licking his lips. "Mmmmm It feels so fucking good!" I spread my legs wider and pushed the tip toward my inner pussy lips, rubbing it there until my pussy juices began to run and coat the black vinyl. I slide up onto the bed farther and place my feet on either side of my hips spreading as wide as I could all the while sliding the tip of the fake cock against my gaping hole. "Oh god, yes this cock is going to feel so good!" I tease him as I watch him stroking that huge bulge harder and harder. I slap the huge dildo against my clit and yell out. "Oh yes!" Finally I slide the monstrous cock into my pussy slowly taking inch after inch until I can't get any more inside of me then I begin shoving it in and out as hard as I could. The sound of it slamming in and out of my wet pussy making sloshing sounds as I let my head fall back enjoying the invasion. "Mmmm Marcus this feels so fucking amazing! Take that big dick out and let me see it as you stroke it!" He stood up and dropped his pants letting them pool around his ankles. His huge cock springing out a good 10 and a half inches from his hard muscular groin he stroked it a couple times before sitting back down in the chair.

"Now put that ass plug in that phat ass for me!" He ordered. I rolled to my hands and knees and took hold of the fat butt plug. I reach back and rubbed it against my tight ass hole.

"Marcus my ass is dry I need some lube." Marcus jumped up kicking his shoes and pants to the side and suddenly his tongue was against my tight ass hole. He licked and slurped all around the orifice causing me to squirm and thrust back into his tongue. His tongue entered my ass hole and I moaned out as I came all over the huge dildo inside my pussy. He moved back to his spot on the chair and waited for the show to continue. I slowly inserted the butt plug into my now dripping wet ass hole. I feel my hole stretching to its bulging size and finally it plops in and my ass closes around it. I am cumming continuously from my ass and pussy and moaning and thrashing around with both my holes filled completely with artificial cocks! I continue to fuck myself with the double dildo as the butt plug fills my tight ass, shoving the huge falical in and out of my dripping pussy and rubbing my clit franticly. "Marcus get the crop and whip my ass!" I raise my ass higher on the bed begging to feel the riding crop stinging my ass. Marcus grabs the riding crop and slaps my ass with it left cheek and then right, causing my pussy to squirt all over the bed at the stinging. "Oh God yes Marcus! Whip me; whip me like the nasty white slut I am!" Smack, smack, smack over and over, my ass getting redder and redder as he brings the crop down time after time. I feel the butt plug being pulled out of my tight shit hole and know what I am about to receive in its place. I whine in anticipation but need to have that huge black dick in my mouth first! "Marcus bring me that monster cock and let me suck it! I need it in my mouth!" He steps to the side of the bed and I twist around to get access to his throbbing member and flip over so my head is laying over the edge of the bed so he can drop his cock down into my waiting hot mouth. I am amazed at the length and girth of his hard cock as I attempt to swallow all of him. Marcus forces it as far down my throat as he can and back out again slowly, each time a little more glides down .

"That's it whore! Enough foreplay I got to get in the nasty ass!" He pulls his huge cock out of my throat and in one quick movement flips me back over to my knees and shoves his entire 11 inches of dark meat into my ass!

"Uarhhhhh!" I scream in pleasured pain "Fuck yes! Give me all that Nigger dick! Tear this white nasty ass open!" At my encouragement he pounds in and out of my sloppy ass. The feel of his cock and the dildo rubbing against each other with only a thin membrane of skin to separate them is an amazing feeling and to top that they are both huge and filling my holes to the limit. 

Marcus slams his huge cock into my tight ass harder and harder. He grabs my long blonde hair in his hand and pulls my head back to him until his mouth finds mine and his tongue assaults my mouth like his dick is assaulting my ass. He twists my head back farther and tells me to open my mouth. I hold my mouth open like a baby bird waiting to be fed. He spits into my mouth, how could something so fowl be such a turn on? I swish his spit around in my mouth and show it to him on my tongue before swallowing it. He growls "That's what I want to see you do when I shoot this fucking load in your mouth!"

"No! I want you to fill my ass with that hot cum!" I beg him. "I need you to shoot it into my guts" 

He slams harder into me and I tighten my ass muscles on his massive rod milking the cum out of him and forcing him to shoot load after hot load into my ass. The feel of stream after thick stream blasting inside my bowel throws me over the edge again and I cum, squirting furiously all over the comforter. 

He collapses on top of me and I feel his manhood slid slowly from my ass. We lay there panting and exhausted from out filthy fuck fest. Finally Marcus rolls off my back and pulls me to his chest. "You are going to get a load of cum down that throat before the weekend is over."

"I'm looking forward to it!" I smile in temporary contentment. "By the way, where is my wand?" 

Marcus shrugs. "I have no idea, we never found it."



Lost and Found



Prologue:

She'd finally gone; or more to the point I'd managed to exorcise her from my thoughts, from my consciousness, at least to a degree.

Initially I'd managed to reach a stage where she wasn't my every waking thought or the last thing that crossed my mind before I managed to descend into sleep; a sleep that invariably had her coursing through my dreams like a movie running on constant loop, an incessant reminder of how we had been, how good we were and how badly wrong it had gone.

Eventually I stopped seeing her in impossible places. I stopped having minor heart attacks every time I saw someone who was tall and slim, with shoulder length chestnut hair that shone in the light. I stopped thinking I had heard her voice or her laugh when I knew, if I managed to think about it rationally, that it couldn't possibly be her.

Because she had left me. 

After about a year I had even started seeing other people but only occasionally and only casually, it was far too soon still to chance any kind of emotional attachment and besides, I didn't make it easy for the people I dated. No one wants to be constantly compared to their predecessor and much as I didn't do it deliberately, I still did it.

On the rare occasions when I slept with someone else I couldn't help remembering the way it was with her, the soft sounds she would make in the early stages of arousal, the way she could turn me on with a mere look or gesture. The way we knew each other's bodies so intimately that it was almost impossible not to give each other the utmost pleasure, sometimes almost fighting to be the person to give the most, to be the least selfish, although there is in itself a selfishness in wanting to make the one you love scream your name in ecstasy.

These memories made me distant to whomever I was sharing my bed with, made me aloof to any new experiences. I couldn't embrace being with someone who wasn't her, especially if there was a danger that these new emotions would replace her. 

I was a captive to my own grief; desperately needing to let her go as she had let me go, to move on as she had done; and yet to diminish my pain, to finally let it go would be to admit defeat. To force myself to admit that she was gone for good and was never coming back.

I didn't do myself any favours.

After 2 years my broken heart, whilst still very tender, had started to mend. Oh I still thought about her on an almost daily basis; would still be reminded of her if I heard someone order a double espresso, or saw a dark haired woman driving a black & white Mini Cooper but on the whole I was finding myself again; was beginning to laugh more often.

I was even starting to feel comfortable going to some of the places we used to go to; the club where we first met was still off limits but I had begun to revisit my favourite restaurants that I hadn't used since her departure.

In my darkest times I still wondered if there was something I could've said to make her stay, something I could've done differently maybe. I know the answer, but the question still begged to be asked sometimes.

I know she still loved me when she left, I know it broke her heart too when I came home from work to find her bags packed in the living room; I know it took courage for her to hurt me and walk away from the love that we shared but apparently it took less courage than telling her parents that she was in love with another woman.

3 years is a long time to carry the burden of grief so totally, for it to be so all consuming. It actually takes an awful lot of energy to remain in a state of anger and devastation and so, after all that time and without even realising it I finally started to let go.

She would still permeate my thoughts and dreams occasionally but less often and more fleetingly. I can't say that I wasn't initially devastated when I heard through a mutual friend that she was getting married but I didn't let it crush me for long.

I loved her and if she was happy in her choice then it would be cruel of me to wish her anything but the best. If I couldn't be happy with her then I should at least be happy for her. Definitely progress.

I even thought about sending a card or a present. This would have to be accomplished via our mutual friend; I wouldn't trust myself to know her address in case the impulse to visit in person was too strong. I had mental images of me rushing up the aisle in a desperate last minute bid to halt the wedding. In the end though I just asked the friend to send my best wishes and left it at that.

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I had some long overdue annual leave coming and had decided to treat myself to a few days out of the city, so I packed my tent, rucksack and walking boots and headed for the beautiful Cornish coast.

I didn't have any real plans other than to enjoy some coastal walking and to reacquaint myself with the area where I had enjoyed so many childhood holidays. She and I had talked about visiting this part of the country often but we never did; there always seemed to be something more pressing to do, so I decided to do it on my own. To spend some quality time in my own company with no one to answer to but myself.

I'm good at spending time on my own. Much as I'm an outgoing and gregarious person by nature, I also like solitude sometimes and have no problem entertaining myself.

I had arrived in St. Ives late on Thursday evening and had intended to camp but the weather was against me, greeting me with the worst thunder storm I had encountered in years, the rain lashing down, driven sideways by the wind that would have made erecting a tent all but impossible.

I had found a small but comfortable B&B and being tired after my long drive I just grabbed something to eat and fell into bed, hoping that tomorrow would be calmer, allowing me to explore this ancient fishing town, with its quaint cobbled streets and flourishing artist community.

It had been a while since I'd slept so deeply and I was disorientated when I was woken by a gentle tapping at my bedroom door the next morning. Getting groggily out of bed I stumbled to the door in my pyjamas and opened it a crack, peeking through the gap and finding the landlady on the other side.

'I'm sorry to wake you lovey,' she spoke gently, her soft Cornish accent making the words seem almost musical 'but I know you wanted to have breakfast this morning and it's nearly 10 o'clock. Do you want me to cook you something before I close the kitchen dear?'

10 o'clock! I never slept that late and was completely amazed. I was indeed hungry but I also needed to wake up properly and take a shower before I tackled breakfast, so I thanked her for waking me and declined breakfast, intending instead to get a late brunch from a local café as I explored.

An hour later I was walking down cobbled streets toward the harbour, the late spring sunshine warming my face and a gentle breeze ruffling my hair. As I turned down one particular street I felt a chill, a shiver ran down my spine and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I stopped abruptly, looking around for anything that could have caused such a strange reaction but found nothing untoward.

The road was narrow and sloped downhill quite steeply, looking no different to many other small streets in this part of the country. The houses on either side had brightly painted woodwork and many had window boxes, bursting with the colour of spring flowers. It looked inviting and yet that feeling of unease lingered.

I noticed that this street was in shade and decided that this had caused a drop in temperature which in turn had caused my reaction. I laughed out loud at my own stupidity, making my feet start walking again, heading toward the tinkling sound of the boat rigging in the harbour.

I rounded a bend in the narrow street and could see a couple of cafés ahead of me but their outside tables were still in shade and right now I needed to feel the warmth. I glanced into their windows as I passed, noting them for later when the sun had traversed far enough across the sky to bring them into the sunshine that I could now see at the end of the road, calling me on like a beacon. 

I walked past one that looked particularly quaint and lovely, its blue painted shutters and door looking out onto a courtyard area with blue chequered table cloths to match the woodwork; hanging baskets and tubs filled with flowers as decoration. Deciding that this was maybe a nice place for lunch or afternoon tea later, I strolled over to look at the menu on the wall outside.

Again, as I browsed the menu a chill descended on me and I shivered, my rational mind marvelling at how the temperature could differ so much in such a short distance, trying hard to ignore the hairs on my neck that were starting to rise like a dog's hackles when they're fearful.

I glanced through the window into the interior of the café and caught sight of a tall dark haired woman disappearing through a door into the back, my heart skipping a beat. Then I was laughing at myself again as I forced myself to turn away and continue walking toward the sun's warmth.

I found a small café in the sunshine and sat at a table overlooking the water, the sea air permeating my nostrils with its salty tang as I sat and breathed deeply, calming myself as I ordered tea and a bacon sandwich.

It had been a while since I had thought I'd seen her. Once it had been commonplace, now it was a rare occurrence. The very idea that she would be working in a café was laughable in itself. She who was always the high flyer, the high earner, the ambitious career woman who didn't suffer fools gladly, regardless of whether they were below or above her on the career ladder.

She did like to cook though. In fact she was an excellent cook when she found the time to indulge herself, always making everything from scratch, never cheating by using anything that was pre-prepared. It didn't happen often though and she generally had to live off my cooking as I was generally home from work long before she was. Unfortunately my culinary skills were far more basic and much less fancy.

My ambitions were to keep her happy rather than to progress up a career ladder where the work life balance swung the wrong way for my liking. Ho hum, failed there I guess.

Mentally telling myself off for allowing thoughts of her to cloud my break, I poured my tea and browsed through a tourist guide as I waited for my sandwich, vowing not to allow her to encroach into my consciousness for the rest of my stay.

My sandwich arrived and as I smothered it in brown sauce and bit into the soft, white bread surrounding the crispy smoked bacon, I identified an art gallery, a pottery and 2 museums that I wanted to visit, as well as several small artist workshops.

I had only intended to spend 1 day in St. Ives but I had started the day late and I also wanted to do some walking along the coast. I was never going to fit this all into 1 afternoon, so I decided to spend at least 1 extra day here and as soon as I finished my breakfast I returned to my car, drove to a nearby campsite and set my tent up in a secluded corner.

It was still outside of the main tourist season and as I walked down the pristine beach back to the town, there were very few people taking advantage of the golden sand and the unseasonably warm weather that is so common in this part of the country. Yesterday's storm had may have subsided but the effects could still be seen on the sea; the waves high, breaking with some ferocity onto the beach and against the headlands, providing good sport for the handful of surfers that were braving the cold water in colourful wetsuits.

The tide was quite a long way out so I sat on some rocks, alternating between watching the surfers and poking about in a large rock pool by my feet, annoying the small crabs, shrimp and fish that had been temporarily stranded by the receding water.

My eye was caught by the brightly coloured sail of a windsurfer as it scudded along the wave tops beyond the surf. I became completely mesmerised by the speed, antics and tricks that the obviously experienced surfer was pulling and found myself squinting against the sun's glare on the water to keep them in view.

So enthralled was I that I didn't even see the large black Labrador that came bounding across the rocks toward me until it was too late. He came barrelling over a neighbouring rock and jumped into the pool at my feet sending a small tsunami of cold, salty water into the air, most of which landed on me. To make matters worse he then stood next to me and violently shook the water from his coat, effectively ensuring that any parts of me that had remained dry were now also soaked!

I jumped up, squealing as the cold water hit me, my feet sliding on the slippery rocks until I ended up knee deep in the rock pool, just managing to keep the rucksack that had been on my lap out of the water.

I turned to the dog, initially furious, only to find myself laughing as he stood there looking at me with big brown eyes, a large piece of seaweed clinging to his neck and ear and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

As I was stepping out of the pool someone came into view out of the corner of my eye. They clambered over the rocks behind me, hurrying after the dog and apologising furiously. This time my heart did stop. My breath literally stuck in my throat and refused to enter or exit my lungs. I stood with one foot in the cold water of the rock pool and the other on dry land.

It was her. Really her. I knew that voice better than my own, and much as I thought I'd heard it in strange places before, there was no mistaking the real thing. Fuck!

I had my back to her and was too scared to turn around. Scared of what I don't know but scared none the less.

I wanted to run away. To run as fast as my legs would carry me. To run all the way back to London where I was safe. But I was frozen to the spot, completely unable to move.

I could hear her saying something but I couldn't make out the words through the white noise in my head, didn't even know if she was talking to me or the dog. Maybe if I just stand here with my back to her then she'll go away? So I stayed still, standing with one foot in the pool, staring down at the rocks as I prayed to a god I don't believe in that she'd just keep walking, just leave me alone.

'Hey, I'm really, really sorry! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Do you need me to call someone?'

I was now staring at a foot encased in a brown leather sandal that was on the rock in front of me. I kept my head down, shaking it from side to side. I tried to answer, to tell her I was fine and to go away but my voice wouldn't work. Then I was looking at a knee as she lowered herself carefully onto the rocks, looking at the small scar that she'd got when she tripped over a tree root when we were out walking through woods in another lifetime long ago.

I heard her gasp and my head started to lift of its own volition. I tried to fight it but was unable to stop it's progress until I was staring at the face that was only a few inches away from my own, a face I knew so well, a face I had kissed a thousand times.

'Vicki?!' she exclaimed, obviously not quite believing her eyes 'Is it really you?'

I have rarely been lost for words but I was completely struck dumb. My mouth opened and closed but nothing came out, not even a squeak. I looked at her big brown eyes, the nose that she always thought was too big, the lips whose softness I have known all over my body, the long neck that I had loved to kiss. And said nothing.

'Oh my god it is you!'

I finally managed to speak. Just one syllable but it was a start.

'Hi.' And then I felt her hands on my arms as she started to tug me out of the pool, my wet trousers clinging to my legs as my body once again moved by rote and I stepped up onto the rocks beside her.

'Of all the people for my damn dog to try to drown! I can't believe it's actually you! You look so different. How long has it been? How are you?' The words tumbling out of her mouth in a torrent.

'3 years two months.' I answered without thinking. I have never been good at remembering dates. Birthdays and anniversaries of any kind are liable to slip through my memory but the date she walked out on me is indelibly etched onto my brain.

'You need to get dried off and changed, where are you staying?'

'Campsite up there.' Not remotely eloquent but my answer coupled with a vague hand gesture along the beach seemed enough for her and she took my arm and started to lead me along the beach.

We walked in silence. For my part I couldn't think of a damn thing to say and the temptation to run was still hovering just under the surface. Her arm was linked through mine in a gesture that was once so common, so comfortable but now felt quite odd. 

I tried to keep my attention focused on the dog as he bounded ahead, playing in and out of the surf but I couldn't help but sneak a peek at the face I never thought, and maybe hoped, I'd see again. She was smiling! How could she be happy when my guts were tying me in knots and threatening to make me vomit?

The thirty minute walk to the campsite seemed to take an eternity and as soon as we entered she scanned the few tents in residence, immediately setting off for my little corner, toward the tent we had shared so many nights in.

'I'll wait here for you.' As she settled herself into the camping chair I'd set up outside the tent, I unzipped the front just enough to launch myself through the opening, zipping it tightly behind me, sitting on the floor and taking deep breaths while I trembled.

I don't know how long I sat there motionless, my brain spinning, my mouth dry, but eventually my cold, wet clothes brought me back to reality and I stood as best as I could in the small space and stripped.

Despite the warmth I felt chilled to the bone, whether from shock or from the water I didn't know but I pulled on a pair of jeans, a tee shirt and a sweatshirt, hugging myself in an attempt to warm up.

I was tempted to just stay in the tent and hide but a flimsy sheet of canvas was hardly an effective defence, so carrying dry trainers and socks in one hand and my wet clothes in the other; I left the tent, marvelling at the vision before me.

She had turned the chair and was sitting with her head thrown back, her face turned to catch the warmth and light of the sun, her eyes closed and a small smile played at the corners of her mouth. Her long, graceful legs were stretched out in front of her and she looked totally relaxed and amazingly beautiful and I felt my heart break just a little bit all over again.

I threw my wet clothes onto the bonnet of the car to dry and turned back to her, her eyes now appraising me openly.

The shock was starting to wear off and speech was now possible but I was still on an emotional knife edge. I wasn't sure what I'd like to do most – slap her or kiss her.

'So, how have you been Jo?'

She didn't answer immediately and her face turned rueful but eventually she stood and came to sit in front of me on the blanket where I'd sat to put my shoes and socks on.

'I'm ok. How are you?' 

I looked into her eyes and saw that the question was genuine. There was concern in her eyes that begged and honest answer but I wasn't sure exactly what the answer should be. 30 short minutes ago if someone had asked how I was I'd have responded that I was fine, happy even, but now?

'I'm ok. Now the shock's worn off a bit.' It was the best I could do under the circumstances.

'Not the way we planned to spend time together in Cornwall is it?' I wanted to slap the fucking smile from her face but instead I practically spat an answer at her.

'No, but then none of our other plans exactly worked out well either did they! Jesus Jo, you walked out on me three fucking years ago and here you are sitting there comfortably like it's been 3 hours. 




Lost and Found



I'm sorry but this is hard for me ok? I've spent so much time trying to forget you, trying to get over you and I'd just about managed it. I'd just about managed to get my life back on track after the car crash it became when you left and now..... and now......I don't know up from down!'

Before I knew it I was in her arms. A brief conscious thought told me I should pull away but the comfort she was giving me was too great as she held me tightly as I sobbed. The dam had burst and there would be no stopping the torrent until it had run its course. She made gentle shushing noises and stroked my hair and back as I cried until my throat was sore and I had no more tears left to shed.

I finally looked up into her face and saw the tears that also stained her face, but she was still smiling damn her!

'I'm so sorry Vicki. I'm sorry that I hurt you so badly. I'm sorry that I never gave you the chance to talk about things before I left and I can't tell you how good it is to see you again.'

Despite everything I had to smile too and as she kissed me on the cheek I felt my eyes tear up again.

'How long are you staying?'

'I'm not sure, a few days maybe. I was going to spend some time exploring the area, I haven't got definite plans.'

'Vicki I have to go now, I have an appointment with my accountant that I can't miss but can we have dinner later?'

It wasn't the answer she wanted to hear but the only thing I could think to say was:

'Why?'

'Why? Why do I want to have dinner with you?' she looked totally incredulous that I should ask such a question.

'I don't understand why you want to see me later. I didn't think you'd ever want to see me again. I'm not sure it's a good idea Jo, from my point of view at least.'

Those liquid brown eyes had hurt written all over them and she seemed crestfallen. It had taken all my courage to turn her down and I desperately needed her to just walk away and let me be; just this brief encounter was going to be hard enough to bear. I was already mentally packing everything up into my car and heading back to London the second she was out of sight.

'Please Vicki? It's just dinner and then if you like you don't ever have to speak to me or see me ever again. Just one evening, a couple of hours even? Please? I know I probably don't deserve it but pleeeease?'

My god! I couldn't remember Jo ever begging for anything in her life! Ok, so that's not entirely true, I can remember her laying on her back and looking down at me between her legs and begging me to stop teasing her, to give her release, but that's the only reason I've ever known her beg.

Once again my body betrayed me. I had fully intended to stand my ground and refuse but then I was never any good at denying her anything.

'Oh ok! But just a couple of hours.'

She hugged me tightly again and the familiar feeling of her arms around me was my complete undoing. 

'Thank you Vicki! I'll pick you up here at 7 this evening.' and she kissed my cheek and took off across the campsite, the Labrador springing after her as I sat on the blanket in a state of shock and bewilderment.

I sat like that for some time, replaying events in my head over and over again, still trying to convince myself that it had been real, that I hadn't fallen and bumped my head and hallucinated the whole thing.

And then something strange happened. I smiled. I mean I REALLY smiled. The smile became a laugh and before I knew it I was rolling around on the blanket holding my sides in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

I was never a cowardly person; I had always faced up to my problems head on until Jo left me in such a way that I had no recourse to action. All I could do was watch her go. Now I had a chance to actually talk to her about it, to get it out of my system once and for all, to finally set myself free.

Yes I still loved her, still wanted her and to be honest with myself, I was interested in what she'd done with her life. I genuinely wanted her to be happy, so yes I would meet with her, we would talk and catch up as adults and friends and then we would go our separate ways again, by which time her ghost would be gone and I could finally get on with the rest of my life.

At least that was the plan.

By 7pm I was feeling remarkably calm and in control. At least comparatively. I had showered and changed, drunk a couple of beers from the campsite shop and was sitting outside my tent reading a book and listening to my MP3 player.

My calm was temporarily rattled when I saw a large, dark car being driven across the grass toward my tent with Jo as a passenger in the front; surely she wouldn't bring her damn husband along? Order was soon restored however when the car turned slightly and I could see the taxi sign on the side.

She waved and called to me out of the open window and I climbed into the back, the car bumping over the grass and back onto the road. The journey was only a few minutes but Jo was chatting away to the driver the whole way. My reservations came back slightly, after all – she could've married a taxi driver for all I knew, but when the car stopped and she paid the driver while saying she hoped to catch up with him and his wife sometime soon I settled down again.

We'd been dropped off outside a restaurant that was sat on a bluff overlooking the sea. As soon as we entered we were met by a waiter who showed us to a table on the veranda, the evening sun sparkling off the wave tops making it shine like silver. Damn! Did she have to pick somewhere so bloody romantic?

We ordered a bottle of wine and for few minutes neither of us said very much, we just sat and admired the view of the setting sun and the boats in the distance. Finally I heard Jo clear her throat.

'You look very different Vicki, I might never have recognised you, why the change?'

It was true that I'd changed a lot since she last saw me but I wasn't sure how to answer the question. I finally decided that I may as well be totally honest as I may never get another chance.

'I didn't look after myself very well for a while when you left. Once I realised what I was doing I started to put things right. I'd already lost some weight because I wasn't eating and I started going to the gym to keep myself busy. I died my hair a while later – I think I was trying to eradicate the old me and start again. I wanted to get rid of the person who hadn't been good enough for you and replace her with someone new, someone better, more worthy.'

'I really did a number on you didn't I?' She looked so sad as she reached across the table and took my hand, caressing the back gently with her thumb.

'Honestly Jo, I was a mess when you left. I had no warning and no chance for discussion; it was a complete bolt from the blue. I didn't even know where you were; in fact the next I heard was that you were getting married.'

Now it was my turn to look sad as a fleeting image of her being intimate with another person flashed across my mind.

Just then our entrees arrived and Jo asked if we could keep the conversation at least a little lighter while we ate, promising to answer any of my questions once we'd finished our meal.

'So how come you ended up in Cornwall?' I asked, hoping this was safer ground.

'Well, to start with I got a transfer to open up a new site in Exeter, however after a couple of years I finally decided that I was sick of trying to claw my way up the corporate ladder and that it was time I did something I enjoyed.

I came here for a short break and saw a "for sale" sign on a café and for once in my life I decided to take a chance.'

'It's a nice little place – the one with the blue shutters?' I asked, already knowing the answer. Jo looked at me in amazement, so I told her how I had thought I'd seen her earlier in the day.

'Why the hell didn't you come in and say hello?' 

'Because I've been seeing your face and hearing your voice everywhere I go for the last 3 bloody years and it's never actually, really you! I had no idea you in Cornwall so I assumed it was just my imagination playing tricks again. Besides, if I had known it was really you I'd probably have run a mile!'

Suddenly we were both howling with laughter at how ridiculous it was that I would have deliberately avoided her given the chance, but we ended up bumping into each other anyway.

It broke the ice and allowed us to relax and soon enough we were chatting like the old friends we were, remembering shared times and acquaintances, laughing and joking as if there had never been any trauma between us.

We watched the sun set and I realised that once again her hand was covering mine on the table, it felt wholly natural to turn my hand and lace my fingers through hers as the last orange rays descended, leaving us with candle light.

I had always loved the way Jo's face looked by candle light; the way the soft flickers made her eyes dance and shine. We were sat silently again, just looking into each other's eyes and as coffee was served I had to ask the question that was forefront in my mind.

'So are you happy Jo?'

Her eyes never left mine as she considered her answer, our fingers were still entwined.

'I am now.'

'Now?'

'Now that I've seen you again.'

I hadn't realised I was holding my breath until it left my body in a whoosh. My heart was hammering in my chest and I felt the emotion in her words rather then heard it. Hope leapt into my chest and the feelings that I had for this woman were threatening to engulf me. I had to make a concerted effort to stay calm; I couldn't afford to allow false hope to cloud my thinking, she was married for fucks sake!

'I can't tell you how much I've missed you Jo.' I couldn't help but say it; I could never lie to her about anything.

'I've missed you too Vicki, so very much.' Her eyes left mine and slid to the table, the nervousness apparent in her voice 'Can we, could we, maybe ... spend some more time together? Tomorrow maybe? I could show you around, if you want to that is?'

Her eyes tentatively found mine again, searching for a reaction, an answer, a form of acceptance. It was now or never. The question I dreaded asking.

'Won't your husband mind?' 

I could hear the blood rushing through my ears as I waited for her answer, waited for her to tell me that he'd be fine as he didn't know our history; waited for her to tell me what a kind, loving and considerate man he was. I didn't want to hear any of it and yet I knew I must.

'I'm single Vicki. It's true that I did get engaged briefly after a whirlwind affair but I broke it off long before we started actually planning the wedding.'

'Oh I'm sorry Jo.' And you know what? On some level I truly was sorry. Sorry that she hadn't found happiness. On another level I was over the fucking moon and jumping for joy!

'What happened? Why did you split up?'

'He wasn't right for me Vicki. He's a nice guy, intelligent, fairly good looking, caring but........... he wasn't you.'

By now I had fanfares and fireworks going off in my head and just when it was my turn to say something my damn mouth had seized up again. There were so many sentences in my head fighting to get out that none of them made it past my lips, instead I just lifted our hands to my mouth and lightly kissed the back of her fingers. I needed to find some control again, keep it light.

'So what are you going to show me tomorrow, don't you have to be at the café?'

'I haven't actually taken over the café properly yet. The sale is complete and it's definitely mine but I don't take control for another few weeks. I have to be there in the morning to sign some papers but I can be free from about midday. Since you already know where it is why don't you meet me there at noon and we'll take it from there?'

As we sat in the taxi on the way back Jo again took my hand in hers and when we arrived at the campsite she turned to me, looking shy.

'You know I have a perfectly comfortable bed at my place, I mean a comfortable SPARE bed!' she amended in haste. 'You don't have to sleep in a tent you know.'

She looked embarrassed and I wondered if she'd also had fleeting visions of what we used to get up to together in bed.

'Thanks but I'm good; you know how much I like camping.' 

To be quite honest – I needed some alone time to process everything that had happened and I knew I'd never think straight with Jo in close proximity. She climbed out of the cab with me and we hugged once more, kissing cheeks as we said our goodbyes, except this time it wasn't really "goodbye", it was "see you soon" and as Jo climbed back into the car and I headed off across the dark field to my tent, I swear my smile was bright enough to light the way ahead.

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Jo walked into her cottage and leaned back against the front door, sighing deeply.

'What in god's name am I doing?' she asked her dog, who was looking at her expectantly.

It had been such a surprise to see Vicki on the beach and yet as soon as she'd recognised her she felt as if she'd come home, felt as if a part of herself that she hadn't even realised was missing, had been restored.

She was 3 years older than she was when she'd walked out on Vicki and her life had changed drastically. She hadn't realised just how much she'd relied on Vicki for her support and strength until she'd left her and she'd had to learn to support herself emotionally. The argument Jo had with her parents about her choice to give up the corporate lifestyle and the associated generous salary had almost been her undoing and had they had almost convinced her that she was doing the wrong thing, but she wanted to do something that was fulfilling, something she could actually enjoy, rather than something to just earn money. 

Did she also have the bravery to fight for Vicki this time around and tell her controlling parents to go to hell? She hadn't wanted to leave Vicki and she certainly hadn't wanted to hurt her but that's exactly what she'd ended up doing. She had to be sure of herself this time because she didn't want to lead her on and she certainly couldn't bear to break both their hearts again.

Jo didn't think of herself as gay, or even really bisexual for that matter, she just happened to have fallen head over heels in love with someone and that someone happened to be a woman. Surely finding your soul mate is what's important, not what gender they are right? 

Was the idyllic lifestyle she was building for herself in this beautiful part of the country worth anything at all if she couldn't share it with the one person she loved above all others?

'You found her again for me didn't you boy?' she asked the dog, who gave a small bark, as if in confirmation 'What the hell am I going to do? I still love her and I can't bear to lose her again. What if she doesn't want anything to do with me, she has no reason to trust me again.'

The dog looked at her, his head cocked to one side as if mulling the situation over but his final answer was to roll onto his back and wait for his tummy to be scratched.

'You're no help!' she told the dog as she petted him before climbing the stairs to bed.

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Having been awoken by the sound of bird song, I left the tent and walked across the field to the shower block to get showered and dressed, all the while humming and singing to myself; I hadn't felt this happy for a long, long time and had I seemed to have boundless energy.

Back at the tent I pulled on my walking boots, consulted a map and headed off along the coast for a long walk that was destined to get me, by a circuitous route, to Jo's café at about midday.

As I walked I tried to rationalise the events of the previous day. Call it luck or call it fate, there was a reason for us bumping into each other and I decided that I had to find out what it was.

I knew I was on dangerous ground and that the possibility of getting my heart broken all over again was a definite possibility, however I also acknowledged that we might actually manage to restore our friendship and if I dared to let myself hope, maybe something more.

I walked for hours at a leisurely pace and before I knew it I was passing the B&B where I'd spent my first night, so I retraced my steps of the previous morning, finding myself at the top of the road where I had felt so ill at ease the previous day. This time though, despite the road still being in shade, I felt none of the chill that had made me feel so anxious the previous day and instead of my hackles rising I felt eager and excited as I strolled along the cobbles with a spring in my step.

Rounding the bend near the bottom of the road the café came into view, its blue woodwork inviting me forward and as I drew closer I could see Jo sat in the courtyard with a man, piles of paperwork spread out on the table in front of them.

I was early and didn't want to interrupt their meeting, so I took a table inside and ordered a coffee while I waited. I could see Jo through the window and marvelled at the change in her. She was talking so animatedly, her hand gestures effusive and she looked so wonderfully happy that I had no doubt that buying this café was the right thing for her to do; she seemed more relaxed than I could ever remember in the past.

Just before midday Jo looked at her watch, scribbled one last signature, shook the man's hand and got up from the table. She headed toward the door and her face broke into wreathes of smiles as she saw me sat inside.

'Hi, sorry I didn't know you were here.' She bubbled like an excited child as she rushed over and gave me a hug.

'Hi yourself, I didn't want to interrupt you, I was a bit early.'

'Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be with you.'

I watched her arse, clad in tight jeans, as she disappeared through a door in the back and I couldn't help but feel my body respond as I remembered holding those cheeks in my hands. I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up, but damn she looked good!

A few minutes later she came back, struggling with a large picnic hamper. I stood up to greet her, kissed her cheek and automatically took the heavy basket from her; both actions were so set into my psyche that I didn't even think about it.

I followed her out of the restaurant and loaded the hamper into the boot of her car, noticing that she still had the same Mini. On getting into the car I was amazed – her car had always been immaculate in the past, not so much as a speck of dust had dared rest on the dashboard but now it was as much of a tip as mine, with sweet wrappers and water bottles discarded in the foot wells and on the back seat.

'Blimey Jo, your standards have dropped a bit girl!' I chuckled heartily.

She looked at me smiling, a look of resignation on her face before she spoke.

'I could be a bit of an uptight bitch sometimes couldn't I? I didn't mean to be like that, it's just that I had to be so organised for work and was always so stressed, I guess it spilled over into my personal time.'

'I think you're over compensating now though!' and as we both looked at the piles of detritus in the car we couldn't help but laugh, and damn it felt so good to be laughing with this woman once again.

We only drove for a couple of minutes before pulling up outside of a lovely old stone cottage with leaded light windows. Jo jumped out of the car, returning swiftly with her dog in tow.

'Vicki, I'd like to introduce you properly to Buster. He's very stubborn and wilful but always friendly.'

The big, black dog jumped into the back of the car and stuck his head between the seats, licking my face.

'Well hello again to you Buster, not planning on drowning me again today I hope, maybe I should've brought a change of clothes just in case! Nice house by the way Jo, I assume it's yours?'

'Yeah, mine for now anyway. I'm renting but I have the option of buying it when my lease is up. It's a bit big for one person though.....'




Lost and Found



The way she said it almost sounded like an invitation but I wasn't going to get my hopes up. It felt so comfortable being with her again; we had naturally fallen back into our old behaviours but I refused to read too much into it; maybe it was just habit. I stayed silent.

'I hope you still like cheese?' 

I'm passionate about cheese and Jo knows it. We pulled into a farm entrance and as we drove around the back she told Buster to be good and took me into a small artisan cheese factory where we sampled lots of cheeses and chatted to the owners before buying several different types.

Next she drove me to a similar set up, except this one was making and selling cider, where we settled on a wonderfully dry, crisp brew to have with our picnic.

Our next stop involved steering the car down a narrow, rutted track that seemed to be a dead end and at times I was convinced that the small car was going to get stuck in the sandy soil, the wheels spinning ominously.

Jo stopped the car and we gathered the bags and hamper that were in the boot and set off down a small path. I was ravenously hungry after my long walk and was just asking Jo how much further we had to go when I was met with a glorious sight.

Down below us was a very small and totally deserted cove and we had to scramble down a set of roughly hewn rock steps to reach the beach.

'Wow, this is awesome!' and I slipped off my shoes to feel the warm, soft sand beneath my toes.

'The locals call it smugglers cove and there are all sorts of stories about its chequered history. I have no idea how true any of them are but it's my favourite place and as it's not obvious it rarely gets found by tourists.'

We spread blankets on the sand and Jo opened the hamper she had packed. I'm not sure what I expected it to contain but I certainly didn't expect it hold quite so much or for it to comprise many of my favourite foods; I definitely got the impression that Jo had done this with me in mind and was maybe trying to please or impress me.

'Bloody hell Jo, are you trying to fatten me up?'

'I was trying to remember what you liked to eat most and then I couldn't decide, so there's warm lasagne in that pot, cold piri-piri chicken in that one, salad in there – sorry but I kept the celery separate, I still can't even stand the smell, the cheese we bought earlier, crusty bread, olives with chilli and lime, cheese and onion quiche, crisps – I know how much you like crisps, ..'

'Ok stop, I get it! There's enough food here to feed a small army, you've even brought things that you don't like for goodness sake!'

Jo was smiling but she looked faintly embarrassed, as if she'd been caught out somehow.

'Sorry – I went a little overboard huh?'

She looked entirely vulnerable in that instant, as if my opinion meant everything to her, as if she needed confirmation that her efforts were appreciated, which they were. They were also a little frightening as if she kept this up I would lose myself to her once more; or is that what I wanted?

What could I do but wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me as I whispered "thank you" into her ear. I felt a small shudder and thought I had somehow offended her but as I pulled away slightly I noticed the look in her eyes, a look I had seen many times in the past, a look that never failed to turn me to jelly.

I didn't mean to, I really didn't, but before I knew it I had touched my lips to hers. It was only a light and brief kiss before my senses kicked in and I pulled away sharply, muttering apologies and trying to extricate myself, hoping to god I hadn't ruined our day with 1 stupid slip up.

I needn't have worried.

Jo's arms held me fast as I tried to move back and she shushed my apologies by planting her lips back on mine, although this was no slight contact, it was a proper, serious, wonderful kiss.

I felt her tongue brush my lower lip and my mouth opened of its own volition. My conscious mind was screaming in the background that this was stupid, I was going to get hurt, I was going to have to leave again in a few days, I was setting myself up for a fall, but then her tongue was in my mouth teasing my own, her soft lips were melded to mine and the scent of her perfume was in my nostrils, her hand was on the back of my neck caressing gently and I was lost. 

I wasn't capable of conscious or ordered thought and my rational objections were driven away by the power of that kiss, by the pent up emotion that was finding release, by the sheer ecstasy of having the woman I loved in my arms, kissing me like I was hers once more.

Eventually we broke apart and this time it was Jo who tried to apologise but I wouldn't let her. Once I was capable of coherent speech once more I ran my fingers down her cheek and cupped her chin, lifting her eyes to meet mine.

'Hey you.'

'Hey you.'

It was the greeting that we had generally used on waking up in the morning, on first opening our eyes and seeing each other and in that moment those two words conveyed more than eloquent poems or love songs ever could.

'We need to eat and then we need to talk, don't you think?'

The atmosphere was a little tense at first but soon we relaxed as we watched Buster playing in the surf and chasing gulls. We ate and drank cider, we talked about inconsequential things, we enjoyed the sun on our faces and all the while our eyes betrayed our casual demeanour. We were both stealing covert glances at each other, appraising each other; and I knew that my world had just shifted off its axis subtly.

As soon as we finished eating Buster was barking at us furiously and nosing Jo's bag. She removed a large and well chewed Frisbee and we spent ages running around on the sand playing with the dog, laughing and joking and just being... well....us!

Eventually he tired us out and we sat in silence for a while on the blanket. For my part I know I was trying to find a way to start a conversation that I knew was going to be hard and I could only assume that Jo was having the same problem.

I didn't know where to start as I really wasn't sure of what to expect or hope for – either way this was a discussion that was going to have some pretty huge ramifications.

I looked up as Jo cleared her throat to find her looking at me expectantly, it was clear that she wanted me to take the initiative so I mustered my courage and let loose with my opening gambit.

'Ok Jo, I think you know that I'm still very much in love with you and I'm getting the impression that the feeling might be mutual. How do you see things panning out from here?'

I may have had to start the conversation but I saw no reason why I shouldn't throw the ball directly into her side of the court. She was silent for an age and I saw indecision in her eyes, as if she was worried about how candid to be but she finally sighed and spoke.

'Honestly Vicki, I don't know. Meeting you again just feels like I've been given a second chance to make up for my ignorance and stupidity 3 years ago, a chance to make amends for my mistakes and to make it up to you for they way I treated you. It feels so right being with you but I'm scared.'

'Scared of what Jo?'

'Scared that you must hate me on some level for leaving you. Scared of having to deal with my parents. Scared that I'll let you down all over again. Scared that I don't deserve you. Most of all I'm scared that you'll drive back to London in a few days and I'll never, ever see you again.'

She had gentle tears tracking lazily down her cheeks as she spoke and the sight of her crying tore my heart in two. I was trying so hard to remain calm and strong, to work this out with my head rather then my heart but I never could bear to see Jo hurt in any way, so I reached out and took her hand in mine.

'I'm scared too Jo. Scared that if we get back into a relationship that you'll break my heart all over again but I know that going home to London and leaving you here is going to do that anyway. I can't help feeling like there's some kind of fate at work here and if we miss this chance then we'll never get another one.'

Buster barked his assent at this, making us both giggle.

'Come here'

Jo lay down on the blanket and opened her arms to me and I couldn't have refused if I'd wanted to. I moved so that I was next to her, my head resting in the crook of her shoulder and my arm across her tummy.

She held me tightly and I heard a deep and satisfied sigh, although I couldn't tell which of us it came from. My head spun as I nestled into her warm body, remembering just how good it felt to be held by this woman; just how wonderful it felt to know her love.

'I'm going to tell you a story and I want you to listen without saying anything.

Once upon a time there was a princess who was the daughter of a very strict and controlling king and queen who expected their subjects to do exactly as they were told. She tried to be a good princess and to do as her parents wished but sometimes she found it very hard as she had very different ideas and opinions to her parents, so she learnt that the best way she could cope was to pretend to the king and queen that she was a good girl and effectively live two different lives.

One day the princess met someone and they fell hopelessly in love but she knew that the king and queen would never approve of her choice in partner, so the princess continued to live a double life knowing that as long as the king and queen didn't find out they could be very happy together. 

The princess was doing very well at work which impressed the king and queen – they were very proud that their daughter was such a success and was upholding their standards.

Unfortunately the stress of this double life combined with a stressful job started to get to the princess and she found it impossible to maintain both. She loved her companion dearly and was also up for promotion at work but the stress was becoming overwhelming.

She knew she needed her companion and she needed her job to pay for her princess lifestyle but she came to the decision that she couldn't keep both.

Then one day, her manager told her that she was to be given the chance to do an even more responsible job, for even more money. She had to decide whether to turn down the promotion and leave things as they were. To keep her companion and explain to her parents why they were both moving to Exeter, or she had to leave her love and make the move for the new job alone, thus keeping her parents happy.

She was a bit confused at the time and it seemed somehow easier to take the last option, rationalising that her lover would soon find someone else and that they would both eventually be happy.

Almost immediately though she realised she had made a terrible mistake. She missed her lover so badly that she didn't even care about the fantastic job because she was so unhappy. She thought about contacting her old lover and begging forgiveness but she was so scared and she didn't feel like she had the right to be forgiven. She felt as if her loneliness and pain were the punishment she deserved for putting her parents and job in front of her lover's happiness.

She continued to live her life and even found a nice man that the king and queen would approve of, however she couldn't lie to herself any more and she didn't want to hurt this nice man, so she let him go before things went too far.

Then one day she had a particularly bad day at work and thought "I deserve more than this shit" so she quit her job to run a much more menial business, with lower pay but that she would enjoy.

The king and queen were furious! They travelled to see the princess and used every trick in their arsenal to try to make her change her mind, they even threatened to cut her out of their wills and deny her the kingdom when they died.

The princess nearly buckled under the pressure but she managed to stand firm and told them to go home. Then, a few weeks later her clumsy dog soaked someone on the beach and who do you think it was?

It was her lover of 3 years previously! As soon as she saw her she knew that she still loved her more than anything or anyone in the world and that even the king and queen couldn't force them apart this time, even if they did take the kingdom away from her.

The only problem was, she knew she might not be strong enough to tackle them again on her own, so she very humbly asked her lover if she would stand firm by her side in her battles with the king and queen so that they might have a second chance of happiness.'

'Oh Jo!' I choked as the tears overcame me.

'So will you Vicki? Will you give me a second chance and help me to be strong?'

'Damn, I love you so much Jo.'

I rolled on top of her and kissed her deeply. I have no idea how long we lay on that blanket, just holding each other and kissing tenderly; laughing and crying and mourning our lost time. The outpouring of emotion was almost too much to bear and yet we needed it. Needed to purge our very souls and let the affirmation of our love bind us to one another once more.

We were so wrapped up in each other that I think it must have been raining for some time before we actually noticed, in fact if Buster hadn't started barking his displeasure we may never have noticed, but reluctantly we packed up our things and climbed the steps back to the car.

We were all soaked by the time we got to the car, the all pervading smell of wet dog quickly filling the interior. We drove back to Jo's house and I sat in her quaint kitchen while she got changed. She'd offered to lend me some clothes but even though I'd lost some weight she was still several inches taller than me so nothing was going to fit very well.

As soon as she was done she drove me to the campsite, this time coming into the tent with me as I changed. Once again I stripped off my wet clothes leaving me in just bra and panties and as I glanced over to where Jo was sitting on my sleeping bag and noticed she was watching me intently.

'Wow Vicki! I loved your body before but you look even better for having lost a few pounds!'

'A few pounds? Two and a half stone more like, I'd be bloody upset if I didn't look at bit better!' 

'It's not just the weight though, you look so fit. You've got muscles and everything!'

I've always had very strong arms and legs – Jo knows this, but I had been spending a lot of time in the gym and now those muscles were defined and toned. They weren't prominent like a body builder but I knew I looked good and I liked the way Jo's eyes were darkening as she took in my new form.

I was so intent on looking at Jo's face that I was startled when I felt her cool touch on my thigh, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle just beneath the surface.

That simple touch started a fire somewhere deep within me and as her hand moved to trace across my tummy it felt like someone had sucked all of the air from the tent. She pulled me down onto the sleeping bag with her as her hands traced the outlines of my shoulder blades before running down my spine making me shiver, but her words had me positively trembling.

'Vicki I want you'

Oh how I had dreamed of hearing her say those words once more! 

Her lips scorched a path down my neck and shoulder and I was so focused on their progress I barely realised her practiced hand had unsnapped my bra. I did however notice her cool fingers as they grazed one of my nipples and I couldn't stop the moan that let her know just how good it felt.

'Oh Jesus Jo I've missed you sooo much' I moaned into her mouth as her lips returned to mine, her tongue gently teasing mine out to play.

'I've missed you too baby, now let me up – I need to feel your skin on mine.'

I rolled off her so that she could sit up and started removing her jeans as she removed her shirt, the body I had known so well revealing itself to me once more. By the time I had pulled her panties over her feet she had removed her bra and was laying back on my sleeping bag in all of her naked glory. She hadn't changed a bit and I wanted to dive in greedily and devour every inch of her.

I pulled my own panties off and started to kiss my way up one of her legs, fully intending on kissing every single piece of skin on her gorgeous body but she was too impatient.

'Vicki please? There's time for slow and tender later; right now I really need to fuck you!'

My Jo had had rarely used the word "fuck" so I knew she was impatient, there was a desperate look in her eyes that I couldn't ignore, so I lowered myself down onto her tall frame, choking back a sob of happiness as the familiar and long missed feeling of her skin on mine sent waves of emotions rolling through me.

Our hands were everywhere at once. The desperate need to reacquaint ourselves with each other's body was all consuming and when I felt her nails rake down my back I know I cried out in delight.

Our nipples were hard as pebbles and as my larger breasts descended onto hers, nipple against nipple it was almost too much to cope with.

I felt her hands on my arse as she pulled my hips down, pulling me tightly against her. I moved slightly and adjusted position between her thighs, almost immediately finding the perfect place.

Our already soaked pussies now splayed wide against each other as we moved in unison, our juices mingling as our clits mashed against each other making us gasp and cry out. I remember wondering briefly if the noise of the rain on canvas would drown out our cries or if other campers were listening to us but it was a fleeting thought, easily diminished by the perfect joy of looking down into the lust filled eyes below me.

As our tempo increased and we thrust against each other with more fervour than ever before I heard Jo cry out 'Oh Vicki I love you!'

That was all I needed and my own release was immediate as we rode out our pleasure together, staring into eyes that we had once known so well but had thought were lost to us.

We collapsed in a heap and just lay there panting and listening to the rain until finally Jo lifted herself up on one elbow and kissed me.

'I really want to taste you and I really want to wake up with you. We can stay here if you like but I have a bed at home that's big and comfortable and there's much more room. Please, please come home with me?'

Much as I like camping I had to admit that this small tent wasn't an ideal location for a night of passion and I knew that if the other campers hadn't heard us yet they soon would. I had all sorts of things I wanted to do to this woman, things I had been missing out on for 3 years, so I doubted either of us would be getting much sleep tonight.

We jumped up and dressed in the minimal amount of clothing we could get away with in record time, stuffing our underwear into our pockets – after all, we were only going to strip again the moment we got in through Jo's front door.

I shoved some things into my rucksack and we dashed from the tent to Jo's car, pausing only to zip it back up to keep the rain out. We'd only been outside for a matter of seconds but the rain was torrential.

'Every time I see you I end up soaked!' I quipped to Jo. She leaned in close and bit my ear slightly before whispering 'Good, that's just the way I like you.'

I knew damned well that Jo wasn't thinking about the weather and she slammed the car into gear and drove as fast as the slick road conditions would allow, both of us wanting nothing more than to be in her bed, back in each other's arms and even wetter than we currently were.

Buster was very pleased to see us when we got in and I'm sure he felt a bit miffed when all he got was a brief tickle and a couple of biscuits before we ran upstairs to Jo's bedroom.

We tore our clothes off in a frenzy before diving onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, writhing against each other as we kissed with a dizzying passion.




Lost and Found



Our legs were entwined and I knew that I was leaving as much of a slippery trail against Jo's thigh as she was on mine as we writhed against each other and suddenly I needed to taste her, needed to have her cum in my mouth.

I caught her by surprise as I flipped her onto her back, pinning her down with my own body weight and holding her arms still by her sides as I kissed from her neck, down onto the silky smooth skin of her shoulder where I sunk my teeth into her hard enough to leave a mark.

Her squeal of surprise and pain quickly turned into a lust filled moan and as I took one of her engorged nipples into my mouth and sucked hard, bringing my thigh up to rub against her soaked pussy she ripped her hands free, tangling them in my short hair and pulling my head tighter against her chest.

Jo has small nipples that look like jelly tots when they're hard and they get super sensitive when she's turned on. I covered them in kisses, coating them in saliva before blowing cool air over them and making her gasp.

I lavished attention on both of her breasts, alternating between nipping them with my teeth and sucking them as deeply into my hot mouth as they would go, my tongue working their way over and around them as her back arched up into me, urging me on.

I slipped my hand between our bodies and drove 2 fingers deep inside of her, cries of pleasure indicating her pleasure but turning to groans as I removed them just as quickly. Her eyes burned into mine as I brought them to my lips and sucked her essence from my hand, my own moans at her familiar taste driving me down between her thighs where I was confronted with a beautiful sight.

Her glorious pussy with its neatly trimmed and cropped light brown hair was glistening with moisture and I felt my mouth water at the prospect. I caressed the smooth skin of her thighs as I licked the creases between legs and hips; I kneaded her buttocks as I kissed just above her clit and I knew I was driving her mad with need; her lips swollen and slick with her desire.

'Oh fuck Vicki, please!' and she arched her back off the bed, forcing her pussy against my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her jogging hips as still as possible and speared her with my tongue, feeling her silky walls convulse around me as a small but unmistakable orgasm rolled instantly through her body, releasing a fresh surge of her beautiful ambrosia into my mouth.

Her taste was divine and brought back so many memories and emotions that I was lost in a sea of elation and my tongue was a blur of motion; licking and sucking her dark swollen lips, moans and whimpers spurring me on as I drove 2 and then 3 fingers back into her, stroking her magic spot repeatedly as I sucked her clit into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue until she unleashed a string of incoherent obscenities and soaked my face and hand in delicious nectar.

'Jesus Vicki, I'd forgotten how good you are with your mouth!' she panted, as I lay between her thighs licking my lips and wanting more.

'Now you need to bring that sweet pussy of yours here for me to play with.'

I knew exactly what she wanted; it had once been of our favourite positions all those years ago, so I climbed up her body until I was straddling her face with my knees, my pussy directly above her impatient mouth. 

I looked down at her gorgeous face, eyes hooded with desire, as I lowered myself down onto her and my heart melted at her joyous expression as she took her first lap at my drenched pussy.

'Oh god; I'd also forgotten how much I loved this!' she moaned into me, sending shivers up my spine.

I caressed the hair away from her face as she took long, slow licks at me. I was so turned on that I knew I wouldn't last long, so I tried to pull up from her face a little in an attempt to slow things down but her hands grabbed my arse, digging her fingers into my cheeks and forcing me back down onto her.

As her tongue wound it's way around my clit I grasped the headboard to keep myself upright, bracing myself for the onslaught that I knew was about to ravage my body as she sucked my bud hard into her mouth and thrust her fingers deep into my sopping tunnel.

I rode her hand and tongue like a bronco rider with no conscious control over my actions, just pure unadulterated blissful response to the sensations she was causing within me and when I came, I came so hard I could barely breathe; so hard that I was afraid I might be suffocating or drowning Jo, but she didn't stop fucking me and I didn't stop coming until eventually I had to let go of the head board and I collapsed onto the bed.

We didn't get much sleep that night. We had 3 years to make up for and damn me if we didn't try to accomplish that all at once.

The next morning I woke to find Jo raised up on one elbow, watching me, smiling, as I found my way back into consciousness. We kissed deeply, the stale scent of our arousal heavy in the air and our skin.

We were both ravenously hungry so we reluctantly tore ourselves out of bed and walked Buster down to Jo's café, where we feasted on the biggest breakfast I've ever eaten.

We chatted endlessly about all sorts of things, we murmured how much we loved each other, we held hands, we talked about how lucky we were that Buster had introduced us again and yet we never mentioned the elephant in the room.

It was there, we both knew it. Like something just out of sight that could only be glimpsed out of the corner of your eye, something that you could almost ignore as long as you didn't manage to focus on it properly. 

At some point I was going to get into my car and drive back to London. To my flat. To my job. To the life that I had there.

I thought about asking Jo to come with me and I actually think she may have said yes, at least for a visit, but she had things to do here. She was in the process of taking over a business and now wasn't the time to be taking a holiday.

So where did that leave us?

Would I be willing to uproot my life and move to Cornwall?

Did Jo really want me here?

As we walked back to Jo's house I felt the weight of insecurity descend upon me; a fog of doubt that enshrouded me in it's cloak and blocked the sun from view. We were going to have to have some serious discussions and I was terrified.

We were sat in her small, neat garden on a comfy swing chair, the sun warming our faces and making Jo's chestnut hair shine when she broached the subject. She snuggled against my side, with one arm tightly wrapped around my torso as she released an enormous sigh.

'What happens now Vicki?'

'I'm not sure I know, but as I see it there aren't too many options to choose from.'

She looked up at me curiously, her arched eyebrow inviting me to continue. I hadn't put too much thought into the logistics but I knew what my gut was telling me felt right, so I relayed my thoughts so far.

'Ok, so these are the available options as I see it, including the one's I don't really want to contemplate:

1 – We go our separate ways and try to carry on just as we were before this week. That's not an option I like the sound of much.'

The way Jo's arm tightened around my stomach and the small whimper she let slip told me that this wasn't a good option for her either. Good – looking positive so far.

'2 – I go home to London and we try to carry on a long distance relationship to see how things pan out. Personally I'm not very taken with that idea either as I know I'm going to miss you like hell as soon as I'm out of your sight.'

Jo murmured her assent and nodded slightly. So far so good!

'3 – You could give up your life here and move back to London with me. I can't really see that working either, especially as you've just found something you really want to do and are starting to build a nice life for yourself here and frankly, I would never forgive myself if you gave that up for me.'

Jo was absolutely still and silent now; in fact I'm pretty sure she was holding her breath.

'4th and final option – I quit my job and move down to Cornwall to be with you.' There, I'd said it; now it was my turn to hold my breath.

'Where's the catch with this option?' Jo whispered into my shoulder, obviously waiting for the downside.

'Well, there are several. It's going to take some time as I either have to sell or rent my flat and I would have to work an 8 week notice period. On top of that I wouldn't have a job when I got here and I don't know how long it would take to find one and I won't have anywhere to live.'

'But what about everything else?' Jo said excitedly as she sat up straight, grasped my hand and stared into my eyes. 'What about your friends and the life you have in London?'

'Babe, you know I've always loved this part of the country and I'm tired of London, I'd just be making a move sooner than planned. As for my friends – if they're real friends then they'll support my decision and will stay in touch and come to visit. My only concern is whether you really want me to be here?'

She didn't answer in words. She flung herself at me making the swing chair rock alarmingly, nearly spilling us out onto the floor as she hugged me so tightly I was fighting for air. Her face was buried into my neck and I could feel her tears on my skin, so I pulled away and looked her in the eye.

'Are you ok Baby?'

'I walked out and left you in the lurch and even when I knew it was a mistake I was too cowardly to come back. I broke your heart and you're still prepared to do this for me, for us?'

Jo had ended up laying half across my lap looking up at me with something close to incredulity on her face. I took her face in my hands and dried her tears with my thumbs, smiling down into her wonderful eyes.

'Yes I am. I Love you Jo and it's not often in life we get second chances and it feels right somehow. We only get one life and then we're a long time dead, so I refuse to spend the rest of my days wondering "what if" because I didn't take this chance.

I will need your help and support in making the move though ....... and maybe somewhere to live?'

'Oh god Vicki I don't deserve you! I promise I won't let you down again.'

Jo's lips met mine in a kiss that while searing in it's intensity was slow and sensuous. I felt like my heart would beat out of my chest I was so happy; I had my woman back and I had every intention of never letting her go again.

I groaned into Jo's mouth as I felt her fingers glide over my nipples. Only lightly, with just enough pressure to leave me wanting more as her hand moved to undo the buttons on my shirt.

My own hand was caressing Jo's upper thigh, dipping under the hem of her shorts and trying to head north but we were in a strange position and access wasn't easy.

I don't know if you've ever tried to make love on a swinging seat but let me tell you, it's not simple! As Jo sat herself fully in my lap and her tongue snaked it's way back inside my mouth we swung forward dramatically, effectively tipping us out of the seat. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet and found myself holding Jo in my arms as if I was cradling a very large child.

Jo giggled and tried to get down but I figured that now was as good a time as any to show her the results of my frequent visits to the gym and I easily carried her in through the back door and up into the bedroom, where I deposited the laughing woman unceremoniously onto the bed.

She reached out and grabbed my hands; tugging me down on top of her and her arms crushed me against her chest as her lips sought mine in a bruising kiss.

I'm not sure how we managed to get our clothes off so quickly without actually tearing them, but soon enough we were both buck naked and writhing against each other, trying to connect with as much skin as possible.

We each had a thigh between each other's legs and we ground against each other, arousal building to fever pitch as we left slippery trails on each other, until Jo suddenly stopped. I wondered where she was going for a brief moment but in no time at all she had manoeuvred us so that we were lying on our sides in at sixty nine position and her arms were wrapped around my thighs, pulling my hot, wet pussy against her hungry mouth.

I have no idea ho long we lay like that, bringing each other to the brink over and over again with lips and tongues that had forgotten nothing about each other in the 3 years we had been apart.

We all but mirrored each other's actions as we wrapped our tongues around engorged and swollen clits, sucking hard until we were both panting and struggling to concentrate on the task at hand, slowing down to lick and suck and nibble, gently lapping and fucking each other with our tongues until the immediate urgency had reduced slightly; not much – just enough to allow us to drive each other mad by repeating the process again and again.

Eventually we were too turned on not to come and as if my mutual consent we drove fingers into wanting cunts, the juices slurping as we pumped in and out as our mouths continued to assault sensitive bundles of nerves.

Jo came first but not by much. The sensation of her thighs tightening around my head and trapping me in place as she screamed my name into my sex triggered my own release and I was screaming with her as wave after wave of glorious sensation rolled over us until we were slack and replete.

As we snuggled under the covers, basking in a post coital glow, we held each other tightly, caressing gently and softly, occasionally drifting off into contented slumber.

I was roused by the movement of the bed and opened my eyes to find that Jo had left my side. I felt instantly bereft without her warm skin pressed against my side and got up to search for her.

As I left the bedroom she was just exiting the bathroom and the smile that leapt onto her face at seeing me had my libido doing cartwheels again, so I embraced her naked form fiercely and gently pushed her back into the bathroom as I kissed her, allowing my lips and gently probing tongue to convey the passion I felt.

Again, Jo anticipated me and reached into the shower to start the water running without her lips ever leaving mine; pulling me into the stall with her once the water was running warm.

I turned her around so her back was to me and washed her long, silky hair; running my fingers through it and massaging her scalp as her arse pushed back against me, trying to make contact.

I squeezed a large blob of creamy, slippery shower gel onto a sponge and gently soaped her back before kneeling down and running the sponge up her legs, massaging and caressing her thighs but avoiding the place she needed me the most for the longest time and when I did run the soapy sponge over her arse and dipped slightly between her legs I didn't linger despite her best efforts to trap my hand between her thighs.

I reached around her and started to wash her front, her soapy tits keeping me enthralled for some time as my free hand massaged the suds into which ever one wasn't being bathed by the sponge.

She was whimpering now and leaning back into me for support, her hands reaching back and grasping my arse, pulling us in tightly and melding us together as my soapy hands washed circles around her tummy.

Jo obviously expected me to tease further and when the sponge suddenly slid between her legs, bathing her sex in fragrant soap as my other hand tweaked her nipple her knees buckled and I had to grasp her tightly to stop her falling.

I massaged between her legs slowly and sensuously, whilst still maintaining the pretence of washing her until my resolve broke and I dropped the sponge to the shower floor as I slid my fingers between the satin folds that were glossy with her need.

I pressed myself against her back, kissing between her shoulder blades as my fingers slipped between her swollen lips, her breath coming in gasps and pants as her legs started to tremble.

One, then two fingers found their way inside her tight pussy, stroking firmly and stoking the fire that was burning within, the palm of my hand mashing her clit into her body with each upward thrust.

I knew she wouldn't last much longer so I spun her around and claimed her free nipple with my mouth as I continued to twist and tease and pull the other one in my fingers, crossing the two fingers that were fucking her and driving them into her G spot again and again as my thumb rubbed her clit.

Her eyes flew open and she stared down into mine as the sensations claimed her. She gripped my shoulders for support and babbled incoherently, flooding my hand and arm as the mother of all orgasms ricocheted through her body and the walls of her pussy gripped my fingers tightly until I gently removed them so that I could lower her carefully onto the shower floor, barely conscious.

I knew I was going to leave her soon, even if just for a little while and I wanted to leave her with something to remember me by. For me, the sight of Jo sprawled in the shower looking dazed and completely fucked was going to fuel my fantasies until I could be there with her again.



Lost and Found



I was thinking of spending time in the hilly part of Georgia for the hunting. My home was in north western Maine and I had no intention of giving that up but I thought having a camp where I could do some quail shooting would be good. So I rented a new Airstream on a plot of land I leased for ten years and set up a nice camp with a BBQ and a gas powered outdoor oven. 

I had a screened outdoor sitting area constructed so I could sit at night without being bothered by the skeeters. Running water, electricity and a cesspit finished it off. 

For two weeks I just relaxed learning how to use all my new toys. Nine days into this I was sitting on the stoop having a smoke and drinking some Old Forester when an absolutely glorious young girl came walking up to me. She looked to be a high school student, tall and slim with what seemed like a flat chest but she had the face of an angel and wearing flip flops showing the prettiest feet and toes . Her legs were tubes sticking out of her cutoffs and the shirt she wore was tied at the waist leaving her flat tummy and navel in plain view. She was a dirty blond with her hair cut above the shoulders and dramatic gray eyes. The girl was beautiful.

"I'm Amy. Do you need any help, like washing the dishes or cleaning the house?" she said.

"My name is Matt." I said. "There isn't much to do here but I could use someone to keep an eye on the place when I'm gone. Come inside and look around." She stepped out of her flip flops as she went into the camper. Of course everything was brand new so there was damned little to do except the laundry or cleaning the bathroom and the dinner dishes. I had her sit at the dining table and gave her a Coke as I refreshed my drink. 

"How old are you, Amy?" I asked.

"I'm eighteen. I graduated from high school last month." she said

"If you decide to work here I would like you to spend time here, just hanging out. You can watch the tv, use the bathroom, raid the fridge, anything you want. The company of a pretty Girl would be appreciated. Do you have a driver's license?" she nodded. "Good, then you could do errands.

"Can you cook?"

I'm not much of a cook." she said.

"That's ok." I said. "I'm an excellent cook but mostly I cook food men like, you know like 

steaks, roasts, stews. But we could make adjustments as time goes on. Now tell me about 

yourself. Do you live with your family? Are you married or do you have a boyfriend? Where do 

you live and do you have a cute younger sister?" That made her laugh. I could tell that she 

already liked me. 

At 26 years of age I was 6' 6", slim and naturally muscular with blond hair and blue eyes. Girls had never been a problem for me although there never seemed to be enough of them. The 

more time I spent with Amy the better she looked. She had the body type I like above all others. 

I was turned off by big tits and super curvaceous bodies. I liked them tall and lean. 

"Why don't we try it for two weeks?" I said. What were you thinking in terms of money?" I asked.

"I don't know, like maybe five dollars if I come to clean the place." she said. 

"No, No." I said. You haven't been listening. I want you to spend your day here whenever 

possible and sometimes into the evening. If you stay late into the evening, that would be ok. 

We could have dinner together. As I said, I would like the company of a pretty girl. Let's say 

$80/day, as many days as you want to work. And if you spend an entire day into the evening 

we could make it $100." She was shocked. 

"That's more than my father makes." she said.

"It would all be cash. Nothing to the government. No paper work" I said. "When can you start?"

"Now." she said.

"Good." I said. It was only nine in the morning so I said, "Let's drive into town. We're going 

to need some more stuff. You should get some clothes you can keep here. There's actually a 

room, a very small room, that you can use when you want to change or take a nap. I don't expect you to stand at attention all day. What I want is for you to enjoy your time here." 

So we spent the day together. At my insistance she bought quite a lot of clothes and footwear, 

sneakers and casual shoes and boots for bushwacking. We bought extra towels, bathrobes 

and slippers. She was embarrassed when I helped her pick out underwear and socks. "No bra." I said. "You have to give me something to look at. Amy was beginning to get the jist of what was happening and gave me a smile. 

I had her buy jeans and a jean jacket along with 

skimpy halter tops and T shirts. 

We had lunch at Olive Garden. To Amy this was living the high life. Then we went back. She 

put her things in the room that was designated as her's while I prepared the chicken I had bought for roasting. After rinsing out the cavity I put in some commercial stuffing loosely along with a sprig of cilantro and some salt and pepper before sewing the cavity shut with cooking cord. Then I rubbed the entire bird down with butter before setting it aside.

Amy watched my HDTV as I planned our simple dinner. Roast chicken with boiled potatos and canned kernel corn. I made a fresh bread. Being a competent cook none of this was difficult. We sat outside in the screened area eating our meal. The girl could eat. She loved the chicken, roasted until the skin was crispy and the interior juicy and tender.

There was a little left over that I placed on the table in the camper covering it for later.

"What did you think of the meal?" I asked.

"I've never had chicken that good." she said. "Momma always cooks it until it's tough and 

it's always fried in oil." I let her watch a soap as I smoked and had some Old Forester outside. I never smoked in the camper. Finally Amy came out and said she should go home. 

It wasn't far so I walked her to her house. "Quite a day huh?" I said.

"It was wonderful. I can hardly believe it." she said. "Thank you so much." she walked into me and kissed me on the cheek. I held her and kissed her on the lips, making it last, then I said goodnight. Unless she was dense there was no doubt that she knew where we were going with this. On the way back to the camper I continued to smell her breath. Funny how every girl is different. All day long she looked better and better to me.

The next morning she came early, actually waking me up. I gave her a key of her own and urinated with the door open as she busied herself in the kitchen, glacing at my morning half hard cock. She watched me shave and gave me privacy when I stripped to shower, the door still open. I know she looked, checking me out.

We had pancakes and coddled eggs with coffee. She looked wonderful. I was fascinated by her lovely feet and toes. Some girls have a big toe that sticks up which ruins the effect. Amy's toes remained flat, her toes long and straight. I wanted to suck each one and I could only look 

forward to the smell of her sex. 

She cleaned up the breakfast dishes and then worked on tidying up the yard. I gave her the keys to the car and had her go find a leg of lamb, some cloves of garlic, rosemary and a bag of potatos. She returned about 90 minutes later. 

For lunch we had canned crabmeat on rolls with lettuce, mayo and Coke Zero. Since I had begun to live alone I baked everyday; bread, rolls and pies. On this day I made us a custard pie to eat with our evening meal. 

After lunch I lay on my bed to take a nap as Amy did the same. I couldn't very well jump her bones even though that's what I wanted to do.

She loved the HDTV and watched it as I cooked the leg of lamb, pricking the meat with a sharp knife and putting slivers of garlic into the flesh. Then I sprinkled rosemary over it and put it in the oven. I made boiled potatos again along with asparagus drizzled with melted butter. Once again she loved the food. 

As we ate in the screened off area a hound dog walked up and looked at us. 

"That's Lost." she said. "He don't belong to nobody but he seems to get along ok. Everyone 

calls him Lost."

"We could use a good dog here. What do you say we keep him, we can call him Found." I said. "We'll have to clean him up before we let him inside. That's something else you can do. 

Bring him to a vet and get him shots and a good wash. Whatever is needed."

So far I had not made any move towards her except for that one kiss but I knew she was thinking about it. "How are we going to do the laundry?" she asked, the first time intimating that we were a team. 

"There must be someone locally who can do that, just pay them to do it a couple of times a 

week." I said. I gave her some cash to do these errands. Suddenly Amy was living large with a 

nice car and new clothes and money in her pocket.

That evening she stayed late, watching the tv. Instead of going home she disappeared into her room. Later, when I lay down she got into bed beside me wearing a bathrobe and nothing else. When I kissed her she drew away.

"Between the cigarettes and the whiskey you're a hard man to kiss." she said. 

I already had her bathrobe open and kissed her aggressive nipples and shallow tits. I couldn't

wait to smell her sex, going down quickly as she bent her knees and spread her legs for me. I 

knew nothing of her sexual history but it would soon become apparent if she was experienced. For all I knew she might not even masturbate. 

I kissed her closed labia before cupping her asscheeks in my palms and opening her sex with my thumbs. She was pungent with sweat, urine and secretions. I licked her pink anus smelling the remnants of her last stool as she moaned, then probed her vaginal orifice licking her from anus to her clitoris. 

When my tongue made contact with her clit it was like an electric shock as Amy tensed up and made a little cry as she held my head. 

I much preferred oral sex to copulation so I did not hesitate to make her cum with my tongue. Her release came quickly as she held her breath while her spasms racked her body before falling back and sobbing from the relief. An excellent orgasm. I licked away the corona of gray vaginal debris she had pushed out before going up to kiss her. I wasn't quite done, going down to kiss her feet and toes before I lay beside her. 

"You're very beautiful." I said. 

"No one ever did that, you know, with their tongue. I got crazy excited. I've never done it 

before, I wanted to but the boys are such losers so I always say no." she said.

"I see, so you're still a virgin." I said. She nodded.

"You can remain a virgin if you want. I'm happy with the oral sex." I said.

"No, I want to do it. It's like this big thing that everyone talks about. Momma says not to do it all the time, but I want to do it. I want to know what's it's like to be fucked. All the other girls have done it. It makes me kinda weird if you know what I mean." she said. "The boys all 

avoid me because the other girls do it with them all time. I feel like a freak."

"Well you are not a freak. You're beautiful and have a lovely body and your sex smells like

heaven and your orgasm was stupendous." I said. We kissed for a few minutes. Kissing is not my favorite thing but sometimes you just have to. I knew it was something she needed. 

I smelled her underarms detecting the odor of sweat as I licked both sides. She didn't shave.I

went back down to lick her sex and anus before coming up to her.

"I need to cum, sweetheart. Help me." I whispered. It was all new to Amy as she felt my cock and scrotum, going down to smell and kiss my sex. She was clumsy, obviously learning as she 

went, but her tongue felt wet and warm. She took my glans into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. I was more than ready, feeling my sex tighten as I began to ejaculate into her mouth after she had barely begun to stroke me. 

Amy pulled her mouth away as she tried to deal with the pulsing jets of cum. It doesn't last long but the resulting mess of semen on my sheets made it plain to Amy that this was not how someone had oral sex. 

"I'm sorry." she said.

"It's ok, you'll learn. Some girls take it into their mouth and then spit it out but eventually 

most of them swallow it. Once it's in your mouth and you realise that's it's not so bad, well most girl eventually swallow it."

We both got in the shower, crowded but pleasant to feel slippery skin. We dried off and 

changed the bedding on my bed. Amy now had her own toothbrush so she used it and used mouthwash. Now our relationship had undergone a seachange. I sat in my bathrobe outdoors having a cigarette and a drink. What a relief it had been to cum. The pressure had been building up until I knew I would have to masturbate

Found sat next to me, having already enjoyed the lamb bone rich with rare lamb flesh that I 

had given him. Looking at him closely, he wasn't completely infested with ticks. I rubbed his 

head and behind his ears as he sat by me. I made a note to buy meat and bones he could enjoy. It was obvious he wasn't going to wander off. He had found his place in the world.

So I had my new home, a dog and a squeeze. Things were looking up for me.

The next day Amy had her period and stayed in bed most of the day. I had to go out and buy her maxi pads and mini pads. The Airstream had a small tub that she used to wash herself. She did it three times. 

By the evening she felt much better and watched tv as I served a three cheese and spinach cassarole. I roasted 2 meaty beef ribs on the BBQ that I gave to Found.

When I sat with Amy she said, "I feel sexy when I have my period. Is that normal?" 

"I wouldn't know about that but I feel sexy thinking about what you would taste like. Towards the end it's kind of gross, but that first day it's like rare, prime beef." I said.

She looked at me. "You really want to taste it?" she asked.

"It's ok, do what feels good to you, Amy. You don't have to do anything you don't want to." I said.

The next thing I knew she had her legs spread as I pulled her labia apart. There was little to 

see at first but as I probed her vaginal opening with my tongue some red blood presented, and the more I licked her the more came out. However I switched to her clitoris and quickly brought her to orgasm which resulted in a stream of blood running down her asscrack.

After, she took my glans into her mouth and stroked my shaft, making me cum in her mouth. 

She went to the sink and half spit half swallowed my cum. Then she gagged.

After a few minutes she said, You're right, once it's in your mouth you might as well swallow it."

She was still on the rag the next day so we stayed close to home, taking a walk so I could look over the country behind my plot of land. We got along well, stopping in an old orchard to 

kiss. Already Amy was kissing like a lover, displaying a certain intimacy that's hard to define, something you never experience on a date.

Found worked like a hunting dog in front of us 

and put up several quail. I should have brought the shotgun. When we got back she soaked 

in the tub as I sat with Found next to me. I knew I drank too much but I liked it, the smokes too. 

I put a smoked shoulder in the outdoor oven for dinner and peeled potatos. Having come from Maine, a meal without potatos was a mistake. The outdoor gas oven was my idea. Cooking meat in the oven in the camper was a sure way to corrupt it with smoke and a fatty film of grime. Outside none of that mattered.

While the meat cooked Amy fell asleep on her

bunk in the tiny room she was using. I looked at a baseball game.

That evening before we ate Amy said. "It's so nice staying here. At home it's hard to wash 

when I have my period. Here I can wash whenever I like. 

"Don't wash too much the rest of the time." I said. "I like to smell you."

"I know." she said.

The smoked shoulder provided a lot of fat and pigskin and several slices of meat that I put

away for breakfast. We ate the rest of the ham as we watched a football game on the tv I kept 

outside. The rest I gave to Found. He might die of heart failure at an early age but he would die happy. That night Amy slept with me with no funny business. She wasn't even going home anymore. This might present a problem, like maybe she thought this would last forever.

It was the next afternoon that I fucked her. We began exploring our bodies until I judged Amy to be ready. With lube on my cock I slipped into her until she winced with pain. As she began to say something I drove into her all the way to her cervix as she cried out. She cried abit and complained about the pain as I waited for the excitement to die down. Then, ever so slowly, I began to fuck her with short strokes until she began to respond. After a few minutes I fucked her hard and deep as she met my strokes. 

She became frantic with her growing excitement until she became vocal. "Yes, Matt. Yes. It's 

good." she said until she wrapped her legs around mine and rode her first vaginal orgasm as I 

flooded her sex with semen. We lay there, spent for a moment, before I slowly pulled out of 

her, going down to lick away the blood and semen from her sex and thighs. 

"You know how you can squirt out your menstrual fluid? I asked. She nodded. "Do it now in my mouth." I said. After eating all she had to offer I fell back beside her.

"You'll be sore tomorrow." I said, but you were lucky to cum. Many girls don't the first time." I said.

"It was great." she said. "But when you do it with your tongue it's more intense." Already an

expert. She went back into the tub as I washed my face at the sink before putting on some shorts and sitting outside to smoke and drink. It was good, but I knew that some new girl was bound to get my attention. It had always been that way with me. 

Amy did better than most, staying with me for four months before I settled up with her, giving 

her enough to start in business school. A sexy waitress at an Arby's caught my eye and she liked skeet shooting.



Lost and Found



William sits in the passenger seat of his own car, being too tired to drive home. He has just returned from a grueling business seminar. Even though he came out on top, he longs for better days when he isn't traveling so much. It has taken over his life, and he can't help thinking that it's not too good for relationships either. It has ruined every one. He lives a comfortable existence in a nice house and can even afford a housekeeper. As much as he enjoys all that he has accomplished, it is a lonely existence. His only saving grace is his live in housekeeper, or as some would say, his domestic servant.

Heidi sits in the driver's seat and handles his BMW 7 series like a pro on the rainy roads. He rarely even drives it anymore. She has use of it most of the time. She either takes him in to work or he drives himself with her, and then she takes it to run errands, eventually picking him up in the afternoon. He smiles a bit as he looks over at her, knowing he would be a lot less efficient if she had not been around all these years. She performs all of his domestic duties and some business ones as well, with great efficiency. She has accompanied him occasionally on business trips, but usually does not. He knows that when he is away, it gives her a much needed break from performing so many duties for him. 

She had come into his service one day when he saw her outside a coffee shop asking for spare change. He had asked her if she wanted a one day job cleaning up after a party. She had done such a good job with the task, that he hired her for weekly cleaning. Eventually he gave her more and more, until finally she became a live in domestic servant. That was 5 years ago.

"Almost home Mr. Chambers," The 24 year old says, "Do you want some dinner? I made some chicken soup right before going to the airport."

"That would be great, Heidi," He answers then pauses, "How long have you worked for me?"

"5 years 1 month," She answers with a smile.

"In all that time, haven't I told you that you don't have to give me a title?" He asks.

"I know, but it's just hard to do otherwise," She smiles, "I'll try, William."

William rests his head back and glances out the window a moment. Letting out a yawn, he turns a bit and stares off toward the middle of the car. After a moment his eyes focus within the low glow of the dashboard lights and he realizes that he has been staring at Heidi's legs. Even though it's an honest mistake from being so tired, he quickly looks away and clears his throat. Closing his eyes a moment he tries to get the business trip out of his head. Opening them again a moment later, he sees Heidi smiling at him. He turns a bit to face her.

"You can nap," she says, "I can handle the rest."

"I know you can," He sighs, "Damn good job of it all too."

"Thank you," She smiles.

William again stares lazily off in her direction. He looks her over and sees that she is wearing the skirt and top he got for her a few months back when he needed her assistance on a business trip. He remembers how professional and neat she looked in it. She fit the roll perfectly. He had told her of the scenario and that he had needed a good looking assistance to impress foreign clients. He had told her she could refuse if she was not comfortable, but she went anyway. He can't help thinking that the highlight of that trip had been seeing how she looked the next day on Miami Beach in her two piece bright green bathing suit. Her long auburn had hair flowed in the light breeze much like it does now with the window down part way. He remembers how self conscious she seemed that day. They had even built a sand castle, before sitting on the beach helping her study for her community college final exams. He had paid for her classes as an additional benefit and because he has always thought she would eventually move on someday. 

His expression flattens out a bit as he remembers another part of the conversation that day. He had asked her why she had not meet a nice guy to settle down with. She reminded him that she was trying to finish college that he had paid for, and that it wasn't the right time. But she ended the conversation with something that he has always remembered. It had puzzled him so much and still does. But she would never explain it. He remembered her words exactly, 'I have had my eye on someone, but he is...unobtainable'. She never explained it further and he has never asked.

"I got the things that you wanted," Heidi says, waking him from his daze, "Some new shirts, and the special gift you wanted for New York next month."

"Oh thank you," He says with a yawn.

"You're on top of things as usual. How about a raise?" He asks with a smile.

"Oh just your charm, wit, and perfect haircut will do, thanks," She answers.

"Well you are the one that gives my haircuts, and all the rest you make easier too," He smiles.

"Yes," She says softly, deep in thought.

"Better than getting it wrong all the time right?" William asks.

"Oh I hate to think what would happen if I did that," She smiles.

"Me too. But I'd probably just put you over my knee," William jokes.

"Ha! Well in that case I have to tell you that the soup kinda sucks," She giggles.

"Funny. There is no way you can get me to believe that," He smiles.

They have always joked around. William knows it is barely tasteful at times, but she always throws it back at him. It keeps him on his toes and has the added effect of keeping him in tune enough to deal with any client he comes across. She has never thought less of him, and he always takes the comical lumps in stride. He knows she is a force to be reckoned with. She once scolded him for tracking dirt in the house. It ended with just her pinching him on the leg with a half frown, half grin. 

The casual nature of their arrangement has had many adjustments. He walks into the bathroom from his room in nothing more than his boxers, and she sometimes helps him finish dressing on important days. Although she has only done it one time, and it was only a few weeks ago, she exited the hallway bathroom with just a t-shirt and panties on. William realizes that he may have looked a little taken back after seeing it. He thinks that is probably why she has never done it again. 

"Ho man," William stretches as they pull into the long driveway and stop.

"I'll get the stuff," Heidi says, "You go on, shower, rest."

"Oh I'm not helpless," William says as he starts gathering his things, "Besides, I have to get in better shape."

"Oh you're fine," Heidi smiles, "You hit your treadmill 3 times a week. Better than I do."

"Yeah but I'm feeling rather filled out lately," William says as he follows her into the house, "You do that yoga thing with that way too tight piece on out on the lawn though sometimes."

"Oh I do that in the morning now after I drop you off, and I stopped wearing that thing," She says.

"Oh what do you wear now?" He asks.

"Nothing," She grins.

"Maybe I should call in sick tomorrow," He jokes.

"If you do you'll stay in bed and not be able to look out there anyway," Heidi says.

"Naturally," William says.

"But that's why you should eat my food," She says. 

"Wait, that's the tofu rabbit food stuff you eat for lunch?" He grins.

"Yeah well, it keeps me healthy," She said as she takes some things into the kitchen.

"Some of those greens look like the weeds at the edge of the backyard near the trees," William says.

"Some of them are," Heidi smiles, "Why do you think I put those sticks and string around them? So they don't get chewed up by the lawn mower. I want to get something more permanent to put around them."

"I guess that makes sense," William said, "The mower already gets enough fiber."

"But you don't William," She says.

"Well maybe throw some hamburger on top of it and I'll try it," He smiles as he heads up the stairs.

"You know I could just make my food all the time. Then you'd have to eat it," She jokes.

"Fine, torture me then. But go ahead and get what you need to section off your weeds if you want," He hollers down the stairs.

"Good, your punishment begins tomorrow, and thank you," She smiles as she walks back into the kitchen.

A second later Heidi hears the shower run. She smiles knowing full well that she will keep to what she says. His next meal of, 'rabbit food' as he calls it will be a surprise. But after all it is her job to keep him and his house going. She decides she wants to plan it and will have to give it a little thought before tomorrow. She knows she will work her usual miracles at some point. She has always done her job and cares for him, and if only her really knew why. Soon she realizes that she had been daydreaming a bit too much as William has already finished his shower.

"Hot," she smiles at him in his boxers when he returns.

"Just too tired to get dressed sorry," William sighs, "Can't believe how beat I am."

"Yeah but you managed to get something on," She smiles as she sits on the family room chair and watches as he sits down across from her.

"Oh that was hard enough to do," He yawns, "But that's nothing you want to see anyway."

"You sure?" Heidi jokes.

"No I guess I'm not sure," William says as he takes a sip of the wine she had set out for him, "But still I don't want to scare you or something. I need to keep you around."

"Scare me?" she says as she sips her wine, "How so?"

"Well you know. I am your employer, and shouldn't be displaying myself like that," He says as he watches her pour him more wine.

"Whatever you say boss," She smiles as she shifts to the side, "But you haven't answered my question."

"You know you can have all you want of this wine. You don't have to sip it", William says.

"Oh no. You know what this does to me. Half a glass and I'm on the floor," Heidi says, "So?"

"Yeah the floor is clean, you see to that. Oh yeah. Company Christmas party. I had to carry you into the car, then upstairs," He grins.

"I was blitzed. But they kept pouring more," She smiles, "Anyway I guess I was lucky you were not like other guys...so?"

"Like the 10 other guys that were after you at the party and my secretary." He says.

"Wow, Sheila wanted me too? Yeah, well anybody could have had me unfortunately. Even you. But you didn't take advantage of me. That's what I love, I mean, that's why you're a good boss," she corrects quickly and drinks more wine, "So?"

"I had to tell Tanner from accounting to back off. I did it rather forcefully too. He had you in his arms heading to the taxi lane," William says as he finishes the glass and pours more for both of them.

"Damn I guess it's good I don't remember much of that night," Heidi says starting to feel fuzzy, "So?"

"So I knew that you were my assistant and I had a responsibility. Have. That was it. But the comment about him dressing good for the unemployment line comment I made seemed to sober him up a bit," William says now starting to slur a bit.

"Is that the only reason?" She says now with an obvious hint of intoxication.

"I was responsible", He says softly, "No other reason, even when you tried to kiss, um, when you tried to drink more."

"What? What were you going to say?" She says with a haze.

"Nothing," He says softly and gulps his wine.

Thinking for a moment, Heidi knows exactly what he was going to say. She had no idea that she tried to kiss him that night. She has had some feelings for him for a long time now, but she must have tried to act on them 6 months ago at the company Christmas party. But he never told her. For a moment she wonders if perhaps he has feelings as well. If this is true then why has he not acted on them? In her haze she begins to reason it out and comes to the conclusion that perhaps she is overreacting and their relationship is as it always has been. They are employer and employee and that is all. But it doesn't stop her in her haze, from trying to find out for sure.

"Can you answer my question boss?" She asks with a heavy haze.

"Question?" William asks in his own haze filled state, "Oh yeah I'll try your food. Nothing to lose I guess."

"No, I mean yeah, good you can try it," She stutters, "I mean why would it scare me if you walk around here like mother nature made you?"

"Not appropriate. But I thought we were talking about food. Or was that before?" He slurs, "Walking with stuff hanging out around my assistant. When are you going to find someone anyway and settle down?"

"Should let me judge what's inappropriate. But I am waiting for someone. Someone that is in my mind all the time," She says.

"So not, like it's not inappropriate for me to let it all hang out? Oh yeah sorry for freaking out that one time you came out all with those, you know, on them, hearts, red. It's ok. You live here too. Wait... waiting for who?" He asks.

"Wow, you remember the hearts. Someone special, more like wishing rather than waiting," She says as she sips the last of her wine, "He doesn't know how special he is."

"Well they," He says as he looks at her grin, "Sorta stood out, yeah sorry."

"It isn't even that big. Like the size of a fifty cent piece. Good eyes. Not as big as your outline in your boxers," Heidi says then nearly chokes on her wine, "I didn't say that."

"Yeah there is a crease in these because they are new I guess," William says as he reaches down to adjust them.

"Keep pulling on them and it shows even more," Heidi slurs, "Yeah go ahead."

"Well not anymore," He says as he pulls on his waist band, "Crease is gone."

"Yeah but something else isn't leaving much to my imagination," She slurs as she stares at the front of his boxers.

"You imagine creases in my boxers?" He asks.

"You are thick sometimes, but I guess it's just as well," Heidi says, "Sorry that was rude."

"Ah I'm not putting on weight am I?" William says as he stands and stumbles forward a little.

"No you're not, you look so good," She answers unintentionally, and then tries to cover, "I mean you are fine."

"Ok thanks. But back to that, the other thing. Just tell him how you feel," He slurs then looks at his boxers, "I don't see any creases now."

"No they don't boss, I mean William. That's not what I meant," She stutters.

"Well it's ok wear what you want," He says with a smile, "Wait, were we talking about your underwear or mine? I'm confused now."

"Yeah me too a little. But, ok you say I have your permission to come out of the shower any way I want?" Heidi grins.

"As long as you don't mind an honest reaction," He says with a slur, "I can do the shame, ah same if you're not careful."

"Well let me know the next time you take a shower," Heidi grins with half closed eyes.

"Oh Heidi, you do so much," William laughs as he nearly stumbles into his chair, "You don't have to help me shower too."

"Why not?" She says without thinking, "I mean, well if for some reason you can't."

"Hope I'm never that sick or bad off," He smiles.

"So it would be bad taking a shower with me?" She asks with a grin.

"Wait, what?" He stammers, "Were we really talking about that?"

"Yeah I guess so, but you started it," Heidi laughs.

"I thought this started with your rabbit food," William says.

"That was way before that," She slurs.

"So how did we get on this thing about showering?" He asks.

"Somewhere between the second and fourth glass," She answers.

"And a crease in my boxers," William says.

"Something besides the crease, William," Heidi says.

"Are they ripped?" He asks, looking down at himself.

"No. Well I guess in a way. You know you are kinda thick when you're drinking," She says as she sets her glass on the end table.

"Ah well, I'll look at them tomorrow," He says as he stops looking down, "As long as nothing is showing."

"Yeah too bad," Heidi sighs.

"Were you saying something about telling something to someone?" William says, stopping a moment to analyze his rather haphazard sentence.

"Yeah a while back," Heidi sighs.

"Well say something when you get a chance," William smiles.

"I wish," She sighs, "But I can see he doesn't feel the same."

"Sorry", He says almost unaware of his own words, "Maybe take a chance anyway. You should be happy."

"So should he," Heidi whispers, "I'd do anything to make him happy."

During a long pause, Heidi thinks of his words. They seem to resonate within her even with a head so clouded, she can barely see him. How she wishes to say something but knows that even sober, if she were to make hints about it, he would not catch on. To her, this seems to be the life of a professional man. He's on business so often. Still his words give her a moment of clarity, and enough to do as he suggests. 

In a moment of liquid courage, Heidi stands up out of her seat. It takes more than one try, but she manages it eventually. She walks over to him and sits down beside him. Looking into his eyes, she does her best to speak. But before she does, she leans over and kisses him softly on the cheek.

"That's for the night you brought me home from the party", Heidi smiles weakly.

"It's no problem," William says as he looks at twin images of her.

"You told me to say something, and not wait," She says after making a large effort to stand, "Ok then. I'm in love with you William. With your smile, the way you look at me, talk to me, and take care of me, and everything else about you. I love you."

William watches as she turns and stumbles up the stairs. He sits a moment staring at the glass of wine now nearly gone. Her words take a few minutes to hit him. Suddenly and with a brief moment of clarity he cannot believe that he had not seen it before. All the smiles, extra efforts in her every day work, her closeness sometimes when they would be working, and other things had escaped him until now. He wonders if his deep involvement in his work makes him so unaware. She makes his life so much easier with the work she does. All the papers she prepares while he works on another task, keeping his house spotless, paying all his bills, doing all the laundry, doing his shopping, leaving little helper notes with smiley faces, taking care of him when he is sick, and putting up with him.

"I only hired her to keep the house up," He says softly to no one, "But she's so much more."

William sets the drink down and closes his eyes. He thinks of her doing all those things without him really asking. He thinks of the fishing and camping trip a month ago, and how last minute he asked her to go. How her face glowed when he asked her. They had a wonderful time staying up late just talking around a campfire. He remembers that it looked like she wanted to tell him something that night. But she hesitated. The next day it was business as usual. William starts to drift off to sleep right there on the couch and as he does, he thinks only of Heidi and how such perfection has been here all along.

*

"You need to get up for your meeting," Heidi says to him, "William wake up."

"Oh my," He yawns and notices he is still on the couch.

William lifts his head and looks out the window to see that it is already morning. He slowly rises and goes upstairs to quickly get dressed. Even from upstairs he can smell the breakfast Heidi is making. As he descends the stairs while fixing his tie, he thinks of how he is going to bring up the subject of what she said last night. As he reaches the table, he can feel the tension in the air. He knows what he wants to say to her but just can't seem to get the words out. He can't help thinking that his dedication to work is what makes it so that he is not good in situations like this. It starts to irritate him a little as he knows his own mastery of difficult business situations and the fact that he can't even talk about something so simple. The words do not come.

It's the first time they have been silent during breakfast in all these years, and all Heidi does is take a few bites and push her food around. As she begins to clean the kitchen, William remembers that this has always been something she usually does after he leaves. William still feels awkward with the vague memory of her telling him she loves him last night. He is not completely convinced that she even said it. But maybe he had said something odd too, based on her silence this morning. Because he has to go deliver a lengthy report on his trip, he doesn't have any more time to dwell on it. He knows that throughout the day it will come back into his thoughts. 




Lost and Found



Besides brief talk about his presentation, as she drives him to work they are silent. As he says his morning goodbyes and usual compliments to Heidi, William leaves her in the car still with heavy thoughts. As she drives away, he sees a look in her eyes but doesn't quite understand it. To him it seems like a combination of sadness with a slight smile. For the whole day it disturbs him. 

At work and after delivering a masterful report, he stays at his office just sitting at his desk for an extra hour wondering what he should do. He thinks heavily about Heidi realizing that he enjoys having her around so much, but his busy schedule doesn't leave him much time to think of her in any other way. He knows that she is already an integral part of his personal life and business and that there is just one thing missing. It is something that has touched his mind before but he always shoves it away. He has feelings for her too. However, late in the day telling her about his feelings suddenly becomes a lot more urgent.

"Strange," he says as he calls the house and then her mobile phone without an answer on each.

Usually when he is running late and doesn't call her for a ride, Heidi calls just to check on him. But there is no call today and she does not answer. He grows concerned, and gathers his things to leave. All the way home he grows more and more worried. He knows now that his feelings are that of someone a bit more than just a housekeeper.

Taking a taxi to get home, he asks the driver to be swift in getting him there. Speeding into the driveway, he pays the driver and he looks around and finds nothing unusual. Quickly exiting the taxi, he looks through the garage side window and sees his car inside. William opens the door to his house and calls her name, then again. Without even removing his shoes, he looks around all over, and goes upstairs. He sees that her room is completely empty and his heart sinks. As he begins to panic a little, he quickly grabs his phone to call hers. Hearing a faint familiar ring from the kitchen his heart sinks even further knowing she is gone. With his head held low, he walks into the kitchen he finds her phone next to a hand written note. Sighing deeply he presses the end button on his phone and picks it up to read.

"Dearest William,

I am writing this letter to you because it is hard to face you after what I said last night. I feel that I have ruined a wonderful friendship, not to mention a great job. I was impulsive when I said those words to you last night. I didn't think of the consequences and risk of losing a great job and a great friend. I know that you are busy in your work and you do not think of me the same way. I am leaving because I know it would be awkward for both of us knowing what happened. It would not be comfortable for you, and I don't want you to have any bad feelings in your life. The truth is that I had fallen in love with you. It has been there for a long time. It was not because you helped me when I needed it. It was because you're a kind and generous man. But this is not the way it should be. You have your business life and I have no right in making it more complicated. Thank you for all you have done for me. Because you were so good to me, I have saved almost all the pay you have ever given me. So I will be ok. Thank you for all you have done.

P.S. Look in the oven.

Love, Heidi"

"I love you too," said William, setting the letter down on the counter.

Standing in his own empty kitchen for a long time staring out at the backyard, he thinks that normally at this time he would be having a wonderful conversation with Heidi over something fantastic she had made for dinner. Right then, his senses catch up with him and he smells something familiar. Opening the oven door, he finds a large pan of lasagna, warmed and ready to eat. It's his favorite. Closing the oven door, he turns off the warmer and walks out of the kitchen with a sigh. Standing in the family room he looks around and feels that the house somehow feels so much bigger. In his mind at this moment it feels too big. His own sadness wells up inside him, forcing him to react with a mild expletive and head for the garage door.

Leaving his house in a hurry almost forgetting to lock the door, he spends hours just driving around hoping to see her. But several hours later, fatigue catches up with him and he returns home. Feeling defeated and rather lonely in his big empty house, he drops the keys on the kitchen counter.

"Heidi where are you?" he whispers as he holds his stomach.

All the nervousness and emotions has caught up with him. He knows exactly what Heidi would say if she were here. She would tell him to lie on the couch with some ginger ale. Not having any appetite and with feelings of guilt, he takes the lasagna and puts it in the refrigerator. Fixing a glass of ginger ale as what Heidi would have suggested, he sits on the couch. Over the next hour he ponders places she might have gone. After a brief walk out into the night air, he returns and falls asleep on the couch again.

Over the next several days his mind wanders and it becomes increasingly difficult for him to concentrate on work. Each night when he would get home late it would be to an empty house. Each night he thinks that it isn't like home to him anymore. He even thinks about selling it. 

Sitting on the couch again this, the forth evening without her, he imagines how strange it is that he would want to get out of a place just because someone he hired as help is no longer here. He knows that he loves her, and realizes that he should have said something before. He can own any seminar in front of hundreds of people and walk out with huge sales, but he can't respond to a simple three word sentence. Letting out a sigh he stands and looks around, suddenly realizing that he is not a very good housekeeper. 

In the middle of his daydream, he hears his phone ring in the distance. Forgetting where he put it, he looks around trying to zero in on the sound. Finally he finds it in his attaché case, but at a moment too late. He looks at the display and views a local number that he is not familiar with. Just as he starts to think that it may be a potential client, the phone buzzes, indicating that he had a message. Hitting the message button and putting it on speaker, wait for what seems like an eternity for the message to start, his heart fills up with energy as he hears a familiar voice.

"William, it's Heidi. I just want to tell you that found those rough sales reports you worked on then misplaced. For some reason they ended up in my business case that I took with me when I left. I faxed copies to your office downtown for you. Ok...hope you are doing well...bye"

"Heidi," He sighs with a slight whimper as he fumbles with his phone.

Quickly William redials the number to see if he can reach her. It rings a few times and then a recorded message breaks his heart even further.

"You are trying to reach a number that cannot receive incoming calls. It is a public phone. Thank you."

Tossing the phone down, he curses inwardly, at a complete loss as to what to do next. Running his fingers through his short hair he tries to think hard as to what he can possibly do to find her and ask her to come home. He knows that if he can just talk to her he can tell her he feels the same. Wracking his brain for an hour, he finally comes up with a solution, or at least he hopes. Knowing that he can't do anything about it at 1 A.M. he drops onto the couch and again makes it his bed for the night.

*

"I know John it's against protocol but I'm at the end of my wits with this. I have to know where it is," William says to his police officer friend as they eat lunch.

"I could lose my job, because it isn't exactly a small thing to pull phone records without reason. I don't seem to have a court order around here for it," John says as he sips his coffee.

"It's a call to my phone and I want the records. You could lose your job? I was just hoping there was another way to find out," William sighs.

"Unless you tell me its harassment. Then you have to go through your phone company first, and it takes a lot of time," John says.

"More like neglect, on my part," William sighs.

John, a lifelong friend tries to comfort William over coffee in a shop just outside his office. He realizes as he sees his friend leave, that he has become quite caught up in all of this. However, not even an hour later back in his office he gets a call from John.

"Hey bud," John says, "I just thought I would pass something on to you. I heard something through the grape vine. You better write this down."

"Ok," William says.

"You remember you mentioned a while back about starting a satellite office near the University district. Well there is a vacant office, 2000 square feet at the corner of University and 9th. Hey, it looks good. If you are on a budget, there is even a pay phone right outside the door near the bus stop," John says.

"Thank you, my friend," William smiles.

Leaving the office early, he rushes down to the vicinity of the address his friend had given him. Using a nearby parking garage, he enters the street and finds an eatery with outdoor seating and a direct view of the bus stop with the pay phone next to it. Sitting and sipping a coffee, the hours pass and evening soon falls as the street lights turn on. Some discouragement sits in but he remains determined. He will sit here for days if he has to. The office can do without him even through Monday. He is not leaving this spot until he sees her. Though the thought crosses his mind that she is not even around here, he still holds on to the slim chance he will see her. He sighs as he realizes that she may have just been passing by and used the phone. She may not be anywhere around here.

As the evening turns in to night, the crowded streets start to dwindle down to just a small crowd in a nearby bar. William looks at the time on his phone which reads 22:05. He starts to lose hope as he is told by a waitress that it is closing time. Deciding that it is perhaps time to throw in the towel for today, he plans to go home and be back here in the morning. Leaving a sizeable tip for the waitress for taking up the table so long, he stands and walks away. 

As he strolls along slowly he keeps trying to tell himself that it is just a setback. As he reaches the doorway to the garage he takes one last look behind him at the pay phone. Just as he is about to turn he sees a figure in the distance, a ways down the street just past the eatery he had been sitting at all night. As he strains his eyes, he can tell she is female. As William watches he can't help thinking that something is familiar about her. But he also knows he is very tired and his mind can be playing tricks on him. He starts to think that he knows he has seen her before. 

Finally his heart races as he realizes he knows exactly who it is. Crossing the street quickly, he thinks about what he will say. His mind works fast and he thinks of all of the words. He heart races as he stops running, now several feet away from her. His heart sings at this fortune. He smiles, feeling a rush, much bigger than any business deal he has ever put together. His mind races with his impending words. But once he reaches her all he can say are four.

"I love you too," William says out loud.

"William?" Heidi says as she turns around to look at him, "What are you, how did you find me?"

"Because I love you too, and you called from that payphone over there," He smiles.

"William," she whispers, "Do you really feel that way?"

"I didn't want to get close to someone because things are so busy that I thought it would just be torture for whomever I am with," William admits.

"Oh William," Heidi says, "I was already there, in the middle of it. Did you ever see me complain?"

"No," William said, "I mean you did so much, but I guess I just didn't see that there was more to it."

Not able to wait any longer, he walks closer and kisses her passionately. At the same time, Heidi returns the gesture with her arms around him. In the middle of the sidewalk all around them slows and stops in their minds. It grows silent as their long overdue embrace seems to tune out everything around them. As they stop a moment to look at each other, Heidi speaks.

"I have loved you for so long and I just wanted to tell you," Heidi sniffs, "But I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same, then it would just ruin things."

"I know now," William says, "I could have said something too. But I just couldn't get my mind past my work. I should have seen it."

"I worked for you because you hired me," Heidi whispers, "But one day, I realized that I did it for other reasons."

"I should have seen how much care you gave me as more than what it was," He smiles.

"I would still work hard if it was not true," Heidi says, "But at least you know why, I mean the little things."

"You know you can have a career too," William says.

"I'd like that," she says, "But who would take care of you?"

"I'll hire someone," He smiles, "Or we can just take care of each other."

"How does laundry duty work for you?" She grins as she hugs him.

"How about you teach me how to cook?" He smiled.

"Yeah," She whispers and kisses him again, "By the way, am I fired for running out?"

"More like promoted," William grinned, "Besides, you know as much about the business as I do. The trip to Atlanta next month is your show."

"Really?" Heidi smiles.

"I'll just sit back and watch while you make us money," William says.

"Us?" Heidi asks?

"Marry me," He smiles, "Please."

"Just tell me when, and I'll be there," She grins.

"How about 9 A.M. tomorrow," He smiles.

"What, you're serious?" She smiles.

"Yeah," He says, "Well maybe a ceremony in a month or so for show."

"Ok well," She said as she bit her lip thinking of just her own way of doing things, "Sorry but no."

"Oh," William says with a frown, "I understand. I guess it is rather sudden."

"Well yes actually," She smiles as she hugs him, "But not why you think."

"I'm confused," He says as she takes his hand and starts walking.

"Tomorrow is Saturday and the courthouse isn't open," Heidi smiles.

"Oh yeah. I've been so messed up the past several days, I forgot what day it is," William says.

"Well come on, your mother would be upset if you don't have some sort of event," She says.

"True," He says, "Plan it right then."

"William," Heidi says as she stops and looks at him, "Take me home."

"Gladly," William smiles.

"Come help me get my things?" She asks as she points to the motel entrance nearby.

"Of course," He smiles as they walk inside.

"You know I'm going to tell everyone how you came looking for me, right?" She says as they enter the elevator.

"Naturally," William grins.

"Well it's so romantic," Heidi says as the elevator door opens.

"Is this it?" He says as Heidi opened the door to the room.

"No, I thought we'd roll whoever is staying here. See what they got. Shh be quiet," She jokes.

"Funny," William says, "Same old Heidi, the jokester."

"Calling me old?", She smiles, "Watch it or you won't get any tonight."

"Any what?" He asks.

"Clueless. You're not drunk again are you?" She smiles as she opens the door.

"I don't get it," He says confused.

"Keep it up and you won't," She jokes.

"This place is," William starts as he looks around, "Nice."

"Remind me to make an eye appointment for you dear," She smiles.

"Yeah ok it's a dive," He smiles.

"It was good enough," Heidi says as she looks over her bags, "A bed and a roll of toilet paper to cry with."

"I'm sorry for that," William says as he looks around a bit confused, "You know, none of your bags are unpacked. You weren't staying long?"

"Yeah, something like that," Heidi smiles as she pulls her shirt over her head and sets it aside while looking for clothes.

"Do you need help with anything?" He asks.

"Yes in a minute," Heidi grins as she unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down.

"I remember those," William says as he notices the little heart on her panties, "Do you want me to go for a bit while you change?"

"You've seen me like this before, it's nothing new," She smiles as she turns her back to him and unclasps her bra.

"But not like that," William says as he watches her set the bra to the side.

William gazes at her as she does not return his comment right away. Arching her back in a stretching movement, he looks at her beautiful skin. As her arms rise, her auburn hair reaches midway down. Her back is turned but he can see a smile on face as she looks slightly to the side. As she looks forward again, her arms lower and reach her hips. Putting her fingers into the edges of her panties, she slowly lowers them to the floor. Looking at her complete form, he knows now what else he has been missing out on all this time.

"Ready?" Heidi says softly, still looking away from him.

"You still need to get dressed," William says.

"Not for what I'm ready for," She says as she turns around and slowly walks toward him.

"Are you sure?" He looks at her with surprise.

"I came close to making my intentions known last night," She smiles.

"Actually you did, but I was kinda stupid," He smiles as he watches her unbutton his shirt, take it off and toss it on the end of the bed.

"How do you feel now?" Heidi smiles as she opens the front of his trousers.

"Somewhat less than stupid," He smiles as he watches her gently pushes his trousers down and bend to the floor with them.

"Oh you're so handsome," Heidi says as she slowly stands again, but not before running her fingers up his leg.

"You know we could be more comfortable at home," William says.

"You really want me in agony on the long ride home? Besides, I am paid through tomorrow," She smiles.

"Oh, I was thinking this is one of those pay by the hour motels," He smiles.

"I see my type of humor is finally rubbing off on you," She smiles as she puts her fingers in the edges of his boxers, "Smartass."

"You're in every part of my life, even my laughs," William smiles as he watches her lower herself to the floor as she pulls his boxers down.

"You have no idea about the wild thoughts I've had about you before," Heidi said as she scratches her fingernails on his leg, "It really is so much more than love."

"No doubt me having a great business meeting," He grins as he looks down at her.

"Well what I could do to you after to celebrate," She says as her fingers gently touched his scrotum.

"Help me write the report?" William smiles, "That's excitement."

"Need to work on that sense of humor a bit more," Heidi says as her hands softly reach around his shaft, "Oh it's so beautiful."

"Thank you love," He says, "You are so kind to me."

Heidi moved her fingers with such care over him. He reacts gradually to her soft touch. Leaning forward she gently kisses him. Starting with his scrotum, and working her way up his shaft, simple small pecks touches him as his gradually extending penis brushes along her cheek. Softly kissing the tip, she works her way back down. The sensuality of her soft lips, and the warmth of her skin makes his knees weak. Heidi seems to sense this and gently pushes him back to the bed. He sits down and she kneels in front of him. Looking up at him she smiles.

William is not able to come up with words as he watches her and the joy she seems to be experiencing. Opening her mouth slightly she kisses his shaft again, this time he feels the warm wetness of her tongue. Slowly she opens her mouth and extends her tongue. Gently she presses it on the underside of him and licks from bottom to top a few times. Seeing his reaction, she smiles widely. Knowing in his mind it is the type of smile that one who loves another gives, he returns the gesture.




Lost and Found



"I love you," the two say to each other at the same time. 

At the moment, Heidi speaks, she closes her eyes and opens her mouth, slowly taking him in. Now deep in her own feelings, her head moves forward and back around him. Wiggling her tongue under his shaft, she listens to the slight grunt he expels. She feels pleasure as much as he does doing this for him. As her lips and tongue cover his magnificent shaft, she feels her own desire to be with him in every way. Releasing him, she looks up at the expression on his face, knowing all the pleasure she wants to give to him.

Just as she is about to continue, William takes her hand and gestures for her to stand as he does the same. Kissing her softly, he motions for her to go on to the bed. As she lays down, he smiles at her again as he kisses her neck, then moves to her breasts as she pants with delight. Examining her medium cups, he sighs with a feeling of awe at her beauty. As he continues down her abdomen, he hears her giggle softly. William grins a little, knowing a lot of fun he can have with an obvious tickle spot.  

"Don't you dare," Heidi giggles as he starts to move his hands along her skin.

William simply smiles at her knowing that teasing is better as a surprise. Kissing her skin some more, he lowers himself. As he does, he notices that Heidi moves her legs apart quickly and makes a sound like a coiled spring, flipping away.

"Funny," William smiles, "You and your jokes."

"Well, of course. What do you expect, oh my, oh my sweetheart," Heidi starts to say as William licks her wetness.

Knowing that for once he gets the last word, he knows a great way to get it in the future. She will probably never be irritated about it either. As he extends his tongue, wiggling along her, she moans with delight. Knowing the excitement of the tease, the joke backfiring, and his sudden movements, fits right into what she really wants. As he brings her to orgasm easily, he knows he is right on track.

As he tries to continue, he feels her soft hand touch his, and tug him a little upward. He complies as he crawls along the bed to meet her gaze. She kisses him passionately. Feeling her embrace and warmth, he runs his fingers through her hair. 

"I want you my love," Heidi whispers.

"One little issue," William sighs.

"Not really," Heidi smiles as she reaches behind her head and underneath the pillow.

"Well, well," He smiles, "I am starting to get the feeling that you knew I was coming. I mean being packed already, and everything else."

"Well," She grinned, "I ran into your friend John at the market down the street, a little while ago. He told me you were looking for me. Said not to say anything, but told me all about it. I was out looking for you too."

"So, packed already, and a box of condoms," He says.

"Just wishful thinking love," She smiles, "I'm sorry, too much?"

"You are always prepared. That's why you have been the best all these years," William smiles.

"So not too much?" Heidi smiles.

"Well a little forward, but I don't want to wait any more than you do," He smiles.

"Good," She smiles.

William continues to gaze into Heidi's eyes, as he hears her open the small box and pull something out. She opens it and places it on him while only smiling into his eyes. As she kisses him, she puts her hand around his waist and gently pulls him forward more. As she moves her leg to the side, William moves on top of her.

"Let me surround you with my love," Heidi whispers.

William watches her expression turn from a smile to a soft gaze as he slowly presses into her. As he does so he stops a moment, thinking that even though everything happens for a reason, it perhaps should have happened a long time ago. As she closes her eyes, he moves in and out of her, feeling more of the love she has to give. He watches her expression and briefly thinks about it. To him it looks like a feeling of satisfaction that she has been thinking about for so long and is finally reaching.

As they make love, it seems as if they were always meant to be together. William feels the warm embrace of her arms, and the warmth of her womanhood surrounding him. Without realizing it he moves faster, and then feels her nails dig into his back, as Heidi gasps and her insides compress and contract. How she loves him, and shows it even now bringing out her best so easily.

Feeling him inside her as her orgasmic feeling flow only excites Heidi more. Pushing his shoulders gently to the side as she moves her leg upward, she soon gets him to understand what she wants. As he flops over on his back she climbs on top of him and looks down at him with a grin. Taking his length in her hand she lines him up and slowly sits down with a loud gasp and feeling of satisfaction.

William looks at her expression realizing that so often in their previous professional relationship it seemed like she was in charge of a lot of it. Smiling he knows he will have no trouble with her doing that in the bedroom too. He has always seen her confidence from the start, and knows what to expect.

Heidi looks down at him with her mouth open slightly as she begins to move her hips up and down. At first she seems a little overwhelmed, and then she tests her limits as she sits fully onto him, allowing him to enter her as far as possible. Her mouth opens wide as she gasps. Slowly she begins to bounce on him faster and faster. Even in lovemaking she knows what she wants. Frantically she moans until in an instant she arches her back letting out a high pitched gasp. It only slows her down for a moment as she resumes her same frantic hip movements.

William can hardly believe her energy as he watches her in total control. Even as he holds her hips trying to direct her movement, he feels her making her own as she rides on top of him. Every time he feels her tighten and contract it seems he feels the joy radiating from her. With his surprise, she suddenly pulls away from him, and twists, moving her legs on opposite side so that she is now facing away.

Heidi giggles a little as she reaches down to line him up. Thrusting onto him, she sits in the opposite direction. It just came to her suddenly to do this. She has never done it before, but feeling his thick manhood arching in a different direction excites her.

William thinks for a moment at her obvious control and wonders how she would react if he tries to take some of his own. He thinks that after all a relationship should be even and level to succeed. Quickly he sits up and then pulls out of her. Now in a kneeling position he pushes her forward and thrusts into her from behind. Heidi does not object as she bends her arms downward. 

Heidi bellows loudly as her lover thrusts into her. She feels the skin slap against his as he grabs her hips, pulling and pushing himself onto her. The frantic movement brings out the best in her easily. She loves this man so much, and not just for his surprising move. She intends to take care of all of his needs and she knows he will do for her. But even though she feels she never wants this to end, the slats under the mattress holding it in place against the frame, break with a crack. The mattress hits the floor with a thud, falling through the side rails. 

Even as the mattress hitting the floor causes both of them to bounce and almost lose balance, he keeps going. But like the bed, he feels his own strength waver, not to mention reaching another limit. Feeling himself getting closer and closer, he looks down at his lover, now seeming a little worn from the frantic love making. As he starts to think of all the wonderful times they will have, he starts to relax, and feels the point of no return.

Heidi moans loudly as she feels William stiffen up inside of her. Then she hears a grunt as her insides feel the warmth of his release. She can feel so much even protected by thin latex. As he slows, he feels him slide out of her and turns as he quickly lays on his back in the broken bed.

"Way to take charge my love," Heidi says next to him, "You are incredible."

"As it is with everything else in my life, that is because of you," William smiles as he kisses her forehead.

"But certainly glad your bed at home has a steel frame," She smiles.

"Tell me about it," He laughs, "Glad I have some plastic in my wallet."

"But I don't take credit cards sir," She jokes.

"Funny, how about I have you use the accountable one I gave you for house expenses instead. You know the one you still have probably?" William grins as he hugs her.

"Never mind, the next one is free," Heidi laughs, "Yeah I forgot to leave it, sorry. But I wouldn't have used it."

The new couple smile at each other as they embrace. William starts to think of how lucky he is, and how he would be lost without her. He wonders if she is thinking of something similar, but he doesn't ask. Just being happy to be with her, he enjoys the moment.

"So tired now," William says as he watches her again take care of him by grabbing a tissue from a little packet on the side table and pulling his protection off. 

"Me too," Heidi smiles, "Maybe get some sleep. I can only imagine what the house looks like after this week. I need my strength."

"Funny," He smiles, "I'm not that bad."

"Actually you are the most amazing man I have ever met," She smiles.

"So you don't mind that I ate all the lasagna you made," He says.

"I'll just make more," Heidi smiles, "After I feed you some of my rabbit food from the weed garden."

"Of course," William says as he kisses her.

"Goodnight," they both say at the same time.



Lost And Found



SS38: "Lost And Found" (holiday tribute #5)





Lost And Found



She rested under the tree, transitively motionless, for an indeterminable span of time, until she heard a new noise join the natural outdoor soundtrack. She opened her eyes to see a black and brown dachshund sitting in front of her, whipping the grass with its enthusiastically wagging tail. It seemed to be smiling at her.

Cesse smiled back with a small, weak chuckle, holding out her hand to say hello.

"Well, hi there, fella!" she said. "Where did you come from?"

Sensing friendliness, the dog hopped up on Cecily's lap. He placed his paws on her chest and began to sniff and lick her face.

She giggled. "Oh, gosh!" she said. "Well, you're an affectionate little thing, aren't you??"

She took the pup's paws and started to lower him to the grass, but he hopped back up on her. He seemed eager for attention. He also seemed oddly familiar for some reason, but with Cessy's diminishing brain power which had turned rather mushy by this point in time, she couldn't figure out why or how.

Cesse began to enjoy this short spell spent playing with this funny dog. It was a nice diversion from the pains of her daily ordeal. She envied him. Most dogs—and other animals, really—lived such simple, carefree lives. And thanks to the surplus of animal lovers in town, most of them—at least the cute ones—didn't have to worry a great deal about the source of their next meal. Which was more than Cecily could say for herself. Too bad there wasn't a surplus of homeless 34-year-old brunette lovers around.

A short time later, she was no longer feeling the need to rest. And she'd come to the disappointing conclusion that she couldn't make anything happen for herself just sitting still, so she had to get up and at least start walking somewhere...again. She pushed herself back to her feet, about the time the dachshund ran behind the tree she'd visited and returned with a stick between his teeth.

Aw, he wants to play, thought Cessy. Okay, fella, I'll give you one good throw. She took the stick and flung it as far in one direction as she could. The dog barked chasing after it. Cesse slung her purse back over her shoulder, tried to decide which way to head off and picked a route. But not before the pup returned once more with the stick, dropping it at her feet.

Again, she chuckled at the small wiener dog's happy, worry-free demeanor. She threw the stick again, turned and started away, but back he came with it yet one more time, dropping it and running circles around her feet.

She tried throwing it back into the clearing for the third instance. Same result.

Cecily sighed. She wasn't making much progress here. She wouldn't object to spending the day playing with a dog, but she had bigger, more pressing concerns on her mind just now. She didn't want to abandon this pup, from wherever he'd come—especially what with it being so adorable and evidently pleased to meet her—but she couldn't just stay here with it either.

This time she wound up and pretended to throw it, but kept it in her hand. The dog ran for a few seconds before halting, whirling its head back and forth, and darting its eyes all about, finally realizing it hadn't actually been cast for him to fetch this time. He was confused. He turned back to see the woman departing with his toy.

Cesse heard him running back to meet up with her yet again. As was the nature of canines, he wasn't peeved that she'd tricked him with the fake throw. He merely wanted to keep playing.

Hm, she thought in amusement. It seemed she wasn't getting rid of him. Well, all right...looks like I've a partner in crime...

...As it were.

The dog followed alongside as she walked, sans destination. At least with a dog by her side, she might appear somewhat less conspicuous out on her own. He hopped about from her left to right, trying to grab at the stick she was still carrying, engaging in the more or less normal repertoire of interactive dog activities. He barked, he continued circling her ankles, he chased his tail, he made puppy love to her leg, he licked and scratched himself, he chased squirrels and bunnies around.

One of them ran into the street. He quickly followed. A car was coming.

"Doggie!" Cesse called. "Hey! Stop! Come back here!"

Fortunately, the loyal dachshund pup thought more of Cesse than the rapidly escaping animal scurrying over the pavement. Besides, she had the stick. He returned to her side, oblivious to the oncoming car, contentedly panting and wagging.

Soon they reached an intersection, so Cecily showed him the proper way to cross a street. They waited for the signal, and then went. When they got to the other side, Cesse had to stop for a breather. The seemingly never tuckered out Energizer Puppy barked at her and began trotting off in another direction, turning back around and yapping for her to follow him. He kept running.

"Do—..." Cecily sighed in pursuit. Following his lead seemed as good an idea as any right now. Perhaps he'd have better luck finding a small source of decent fortune than she'd been. He was making it difficult, however.

"Doggie, slow down!"

He led her around in a 360° pattern, slowing every so often so she could catch up, at last taking her to an area she'd been earlier the same morning. She panted along with him, catching her breath, before she recognized where she was.

Resting against a telephone pole for support till her stamina replenished, she looked up. The crisscrossing street signs informed her that she had just reached the corner of 41st and Boulder Street.

She looked back down. The wiener pup was hopping repeatedly into the air, excitedly barking and yipping at her.

"Hey! Hey, what's gotten into you, fella?" Cessy wanted to know. "What're we doing here?"

The dog circumnavigated the telephone pole halfway, lifted his leg and marked it.

Cecily made a face of half-amusement and half-unpleasantness.

"I see," she noted.

Raising her gaze to give the dog some privacy while he did his business, Cesse saw something else she'd noticed before. This was the intersection where stood this same telephone pole on which she'd seen this very poster. There was also a black and white photo on it which now looked much more familiar. This time she paid closer attention to its words.

LOST DOG, it read. 3-YEAR-OLD MALE, DACHSHUND, BROWN AND BLACK. ANSWERS TO THE NAME OF HOLLAWEENIE.

Cesse looked down at him in coincidental surprise.

"...H—...Hollaweenie?" she called.

Sure enough, the dog, now through peeing, leapt into the air, barking extra loudly.

Whoa! Son of a... Cessy thought. HOW did you...

Somehow, this obviously very bright dachshund pup had led her right back to the spot where she'd seen his missing poster. She exhaled in astonishment.

How...how...astonishing.

She read the rest of the poster under his picture.

DESPERATELY MISSED. IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL 555-1710, OR RETURN TO 16730 RANDALL'S VIEW TERRACE. VERY GENEROUS REWARD OFFERED.

"WOW!" Cessy whispered. "Oh my goodness!" She looked down again, just to make sure.

"Hollaweenie?"

The pup again barked and leapt on his hind legs, pawing at her thighs over the dress. Yep, this was he all right.

Cecily couldn't believe it. "OH MY DEAR GOD!" she whispered. She looked back at the poster again. It was true. It was him.

She'd found a lost dog!

Actually, he had found her.

And there was a very—in boldface, right in the poster—generous reward involved. Under more normal circumstances Cecily Helmsley was not the kind of person who would care about a reward, but due to present-day circumstances which were out of her hands, such an offering proved more necessary at the immediate moment.

Obviously, her mission now couldn't be clearer. It looked like today she would actually have an aim, and a destination, courtesy of this brilliant, adorable dachshund. How...mindblowingly serendipitous!

Cesse looked back down at Hollaweenie, becoming excited. She tore off as much of the poster from the pole as would come, careful to keep all vital information together in one clean piece.

"Do you know how to get back to your owner's house, boy?" she asked.

The patently intelligent dachshund turned in a couple of circles before standing still and once more whipping his head back and forth in a few different directions. Finally, he barked and began prancing off.

Cecily followed. "Oh, good boy! Good boy!" she praised, jogging after him.

She certainly meant to encourage him, but she couldn't be sure if he was in fact leading her the right way. After all, if he could get home on his own, he probably would have been back there long ago, and this lost dog poster would never have been needed to be made in the first place. Still, she followed.

She read the poster over and ran the address through her head again and again. 16730 Randall's View Terrace. It sounded only vaguely familiar, like a street she would have driven through once just as an anomaly, like a detour, because the street she usually took instead was closed off or something. What was more, it sounded upscale. Which could also possibly mean...

No...no no no, Cessy, she told herself. Don't start with that. We know what it says, but we can't get our hopes too high. Let's just actually get the little guy home first and foremost, and see what happens. What's most important is reuniting him with his owner.

This was harder than may have appeared at first glance without a more efficient form of transportation. Cecily might have been keeping it clean and keeping it green, as it were, hoofing it along, but she couldn't exactly make time stop while she found her way. Not that she had any appointments to keep in the meantime or anything.

Finally, Hollaweenie slowed down and seemed to lose his way. Cesse sensed this was inevitable, so she began looking around for other individuals out and about who might be able to guide her. Soon she spotted one, a gentleman walking down the street sorting through his mail.

"Pardon me, sir?" she called to him. The man turned his attention in her direction.

"Hi!" she waved. "'Scuse me, sorry to bother you, but, could you please tell me how to get to Randall's View Terrace, if you know?"

He thought a second. "Hm, that's in the Hect's development property," he recalled. "Yeah, now that I think of it, it's just been there for a year or two. Let's see now, from here you go, eh..."

He turned to point southeast. "About a mile or so down Cadway Street until you get to the Twelve Pines Circle, then I...believe at that point you bang a left, keep going for another block or two, and you should be nearby Hect's right about then."

A mile, huh? That was actually closer than Cesse figured she was to this address, yet her feet were still starting to nag her for a little rest around now. The gentleman was just finishing as she looked back up to him.

"That's really all I know off the top of my head, though; sorry I can't be of more help right away."

"Oh, no, that is a lot of help!" Cesse replied. "See, I, uh, found this lost dog here, right?" She gestured to Hollaweenie wandering about sniffing things he found interesting, and showed the man the poster. "And according to this, his owner lives there. The little fella and I've been trying to find the way for a while. If it's a mile from here, that's a pretty good distance, but I guess it could be more, too; it could be five miles."

The gentleman watched as Hollaweenie ran around examining things on the ground and giving short chase to small animals.

"Aw, lost, huh?" he asked. "Poor little guy. Well, that's too bad, but if you wanna give me a minute, I'll run inside my apartment real quick and Google the directions for you, if that'd be more helpful."

Cesse was touched. "Aw, you would? How nice! Sure, here's the poster."

She gave him a few moments. Certainly enough, true to his word, he returned a short while later with a couple printed out pages. The next he said utterly floored her with surprise.

"...If it would make things easier too on ya, I could give you a ride over, so you and the little tyke don't have to hitch. Homeless folks need all the breaks they can get, after all."

Cecily's mouth collapsed open.

"How...how did you know?"

The gentleman gave her a look up and down that basically answered her question. But he exercised tact in his verbal response.

"Takes one to know one."

Her eyebrows arched.

"My name is George Carlin, ma'am—I KNOW, I know, I know; pure coincidence. But for a short time last year, just before Christmas, I was homeless myself."

"Wow, no kidding?"

"Honest to goodness. Let's not go into all the details, but then these two wonderful girls saved my life—in and around some of the most bizarre circumstances I've ever encountered," he chuckled, "They got my apartment lease reinstated."

"Oh my gosh, that's fantastic!" remarked Cesse. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you," said George, guiding her to his car. "I needed it, too, on several levels. At that point, I was seriously drained of hope. It really helped restore my faith in humanity. Ever since then, I've been inspired to go out of my way to help anyone down on their luck when I get the opportunity."

Cecily smiled warmly. "That's so awesome," she benevolently opined. She squatted down and rapped on her thigh with the stick to get Hollaweenie's attention. "Here, boy! C'mere! C'mon! We've got a ride! We don't have to walk anymore!"

She buckled them together in the passenger seat. Luckily, the dachshund didn't mind being held on her lap. George drove them slow and easy, but the motion proved still daunting to Hollaweenie, who, while okay with sitting still in Cessy's lap, became quite vocal along the trip in the moving vehicle. Cessy tried to soothe him down by petting and stroking him, but she ended up considerably lucky he didn't bite, claw or draw blood in any other manner.

"Oh, wow!" Cesse exclaimed as they pulled into Randall's View Terrace. It was a nest of luxury homes shrouded in foliage. Most of the residences were identically beautiful, practically as close together as could be without being connected. It seemed that pulling up to this impressive landscape of property separated the adults from the children, so to speak. "This place is beautiful!"

George nodded, voicing agreement. Cesse now had two thoughts occupying her mind. The first was hopeful, that if one of these luxury buildings was Hollaweenie's home, this reward the poster advertised may be far more generous than she could've anticipated. The second thought, however, made her apprehensive. Oh, gosh, I forgot, I look like hell. In such a grand neighborhood as this, she could be viewed as an even sorer thumb than normal. She hoped she didn't especially disturb the peace here in her raggedy, destitute state. Oh well, she was at least protected by the seclusion of George's car until they reached their destination—which they counted the dwellings on the even-numbered side of the street until they reached.

"Here it is," noted George, pulling alongside the curb and parking. "One-sixty-seven-thirty."

"That's what it says!" confirmed Cessy, referring to the poster one more time. She went to open the door. "Well, shall we?"

George leaned forward and reached back for his wallet. "Actually, Miss, I apologize, but I'm afraid I've just reached my free time limit for now. I've got another previous engagement to keep, but—"

He retrieved his wallet and removed a business card.

"Here, I want you to take this. There's all my contact info. If you need any more help or support with...y'know...anything, feel free."

"Oh, why, thank you, George!" said Cecily. "No kidding, thank you so, so much. I was so fortunate to meet you. Really, you couldn't have been a more helpful acquaintance."

George shrugged with a smile. "Aw, shucks, ma'am, it was nothing."

"Okay, boy," Cessy said, rubbing Hollaweenie's head. "We're here. Let's take you back home!"





Lost And Found



"...Oh, my...goodness...um..."

Cessy nodded. She knew. She was a mess. She reluctantly and slowly spilled out all her details. As the story went on, the woman gasped, placing a concerned hand over her mouth.

"Oh, how awful," she sympathized from behind her fingers.

"Yeah, so..." Cecily shrugged sadly. "To be honest, I even feel a little funny being here in your...just...extraordinarily beautiful home." She motioned in the direction of the door. "Maybe I should just, uh..."

The woman stopped her. "Oh, goodness, no, please!" she said. "I mean, I...you've-you've just done this wonderfully...wonderful thing for me..." She tried to think. She wasn't terribly good with words, or articulating herself, but she knew what she wanted to convey. "...And now the least I can do is to repay your kindness. Please let me get you something to eat. And offer you my shower. You can go and bathe, and, I'll wash your clothes for you. Really, please, I want to. To say thank you. It's the least I can do. Please."

"Oh my gosh..." said an overwhelmed Cecily. "But, I...I don't even know your name."

"It's Penelope. Penelope Isabel James. But, call me Penny, please."

"...Okay, well...hi, Penny. Cecily Helmsley. And call me Cesse."

"You got it. Now then, Cesse, what can I get you to eat, my dear?"

"Well...gosh, Penny, are you sure?"

"Oh, please don't say no, Cesse. I couldn't bear to turn you back out into the cold knowing you had nowhere to go."

Cesse had to admit that she was stunned. Never once in her four months of homelessness had anyone even come remotely close to going this far out of the way to be so kind to her or to take care of her. But then, she'd also never been presented with the chance to do the anyone in question such a marvelous good deed. She obliged, shyly but secretly ecstatically, and Penny took her and her anxiously thrilled appetite to the kitchen.





Lost And Found



"Oh, hello, cuties," Cesse greeted.

"Cuties?" asked Penny. "Plural?"

Cesse looked back up into her face. "Oh, and of course you too!" she giggled, laying another peck on her.

"Ah," clarified Penny, gesturing to her breasts. "You were referring to the girls. Hansel and Gretel down here. Lucky thing Hansel doesn't mind having a boy's name."

Cecily giggled. "Your...uh...boobies are named Hansel and Gretel?"

"Well, what do you call yours?"

"Um...mine don't have names."

"Well, let's name them!" Penny decided. "What do you think of, oh...Wilma and Betty?"

Cesse laughed. "That's...cute," she opined, "But I think the three of us are a bit more partial to, say..."

She placed her hands inside the robe and fondled herself.

"...Hmm...they're telling me..."

She waited, then grinned back at Penny when her titties gave her their answer. She squeezed one to show Penny, then the other.

"...Minnie, and Daisy."

Penny chortled in amusement. "Very charming."

"Yeah, I'm a little more of a Disney kinda gal."

"Well, hey, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" exclaimed Penny. "What do you wanna call your honeypot?"

Cesse smirked at her.

"Is that a serious question, or do you just wanna watch me put my hand in there for your entertainment and possible arousal?"

"Mmm, little of both, quite frankly."

Cecily blushed. She wasn't expecting Penny to be that open with it.

Penny grinned wickedly at her. "Mine's named Lolita."

Cesse petted her hip. "I'd love to meet her sometime."

"I'll pencil you in for an appointment."

"Okay." Cesse folded her hand in between her thighs, edged her fingers in between the labia, slid her fingertips down, up and in.

"Hmmm...uh...oooh." She closed her eyes, stroking herself, waiting for her pussy to give itself a name. Penny propped herself up on her elbow, enjoying the little show. It was quite entertaining indeed. While Cesse wasn't looking, Penny surreptitiously turned the angle of her gaze to see if Minnie and/or Daisy wanted to come out and play.

Finally, Cesse opened her eyes and grinned back at her.

"Tigger."

Penny arched her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Tiggers hate honey."

Cecily mischievously waggled her eyebrows. "Not mine."

"I SEEeee...well, now that we all know each other, all the eight of us..."

Penny pulled off her top, revealing only her bra.

"...I believe Hansel and Gretel may wish to say hello to Minnie and Daisy."

Cesse leaned in for another tasty kiss.

"Oh, I think it could be arranged."

As they engaged in this most recent liplock, Penny carefully unhooked her bra, then put her arms back around Cesse.

"They're awake."

Cecily groaned and smiled through the kiss.

"So're mine."

Cesse's nipples poked further out in heightening arousal, brushing the cushioning fabric of the bathrobe, trying to get a peek at what was going on outside. Both women's juices were heavy in motion. Their hearts slammed a mile a minute. They needed air, but they couldn't pull their lips apart. When they finally did, the detachment produced a popping sound akin to a suction cup being pulled off an adhesive surface. As their bodies parted, Penny's bra dropped to the mattress.

"OH, my," commented Cecily, seeing the girls had come out. "Hel-lo, Hans and Greta!"

 Penny grinned, jiggling her rack. Cesse untied and tossed off her robe's belt sash, then caressed Penny's naked flesh.

"Ohhhh...do come to me, my sweet," Cesse implored.

Penny moaned. "I can't believe we're doing this!" she squealed. "We've only known each other for, like...six hours!"

"I beg to differ," Cessy argued. "Technically, Penny, we've known each other for almost thirty years. We've just been vastly out of touch for virtually every single one of them."

Penny shrugged. "Eh, semantics." They continued making out like bandits.

"You like my robe?" Cecily heard her ask.

She nodded. "'S comfy, yeah..."

The next thing Cesse detected was a fingertip gliding from her sternum between her breasts down to the bellybutton. She gasped as a shiver ran through her. It felt so good.

Penny spoke.

"...The words 'easy access' come to mind."

Just hearing the phrase "easy access" from Penny's succulent lips in her smoky voice trickled some moisture between Cesse's legs. She felt an impulse coming on. She took Hansel—the right breast—in her hands, leaned down, slipped the nipple into her mouth, gently closed her teeth and suckled.

It was Penny's turn to gasp. Her hands slid up from Cesse's sides to the top of her head, kissing it, trying not to press down too hard on it, stroking fingers through her hair. Cesse felt Hansel react to her teeth and tongue as Penny's arms hugged her neck. Cesse unhanded Hansel, threw any remaining caution to the wind and whipped off her bathrobe. The robe rolled off the mattress, floated down to the floor, and the next thing Penny knew, she had a naked girl in her bed.

Minnie, Daisy and Tigger were quite excited to be out. Tigger leaked dampening wet love onto Cesse's thighs, and Minnie and Daisy heaved against Penny's tummy, their nipples stiffening, pressing to either side of the bellybutton.

In and around her moans, Cesse heard Penny make a request above her right ear.

"Cesse...sweetheart...Gretel wants some love now."

Cesse did as she desired and took Gretel in her hands and mouth. As she did so, she felt Penny pet the Tigger.

"MMMM!!" Cecily replied, giving Gretel a hummer. She wanted to fold her leg over Penelope's, but Penny politely requested her to hold on until she could get her jeans and panties off.

When both were finally naked, Penny plucked Gretel from Cesse's mouth and they lined their bodies up. Subsequently, they proceeded to proverbially go to town on each other. Thrusting their bodies vigorously together, their boobs mingled to the point of smothering one another and their legs scissored into a mutual, lovely thigh-hump. It felt so good they put all their arm strength into squeezing themselves together tight as possible. They tried to achieve a point of contact at which every square inch of each body was touching some portion of the other. Impossible, literally and technically, but the more touching, the more divine it became.

"Mmmm...ohhh...this is so beautiful," exhaled Cessy as their sweat trails mixed, transferring sticky strands of hair between them.

"This is the most special thing that's ever happened to me," smiled Penny as they nuzzled each other.

Cecily hesitated momentarily.

"Penny...I wanna tell you I love you...

"...And..."

Penny's face filled with surprise.

"...I know what an emotionally charged phrase it is, and I know it's not to be taken lightly...but it feels right to me at this moment."

Penny looked dreamily at her, blinking devotion into her eyes.

"It's okay, Cesse. You can say it. I'm not sure I'm ready to say it back just yet, but if that's the way you feel...aces, babe."

"...I think my hand would like to visit Lolita now."

"She's dying for some company at the moment."

Cesse glid her fingertips down Penny's belly, waist and pelvis until she reached Lolita's home. She vibrated her tongue against her palate to make a reverberating vocal sound that simulated a cat purring.

Penny flashed her a sexy grin.

"That your way of telling me your Tigger wants a, uh..." She wiggled her fingers over Cesse's skin. "...A little Piglet, in her house?"

As Cesse and Penny began making manual love to each other, the mattress heated and started to collect with a tracing of light sweat around them. Searing hot breaths floated back and forth and swirled over them in an invisible heart-shaped plume of oxygen.

"I...I...I know we're in the middle of a hot, passionate moment here, and I know we may not be in our right minds," said Cesse, "But Penny, I want you to know that I really...really...REALLY like being here with you right now."

"Oh, Cesse...I never ever want you to leave my bed. In fact...I may just have to tie you down to it."

Cesse nodded with her own sexy smirk. "That satisfies any kinky desires I may have...though it may present a bit of a problem when certain, uh...shall we say, other needs arise."

Penny laughed.

"Oh, Cesse...sweetie...I love you."

Cessy gasped with an abrupt shriek in her voice. "OH my GOSH!" she cried.

"I know, I know, it's overwhelming!" agreed Penny. "Isn't it?"

"No, no!" said Cesse. "W—I-I mean, yes! Yes, of course it is! But...oh my goodness, Penny, when you said that, I think you actually just made me come a little inside!"

Penny marveled with excitement. "Really??!" she squeaked in delight, unable to help herself from repeating it. "I love you!"

Cesse screamed. "Oh my stars!!" she exclaimed. "There it was again!"

Penny giggled. "Holy mackerel! I found your se-cret!" she sang teasingly, vehemently rubbing and stroking Cesse inside and out. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!!"

Cecily started wildly shaking and trembling like a volcano. Her soul blasted through the heavens. Her libido and her insides blazed up as if all the wine they drank poured over the flames. Her squeals slid right up into her falsetto range and loudened into screeches. She didn't think it was possible to achieve such an explosively intense orgasm in such a short span of either spending time or making love with this woman. Then again, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a big 'o' of any magnitude. An almost completely unknown feeling of euphoric, titanic release ripped through her, engulfing her body in torrid sizzle, wreaking havoc on her lungs and utterly destroying—if only temporarily—her vocal cords.

"OHDEARGOD! OHDEARGOD! OHDEARGOD!! OHDEARGOD!!" Cecily repeated again and again as wave after orgasmic wave invaded and rocked her world. "OHMYGOD! PENNY! MARRYME! MARRYMEEEEE!!"

Penny laughed, gleefully keeping up the ardent stroking until she could see Cesse's wild journey had crested and the ride was slowing down. Soon she'd be getting off.

Well, actually...

As much as Penny was enjoying the view of the bottom of her chin, Cesse's head and eyeballs eventually lolled back into place. Her eyelids, however, slammed shut like unlocked windows. Penny took her sudden unconsciousness as the tremendous compliment it was. She kissed Cesse's face a total eight times: forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips and chin.

"Good night, honey-baby," she whispered, stroking Cessy's hair. "Sleep well and dream sweet for me."

Penny was now a little too worn out to perform any magic on herself, using either her own hands or Cecily's. Besides, however long it had been since Cesse's last climax, sending her through this hidden dimension of the bountiful promised land made her just as satisfied, fulfilled and happy as any masturbatory orgasm could.

"I really do love you," she silently mouthed to Cesse. "You're even more precious when you're asleep. I never wanna leave here."

Minute after minute passed, building to close to an hour before Penny finally fell asleep along with her.





Lost And Found



Cecily could hardly believe it. This woman was remarkable. She'd endured so much trauma and tragedy in her life, and she was so resilient, not only was she able to withstand and carry on through it all, she could now ironically quip about it at this point in her life. Cesse wanted to tell Penny how amazing she was, but she wasn't sure she trusted herself to do it tactfully.

She was saved by the bell. Aunt Tracy had arrived.

When Penelope opened the door for her, Cecily saw what she meant. This lady was cool.

Tracy James was in her early 60s, and still a siren. She had Bonnie Raitt hair, with that prominent silvery streak running through it, and perfectly circular, rose-tinted John Lennon sunglasses. The rest of her ensemble consisted of a translucent top, a leather jacket, a peace necklace, a pair of plaid slacks and knee-high leather boots under them to match the jacket. The outfit struck Cesse as magnificently unique, definitely one of a kind, and somehow, Aunt Tracy totally pulled it off.

They exchanged their pleasantries. Penny was right about her. When she introduced them, Tracy threw a hug on Cesse that kicked any and all doubts about her right past the curb. She was a delight. Cesse was guessing that Penny's Dad was the same way and that she got this whimsical fun-'n'-hip gene from the two of them. Soon enough, out came the chairs and the food.

They formed a triangle around the table and began loading up their plates. An idea struck Cesse.

"Um, just a second, please," she requested.

"What's up, Cesse?" Penny asked.

Cesse looked back and forth between the two of them. "I'd...kinda like to do something first, if it's okay. Could we maybe...hold hands and do a little dinner blessing, please?"

Penny nodded. "Sure, sure, if you'd like to, Cesse. Just, eh...let's don't, y'know, let the grub get cold."

They chuckled. "I'll keep it short," Cesse promised.

They joined hands. Cesse bowed her head, shut her eyes, and spoke.

"To Whom it may concern. Bless the aforementioned grub, and bless Penny and Aunt Tracy. As for myself, I don't greatly feel the need to ask, because I already do feel blessed. Yesterday, a miracle happened. I found a sweet little lost dog, and then I found my old childhood playmate, and my present-day soulmate. And she's loaded, but that's beside the point. So those are the things I'm grateful for on this special day of giving thanks. Most of all, bless this beautiful home. Because I've been taught a harsh lesson this year. I've learned that one's home is something to be treasured, and not taken lightly. As we all know, both Penny and I have been without a home at different points in our lives. And I can't speak for her, but any decently shelter-offering home would have been a welcome change for me up until yesterday. And if You're out there, and if You're listening, I'd just like to kindly request help for my fellow human beings sans residence to put a roof over their heads. Penny and I may have lucked out, but...many others aren't quite so fortunate. So that's my wish, and my prayer: that everyone could be granted the privilege of a comfortable place to call home." She looked up. "Amen."

"Aw, why, Cesse, how sweet!" said Tracy. "You truly have a great deal of love in your heart."

"Hey, why do you think we met those multiple times in the past and again just now?" Penny chuckled.

"Fate," smiled Cesse.

"That scamp," giggled Penny.

"What a rascal," added Tracy.

"All right, I think we're all set then," Penny announced. "Dig in!"

All three of them agreed.

It was the best Thanksgiving they'd ever had.





Lost and Found



When I was 18, we moved to the inner city from the suburbs. I had lived in the suburbs all of my life to that point. I began my last year of high school in a downtown private school. As fate would have it, I got lost after my first day of class trying to find the subway station. I ended up in a tenement area that was almost all black. I was quickly cornered by some teenagers who began pushing me around and dumping out my books. Just when I thought I was going to get the beating of my life, a huge, bald black man came to chase them away. He was about 6'4", very muscular but heavy set with huge biceps, chest and shoulders, no shirt and all tatted up. He had 2 gold teeth, pants pulled low and was a true thug. He weighed 280 pounds easy and carried it well. 

He told me to follow him, which I did to a lower level apartment that was so dark you could barely see. I thanked him for helping me and he said no problem. We would settle up soon and asked me to take a seat on the couch and relax. I did and he soon joined me, sending the couch down on a noticeable slant. He asked what my name was and what I was doing in the hood. I told him Chris and I explained how I got lost which made him laugh out loud. He told me his name was Big Mike and said he rarely sees a white boy in this area and had never seen a white boy as pretty as me. 

We talked for a while and as we sat there, I looked into the mirror across the room and was taken by our contrast in body types. My 5'7", 150 pound frame with light complexion seemed out of place. After a few minutes, Big Mike asked me if I wanted a beer. I quickly agreed and he came back with two longnecks. We toasted and Mike said, "Get ready sweet Chrissy, we gonna have some fun tonight." He than sat down right next to me and whispered I'm my ear telling me the beer had X in them. After half a beer, we were face to face with Big Mike rubbing my thighs and talking gently in my ear. I asked him if I could feel his muscled arms and he said only if he could see my round ass. I agreed and got on my knees next to him and messaged his massive arms. He reached down and kissed me. Than he pulled down my shorts and underwear as I got up. He admired my shaved body as he finished taking off the rest of my clothing and pushed me down on the couch with my ass up. Again he whispered in my ear about turning me out, than he licked me down my back, spread my cheeks and drove his tongue in my hole. 

He could tell I enjoyed it as I could tell he enjoyed it, feeling his huge cock against my leg. After about 15 minutes, he smacked me on my sopping ass and dropped me on my knees in front of him. He had me pull out his cock. I got it in my hands and could not get my fingers around it as I worked it out of his pants. It plopped out, at least 10", as wide as the beer bottle, uncut and even a shade blacker than Big Mike. He pushed back the foreskin and put the head in my mouth. I'd never done this, but saw it many times in porn. The musky taste and smell were extremely sexy. Mike worked it into my throat as he called me his bitch, white whore, cum slut and boy cunt. The more he verbally abused me, the hotter I got and the faster a sucked his big black cock. After chocking on his cock for about a half hour, Mike pressed the back of my head , holding his cock deep in my mouth and began to cum. Stream after stream of his juice filled my mouth. I could not swallow the jizz fast enough. It came out of the sides of my mouth and dripped down my chin. Big Mike took his finger, swiped up the cum and placed it on my tongue. 

As I laid next to Big Mike with him working my ass, I knew what was coming next. He called me his sissy girlfriend and told me it was time to give up my cunt. He was making me his feminine bitch and I knew I was ready. He squeezed my nipples while he lubed and poked my hole with his big finger. His cock was rock hard and he told me to get on top of him. I lifted myself over his black monster and pushed it into my cunt. I had just a couple of inches in and the pain was so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I got off of Big Mike abruptly and this pissed him off. It brought the thug out in him. He dragged me by the hair into his disheveled bedroom, threw me on the bed faced down and forced my cheeks open. With the first thrust he forced about four inches into my ass and held it. I let out a scream and thought he was going to tear me in two. But as he held it there, my muscles started to relax. Than the next push and he went deeper, the scream, than it would relax again. I found out later that this was how Big Mike fucked his white bitches in prison for the first time. 

When he got to about 8 inches deep, he got a rhythm and really started to ream me out. After taking it from behind, I got back on top and this time that huge nigga dick sank in about 6 inches deep. I held on to Mikes neck and shoulders and rode him till I was balls deep. I was being stretched to the max and it was very painful but I also wanted it at the same time. When he finally shot his load in me after a two hour fuck session, I collapsed on the bed. I tried to walk to the bathroom and almost fell down my legs were so shaky. Big Mikes cum was oozing out of my gaped asshole. He just laughed, reminding me that I wasn't finished. I licked and sucked his cock and balls clean while he talked about how sweet it would have been if I could have been his bitch in prison. 

I got dressed and Big Mike gave me a hoody to wear and walked me to the train so I could get home. When we got there, his cock got hard again from groping my ass. He brought me into an alleyway so I could give him one last blowjob. This time he came in my mouth and all over my face. I licked his cock clean and said goodbye. 

When I got on the train I was around black men the whole ride. Some smiled at me me and now I smiled back. Some just stared at me and groped their crotch. I smiled at them too. I guess now I knew what I wanted as a fresh new black cock sissy slut.



Lost and Found



Prologue 5 years ago

18 year old Kenny sat beside the bed holding his mother's hand. He was both frightened but calm at the same time. When she had been diagnosed with lung Cancer a year ago, the doctors had given her weeks. Yet now, almost a year later, she was still hanging on. As he held her hand though, he knew the end was near. Her grip was a lot less than it used to be and her face was contorted with pain.

He was afraid because she was all he had in the world. For as long as he could remember it were just him and his mom. His dad had left when he was a baby, something about not being happy in the relationship. He hadn't had the best childhood; he spent a lot of his time with the neighbor while his mother worked two jobs to support them. When he was sixteen, he quit school and went to work at the local construction site to help his mom out. He was a foreman now and made enough money to pay for her hospital bills.

He felt her eyes on him and looked down at her with a smile. "What?" he asked softly, brushing her sweat coated black hair back from her face. Even laying there dying, Kenny thought his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. She stood a little over 5'10", but the Cancer seemed to have shrunk her a bit. She was slender, but not overly so, she kept her jet black hair long until it pooled around her waist. But it was her eyes that always seemed to attract the men. They were lavender, although in the right light, they looked like a dark purple.

Kenny had her hair and eyes, but other than that, he was his entire mysterious father. He stood over 6' with a slender build that he had actually muscled up a bit working construction. He had a nine inch cock that was thick; he barely was able to wrap his hand around it. Of course he had never had sex with anyone, so he didn't know what it would like to be inside someone. See, Kenny was gay, he had never told anyone, including his mother. But he had known for a long time that girls just didn't interest him. As friends, sure, no problem, but as lovers, nope, the spark wasn't there. Of course he hadn't met the right man yet either, but he figured he was young he had plenty of time to discover love.

He turned back to the woman in front of him as she put her hand against his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her hand, then leaned down as her voice came out in a whisper. "Promise me you will look for your dad Kenny. I know he loved you, even if he didn't love me. There is a letter in my nightstand drawer, addressed to you. He wanted you to have it when you were old enough. Promise me."

Kenny blinked back tears as he opened his eyes and looked down at her. He had to swallow twice before he was able to speak through the lump in his throat. "I promise mamma." He rested his head against her chest and closed his eyes listening to her heart try to beat.

She ran her hand lightly over his head and took a shuddering breath. "I love you baby." She said softly, and then she closed her eyes. He heard her heart give another couple of beats then there was nothing but silence and her hand fell limp against him. He wrapped his arm around her waist holding her tight as he let the tears he had held back fall. "I love you too mamma." He said to the quiet room

 

Chapter 1 Present day

Kenny stepped out of the air conditioned airport into the hot Florida heat. He slid his sunglasses on over his eyes as he looked around. It had been a long five years. A lot of heartache and longing as well as uncertainty. After he buried his mother, he spent the next month going through her things trying to decide what to keep and what to give to Goodwill.

It was two days later when he found the letter that his mother had been talking about. He had thrown it on the bed without opening the envelope and continued going through her things. He didn't know anything about his father, the man had been MIA for the past 18 years, why would he want to find him now?

He carried the letter around in his wallet for six months before he finally decided to open it. He was sitting at his dining room table, just finished with dinner and pulled it out. It was worn from being folded in his wallet. He opened the envelope carefully and pulled out the papers inside. There were two pages of writing and a picture. When he looked at the picture, he understood what his mom had said when he said he was a spitting image of his father.

The man was basically an older version of Kenny. Instead of the black hair and lavender eyes, he had dishwater blonde hair, with ice blue eyes, that seemed to see inside you even from the picture. He was leaning against an old 73 mustang smiling at the camera as he held a baby in his arms. Kenny didn't need anyone to tell him the baby was him. The man was smiling as he looked at the camera as if it was the proudest moment of his life. He turned the picture over and read the inscription on the back.

"Mike and Kenny at the road show. March 1973, Kenny, age 6 months."

Kenny closed his eyes as his fingers tightened on the photograph and he blinked back tears. He hadn't cried since that day his mother died and he told himself he wasn't going to cry over a man he'd never met. He took a ragged breath and opened his eyes, realizing he had the picture clenched in his tight, closed fist. He loosened his hand and straightened out the picture as he tried once more to blink back the tears. His father had left two months after that picture was taken. As he stared at the picture of his father holding him, he had one burning question in his mind. WHY?

With shaking hands, he put the picture on the table and picked up the letter and began to read:

"Kenny;

I know by now you are probably pissed at hell at me. What kind of man walks away from his own son? I can tell you so many things, that there was another woman, that I found something better. That I didn't love your mother enough to stay. But all of it besides the last would be a lie. I didn't love your mother, not the way a man should. I only married her because I got drunk one night, ended up in bed with her and you came along nine months later.

I doubt she ever told you this, but you were the product of a one night stand that never should have happened. If she ever reads this, then she will know what I'm about to tell you, but I am sealing this letter so hopefully she never will. See Kenny, I'm gay, have been my whole life. I have never had any interest in women as a sexual partner. The thought of sinking into a woman's pussy, well let's just say instead of turning me on like most men, it actually turned me off, in a big way." Kenny actually chuckled at that part, he was the same way. He continued reading:

"Anyway, like I said, I was drunk that night. How I actually managed to get it up enough to not only have sex with her, but actually get her pregnant, I have no clue. But apparently I did, because you were the result. Hell, I even made her get a paternity test when I found out she was pregnant, because I didn't think it was possible that I was the father.

Of course those tests don't lie, so I did the honorable thing and married her. Before you ask, yes, we did have sex while we were together. I would just close my eyes and imagine I was sinking into a tight male ass instead of her pussy. She was tight enough that the illusion worked. That and the fact that we only did it doggie style so I didn't have to see her tits bouncing as I ripped into her. I know, not an image a kid wants of his parents but there you go.

Anyway, after almost a couple of years, the illusion got harder to maintain. She wasn't as tight after you were born. I tried to get her to let me fuck her up the ass, but she was a prude on that. She kept telling me that hole is exit only, not meant to have anything go into it.

I finally got to the point that I couldn't stand having sex with her anymore. We actually stayed together for about three months after I stopped fucking her. Personally between you and me, I think she was screwing some guy she worked with but she never offered to tell me and I never asked. I will tell you I never was with anyone else while I was with your mother, but that doesn't mean that the craving for a cock in my mouth and ass wasn't there. It finally got to the point that I just couldn't take it anymore. I loved you to pieces and hated the thought of leaving you behind, but I didn't think a gay man trying to raise a child was a good idea. So I gave her some bullshit story about another woman, packed up my things and left.

I don't know if you want anything to do with me. I will understand if you don't want to meet me or ever see me but I thought you should know the truth about why I wasn't there when you were growing up. It's not that I didn't love you or that I don't now. That one night may have been my hell, but Kenny, you were my heaven that came out of that night. I don't regret fathering you and I am hoping you can forgive an old man enough to try to give us a chance at a real relationship.

I'm moving back to Florida to stay with my parents until I can work something else out. I'll leave their address at the bottom of this letter. If you ever do decide to contact me, just send a letter there, even if I'm not living there anymore, they will know how to get a hold of me. I love you son and pray that someday you will give me a chance to be the father I should have been now.

Yours forever,

Your father,

Mike"

Kenny looked at the bottom of the letter. There was a Ft. Lauderdale address; his father lived on the other side of the country. No wonder he had never come around. He set the letter on the table next to the picture and just stared off into space unsure if knowing the truth was a revelation or maybe a nightmare. He understood why his father had left, but why couldn't he have contacted him over the years, at least showed some interest in his only son, even if that son was an accident, he was still his own flesh and blood.

Kenny stood up and turned off the lights and headed for his room. He had to work in the morning but as he slid naked into his empty bed and put his hands behind his head, he knew sleep would be hard in coming. A lot had been revealed tonight and he wasn't sure how to deal with any of it.

It took him another two years before he finally built up the courage to send Mike a letter. He didn't call him dad in the letter or in his mind. How could he call a man dad that he had never met? He told him how he had felt abandoned all these years and while he understood why he had left, he didn't understand why Mike hadn't at least contacted him.

As he put the letter in the mailbox, he wondered if he would get a response, and for that matter if he really wanted one.

Now as he stood in the Florida heat, he thought back to the day he opened his mail box and found that letter from his dad. There had been stains on the paper, so he knew the older man had cried as he wrote it. He had talked about how glad he was that Kenny had decided to contact him and how he was sorry he hadn't contacted him sooner. He had been afraid of how Marla would react if he showed up at their door so he had stayed away. He told Kenny how his grandparents had passed away and that he was living in his childhood home, with his husband Mark. He had sent a picture of him and Mark together and Kenny had to admit his dad had good taste.

Mark was at least part American Indian, he had the darker skin tone and high cheek bones. His eyes were jet black and matched the waist length hair that flowed down his back. He was like his father, slender but not overly so. He was smiling into the camera as Mike leaned against his chest, his arms wrapped around Mike's shoulders. As he stared at the picture, Kenny felt his cock harden in his pants. At 20, he was still a virgin. He knew some clubs would let people under 21 in but he hadn't built up the courage to actually visit one. 

Over the last couple of years, Mike and Kenny had exchanged over a hundred letters back and forth. It was only over the last few months that they actually started talking to each other on the phone. Mike kept pushing Kenny to come for a visit, but he kept making excuses on why he couldn't. The truth was, he was attracted not only to Mark, but to his dad as well. The thought of his father wrapping his lips around his cock, gave him wet dreams quite a few nights.

He knew his father was gay, and he had admitted to him that yes, he took after him in more ways than he thought. Mike had laughed when Kenny admitted he was gay. "Talk about a chip of the old block." Mike said with a laugh. Kenny had closed his eyes as a shiver ran through his body at the deepness of his father's voice. He had forced his voice to be normal until they hung up but by the time they did hang up, his cock was so hard, he had to jack off twice before he could sleep. He wanted to meet his dad, but how did he explain to a man who had disappeared almost 22 years ago that he lusted after him. Incest was wrong, everyone knew that, but he couldn't help the fact that he wanted his dad to fuck him. He wanted him to fuck him in the worst way.

Mike had finally convinced him to visit a couple of weeks ago. He had let slip that his vacation was coming up and no, he didn't have any plans. In the end, Mike was practically pleading with Kenny to come visit him. "I want to meet my son." He said and Kenny could hear the tears in his voice. He wasn't sure if he would be able to hide his attraction, but he knew he couldn't hide from him forever, so he agreed to spend his two week vacation in Florida with Mike and Mark.

Once Kenny had his vacation set up and the airline tickets arranged he called Mike. Mike promised that he and Mark would meet him at the airport. Now as he blinked in the Florida sun, he once again wondered if this was really a good idea. He had actually convinced himself to turn around and catch the next flight home when he heard someone call his name. He turned towards the voice and caught his breath in his throat. Mike was walking towards him with Mark beside him. He was dressed in a pair of jeans that looked painted on, with cowboy boots and a pale blue tank top that seemed molded to his body. His hair was pulled back in a tie at the base of his neck. Kenny knew his father had long hair, just like he did, although from the pictures Mike had sent him, his hair was longer then Kenny's shoulder length.

Mark was dressed pretty much the same way Mike was, except he was wearing a dark purple tank top that seemed to show off the muscles in his chest. Both men were wearing sunglasses and Kenny barely got to really look at Mark when they walked up because he was suddenly pressed against Mike's chest as Mike pulled him into a hug. "God, you are all grown up." Mike said fighting back tears as he held Kenny in his arms.

Kenny stayed stiff in his arms for a second. But then he leaned his head against the older man's shoulder and picked up a scent that was all him. There was a slight sent of Old spice, but the rest was all male. Kenny rested his face against his father's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around him, holding him like he was the last man on Earth. When Kenny relaxed against him, Mike tightened his arms around his son. He felt Kenny's cock hardening between them and smiled against his son's hair but he didn't do anything else, just held him against him. "I've missed you dad." Kenny said softly smelling his father's shoulder as the tears he had held back for the past five years finally fell silently down his cheeks.

At Kenny's soft words, the tears Mike had been blinking back, slid silently down his own cheeks and he held Kenny even tighter. "I've missed you too." He said his voice choked with emotion.

Mark stood off to the side as father and son reunited after all these years apart. He knew how many nights Mike had cried in his arms for his son, wondering if he would ever see him again. He knew Mike regretted leaving Kenny behind. He had told him it was the hardest thing he had ever done. Now watching the man he loved more than life itself holding the son he figured he would never hold again, Mark blinked back his own tears and just smiled.

Mike and Kenny just clung to each other in the Florida heat. Each crying silent tears as they found the one man they had searched for all their lives but were sure they would never find again. When they were both finally able to compose themselves, Kenny pulled back, wiping his eyes on his shirt sleeve. Mike wiped his own eyes then turned to man he had spent the last 10 years with. He wrapped his arm around Mark's shoulders and looked back at his son. "This is Mark, the love of my life." Mike said his voice still rough with emotion.

Kenny looked at Mark and smiled. "It's nice to meet you."

Mark pulled away from Mike's arm and moved up to Kenny. "You have no idea how long he has been waiting for this day." He said with a soft accent.

Kenny was glad Mark couldn't see his eyes, as he looked down at his feet. "Yeah, well I had some things to take care of first."

He was startled when Mark suddenly wrapped him in a hug. "Thank you for coming Kenny, you have no idea how much this means to Mike." He said softly against Kenny's ear.

Kenny looked at his father over Mark's shoulder. Even through the sunglasses, Kenny knew his father was beaming, watching the two men he loved most in this world in front of him. He hugged Mark back gently, "it's not a problem." He said quietly then pulled out of the other man's arms.

Mark let the younger man pull back, but he smiled softly. Like Mike had, he had felt Kenny's rock hard cock pressed against him. He knew Mike had said his son was gay, but he wasn't completely convinced. Now the older man was and wondered if the apple really did fall very far from the proverbial tree.

Chapter 2

Kenny finished drying his hair with the towel then threw it in the corner as he sat on the bed, he would be spending the next two weeks in, in just a towel. Once they had finally left the airport, Mike had taken Kenny and Mark out to his favorite restaurant for dinner then drove them around showing off the sites of his hometown. By the time they got to the house, Kenny was exhausted and just wanted a cool shower and bed.

Mike had wanted to stay up talking, but Mark convinced him to let his son get some sleep. "He will be here for two weeks love; you'll have plenty of time to get to know him." Mark said pulling Mike towards their bedroom.

Mike had stopped long enough to hug Kenny once more before he let Mark lead him away. After they disappeared Kenny headed for the shower. He let the cool water rinse away the sweat of the day and then just stood under the spray for a few minutes wondering once more how he was going to hide his attraction to the two men in the other room. He had finally turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around his waist and hair then headed for the guest room. He didn't hear any noises coming from his father's room and figured they were probably asleep. 

As he unwrapped the towel around his waist and lay down on the sheets, he looked at the clock. It was a little after 1 in the morning. His cock was rock hard and throbbing but for once he didn't bother jacking off, he just closed his eyes and imagined that the man in the other room was sucking on him as he drifted off to sleep.

Kenny had been wrong, Mike and Mark weren't asleep. In fact they were lying in bed curled up in each other's arms. Mark had just finished fucking Mike hard and deep until they both came, and now they were lying in the afterglow. Mike was resting with his head on Mark's chest, running his fingers in circles over the other man's chest hair as Mark ran his hand over Mike's back. "He wants you, you know." Mark said softly stroking his fingers down Mike's back.

Mike sighed and kissed Mark's chest softly. "Yeah I know; I felt it when I hugged him at the airport. Problem is, I have no idea what to do about it."




Lost and Found



Mark was quiet for a minute, just letting his hand move softly over the other man's back. "Do you want him?" he asked just as quietly.

Mike lifted his eyes then looked back at the chest in front of him. "It doesn't matter if I do or not, he's my son."

Mark took his free hand and lifted Mike's head until they were looking into each other's eyes. "Do you want him?" he asked again.

Mike thought about lying, but after 10 years with Mark, they pretty much knew when the other person was lying. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly and nodded. Mark smiled softly and leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. "Then go be with him."

Mike's eyes widened as he looked at the man he loved almost more than he loved Kenny. "Mark, I..."

Mark put his finger against his lips. "Don't Mike, don't say how wrong it is or that you will hurt me by being with him. Yes, we have been monogamous for the past 10 years and if it was anyone else but Kenny, it would bother me. But he is your son, you love him and you want him and I know he wants you. If you don't take this opportunity and you let him leave, you both will regret it for the rest of your lives. Go to him, be with him, the way you want to. I'll be here and I will see you in the morning. I love you Mark, nothing will ever change that, but I don't want you letting an opportunity slip away and always wondering what if. Now go." He pushed gently against Mike's shoulder.

Mike searched his eyes for a minute but there was nothing to find. No fear, or pain or anything like that. There was only peace. He slid slowly out of the bed, and then looked back at Mark once more "Are you sure?" he asked.

Mark smiled the smile that had made Mike fall in love with him all those years ago and Mike felt his heart flip in his chest. "I'm sure baby; go be with your baby boy. I love you."

Mike smiled at him then turned for the door. Before he walked out he turned back, Mark was where he left him, watching him with a smile "I love you too." Then he slipped from the room, closing the door silently behind him.

Mike's heart was pounding in his chest as he opened the door to the guest room. Kenny was lying on his back, the moonlight coming through the open window, shining over his naked body. Mike slipped into the room, closing the door silently behind him then leaned against it as he stared at Kenny. His cock was soft now in sleep and rested in his nest of pubic hair. He had a spattering of hair covering his chest that went in a line down to his crotch but it wasn't overwhelming. His chest rose and fell with his breathes as he slept. Mike took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he moved towards the bed.

He sat as carefully on the bed as he could, so there was barely any movement and Kenny slept on. He reached out with a shaking hand and ran his fingers over the hair on Kenny's chest. It was soft and he let his fingers move through it, making little circles on the younger man's chest.

Kenny let out a soft sigh in his sleep and Mike froze, his hand still touching Kenny's chest. When Kenny started breathing deep again, he relaxed and let his hand move down over the younger man's stomach. He ran his hand over the muscles and closed his eyes as he let out his own soft sigh. He let his eyes move over Kenny's body as he slowly moved his hand towards that softness that he knew from experience wouldn't stay soft for long. He wrapped his hand around Kenny and lifted the younger man's cock away from his stomach. He was surprised at how thick his son was, he was actually thicker than he was. 

Kenny shifted a little in his sleep but Mike barely noticed, he was watching his hand as he slid it up and down over his son's shaft. He watched as Kenny's cock went from being completely soft to being semi hard in a matter of seconds. He darted his eyes to Kenny's face, but the younger man still slept, so he leaned over and took the head of his son's cock between his lips, sucking gently at it.

Kenny let out a soft moan and shifted in his sleep once more, but Mike didn't stop this time. Instead he let his head move down until he had all of Kenny's cock in his mouth. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of the cock in his mouth before he raised his head, only to push down once more. 

It took a minute or so for Kenny to differentiate between his dream and reality. He had been dreaming of Mike sucking on his cock. He had the dream before so it wasn't anything really strange about it, except this time, the feeling was more intense than he had ever had before. It really felt like a pair of lips was wrapped around him. He opened his eyes but it took another minute for his mind to catch up and for him to focus on the man leaning down almost between his legs. He saw Mike's head bobbing up and down over him. At first he thought it might be Mark, but the moonlight coming from the window hit just right and Kenny saw his dad's lighter colored hair.

Kenny opened his mouth to speak but at that moment, his dad moved his head back down and Kenny felt his cock slip into Mike's throat. He arched his body as a moan was torn from his lips. Mike turned his eyes to look at his son, his lips still pressed against the younger man's pubic hair, his son's cock still buried down his throat. Kenny looked at him wide eyed for a minute. "Dad?" he asked softly.

Mike smiled at him, and then went back to bobbing his head up and down over the younger man's cock as he kept his eyes locked on Kenny's. Kenny was stunned, he had dreamed of this since he first saw the picture of his father, but he never expected it to become a reality, especially when he had met Mark. 

Mike moved his head up and down a bit faster; whipping his tongue over the hard flesh and Kenny cried out as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. His hips started rising against his father's mouth and Mike just sucked even harder. "Oh god dad," Kenny cried reaching down and tangling his fingers in Mike's hair, holding him against him as he bucked up with his hips.

Mike let Kenny face-fuck him for a minute, then gently untangled his son's fingers from his hair, holding his hand as his mouth moved harder over the hard flesh in his mouth. He kept his eyes on Kenny's face, watching as the younger man's breathing became ragged and his eyes closed as moans escaped his lips. Kenny was jerking his hips up and down, as his breath came out in ragged pants. His fingers tightened in Mike's until it was almost painful. "D...dad, oh fuck dad suck me." He cried tossing his head back and forth against the pillow.

Mike sucked him harder, jerking his cock with his free hand. Then he grazed his teeth against the base of Kenny's cock as he slid the head into his throat once more. It was something that drove Mark crazy when he sucked him and Kenny was no different. Kenny screamed and slammed forward with his hips, burying more of his cock down his father's throat as his balls started to tighten and burn. "I...I'm going to cum." He cried squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

Mike tightened his throat muscles and Kenny let out a strangled cry. Mike pulled back fast enough that he was able to taste the first shot, but barely. He let Kenny's cock slide back into his throat as the younger man shot his cum. Mike closed his eyes as he felt his son's cum sliding down his throat. He moaned softly and when he felt Kenny slow to a dribble he pulled back and let the last little bit rest on his tongue before he swallowed it to.

Kenny had his eyes closed and was fighting to catch his breath as Mike lifted his head off of him. He had loosened his hand on Mike's and Mike squeezed his fingers gently making Kenny open his eyes. "You taste good kid." He said with a smile.

Kenny chuckled breathlessly, "thanks dad."

Mike moved up until they were lying beside each other. He let go of Kenny's hand as he cupped his son's face. Kenny leaned into his hand, and then his eyes widened as Mike lowered his face. At the first touch of his father's lips, Kenny's eyes fluttered closed and he moaned softly as he turned onto his side and leaned into the other man, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Mike wrapped his arms around Kenny, pulling him against him until he was laying on his back, with Kenny's body covering his as he deepened the kiss, gently probing at Kenny's lips until the younger man opened his mouth and he slid his tongue inside, gently rubbing their tongues together. Kenny moaned and pressed even tighter against him as he kissed him back.

Mike ran his hands down over Kenny's back and cupped his ass, pulling him tight against him. When Kenny felt his father's hard cock pressing against his stomach, he let out a small whimper and ground their bodies together. Mike moaned against his son's lips and rolled them over so he was lying on top. Kenny wrapped his legs around the older man's waist as Mike ground their bodies together making both men cry out against each other's lips.

Mike gently pulled back and looked down into Kenny's eyes. "I have wanted to do that since I first saw you at the airport." He said huskily.

Kenny smiled up at him, "I wouldn't have minded."

Mike looked down at the child he had made from a one night stand and smiled. His son was gorgeous, a younger version of him. He was sure he had a string of lovers waiting for him back home. He leaned down and kissed Kenny softly once more then rolled over and pulled the younger man against him. "So how many hearts have you broken?" he asked as Kenny rested his head against his chest.

Kenny blushed and buried his face in Mike's chest, kissing his nipple. "None," he said against his father's skin.

Mike chuckled as he ran his fingers over Kenny's back. "Well you must at least have some hot guy waiting at home for you."

Kenny kissed Mike's chest again, then lifted his head and looked at him. "Nope, not that either."

Mike looked at him in surprise. "You mean I'm the first guy you've ever kissed?"

Kenny buried his face in Mike's chest again and nodded. Mike pushed on his shoulder until Kenny lifted his head. "Tell me you're not a virgin." He said in shock.

Kenny lowered his eyes. "I could, but it would be a lie."

Mike lowered his hand and lay back against the pillow looking at his son in shock. "How is that possible? You are a very good looking young man. I figured you would have a string of lovers waiting for you back home."

Kenny moved out of his arms and sat back beside him on the bed and shrugged. "Just haven't found anyone I wanted to be with is all."

Mike rolled over onto his side, resting his head on his arm. "Have you even looked?"

Kenny looked down at his hands in his lap, "yeah, kind of." 

Mike reached out and ran his hand over Kenny's leg, making the other man look up. "What was wrong with them?"

Kenny blushed and looked down at his hands again and shrugged. Mike reached out and cupped his face once more. "Talk to me son." He said softly.

Kenny looked into his eyes and sighed. "They weren't you." Then he looked back at his hands.

Mike smiled and wrapped his hand around Kenny's neck, pulling him towards him once more. Kenny pulled back at first then let his father pull him against him until they were once again laying wrapped up together on the bed. Kenny buried his face in Mike's chest, inhaling the scent that was all him as Mike wrapped his arms around him and kissed the top of his head. "You wanted me to be your first lover?" he asked softly.

Kenny nodded against his chest and snuggled even closer, tightening his arms around Mike's back. Mike sighed softly, running his hands up and down over Kenny's back and they just lay like that for a few minutes each lost in their own thoughts.

 

Chapter 3

Mike lay there for a few minutes unsure what to do. He still wanted Kenny, worse than he had ever wanted anyone before. But this was not only his son, his own flesh and blood, but he was a virgin. He had never been with a virgin before, except for when he was one. He knew when Mark told him to come to Kenny, the other man expected them to have sex, but now as he held the younger man in his arms, he was really unsure if that was a good idea or not. 

He actually considered pushing Kenny away and going back to Mark, but Kenny was nuzzling his chest with his lips and tongue, dropping soft kisses against Mike's skin then gently licking it. Mike felt his cock twitch at his son's tentative movements and rolled over onto his back giving into what his body wanted.

Kenny lifted his head and looked at his father; Mike was watching him with a smile. He smiled back then went back to leaving kisses along the older man's skin. Mike shivered as he felt Kenny's tongue moving over his stomach as the younger man made his way lower. Mike knew where his son was heading, but it still tore a ragged moan from his lips as Kenny wrapped his hand around his cock.

Kenny looked at his dad, Mike was watching him, but there was a look in his eyes Kenny had never seen before. It didn't take long for him to realize it was hunger, his dad wanted him as much as he wanted the older man. Seeing that look seemed to boost his confidence a little because he lowered his head and started running his lips and tongue over Mike's cock in the way he had done to his chest and stomach.

Mike moaned and closed his eyes as he forced his hands to his sides, to keep from reaching out and touching Kenny. The kisses and licks were soft and tentative and it took a lot of control not to push Kenny's head until the younger man took his cock into his mouth. Kenny kissed and licked down one side of Mike's shaft then back up the other. By the time he reached the tip, Mike's hands were clenched in fists at his sides, his breathing was labored and his eyes were squeezed shut.

Kenny smiled; glad he could cause that kind of reaction in the other man, then started kissing and licking the tip of Mike's cock. Mike let out a strangled cry and opened his eyes, they were glazed with need. "Please Kenny, take it in your mouth." He sighed raggedly.

Kenny's smile brightened as he turned his eyes to his father. He kept his eyes locked on Mike's as he opened his mouth and let the tip of the older man's cock slip between his lips. Mike cried out and fought not to jerk up with his hips as he tipped his head back. Kenny watched him as his dad had watched him while he went down on him and slowly moved his mouth down over Mike's cock, taking it inch by inch until he felt the head pressing against his throat. He had never deep-throated before and wasn't sure how to do it, so he slowly lifted his head back up.

"Oh god yes," Mike cried clawing at the blanket as he gave into his body and bucked up with his hips. Kenny's eyes widened as more of his father's cock suddenly went into his mouth. He grabbed the base to keep Mike from strangling him as the older man started fucking his face.

Mike worked his cock in and out of Kenny's mouth, pushing up until he felt Kenny's hand, then pulling back. His eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged as he worked his cock back and forth. "Suck me baby," he cried moving his hips faster, "suck daddy's hard cock."

Kenny looked down at the cock moving in and out of his mouth and started bobbing his head in time to his father's thrusts. He moved his head hard and fast up and down, making sure to keep his tongue moving over the sensitive flesh. Mike cried out and clung harder to the blanket as he tossed his head back and forth and jerked up with his hips even harder and faster.

Kenny had a hard time keeping up with Mike's furious thrusts into his mouth and squeezed the older man's cock trying to get him to calm down a little. It took a couple tries, but it finally registered in Mike's head and he stopped moving, letting Kenny work his head up and down over him. Once Kenny had control, he took advantage of it, he sucked hard at Mike's cock, making a suction with his mouth as he pulled back then releasing it as he moved down. Mike screamed and fought not to start fucking his face once more. "Oh my god, that feels incredible," he cried forcing his body to stay still.

Kenny moved his mouth faster and harder, his hair covering his face as he sucked hard at Mike's cock. Mike cried out and jerked up with his hips involuntarily, but Kenny took his free hand and pushed it on his dad's stomach, holding him against the bed as he devoured his cock with his lips and tongue.

Mike was crying out and tossing his head back and forth as he fought to buck up. Kenny had a death grip on his stomach, holding him against the bed and that just drove Mike to new heights. "Oh my god Kenny, fuck yes..." he screamed thrashing as best he could.

Kenny suddenly shifted and was sitting on his father's legs. Mike opened his eyes and looked down at his son in surprise as he realized he had totally immobilized him. He cried out and tried to kick up with his legs but Kenny held him against the bed as he went at the older man's cock harder and faster. Mike tried thrashing but Kenny had him completely held against the bed. He cried out as the thought of being held down pushed him to new heights and he felt his balls start to tighten then burn. "K...Kenny, I'm going to cum." He cried thrashing his head back and forth.

Kenny hesitated for a split second, surprised that he was about to get a man off with his mouth. Mike took advantage and bucked up, burying his cock far into Kenny's mouth. Kenny's eyes widened and he pressed his dad back to the bed as he attacked the cock in his mouth with more gusto than before. Mike's breathing was ragged and he was crying out his pleasure as he dug his nails into the blanket beneath him. "Oh...Oh god, I'm cumming." He cried as he bucked up once more and Kenny felt the first spurt shoot into his mouth.

Once again Kenny froze. He had never had a man cum in his mouth before. He didn't realize how much cum they spilled or even what to do once it happened. As his mouth filled up with the hot, salty liquid, he started swallowing as fast as he could. He barely managed to get all of it, but it was a close thing. When his dad slowed to a dribble, he held a bit in his mouth and actually got to taste it. It was salty but sweet at the same time. He closed his eyes in wonder as he swallowed the last little bit then ran his tongue over the tip of Mike's cock, looking for more. Mike shivered when he felt Kenny's tongue, but that was about it, he was too busy trying to remember how to breathe.

Kenny licked at the tip of Mike's cock until he felt his dad's hand on his hair. He turned his head and Mike shook his head. "No more, it's getting sensitive." He said breathlessly.

Kenny let Mike's cock slip from his lips and sat back. "Wow, I can't believe I actually did that." He said with a grin.

Mike looked at him, "what? Sucked your own father's cock or got me off with your mouth?"

Kenny laughed as he moved off Mike's legs and sat down beside him. "Honestly, both."

Mike looked at him and smiled. "I'm finding it hard to believe you were a virgin until an hour or so ago."

Kenny smiled and shrugged. "I was, I swear."

Mike rolled over onto his side, resting his head on his hand again. "So you've never been fucked up the ass?"

Kenny blushed again and shook his head, looking down at his hands in his lap.

"You ever put anything up there?" Mike asked looking at him.

Kenny blushed harder and wouldn't look at him. "My fingers...and..."

Mike pushed himself up on his arm and looked at Kenny. "And what?"

Kenny lifted his eyes, "a banana." He looked down at his lap again.

Mike scooted closer to him and Kenny lifted his eyes. He expected to see a lot of things, but tenderness in his dad's eyes wasn't one of them. "Did you like it?" Mike asked softly.

Kenny smiled softly. "Oh yeah, it felt incredible inside me."

Mike reached out and ran his hand over Kenny's face. "Would you like to have a real cock inside you?"




Lost and Found



Kenny's heart was pounding in his chest and he swallowed hard. He tried to speak but instead just nodded. Mike smiled and leaned in, kissing him softly. "I'll be right back." Kenny sat there nervous as Mike climbed off the bed and left the room. After a couple of minutes, Kenny wondered if he was coming back. He lay back on the bed and just stared up at the ceiling, then turned his head towards the door as he heard it open. 

Mike walked back into the room and he had a bottle of lube in his hands. When Kenny saw it, his breathing started getting heavier and he felt his ass start to twitch. He watched Mike climb onto the bed, but instead of moving up by his head like he had been before. He moved down and nudged Kenny's legs apart then settled on his knees between them. "Pull your legs back against your chest." Mike said looking down at his son with heat filled eyes.

Kenny took a couple deep breaths, then lifted his legs and wrapped his arms around them, pulling them against his chest. Mike grabbed one of the pillows and pushed it under Kenny's ass, lifting him up a bit more. Kenny watched him as he fought to control his breathing, his ass was twitching at the thought of his dad fucking him and his breathing was becoming labored already.

Mike squirted some of the lube on his fingers, then spread Kenny's ass cheeks open and pressed his lubed finger against the younger man's hole. He watched as Kenny's ass seemed to swallow his finger and Kenny moaned softly as he tightened his hands on his legs.

Mike worked his finger in and out of Kenny as the younger man, whimpered. Mike lifted his eyes and looked at Kenny. Kenny had his eyes closed and his head tipped back as he wiggled his ass, as if trying to pull Mike's finger even further inside him. Mike pulled his finger free, lubed up a second finger with the first and pressed both into the other man. Kenny cried out as he felt his ass stretching around Mike's fingers. "D...dad, fuck...fuck me...fuck me now." He cried opening his eyes and looking at Mike.

Mike knew the look in Kenny's eyes. It was the same look Mark got whenever he wanted Mike to fuck him, hard and deep. Mike pulled his fingers free, wiped them on the blanket, then lubed up his cock. He hoped Kenny was open enough because the boy wanted his cock so he was going to give it to him. 

He leaned over Kenny, pressing his chest against his son's legs, as he lined his cock up at Kenny's virgin hole. "You ready baby?" he asked huskily.

Kenny looked at him with passion filled eyes and lifted his ass. "Fuck me dad..." he said softly.

Resting his arms on either side of Kenny's body, Mike slowly started pressing forward with his hips. As Kenny felt his dad's cock pressing into him, he let out a ragged breath and forced his body to stay relaxed. He felt the pressure of the other man's cock pressing into him and fought not to wiggle against him. As soon as he felt the head of Mike's cock press past his ring and slide into his body, he whimpered and lost control of his body. He slammed his ass up, pulling more of Mike's cock inside him. "Oh my god, yes!!" he cried his eyes rolling up into his head as his eyes fluttered closed.

"Fuck!" Mike cried, his own head tipping back. Mark was tight even with as many times as Mike had fucked him, but Kenny's ass was so tight, he felt like his cock was locked in a vice.

Kenny let go of his legs and wrapped his arms around Mike, grabbing at his ass and trying to pull the older man even deeper inside him. Mike held himself buried with just the head and Kenny whined and wiggled his butt. "Give me a minute." Mike sighed through gritted teeth.

Kenny opened his eyes and looked up at the man above him. Mike had his eyes squeezed tight and was breathing heavily through his teeth. "Are you okay dad?" he asked softly.

Mike opened his eyes and nodded, he wasn't sure if he had complete control of his body yet, but he knew he couldn't stay like this all night. He needed to move or he was going to cum now and Kenny deserved more than that for his first time. He leaned heavier down on Kenny's legs, and continued slowly pressing into him. Kenny whimpered and closed his eyes once more. He wiggled his ass as he felt his dad pressing even deeper into his body. "Oh dad, oh god, it feels incredible."

Mike pressed forward until he was buried about halfway. He wanted to keep going, but Kenny was so hot and tight, he felt his control starting to slip. So he started pulling out which made Kenny whimper again. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was buried in the man beneath him, the pressed forward once more. He felt Kenny's ass loosening a little around him and his cock was able to slide easier inside him. 

He started slicing into him with long, drawn out strokes. He finally managed to bottom out in Kenny and both men cried out. Kenny kept his hands on Mike's ass as if he was guiding him inside him as he writhed beneath him. Mike started drilling him harder, his cock ramming hard into Kenny's not so virgin ass anymore. "Ugh...d...dad, yes, fuck me. God it feels so good." Kenny cried digging his nails into Mike's ass as he rocked his body against him.

Mike lowered his body even more, so he could press his lips to Kenny's. Kenny immediately opened to him, and he worked his tongue in Kenny's mouth in time to his cock in his ass. Kenny pulled his hands off Mike's ass and wrapped them around his back holding him against him. Both men were moaning wildly as they moved together. Mike pierced him even faster and harder and Kenny cried out against his lips. He turned his head to the side and felt Mike's lips running along his neck. "D...dad...I...I'm going to cum." He cried feeling his balls tightening.

Mike buried his face in Kenny's neck as he pummeled him even faster and harder. Hearing his son's words, made his control slip even more. "Cum Kenny, oh god cum now." He cried his hips flying as he pierced Kenny's tight ass.

Kenny had been on the edge, but his dad's panicked voice and the way his cock was rubbing against Mike's ass pushed him flying over the edge. "I'm cumming..." he screamed raking his nails across Mike's back.

Mike tipped his head back and howled as he slammed hard into Kenny and let go. Kenny cried out as he felt Mike's cum spilling inside him. Mike held himself buried inside him while his balls emptied, then he collapsed against Kenny's body.

Kenny laid there beneath his dad, the man he had just met today yet had searched for his whole life and knew that no matter how lost he had been before. He had been found and he was finally home.

THE END



Lost and Found



A sort of homage to jvalet45 and pilot4029, I guess. Usual contents apply: femdom, mind control, people saying "mommy", some leg/foot stuff. If that's not your cup of tea, then somebody served you mine by accident. Give it back!

*****

"Hey!" Tom's sneakers crunched on the asphalt as he galloped down towards the retreating figure. "Hey, wait! You dropped this!" For an old lady, she sure could move, he thought, feet pounding against the pavement. Her grey curls were wild, bobbing gently while she made her way out of the parking lot. 

"Jeez, stop already!" He shouted. "You dropped something!" On the sidewalk, she stopped, and turned. Tom skidded to a halt, arrested in the heterochromatic gaze burning gently under her grey curls. 

"Yes?" She asked, her voice inflected by an accent the college track star couldn't place. 

"Sorry," he said, brushing his brown hair out of his eyes. "You dropped this, ma'am." He proffered a cellophane-wrapped rectangle. Her weathered features split into a grin, revealing a brilliant white smile. 

"Thank you." She took the package from him, inspecting it for a moment, then handing it back. "But it's not mine." 

"What?" Confusion marred Tom's otherwise-fine features as he took it back. "I'm sure it's yours, I saw you drop it outside the store." 

"Not mine," she repeated, curls bouncing. "See, it's pantyhose." The old woman tapped the package. "I don't wear 'em." To prove her statement, she reached down and hiked up the hem of her skirt, revealing bare, skinny chicken legs that fed down into an ancient pair of Birkenstocks. "No hose." The skirt dropped again. "Are you sure they're not yours?"

"Mine?" Tom was taken aback. "No, I don't wear- I mean, mom sent me down to buy- I mean, she's gotta go to work and she asked me to-"

"Thank you." Warm fingers reached up to caress his cheek. "You are a very good boy. I'm sure you'll make your momma very happy." 

"What?" He said. "Listen, are you sure-"

"Aren't you late?" The old woman asked.

"What? I-" Tom glanced down at his watch. 8:19. Fuck! His mom was waiting for him back at the house; he was probably going to make her late for work. Desperately he looked back at the drugstore, then back at his watch, then down at the package in his hand. He poked his nose in the opened end. They *looked* black, anyway. That would have to do. 

"Fuck. Fuck! I've got to go! Bye!" With a wave, Tom was off again like a shot, galloping back towards the house. If these things turned out to be the wrong size or color or whatever, she'd just have to deal. 

--

Amanda Werner checked her watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, tapping her foot impatiently. She never should have sent him. She should have just gotten in the car and gone herself and been late or just sucked it up and gone without. But he'd been so damn eager to please, hadn't he? 

"He must be angling for something." She said to herself, checking her watch again. The car, probably. Home between semesters, Tom didn't have transport and had taken to borrowing hers at every opportunity; after finding a third used condom underneath the driver's seat, she'd put a pretty quick stop to that, but that didn't stop him asking, wheedling, bargaining or buttering her up like earlier. 

"I don't know why he didn't just drive." Amanda paced back and forth. "He doesn't actually *have* to run everywhere." Now she was stuck waiting. She probably *could* leave, but didn't know if he had his house key, and didn't want to lock the kid out. 

"It's not *that* far," she said, checking her watch again. Then there was a clatter downstairs as somebody blew through the front door; heavy feet thudded up the stairs. 

"Got 'em!" Her son shouted as he reached the top. "I got 'em, mom! Here!" He thrust a package into her waiting hands. 

Amanda turned it over. "This isn't my usual brand. There's nothing on this. Did you even get the right size?" 

Tom shrugged. "I just asked the lady at the store. She gave 'em to me." 

She pulled them out of the package. Black nylon hung limp from her fist. "Well, they're the right colour, anyway." He was watching her, expectant. "Thank you." She said, then drew herself up to her full five-foot-nothing height and looked up into her tall, lanky son's hazel eyes. "Get out so I can put these on, will you?"

"Shit! Sorry mom, sorry." Tom wheeled around and clomped down the stairs. She shut the door behind him, and sat down on her bed. Amanda stuck one hand inside the hose and stretched out her fingers; they looked like mid-denier opaques with just a hint of sheen and-

"What the hell?" She bent close to her hand. In the weave of the fabric, there appeared to be a subtle, winding pattern, almost like snakeskin. It was barely visible, but definitely there. She huffed. There was no way the old bag at the office would let her get away with patterned damn hose. She closed her eyes and imagined the snide, barely-heard comments about side-stepping dress code and a certain local manager's upcoming promotion. But going without would be worse. Amanda flexed her fingers in the hose experimentally; they *felt* good, anyway. Better than her usual cheap l'eggs stuff. Much better. 

8:34, read the clock. Fuck it, she decided, easing one foot into the waistband of the hose. A shiver ran through her body. Whoa. They felt even better going on; as she drew them up her leg, Amanda felt as though the nerve endings in her skin were coming alive for the first time. 

"Holy shit," she muttered, pulling them up over her thighs and pert little butt. As the waistband snapped into place, a tiny gasp escaped her mouth. Amanda looked at herself in the mirror. At her diminutive height, her legs weren't long, but they had been sculpted through a tireless regime of morning runs and yoga. They looked great even on a normal day, but today they looked spectacular. She flexed one leg, turning this way and that. There was a slight glimmer in the morning light, and she could have sworn she saw something, the pattern crawling up her toned thigh. Now it was gone. 

She shook her head, brushed her auburn hair out of her eyes, slipped into a pair of black flats and down the stairs. 

In the kitchen, Tom was bent low over a bowl of Cheerios, reading the sports page. 

"Hey," she said. "I told you *plain* black pantyhose. These are patterned or something." 

"Sorry mom." Milk dropped out of his mouth to splatter in the bowl. 

"Can you see it?" She asked. "Is it obvious? Look at me!" Amanda extended one shapely leg toward her son. He glanced up from his cereal, or tried to, as his gaze locked on his mother's leg. Amanda watched as his eyes lost focus for a moment. "Hey, wake up! Can you see anything?" She waggled her leg back and forth. The subtle sheen glimmered.

"Uh," he said, vaguely. "No?" 

"You're sure?" She said again; she could have sworn she *just* saw the pattern shimmering along her calf. 

"Yeah," Tom replied, not looking away. "I'm sure." 

"Good." Amanda straightened up, adjusting her modest, below-the-knee skirt. Tom's face still a little far away. She looked around the kitchen, where stacks of discarded bowls and spoons and spilt milk greeted her. "I'm out of here. Try to clean this up, will you? And wake up, for god's sake!" 

"Sure, yeah sure." Tom said, then he seemed to wake up. He blinked, sat up straight, then: "hey mom, if it's alright, I was wondering if I could borrow the car Sat-"

The front door banged shut. She was already gone.

--

Work turned out to be pretty good that day. If anybody noticed the pattern in her hose, nobody mentioned it, not even that old bag at the top. In fact, if anything, everybody seemed just a little bit nicer to her, just a little bit more willing to accede to her requests. She really would have gotten a lot accomplished if she hadn't been so distracted. It wasn't her fault, really. It just so happened that every time she sat down in her office, her thighs would rub together with that delicious swish, and the sensation of nylon on nylon would send a little thrill up through her; so she'd rub them together again, just a little, and that wonderful woken-nerve-ending feeling would ripple up and down her legs, from her toes on up to her thighs. Next thing she knew, fifteen minutes would pass and there she'd be, just rubbing her legs together. 

They just felt so *good*! Amanda couldn't help herself; and it's not as if she had missed anything she couldn't catch up on tomorrow.

She was in a happy daze when she got home, coming in through the front door, not hearing Tom's shouted greeting as she leapt up the stairs. Really, she it was almost *too* happy a daze; she realized, coming in through her bedroom door. There must be something going on with the pantyhose. 

Amanda kicked off her flats, and stood in front of the mirror again. She turned her leg back and forth, watching the subtle gleam. The 43-year old mom lifted up the hem of her skirt, raising it up until it was dancing around her thighs, and watching herself in the glass. Her legs shimmered and there- was that it? Was that the pattern, crawling behind her knee? She turned, as the gleam twisted around her thigh, heading upwards. Her hem followed.

"Hey mom, I wanted to-" Tom walked in through the door. Amanda scowled at herself in the mirror. Not at her legs, though. They looked even better now than they had this morning, all wrapped up in their clingy nylon, dark fabric shadowing every hollow and curve of her stems. Tom's mom perched up on her tiptoes, watching the muscles bunch. Maybe heels tomorrow? 

"I didn't thank you for getting me these this morning," she said, turning this way and that. "They're not what I asked for, but they're great. *Really* nice. So, thank you. You're a good boy, Tom."

"I know," he said, distantly. "That's what the lady sa-"

Another gleam around the tops of her thighs. 

"Do you really not see that?" No answer from Tom. "I mean, *I* can see it, but nobody else-" Amanda glanced over at her son, who was staring at the mirror, eyes slightly glazed. "Tom! Wake up." She let the hem of her skirt drop. Tom blinked once, slowly, shaking his head. 

"Sorry mom, just tired I guess." He said, coming back to life. 

"Did you clean up the kitchen like I asked?" Her voice was stern but soft. 

"Hm?" His eyes focused on hers. "Oh yeah, yup. All done." 

"Good," she said, pleased surprise breaking through her stern facade. "Did you have something you wanted to ask in return?"

"No, I don't think so," he shook his head. "Just...just happy to do it for you." He blinked.

"You're sure?" Amanda asked, confused. 

"Yeah, I'm sure." He smiled. 

"Uh okay," she said. "Well, keep up the good work, and maybe you can use my car again. Now, you head on down, and I'll come start dinner, okay?" 

"Sure thing, mom!" Tom enthused, clomping on back down the stairs. 

Amanda turned back to the mirror. Had he been staring at her legs? Her thighs rubbed together, sending a little frisson of pleasure up her spine. No, it couldn't be. He was just, tired or something, pent up after she'd cut him off from getting the car. That had probably put a pretty serious kink in his sex life. That must be it. 

She looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes in their cobwebby wrap. Maybe it was time to paint them again.

--

When Tom woke up the next morning, it was from a fitful night's sleep of half-forgotten dreams. The harder he tried to remember the details, the faster he forgot them, though he definitely remembered something silky and gauzy and warm against his face. There had been a woman there too, right? A woman's voice, anyway, whispering something, telling him he was a good- a good- it was gone in the morning light. 

What wasn't gone was the enormous erection he'd woken up with. Lying in his bed, Tom looked down at the massive tentpole in his sheets. At 20 years old, he was not unfamiliar with the experience of waking up with morning wood, but he'd never seen it quite like this before. Keeping a weather eye on the door, he let his fist wrap around the throbbing meat, and began to gently stroke it. It must have been a hell of a dream, he decided, fist sliding up the sensitive shaft, trying to remember what it had been about. There had been a woman, he knew, a woman who had- a woman who- 

Down the hall, there was a crash. Tom squeezed his shaft and tried to ignore it. 

"Fuck! Damn, fuck!" His mom shouted. "Tom!" 

Gritting his teeth, the young athlete sprang out of bed, yanked on the nearest pair of shorts, and padded down the hall to his mother's bedroom. 

When he walked in, Amanda was sitting on the edge of her bed, holding her left leg tightly. She was wearing the pantyhose he'd "bought" her yesterday, her right leg stuck straight out, bare toes wriggling in discomfort. She'd painted them red, he noticed. 

"Um," he said, carefully. "Mom?" 

"Goddamn that hurt like a sonofabitch," she complained, then unfolded her knitted hands. Underneath, a laddered run in the nylon scored her shin, revealing a scarlet mark where she'd barked it against something. Amanda extended her left leg, surveying the damage. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. "Another pair gone. Goddamnit I *liked* those." Looking up, she caught Tom's distracted gaze. He was looking straight down at her legs, his sculpted bare chest heaving. 

"Tom," she began. "I'm going to have to ask you to run back to the store, honey." Without thinking, Amanda stood, hiking her skirt up and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of the hose. She turned her back to her son as she wriggled them down her thighs to kick them off her foot. 

Tom got a good long look at the black cotton briefs that were wrapped tightly around his mother's pert buttocks, cradling those tight little spheres, before he realized he should be looking away. Blushing hotly, he looked straight down at the carpet, where her scarlet toenails dug deep into the thick pile. He was suddenly very aware that his morning wood hadn't really gone anywhere, and jammed his hand in the pocket of his shorts to grab the shaft and keep it under control. 

"Throw these away before you go, will you?" She said, holding them out. "Hang on. I'll get the pack-" Tom took the wad of black nylon while his mother scooped the discarded package they'd come in off the floor. "Put 'em in here and just chuck it-" Amanda looked inside the pack, then looked again. 

"What the hell?" She said, wondering. Tom watched as she pulled another wad of nylon from the depths of the packaging; they were a smoky grey, this time. Amanda tossed the package on the bed, and unrolled them. A smile spread over her features as she slid a hand inside, feeling the fabric. "I guess they were tucked away in the corner."

"I...guess?" Tom said, not sure it was the right time to tell her how he'd gotten them in the first place. His fingers absently worked the discarded pantyhose in his fist.

Amanda thought for a moment. "Okay, I can work with this." She shrugged her suit jacket off and began to quickly unbutton her blouse. Suddenly remembering her son was in the room, she addressed him. "You can go. I'm getting dressed."

"Yeah, yeah," Tom said, backing up a step. "Obviously. I'm not hanging around for that. Pfft. Did you still want me to, uh-" he held up the old pair.

"Chuck 'em," his mom said with a dismissive shake of her head. She opened her closet and pulled out a red skirt.

'Yup, sure." Tom stuffed the pantyhose into his other pocket and backed away. He shut the door behind him. In his shorts, his hand hadn't let go of his cock; the whole time he'd been in her room, it hadn't flagged an inch. Feeling the head rubbing gently against his thigh, Tom made a snap decision and ducked into his own bedroom. 

Before the knob had even clicked, he was lying on his own bed, one hand inside his shorts, furiously working his swollen member. Tom grunted, and lifted his ass off the mattress, wriggling the gym shorts down his legs to his knees, kicking them off. As he did, Amanda's pantyhose fell out onto his stomach, landing between his rigid pectoral muscles. Tom stared at the empty, reinforced toe of them as they unrolled, one long black leg unfurling across his stomach and onto the bed. 

He froze. The toe lay just at the apex of his sternum. If he craned his head down, he'd be able to kiss the-

Tom shook his head. What was he thinking? The image of his mother's red toenails, all wrapped up in nylon flashed across his vision. Tom blinked, then wriggled a little, trying to get the pantyhose to fall off all on its own. The nylon was warm. Up close like this, Tom realized that he could *almost* see a pattern in them, like snakeskin almost. He shuffled a little, and the nylon glimmered in the sunlight pouring in through his window. He stared a moment, watching the light dance, eyes trying to trace the pattern as it snaked away from his vision. Meanwhile, the pantyhose refused to dislodge. 

With a grimace, he gingerly plucked at a fold with thumb and forefinger. Despite himself, Tom rubbed the fabric between the pads of his fingers. The nylon glimmered. It was smooth. Very smooth. He rubbed it around and around, enjoying the swishing sound. No wonder his mom liked wearing them so much, he thought, other fist still idly pumping his cock. 

Tom slid them around his fingers, drawing more and more of his hand into the nylon web. His fingertips tingled, almost as if the nerve endings were waking up for the first time. 

"It's so soft," he said quietly as the nylons sizzled in his fingertips. "So soft, so smooth." Tom's gaze fell on his own cock, rampant and thick and leaking in his fist. 

No. No, he couldn't, could he? How wrong would that be? The nylon glimmered. Tom glanced at the door. It was still closed. 

With trembling hands, he released the shaft and reached down to grab the leg of his mother's pantyhose that had rolled off to the side, sliding his fingers into the hole revealed by the run. As his arm slid into the lower end of the nylon, the skin woke up, tingling and electric with the sensation. He wriggled his fingers, experimentally, watching them stretch it out. Suddenly, he was struck by how much it seemed like the gauzy blackness from his dreams. 

Tom's cock surged in his fist as he wrapped his hose-coated fingers around it, and he had to suppress a groan as he gave it an experimental pump. 

"Ffuck," he grunted. He'd never felt anything quite like it. Sliding it up the shaft, he circled his fist around the head and made an incoherent noise deep in his throat as the nylon caressed the flared tip. Topping the shaft, he spread his fingers wide and allowed the fabric to cast a wide, silky net across the head. 

"Ungh," he said, hips pumping involuntarily upwards, fucking into the pantyhose, stretching it out, making it glimmer in the light. The pattern flashed momentarily, circling the head, just as it had circled his mother's thigh the day before. Tom closed his eyes, and all he could see was the pattern, flashing along her thigh, circling her taut, firm flesh before it slid downwards, behind her knee, across her calf. Tom's hand did likewise, a marionette limb caught in the pantyhose. He watched her stand on her tiptoes, calves bunching, soft little feet arching; he had to stifle a gasp. 

Fucking faster into the nylon web, Tom opened his eyes to see the empty toe of the other leg, still somehow on his sternum, staring at him accusingly. The nylon was empty but only a few minutes before his mother's toes had been in there, wiggling, red-nailed. He licked his lips. They had been so bright, like cherries. The pattern glimmered; seconds later the nylon was trapped between Tom's lips as he fucked himself into the pantyhose, stretching it beyond any reasonable expectation of its tensile strength. 




Lost and Found



"Honey?" The door opened a crack. Tom looked over, face panic stricken as he saw his mother appear in the doorway. Amanda had changed into a crisp white blouse with an extra button undone to reveal a tasteful hint of her lightly-freckled cleavage, and a tight red pencil skirt that emphasized her diminutive waist and the swing of her hips. She carried a pair of dark red heels in one hand. The smoky grey nylons were sheer and shimmery in the light, and her toes wriggled once, in surprise at discovering the tableau laid across her son's bed. 

Before anyone could say anything more, Tom glimpsed the pattern flashing up his mother's shin, and suddenly he was cumming, grunting and fucking hard into the dark pantyhose as the cream poured out of him in great hot gouts; his eyes rolled back in his head as the pleasure overtook him, brain washed clean by the white hot pleasure. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" The noises were dragged out of him by the plumes of semen that jetted around his fist. Amanda watched as her son's body was wracked by orgasm, every finely-tuned muscle in his body standing out as he arched and humped and came. The last spurts of cum dribbled out of Tom's fist, through the pantyhose and down his fist. 

Panting and spent, he opened his eyes.

"Mom-" he croaked weakly, trying to formulate an explanation, an excuse, anything. Before he put another word together, she was gone. 

Amanda's head was spinning as she slid in and slammed the car door. What was that? What had she just witnessed? When had her son started doing *that*? When had her son grown such a big *cock*? 

The tires screamed as she roared out of the driveway.

But there was no driving away from the heat smouldering between her thighs.

--

If yesterday had been spent going in and out of a daze, today Amanda was in there for a full eight hours. For starters, she'd picked that pencil skirt specifically because no matter what she did, how she moved, or walked, or sat, her nyloned thighs would rub together, and send that delicious thrill up through her, as her sensitized skin slid against the hose. Which is to say, the sizzle of gently pleased nerve endings followed her around all day long. 

Secondly, any time her mind started to wander, Amanda's imagination would begin conjuring up images of Tom, naked as the day he'd been born, fucking his fist into her discarded pantyhose, looking for all the world like a golden god seized at the peak of ecstasy, manhandling a rod which had looked as though it rivalled in size the big pink vibrating pussy pleaser one of her friends had gag-gifted her on the fifth anniversary of her divorce. She jokingly called it "Big Jim," but Tom's cock - the first live dick she'd laid eyes on in an embarrassingly long time, and far and away the biggest - was no joke. The uncomfortable knowledge of her son's endowment made her squirm, which only added to the sizzle of pleasure radiating up through her lower body to the base of Amanda's neck.

And that image launched a myriad of questions that battered against the inside of her skull all day: had he done that before? did he do that often? why pantyhose? why *her* pantyhose? why was it in his mouth? when did he become so *handsome*? why couldn't she stop thinking about his cock, his abs, his lips (so pouty) gripping the hose so tight in his mouth? when was the last time she'd had a cock, any cock? 

Luckily, Amanda was able to fob most of the day's work off onto one of the interns working downstairs; he'd looked so cute and eager when she'd sat on her desk, crossed her legs, and offered him a chance to do some grownup work. What was his name? Chad? Brad? Something like that. Big brown eyes and charming smile and broad shouldered in his brand new suit. 

What was his cock like, she wondered? Was it as big as Tom's? Amanda tried to imagine it, a big fat tool straining through those slim navy pants of his as she perched her ass on the desk, dangling one shoe from her little foot, until it eventually clattered to the floor, and she began sliding her toes up his thigh...

Back in reality, Amanda whimpered and squeezed her thighs under her desk. The hose slid together, and the diminutive MILF tried not to move any further. The wetness down there was getting too insistent to ignore. 

Really, she should just take them off. Take the hose off entirely and let her head clear so she could get properly mad about what she'd seen, and figure out what to do. Under the desk, the nylon gleamed, and she thought she saw that pattern, snaking its way around her ankle. They were so *pretty* and they felt so *good*, she just couldn't make the sacrifice. It wasn't worth it. 

Maybe she just needed to get laid, instead. That sounded pretty logical. Did Brad/Chad have a girlfriend? 

The day went on like that, round and round in distracting circles, until five o'clock passed and Amanda realized she'd have to go home and find some way to address the morning's events. 

For good or for ill, the house was empty when she got back around six. Tom was nowhere to be seen, but the kitchen still gleamed from the surprisingly thorough cleaning he'd given it the day before. 

"He's a good boy," she said to herself, sitting down at the one of the stools around the kitchen island, where she'd have a good view of the front door when Tom came back. "I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. We'll talk it over. It'll be fine." Amanda crossed her legs and watched the door, letting the pleasant tingle radiate up through her. 

One of her heels *tok*ed against the lower rung of the stool. The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes. Seven o'clock came and went. 

Amanda checked her watch, then the clock on the wall, then the clock on the oven, then her watch just to be sure they were all in sync. 

Eight o'clock ticked past. 

Her fingernails tapped at the screen of her phone. No messages from Tom, no replies to her messages. She paced, shoes clicking on the tile. 

Nine o'clock. 

She thumbed through the contacts on her phone. Did she have any of his friends' numbers? Their parents' numbers? What about that Michael kid? Or the rich one...what was his name..de something. De Walter? De Winter? De Wynter? She couldn't remember. 

Ten o'clock. Ten-thirty. At ten thirty-nine, her son waltzed in through the kitchen door, not the front, obviously hoping to slink past unnoticed. Instead, he found Amanda standing there, glaring. Her arms were crossed underneath her breasts, the sleeves of her once-crisp blouse rolled up unevenly; her auburn tresses had been pulled back into a slightly-wild ponytail that was tight at the scalp and made her look more severe. 

"Well," she said. "And where the *hell* have you been?" She clipped her words, looking up into her son's face. Tom wouldn't meet her heated stare. 

"Just- just," the young man floundered. "Out. Just out. With some of the guys." 

"Did you lose your phone? Did you break it? Was it off?" Questions fired like machine gun rounds, each punctuated by her heel. "Did you not get my texts? Were you too busy to notice it going off? Or just didn't care?" 

"Mom, I-" he groped for the words, eyes desperate. "I'm a grown man now, mom. I shouldn't-"

"Sit. Down." 

Tom pulled a face but dropped into a seat at the kitchen table. He looked miserable. Amanda's voice softened.

"Honey," she said. "I worry. You know I do. I don't ask for much. Just let me know when you're going to be late coming back." Amanda hopped back up on one of the stools. 

"I know you're a good boy," she said, crossing her legs absently, trying to ignore the pleasant tingle. As the hose sizzled, Tom glanced up. "Just let me know, okay?" She recrossed her legs.

"Okay," he said, then blinked, and looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry mom. It won't happen again, okay? Can I go now?" 

"No, you can't go," Tom sighed and rolled his eyes, and stretched the full length of his legs out under the table. "Don't roll your eyes at me, either." Amanda recrossed her legs, and saw his eyes flicker up. He straightened up, and mumbled an apology. "We still have to talk about- about- about what happened here this morning."

A wretched look crossed Tom's features as the heat rose in his face. "Mom, I- I mean I don't- I mean I'd never- I mean it's not-"

"It's okay, honey." The hose sizzled and his eyes flickered and the blush faded a little. Amanda felt the heat of her anger drain away as the tingling in her legs radiated from the tips of her toes on up to her scalp. "I know-" she swallowed. "I know that young men have- have needs. And I know you haven't been able to take care of them the same way since I said you couldn't borrow my car." Amanda let one shoe slip from her heel, and dandled it on the end of her toes. Tom watched it bob, and listened to the sizzle of her hose. "Isn't that right, honey?"

"Y-yeah," he said in a faraway voice. "That's right, mom." Tom shifted in his chair, eyes on the arch of his mother's size-five foot. Amanda's fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, which had wandered somewhere north of her knee. 

"So, I understand." The hem of her skirt inched higher up her thigh. "I understand why you- why you ended up-" pumping that thick young cock into my sexy fucking pantyhose, part of her wanted to scream "-doing what you did, okay? But I don't ever want to see you doing that again, alright Tom?" There was a glimmer around her well-turned ankle, and Tom's eyes chased it up the muscles in her calf, over her knee, and across the expanse of smooth, smoky-grey thigh.

"Absolutely, mom." Tom agreed without thinking. "Never again." 

"Good," she said, smiling. She recrossed her legs, letting the other heel dangle, and relishing the building giddy pleasure deep in her core. "Good. Now, if you're good. And *only* if you're good for the rest of the week, I'll let you borrow the car on Friday. How does that sound?" The hem of her skirt had rucked all the way up around the tops of her thighs, and as they worked, Tom's eyes were locked on the glimmering pattern circling just below where the fabric ended. 

"That sounds great, mom. That all sounds amazing." One of his hands was under the table now, in his lap. Amanda could see the muscles in his arm working; he must be itchy. 

"Good," she said again. "Good. I'm glad that's settled. I'm just going to go to bed now, honey. You have a good night." Amanda hopped down from the stool, and walked over to her son on slightly wobbly legs. His eyes were unfocused, and a light sheen of sweat sparkled on his brow. She could smell him, a slightly musky, animal smell as she leaned in to kiss him on the forehead. Her lips lingered for a few moments, tasting the sweat before she parted. "Good night, Tom." 

"'Night, mom." He replied, watching her, not moving from his chair. 

She was unzipping her skirt before she reached the top of the stair, and it *flump*ed to the floor just inside her bedroom door. The air was cool on her damp thighs as Amanda peeled the hose off, skinning them down the sweetly rounded curves of her ass, stepping down out of her heels as she did. The diminutive redhead laid the pantyhose reverently on the bed once they were off, smoothing them out, hands relishing the silkiness of the fabric. No wonder Tom had stretched the other ones across his cock; it took considerable effort for her to stop touching them with her hands. Idly she wondered what they'd feel like, tickling her nipples, or sliding between her pussy lips...

"Get a grip, girl." She whispered to herself, fingers sliding off the nylon. Casting about, Amanda spied the package on the floor and picked it up; they'd be safe tucked away in there and-

Tucked away in the corner was a wad of bright blue fabric. 

"What the hell?" Reaching inside, her delicate fingers drew out a pair of electric blue nylons. They definitely hadn't been there this morning, she knew that. There was no way there'd been room for *three* pairs in there. It simply wasn't big enough. 

Laying the new pair next to the grey ones she'd just taken off, Amanda looked inside again. Nothing. Blank white cardboard stared back. She laughed, and if there was a slightly hysterical edge to her laughter, nobody said anything about it. She looked again. Nothing. 

"Get a grip," she said again. It wasn't a magicians' top pocket. An endless stream of pantyhose wasn't about to come flying out. That simply wasn't possible. Right? 

Amanda looked at the new pair. There was no way she could wear these to work tomorrow: the colour was too outlandish, too bright. Nonetheless, she smoothed them out, spreading them over the sheets, two long slashes of searing blue, connected at the top by a narrow bridge of the same colour. 

These were obviously not her usual sedate work safe pantyhose. There was no crotch in evidence, for starters. They almost looked like stockings and a garter belt, all of a single piece. Her fingers toyed with the fabric. Amanda had never worn stockings before. 

She picked them up by the waistband, holding them just under the shadow of her navel. The big black briefs she was wearing looked ugly, utilitarian, against the wild blue. Amanda fingered the nylon. Then, she made a decision. Stepping back from the mirror, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down.The sudden inrush of air made her very cognizant of the creaminess that stained the gusset of her panties.

Feeling giddy, and a little girlish, Amanda dropped the panties to the floor where they lay in an unsightly little pile, and remained there forgotten, as she slid her foot into the blue nylon. The single mother had to repress a shudder as the fabric stretched and across her skin, creamy pale underneath the opaques. Again, the delicious sensation of nerve endings awakening and tingling to life rippled throughout her lower extremities. Her toes curled as the fabric crawled up her calves, past her knees, silkiness sliding across her taut thighs until the waistband snapped into place just below her navel.

Amanda pulled her ponytail loose and shook her head, letting her hair tumble down to her bare shoulders in an auburn cascade. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin had the ivory smoothness that came concomitant with the red in her hair, though the early summer sun had kissed her shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts, concealed beneath their nude cotton bra, with a sprinkling of freckles. She spread her hands across the expanse of her stomach, kept trim by constant attention, though perhaps a little softer than she'd like. Her fingers found the waistband of the hose and tugged them upwards, relishing the new sensations radiating up through her legs as they stretched a little tighter across her skin. 

Amanda turned and looked over her shoulder into the glass. An electric blue band of nylon skimmed across the tops of her buttocks before sweeping down in a dramatic inverted U that left her firm cheeks half-bared, elastic digging into the muscular flesh. She reached back to snap the band, watching the slight jiggle in the meat of her behind before standing up on her tiptoes and flexing it, feeling those globes go steely hard under her fingers. Her legs looked like they'd been dipped in Blue Raspberry flavouring. Wheeling about on one toe, she inspected the well-trimmed, bright ginger tuft of hair left exposed at the apex of her thighs, and fluffed it with her fingernails. Not too long, but could do with some grooming soon. 

Below, she saw moisture glistening on the inside of her thighs; spreading her legs slightly, she looked down. Strawberry-pink labia peeked out from between Amanda's vulva, dripping steadily with wetness that had been oozing into her panties all day. Her fingers slid easily between her lips with a little wet noise, and she gasped. Straightening up, she reached back with sticky fingers and unhooked her bra before flicking it into a corner with a disdainful look. 

After she'd had Tom, her breasts had swollen through the first three letters of the alphabet, settled somewhere north of D, and stayed there. As they wobbled into view, all milky white mature flesh, capped by dusty pink nipples standing at attention, Amanda regarded herself in the mirror, letting her fingers do the walking past her tidy nest of pubic hair. 

She looked good, she decided, slick fingers sliding back and forth between clitoris and vagina. Her hips tilted back as she spread her legs a little more, and the suspender hose glimmered. Better than good. 

"Fucking *hot*," she hissed through plush lips, lifting one heavy breast, mauling it with her fingers. Where was Brad/Chad now, she wondered. There's no way he'd be able to resist her like this, ethics be damned. Then she could throw that strapping young body down on her bed, tear those tight-ass pants off him and-

Amanda crawled up onto the bed, opened the drawer in the side table and scrabbled around inside before pulling Big Jim out from his resting place. It had always seemed so intimidating before, she'd never actually put it inside of herself, simply used the vibrating function to get off; now, it seemed, if not actually *smaller* then certainly more *manageable*. 

Her mouth twisted up into a grin as she twisted the base and it roared to life in her fist. Getting up on all fours, Amanda rubbed the tip of the thing against the slippery folds of her pussy, and it slid easily into her ripened depths. 

"Unf," she grunted. "That's right you fucker, fuck that young cock right up inside of me." The dildo, buzzing away in her cunt, squelched as her juices sluiced out around her fist. "I've been waiting all fucking day for this, and you'd better fuck me right." Amanda imagined the intern saddling up behind her, taking her hips in his big hands and- 

There was something wrong with that picture. 

She flipped over onto her back, furiously plunging Big Jim's humming pink shaft in and out of her clasping hole. Looking down, she raised her electric blue thigh, and Brad/Chad loomed over her, sculpted young body tense as he thrust into her, her legs stretched wide and high in the air, pantyhose glimmering and-

"Fffuck," she said through shivering lips. "If you're not gonna fuck me right, hon, then momma will just have to show you how it's done." Amanda rolled over onto her knees, righting herself, fingers holding Jim tightly inside her juicy hole. "How's it feel to get fucked," she asked an imaginary Brad/Chad, mauling one tit as she palmed her clitoris. "How's it feel to get fucked by a real woman for once, and not one of your stupid college sluts?" 

Amanda gritted her teeth as the pleasure rolled through her body. "You fucking love it don't you? You fucking love this fucking cunt, old enough to be your-" the hose glimmered. She gasped, had to catch her breath. "That's right old enough to be your fucking moth-" She humped the humming plastic filling her up with ever-increasing desperation, barely aware of the words falling out of her mouth while the suspender hose glimmered and the pattern raced around her thighs, unseen by the wearer. "Your *fucking* mother!" She gasped. "Your fucking *mother*, motherfucker!" The fire between her thighs, smouldering all day long, burned searingly hot now, achingly so, a dam of white-hot pleasure so ready to burst. "Fuh-fuh-fuck! Motherfucker! Fuck motherfuh-fucker! Fuck your fuh-fucking muuuuhhhhhhHHH!"

The words were lost in a rising shriek as she started cumming, juices pouring out around the pistoning plastic cock, her back arched and hair a wild mane of sweaty loose curls as the orgasm ripped through her body. Ecstasy sang through her legs and thighs, the tingling song of the pantyhose firing neurons through pleasure centres she hadn't even known she had. 

Amanda's body jerked its way through orgasm, electric shocks coursing through her limbs, leaving behind an irresistible lassitude that ended in her crumpling helplessly to the bed. Too exhausted to move, she let sleep take her, but it couldn't take the smile from her face. 




Lost and Found



She fell into unconsciousness even before she could hear a door quietly shut further down the hall. 

--

Amanda awoke early the next morning from a night of pleasantly sexual dreams. Big Jim slid easily out of her as she stirred, cycling her hosed legs in the sheets. The pink plastic glistened and dripped in the morning light and she idly considered sliding him back in again to go another round; but the batteries were dead, she found, twisting the base this way and that. 

Oh well. That would have to be a trip to the store later. Amanda sat up, crossing her legs, letting her fingers toy idly with her still-slippery though achy labia. She glanced at the clock; it was way too late for a run, now. 

With a sigh, Amanda unfolded herself and stood up, stretching, pushing her milky mature tits up and out. Padding into her ensuite bathroom, she cranked open the shower faucet. It was with great reluctance that she stepped out of her hose, letting them fall to the floor, but there was really no way to wear them to work. Under pants, maybe, but then there'd be no way to show them off, to let Brad/Chad ogle her electric blue legs, invite him back to her office for a little lunchtime meeting. 

No, it'd have to be the grey ones again, she decided, towelling her hair. Maybe a shorter skirt this time? 

Striding out into her bedroom, Amanda tossed the last night's pantyhose onto the bed, and looked around for the grey pair. They were nowhere to be seen. Not on the bed, not next to it on the floor, not under it. She couldn't remember actually putting them away, but she picked up the packaging anyway, and peeked inside. 

As before, something dark was tucked away in the corner. 

"This is getting ridiculous," she muttered, pulling out the scrap of fabric. "Where did that kid even get this thing?" It turned out there were two scraps of silky black nylon inside; stockings. Sheer black. Stayups. 

--

Tom rolled over out of sleep when his mother shook him. 

"Good morning, lazybones." She said, smiling gently down at him. Her auburn curls glowed in the sunlight. He just stared, dumbly, into her face for a long moment. Heat rose in his face. 

"Um, hi." He said, cautious. "What, uh, what's up?" 

"Tom," Amanda folded her hands in her lap and crossed her legs. He sat up a little, suddenly aware that she was wearing and abbreviated, black cotton jersey mini dress, a cocktail dress that had been re-appropriated as workwear with the addition of a white cardigan draped across her shoulders. The cotton jersey lovingly flowed through his mother's tightly packed curves, but his eye was drawn to the retreating border of her skirt as it crawled alarmingly high up her nylon clad leg. The silky fabric was smooth and sheer and black and Tom thought he could see a hint of a darker black band just peeping out from underneath her hem. His fingers flexed under the bedsheet. "We need to talk about something."

"Um, ok?" He said, then: "I thought everything was OK after last night." He shifted uncomfortably. Amanda laid one hand on his leg, and her skirt crept in a millimeter higher, confirming the black band that encircled her smooth thigh.

"Honey," she said, "everything is fine. I just wanted to ask you: did you really go to the drugstore the other day?"

"Of course I did," Tom said, straightening up. His mother's hand slid up his muscled thigh. "Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious," his mother reassured him. "They are so different from my usual brand, I wanted to go back and pick up a second pack. You bought them at the store around the corner, right?" Tom couldn't meet her gaze, and let his eyes drift back down to her legs instead. The pattern, like snakeskin, flashed across the nylon; it twisted and turned it moved along her stems, like something alive.

"Bought?" He asked. Sweat appeared at the fringe of his shaggy brown hair. "Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" Amanda raised one carefully shaped eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

Tom looked miserable for a moment. His mother's hand slid a little higher. He bit his lip, then appeared to make up his mind. 

"Well," he began, "this is how it is." He told Amanda all about the old woman with the crazy eyes and the unmarked package and how she'd dropped it but wouldn't take it back.

"I see," she said, not sure what to make of it. It couldn't be true, not really, but she wasn't about to call her only son a liar. "Well, I guess that's it for that, then." Amanda gave him a squeeze and stood up. Tom lay there, half covered by the sheets, chiseled chest golden in the morning sunlight. His hands were somewhere under the covers. She straightened the hem of her skirt.

"Now be good," Amanda said, looking around at the mess. "And clean up this pig sty of a room before I get home, okay?" His eyes were glued to her legs as they fed into mirror-black pumps, calves standing out beneath silky sheer stockings. 

"Yes, mom." He said. His left arm moved, just a little, under the sheets. 

"Good boy," she said. Her voice was warm. Amanda leaned in and kissed her son on the forehead, tasting his sweat. Her lips lingered a few seconds longer than necessary. A shiver ran through Tom. 

She turned and left, the skirt of her dress wrapped tightly around her hips, hem dancing around her upper thighs. She didn't see Tom's hand reaching under his pillow to extract something. 

The day passed. Amanda relished the sense of freedom the stockings granted, the air swirling under her skirt as her skin tingled beneath the nylon. Brad/Chad came by to ask a series of increasingly-distracted questions about his project as he stared at the older woman's legs, trying not to be obvious about getting a glimpse up her dress while she crossed and recrossed them for his viewing pleasure. In Brad/Chad's defense, she made it spectacularly difficult to do otherwise, perched on the edge of her desk, dangling one heel while her stockings glimmered. Amanda was happy to see that her efforts had the desired effect, as evidenced by the obvious bulge in his tailored pants as he left. 

She'd have to find a way to suitably reward him for all his hard work once he finished, Amanda reflected, sitting back down in her chair. The scent of her own arousal wafted up from between her legs.

"Buy batteries," she told herself, resisting the urge to let her fingers slide up under her skirt, forcing them to glide along her silky thigh instead. Amanda's toes curled inside their shoes. Thus, she passed the day in a light, pleasant buzz, rewarding herself for tasks completed with radiant tingling sparked by fingertips against the nylon. 

Around five, she fairly danced out of the building, limbs buzzing with energy, brain a little foggy with pleasure, and so just distracted enough that she walked straight into a homeless woman outside, knocking her over. 

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Amanda gushed, blushing hotly as she gave the other woman a hand. 

One green eye and one blue eye regarded her from beneath a fringe of tight grey curls. 

"Don't worry about it, honey." Amanda couldn't place the accent. 

"Do I- do I know you?" She asked, memory triggering somewhere in the fogged-in back of her head. 

"No." The other woman's teeth gleamed as she smiled. Amanda helped her scoop up a collection of gewgaws and clutter that had fallen out of her overstuffed carpet bag, unmindful of how much leg she was showing off as she did. "Thank you child." 

Amanda didn't hear her. She was too busy staring at a cello-wrapped oblong package; the cardboard within was white, but a tiny square window revealed a stretch of opaque black nylon. 

"Is this-" she began, heart trip-hammering in her chest, "where did you get these?" She asked, waving the package. 

"Oh, somewhere," the old woman waved a hand. "I forgot they were there. I don't wear them, me." She lifted the hem of her broomstick skirt to prove it, but Amanda wasn't watching. "Do you like them?" 

"I love them." The response was immediate and emphatic. "If you don't want them, will you sell these to me?" 

"Sell them?" The old woman laughed. "No, but I'll give them to you. Just enjoy them, enjoy your life with them, enjoy your family with them. That's all I ask." 

"Sure, sure." Amanda agreed, not really listening. Her fingers wanted to open the pack so badly. "Oh thank you so much!" Suddenly, she was hugging the other woman, face buried in clean-smelling curls that crunched as she did. 

"Don't worry about it," the woman chuckled. "Us mothers gotta stick together, don't we?"

"Thank you, thank you!" Amanda kissed her on the cheek, and danced away. 

The whole way home, she kept one hand on the package, fingers peeling the cellophane open, sneaking inside to rub the unworn tights. She squeaked through three yellows rushing home, running one red that changed *just* before she entered the intersection.  

"Hello~o!" She called out, tripping into the house on light feet. "Tom? I'm home!" 

"In here," he called out from the living room. Amanda poked her head in, and saw him laid out on the couch, watching TV, wearing a pair of grey gym shorts that ended above the knee and a soft blue wifebeater. 

"Did you do what I asked you?" She asked, chipper. 

"Yup," he said, not looking away from the television. 

"Good boy," Amanda said, and a blush rose in Tom's face. He shifted on the couch, rolling over onto his side. "I'm just going to change, and then we can start supper, okay?"

"Sure, mom." She was already halfway up the stairs, heels loud against the hardwood flooring. 

Bounding up the stairs, cellophane crinkled as she tapped the package against her palm. Passing Tom's opened door, she took a moment to peer inside. 

It was certainly clean-er. The clothes had been picked up and stacked neatly on his desk. The floor was devoid of magazines and video game cases and various dinnerware. The covers had been pulled roughly over his bed. Amanda went to leave, then glanced back through the door. 

Something smoky grey peeped out from under one corner of Tom's pillow. Amanda's brow furrowed; she stepped into the room and plucked at it with thumb and forefinger. Pantyhose, *her* pantyhose, her *missing* pantyhose, came tumbling out, pooling on the floor. She tossed the pillow aside, revealing a small nest of nylon underneath, black and electric blue. 

Amanda scooped up the grey hose, and held it up against the light. It looked unstained, intact. She did the same for the other two pairs. They seemed clean. 

Her nostrils flared. She drew herself up to her full height and bellowed, "Tom! Thomas Michael Kennedy! Get up here! Now!" 

Her son appeared in the doorway, seconds later. 

"Mom? What-" She turned to face him, nylon dangling from her fingers. 

"What." Her words were clipped. "Is. This?" Amanda thrust her hands out accusingly. He blushed, then paled, mouth working but unable to produce any sounds. "Sit down, young man!"

In a rush, he seated himself on the bed. 

"Explain yourself, please." Amanda gestured at the pantyhose still lying where his pillow had been. 

"Mom," he started, licked dry lips, then started again. "Mom, I don't know. I was home and I was cleaning up and I saw them and I picked them up and I just liked, I just liked the way they felt and I put them there for safek-"

"Do *not* lie to me, young man." She waved the grey nylon under his nose. "These were missing from my room when I woke up this morning. Those," she pointed, "I told you to throw out yesterday. *Those* I left lying on my bed when I went to work this morning." Tom squirmed under his mother's glare. She fumed, waiting for an answer. 

When none came, she said, "lie down."

"What?" 

"You heard me. Lie. Down." Hands on her hips, Amanda stared down her lanky son until he complied. She grabbed hold of one wrist. 

"Mom, what are you-" a twist of her hands, and the grey pantyhose was looped around his wrist. She yanked it up, and fed the loose end through the spindles of his headboard. "Mom?" Not saying a word, she tied the other end around his free wrist and let the nylon snap back. 

Tom looked into his mother's face. Her features were set, angry, but her eyes fairly shone with manic energy. 

"This is cr-"

"Shut up," she said, snatching the ruined black hose from behind his head before stuffing it into his opened mouth. Tom's eyes rolled back in his head, and he pulled at the pantyhose restraining his arms, biceps standing rigid as he did. Somehow, the hose held. 

Amanda seized his ankles, tying them to the foot of his bed with her electric blue hose. Again, Tom pulled hard at his restraints, powerful legs straining to free themselves to no avail. 

"How's that?" She said. "How's that feel? Do they feel nice now?" Tom looked at her, mouth full of the taste of his mother's sweat. "Are you going to tell me the truth now?" He nodded. "Good." She plucked the sodden nylon from his mouth. 

"Why didn't you throw these out like I asked you to?"

"I...I liked the way they felt," he said. "I had them in my hand and- and I just, I just couldn't. I had to touch them, feel them on-"

"I know where." Amanda said curtly. "What about these?" She gestured at the head of the bed. "When did you steal these?" 

"Last night," he said in a quiet voice. 

"Last night?" His mother echoed. "Last night? While I was asleep?" Tom nodded. "You mean you saw- you saw me wearing my blue hose?" And nothing else, his mother left unsaid. She sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on his bare calf. 

"I only stopped to close the door," he said. "But you were there, and they were there and you looked so-" he groped for words. "I mean, I know it was wrong but I saw you and you looked so-" 

"Saw me?" Amanda raised an eyebrow. "You mean you watched me - watched your own mother - pleasuring myself?" He nodded again. "And then you took them?"

"Yes," he said. "I'm sorry mom, I'm so sorry. You just looked so... beautiful. I had to feel them." 

"Is that why you took these, too?" She fingered the pantyhose wrapped around his ankle. "Did you...use them?"

"I'm so sorry mom," he said. "I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop it. They felt so good and you looked so fuc- so beautiful. I picked them up and I started thinking of you and how you looked and I just-" 

A queer look crossed her face, pride and uncertainty and excitement. She shrugged off her cardigan, revealing smooth, bare arms. 

"What about these?" Amanda asked, standing. Tom looked at her as she hiked up her abbreviated skirt until the hem was above the welts of her stockings. "Do you like these?" Tom stared as her stockings glimmered, eyes chasing the pattern as it raced down her legs, vanishing into the vamps of her black pumps. He nodded. "Were you planning to steal them later, to touch them?" Another nod. "To touch yourself with them?" Again. 

Amanda regarded her handsome son. "Do you want to feel them right now?" 

He grunted, then nodded emphatically. 

On shaky legs, his mother stepped out of her pumps and onto the bed. Crouching between Tom's outstretched thighs, Amanda extended one shapely leg and brushed his cheek with her toe.

"How about that?" She asked. "How does that feel?" 

"Good, mom. It feels real good." Tom's voice was a ragged croak. 

She dragged her big toe across his lips, dragging a needy moan out of him. 

"Kiss it," she husked. Tom craned his neck forward and slurped his mother's toe into his mouth. As his tongue slid across the sheer nylon, Amanda gasped sharply; she could see the pattern radiating up her leg now, fast and brighter than ever. He bathed each toe, suckling them reverently, then dragged his tongue across her arch. 

"Good boy," Amanda said in a low moan. Tom watched her through lidded eyes as she extended her other foot for the same treatment. As her son worshipped at her feet, each flick of his tongue sent shivers through her clit, as though his face were buried between her legs. 

She reclined on her elbows, watching his pouty mouth working her pinky toe. Somewhere, in the back of her brain, a voice screamed about stopping, about cultural taboos, about resistance, but there was nothing it could do against the radiant pleasure the stockings were wiring straight into her nerve endings. 

"You're making mommy's feet feel so good honey," she said, voice ragged. "I think we'll do this every day after work mmmkay?" Tom groaned into her delicate arch.

"Yes mom," his voice was muffled by her foot as his tongue sought to cleanse every inch of it. Amanda smiled triumphantly, then dragged her free foot down his chest, under the hem of his shirt, and back up his body, head spinning as her sensitive sole travelled up his bare skin, tracing the contours of his laddered abdominal muscles, up to his lean pecs, toes scrunching over her son's left nipple. Tom shivered and arched his back, pulling against his restraints. 

The sensation of holding power over his sculpted body, of his hot skin flush with her foot, pressing helplessly into it, was intoxicating. Curious, Amanda let her fingers slide up Tom's thigh, into the leg of his shorts. It wasn't long before her delicate fingertips were brushing against the leaking head of his swollen cock. 

"You love this, don't you?" She asked. "You love mommy's feet, mommy's legs, all wrapped up in their hose?" Amanda ground her foot into his face as he nodded, while her nails danced around his glans. Precum made her fingers slippery against his heated member. "That's why you had to steal mommy's hose, wasn't it? So you could fist this thing," she wrapped her hand, just big enough to encompass the swollen plum, "and think of me." 

"Yes mom," Tom mumbled. "You're all I can fucking think about."

"Good boy," she twisted her palm around his head. "Mommy's legs and toes caught you, didn't they? Got you all snarled up in her cobwebby nylon trap?" Tom couldn't answer - her toes were stuffed into his mouth, but the surge in his cock was all the response she needed. Amanda's fist slid up his shaft, and her son arched up into her fingers, desperate for more. 

"Right from the first day I walked in with these," Amanda transferred the sodden black pantyhose to the hand inside Tom's shorts, and she wrapped it around his shaft. "You were caught, weren't you? This big," she pumped it, "fat," sharp stroke around the top half of his cock, "young," twisting her fist, "young cock, all caught up in mommy's leggy web. I guess- I guess that means it's mine now, doesn't it?"

"Wha- what?" Tom asked, head spinning, barely able to tear himself away from Amanda's toes. 

"I said," Amanda stretched the black nylon across his rampant cockhead and sawed it back and forth. "I caught this cock. It's mine. Right?"

"Nggghh!" Her son growled and grunted through gritted teeth. "Yes! Yes! It's yours."

"Good boy," she rewarded him by pinching his nipple with her toes. Amanda's fingers traced along the shaft; it was well-beyond Big Jim's now less-than-impressive thickness, so much so that her fist couldn't close around it. "Mommy's going to enjoy her cock baby, and you're going to *love* it, I know."

"Yes mom," he mumbled, chasing her toes with his mouth, not really aware of what he was saying, just aware of how good it felt to go where the pattern led him, to let Amanda's nylons massage him, to feel her hand on his cock and her toes in his mouth. 

"Good boy," suddenly she snatched her legs back, rocking herself upright, thighs straddling his torso. Her stockings caressed the sides of his abdomen as she reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and peeled the dress upwards, revealing first the satiny, hip-skimming bikini panties that barely covered her pubic thatch, then her deep, shadowy navel in the smooth expanse of her stomach; Amanda's mature tits bounced into view, freckled and capped by those thick, plug-like nipples, their dusty pink colouring giving way to an deep angry rose. "You like?" She asked, lifting one tit to her mouth, and giving the nipple a loud slurp. 




Lost and Found



Tom just stared at his mother, but his cock pulsed in his gray shorts, threatening to burst the inseam. Amanda grinned, then wiped the precum from her fingers with the wadded-up nylons. 

"Here," she said, a wicked look crossing her face. "You messed them up, you clean them." Before he could say anything, Amanda was stuffing them back into his mouth, where his tongue was suddenly activated by the wet black hose, sucking almost of its own accord, relishing the admixture of flavours. Then, her fingers were under the waistband of his shorts, searching. 

"You dirty, dirty boy," she chuckled as she fished his cock out. "You like it, don't you? Doing what mommy says?" He nodded, sucking noisily. "You like it when mommy makes you suck your filth out of the hose that caught you." His fat cock, emerging from his shorts, snapped to attention. 

"It must taste good," Amanda said, and leaned forward. One hand pressed his insistent member against her tightly muscled ass while she caught her son's mouth in a kiss, her tongue searching for his through the mass of nylon in his mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred, then broke away. Her eyes bored into his. "That *does* taste good. Maybe later, mommy will have to get a taste direct from the source, but right now," Amanda slapped his cock against her ass with a loud crack, "I have better uses for *this*." With her other hand, she swept the gusset of her panties aside, revealing her dewey labia, dripping directly onto Tom's treasure trail. "Do you want it, baby? Do you want mommy to take your cock like this?" 

Mouth full of pantyhose, Tom couldn't say a word; instead, he made a needy, gagging, slurping sound, thrusting his cock up into her hand, dryhumping her exposed asscheek.

"There's no going back after this," she warned. "Once we do this, you'll be mommy's pantyhose slave forever, honey. You'll spend every damn day doing what I want, fucking me how I want, pampering me how I want, and as a reward, I'll let you touch my nylons, I'll let you fuck your cock into mommy's pantyhose, I'll let you arrange and clean and put them away." Even Amanda didn't know what she was saying, but the words fell out of her mouth of their own accord, drawing up a verbal contract that would tie them together forever. "Is that what you want, baby?" 

Tom's head bobbed up and down furiously, even as his cock thrust upwards against her soft skin. Amanda purred, and let his cock slide between her legs, rubbing up against the slippery wetness of her dripping labia. 

"Ohhh honey," she crooned. "Mommy's going to fuck this cock so good you won't even remember there are any other pussies out there." With her index finger and thumb, Amanda positioned the thick plum head at the entrance of her waiting hole, and began lowering herself. Tom thrust himself upward, as far as the limits of the pantyhose restraints would allow (not very far), suddenly desperate for the clasping heat of his mother's pussy. It felt, for all the world, as though his cock was being swallowed in a silky, slippery nylon mouth, the muscles in her cunt spiralling and twisting around his meat just like the pattern had twisted and spiralled around his mother's leg. 

"Fuck! God, Tom," Andrea said, biting her lip as her son's cock slid deeper inside of her, bullying into her needy cunt, "God, you fill mommy up so fucking *good*." She rolled her hips forward, gasping as it slipped another inch inside. "Fuck baby, mommy's gonna need this every day. Are you okay with that, honey? Mommy taking your cock every," she ground her hips counterclockwise, "fucking. Day?" 

Tom just thrust up into her, grunting into the pantyhose stuffed into his mouth, desperate to get more of himself inside of her, aching to feel every square inch of her divine pussy. Amanda began grinding in the other direction, knowing she was in complete control of her pleasure, his pleasure, unable to keep a giddy smile from her face. This handsome young fuck god was hers to do with as she pleased, hers to keep here in her house as a toy and a slave and lover, armed with a relentless young cock that would pound her ripened, mature cunt whenever she wished. That he was her *son*, her only child, only made it more attractive somehow, as though she had created the perfect lover for herself, the wrongness adding a heated frisson of the taboo that made her pussy churn and nipples tingle. 

Amanda frantically strummed her clit. 

"I *own* you now, don't I honey?" She asked, leaning forward into Tom's face, one hand splayed out on his chest. "Mommy's hose caught you and now I own you forever, don't I?" Tom sucked noisily on the hose in his mouth, the black nylons that had captured his eyes in the first place. Looking his mother in the eye, he nodded. Amanda purred, and began thrusting her hips atop his shaft, slowly pistoning him in and out of her while her sucking pussy massaged the length of him. "What a good boy," she said, and Tom tried manfully to pound his cock up into her, arms and legs straining, the tendons in his wrists standing out like steel cables. 

"Poor baby," she cooed, kissing his face while languorously fucking him, each upstroke pulling obscene wet noises out of her cunt as she creamed all over his cock. "Does baby want mommy to make him cum? Does he want to fill mommy up with his hot boycream?" Tom nodded desperately.

"Well, tough." Amanda righted herself, sitting straight up on his cock, licking her lips as she watched him struggle, so desperate to pound his mother's pussy. She raised her hips a few inches, and dropped hard onto him with a loud smack. "The first rule of this relationship, honey, is: Mommy. Cums. First." Smack. Smack. Smack. "Understand?" Smack. She began fucking herself on top of his cock faster, tits jiggling as her body dropped again and again. "Mommy. Cums. First!" Her hands crawled under his shirt, fingernails burning scratches in his taut golden skin. "You don't get to cum. Ever. Again. Unless I say so. Get it?" Tom head bobbed up and down frantically. "If I want to leave these balls aching and swollen for weeks, that's my prerogative, isn't it?" She reached back and grabbed his bouncing sac while he signed his approval. "And you fucking love it, don't you? A strong older woman taking control of you; your own *mother* taking control of your sexual life like this?" 

Tom redoubled his efforts to fuck his cock up inside of her, to no avail, grunting out a muffled "YEFSH!"

"Good boy," she cooed, her hips a blur atop his cock, skin slamming on skin, beating a rapid tattoo that filled the room. "I'm going to train you to be such a good. Boy! Good! Boy! Good! BOY!" Amanda reached out, grabbing his shoulders, leaning into him hard as she started cumming, hips cycling and pussy clenching down on Tom's cock. Her body jerked, spasming, tits jumping in his face, sweat pouring from her diminutive, tightly-packed body to splatter down onto his. Her eyes were wild and fierce, shining with her newfound power over him, power he'd willingly given up to her in exchange for the intense pleasure pounding through his cock.

She growled, and lifted herself up off his rampant member, letting it fall back, sticky with her juices as they dripped out of her. She plucked the nylons from his mouth, and wheeled around atop him. 

Tom stared up at his mother's pink hole, pulsing and running freely with cream. Without a word, she dropped her pussy down, onto his mouth, and he eagerly slurped at her sopping labia. 

Amanda looked down at her son's twitching cock, head slick with precum. She unrolled one empty leg of the sodden black hose down over his shaft, the loosest possible condom, and stretched it tight. He shivered, and the nylon glimmered, the pattern crawling over her son's thick shaft. 

"Is this what you wanted?" She asked, leaning close. "Mommy's worn pantyhose on your cock?" Amanda stroked the shaft, fingers sliding over the stretched fabric. Tom quivered from head to toe. The tip of it was so fat. "Or something more?" Tenderly, her lips pressed against the weeping piss-slit through the thin veil that separated them. Underneath her, his tongue thrashed around in her pussy, body straining to do likewise. Amanda gave it a long, experimental lick, savouring the mix of tastes - the nylon, the pussy cream, the precum - then lapped at it again, kittenlike. Her pussy buzzed as Tom let out a long, low moan into it.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said, tongue flickering around his glans while she slowly fisted his cock. Had he always tasted so good or was this some weird side-effect of the pantyhose? The pattern glimmered. It didn't matter. She began to suckle at the tip of his dick, nursing on the gentle pulses of sweet precum that flowed through the hose. Amanda smeared it all over her lips like lipgloss, then licked it away before stuffing the head back in her mouth, grabbing hold of his shaft with the other hand. It was a two-fist job, she decided, offering her son long, nearly continuous downstrokes while she suckled on his enormous phallus. He squirmed under her ministrations, his own tongue clearly unfocused on the job at hand. Each teasing flicker of her tongue brought a new shudder to her son, and it took a second for him to refocus on her pussy. Amanda stroked him faster, now, tongue swiping back and forth across his pisshole, cleaning away the steady stream of fluid leaking out. 

"Mommy's hose caught you," she said between laps, "so it's only fair," her fingers interlocked in a clasping nylon tunnel around his shaft, "that you spill your seed for mommy's hose first before you get to cum inside of her. That's fair, isn't it?"

Tom's muffled 'yes' was indistinct and slurred. 

"Of course it's fair," the sizzle of the hose on his cock grew louder. "Whatever I say is fair because I'm your fucking pantyhose queen, aren't I? I fucking own this cock, don't I? What I say goes, and you fucking love it, don't you?"

"God yessss, mom. Mommy." Tom said, his chin momentarily breaking free of her clasping labia. "I love it. I love you. I love your pantyhose. I love your pussy." His voice was lost as she pressed herself down on him again. 

"Good boy," she cooed, slurping noisily at the head of his cock, fists pumping hard. "Now be mommy's good dirty boy and fucking cum for me. Cum for mommy! Cum! Cum! Cum!" Amanda felt every muscle in his body tense and jump as his heels and shoulders dug into the mattress, raising them both into a rigid arc as cum burst into her mouth, filling her tongue with the taste of his final submission to her will. The sheer sense of power over his pleasure sent her careening over the edge a second time, gushing hot pussy cream all over his digging mouth while she eagerly drank down the semen his balls shot across her tongue. Pulling off to let out a scream, she carried on pumping him through his orgasm, watching as each plume of cream burst forth from his pulsing cockhead, fountaning up to splatter down across her knuckles. 

"Good boy!" she enthused. "Give mommy all that fucking cream!" This drove a strong spurt up and out of his cock, soaring a foot above the tip before splashing on her forearm. Eventually the spurts subsided to a dribble, then ceased. Tom's body flopped to the bed, cock beginning it's long journey to softness. Amanda licked her fingers clean like a cat. 

"Mom," Tom panted, "Mom that was incred-"

"There's more where that came from." Amanda scissored her legs, standing. She plucked the cum soaked pantyhose from her son's cock. "Clean these," she said, tossing them onto her son's face. "Clean them and I'll let you see what's in here." His mother scooped up the unopened package of pantyhose and held it up for him to see.

Her stockings glimmered in the light, snakeskin pattern speeding around her legs. 

With a will, Tom began feeding himself the nylons as his cock began to stir. 

"Good boy," she said, softly.

Outside the house, heterochromatic eyes watched Tom's bedroom window. They crinkled as a smile spread over their owner's weathered features.

"They're all good boys," the old woman muttered to nobody in particular. "They just need to be shown the way." 

FIN



Lost and Found



There was no doubt about it. I was lost, well and truly lost. I pulled my car over to the side of the lane and got out the map again. All the little roads looked the same, winding round and round in the middle of no-where. I sighed deeply and pulled out my phone.

This was supposed to be a weekend visit to see my best friend, Rachel, and to stage her hen night. I hadn’t seen her since she upped and left the bright lights of London. Now she was living with her fiancé, in a large country house, in the middle of the country, with no bloody signposts!!

My phone beeped as I dialled her number. Bloody low battery! Rather than waste it I decided to try and find a local to ask directions from. I turned the keys to re-start the car. Nothing. I tried again, Nothing! Swearing profusely, I opened the door and got out, then realising I knew nothing about cars, got back inside. I grabbed my phone and phoned the AA, praying the battery would last long enough to give them directions. It suddenly dawned on me that I had no idea where I was! How was I going to give them directions to find me! Swearing again, I crossed my fingers and hit the call button.

“Hello? AA emergency rescue, Amy speaking, how may I help you?

“Hi. I’ve broken down and need assistance. The only problem is I have no idea here I am,” I said helpfully.

“OK madam, what was the last signpost you saw?”

“Erm…there was a sign for Huyton Hill no that long ago, I took a left and carried on for a couple of miles…” My battery died.

Panicking, I tried to switch it back on but to no avail. “Fuck”, I swore to myself. What did I do? It was starting to get dark and I had no idea which direction to head in. I had seen no other cars for the last half an hour. Did I hope that the AA people had got the gist of my call and would try to find me, or did I try and find a phone box nearby to call Rachel? I glance down at myself and decided against the latter. 

Due to the nature of the hen party having a ‘Moulin Rouge’ theme, I was dressed in a tight corset, a suspender belt and fishnet stockings. Granted I had a coat in the boot, but since I had not been planning to make any stops, I had worn my outfit to get into the party mood as soon as possible. 

I decided to sit and wait, after all, my car was safer than wandering around the countryside in the dark. I grabbed the blanket from the back seat and snuggled down. I tried the radio, but there was little to no reception. I picked up the torch and my book from the passenger seat, and lost myself in the 18th century.

I woke with a start as a hand banged on the window, and screamed once as I saw a man’s face staring in. He smiled and flashed his badge at me.

“AA madam”, he said.

Thank God! “ How did you find me?” I asked as I opened the door. 

“We’re very efficient madam. What seems to be the problem”, the man said to me. I followed his gaze as his eyes rested on my breasts, falling out of the corset.

I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it tightly around me. I shrugged and flashed him a smile. “Hen party.” 

“Oh I see!” the AA man laughed, “I just thought the gods were smiling on me tonight!”

In your dreams, I muttered under my breath. “The car just died.”

“Pop the hood for me darling”

“I’ll just wait in the car.” I said shutting the door behind me.

The man walked around the side of the car and leant in to have a closer look. As he bent over I noticed he had a fine arse on him. I hadn’t seen his face clearly, only the gleam in his eyes as he has looked down my cleavage. But that gleam has been enough to see what he had been thinking. 

After a couple of minutes, the man walked back round to the window. I wound it down, not wanting to get out of the car again. The night had brought a slight wind with it. The little breeze that blew through the window had been enough to make my nipples harden and I didn’t want to give the man anymore encouragement. 

“It’s a simple thing to fix”, the man said. “I need to see your AA card though darling. Membership number and all that.”

“Of course.” I turned to the passenger seat and reached in for my bag. Pulling out the card, I turned around and gasped as the man was leaning into the window.

“You startled me!” I gave him a nervous smile and handed over the card.

The man looked pulled a notebook out of his pocket and looked over my card. “I’m sorry madam, there seems to be a bit of a problem. Your card has expired” 

“That’s impossible”, I said taking the card form him. “It only came in the post an month ago”, I began. Then a flashback hit me. I had received the new card and meant to change them in my purse, but then the phone had rung… “I am so sorry.” 

“Not as sorry as me love.” The guy said. “I can’t do anything without proof of membership.”

“No!” I started. “You cannot leave me here without a car. It’s miles to the next village, I’m on my own and dressed like a stripper!”

“Nothing I can do love, Company policy”

“This is BULLSHIT!” I screamed at him. I flung open the door and jumped out, forgetting in my rage about the blanket. “I’ll be onto the AA first thing in the morning making a complaint about you!”

“You can complain all you want to love. They will tell you the same thing.” 

“Well what the fuck am I supposed to do?” I glared at the man as he shrugged his shoulders.

The man looked down and the ground and then I felt his gaze on me. His eyes travelled from my six-inch black stilettos, up my legs that were wrapped in the black fishnets. I felt his eyes widen as the sight of the suspender belt and tiny thong met his eyes. He took in the corset and I sensed his stare as he saw my breasts pushed up high and round above the top of the corset. I saw his face as his eyes met mine.

“I can think of a way round this little problem”, he said suggestively.

“NO WAY!” I screamed and took a step backwards. “I am not going to sleep with you, just to get my car fixed.”

“Well love, I don’t see another way out of the matter. There will be no one along here tonight, they take the main road at night, too dangerous up here. Also, who said anything about sex?” Putting an arm on the roof, the man stood and looked at me, then down at his crotch. 

“I am not doing anything of the sort!” I scoffed at him. I was beginning to get scared now. He was right. The chances of anyone passing were remote, and if he did force me, who was going to hear me scream up here.

“Your loss darling.” The man closed the bonnet and walked back to his van. 

“Wait”, I whispered, not realising I had said anything until the words had left my lips. Realising it would be easier than spending the night alone out here; I looked at the man as he turned back to face me. “I’ll do it. Just fix my car.”

“Ok petal. Glad to see you have come to your senses. But I have to have the payment first. Company policy.”

I opened my mouth to argue then closed it just as quickly. If I was going to do this, lets just get it over and done with. I nodded meekly as the man walked back towards me.

He grabbed my arm and walked my round to the front of the car. 

“No need to pull!” I said, wrenching my arm from his grip. The man reached up and slammed the bonnet shut. He grabbed my arm again and pulled me towards him. The other hand gripped the nape of my neck, holding me still as he took my mouth in his. He thrust his tongue forwards, forcing my lips open. 

I managed to pull back enough to speak. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“Just setting the mood a little darling. A little kiss never hurt anyone.” With that he tightened the grip on my neck and dragged my face back to his. His kisses tasted of mixture of mint and tobacco, and before I could stop myself I began to kiss him back, massaging his tongue with mine. 

The man jerked his lips from mine, “Not so unwilling after all!,” He said with a smile. I didn’t answer, but swore to control myself. 

The man’s hands both slid up to my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees on the ground, until I was level with his crotch. The ground was rough under my knees and I could feel the fishnets splitting against the gravel. The man released his grip on my shoulders and unzipped his jeans. I could see his cock straining against the fabric, but wasn’t prepared for the size at it was finally released before me. It was easily eight inches long and seemed to be well over an inch in diameter. My hands reached up in protest but the man simply laughed and guided my hands to his throbbing shaft. Adjusting my hands, the man placed both his on my head and moved it closer. I closed my mouth tightly, but the man was insistent and moved his hips forwards. I was helpless as he forced his shaft against my lips and into the warm recesses of my mouth. As I adjusted my position to accommodate the size of the man’s cock, he pulled out the clip holding my hair up, letting my long blonde locks fall down my back. Grabbing fistfuls in each hand, the man pushed himself further into my mouth. “Suck!” he commanded. 

I began to tighten my mouth around the massive erection, reluctantly at first, but as he pushed my head further into his groin, I sucked him deeply. Refraining from gagging as I felt him touch the back of my throat, I took as much as I could of him into me. He began to rock his hips, slowly at first, but then increasing the speed as he began to use my mouth for his pleasure. 

As he did, I tried to block out what I was doing, trying to justify it in my head. This was the only way I could get the hell out of here, it had to be done so just get it over and done with. But, the little voice in the back of my head was beginning to speak up. Give it to him good, let him know what you can do, let him know what he is missing. How could I think such things! This man was raping my mouth, forcing me to give him oral sex. But I couldn’t help but wonder, what that extensive cock could do for me too.

I was brought back to reality with a jerk as the man tightened his grip in my hair and began using his hands in rhythm with his mouth. As he pulled halfway out, I swirled my tongue around the smooth tip, dipping into the opening to taste him fully, before taking him back to the warm crevice of my mouth. I hated that my body was betraying me, bringing the guy off, as best I knew how. I drew my teeth very gently down his shaft as he withdrew again, causing the man to groan at the unexpected pleasure of my acquiescence. Again and again the man pounded into my mouth, and over and over I met him thrust for thrust. As I massaged his balls with my hand, I felt them tense up and his cock begin to throb in my mouth. He came into my mouth in several powerful thrusts, as I did my best to swallow what I could and not choke. He kept thrusting until he had completely emptied himself into me. 

Eventually, he released the grip on my hair and pulled his cock out of my mouth with a small popping sound. I instinctively fell forward, landing on my hands and taking deep breaths into my lungs. A hand stroked my hair back from my face, whilst another reached under my arm and helped my to my feet. Against my better judgement, I collapsed against the man’s chest. I could hear his heart pounding under his jacket, loud and strong, almost in time with mine.

“If I’d have known you were as good as that love, I wouldn’t have asked so nicely”, the man muttered. I pulled back from him, but he kept his hands on my waist. He was right in a way, I had enjoyed making him feel that way, and I loved knowing what I could do to a man. But he was a stranger, he has forced me into this. Then, why was my body giving off the telltale signs I was turned on?

The man’s hand moved down to my bare buttocks and began to pull me towards him. “You enjoyed it didn’t you?” His eyes tried to meet mine, but I kept them lowed from embarrassment. One hand moved round to my crotch and before I could protest, the man ran a finger along the narrow material of my thong. I knew before he said anything that I must have been wet. What can I say, sex of any kind turns me on! I wanted this man to take me right here, right now and to hell with it.

Without a word, the man moved his hands up my back, and began to pull at the laces holding my corset tight to my body. He looked into my eyes and raised an eyebrow in a silent question. I nodded and moved my mouth towards him again. We kissed deeply as his fingers struggled with the ribbons and mine slipped off his jacket. The T-shirt he was wearing underneath followed the jacket on the side of the road and I ran my fingers down his exposed chest, lightly tracing my nails around his nipples. As his resumed his work behind me, I bent my head and took one of the nubs into my mouth. A gasp escaped him as I sucked and nibbled gently on the sensitive area, alternation the attention of my mouth.

With one final tug, my corset came free, and I was finally able to breathe properly again. Throwing it on the ground, the man took my heavy breasts in his hands and began to massage them, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensations he was creating invited me to groan lightly and lean my head back, pushing my chest further into his hands. He took the initiative and began to kiss my neck, whilst increasing the pressure on my nipples. With two of my most sensitive erogenous zones being stimulated, I was in heaven. The kisses on my neck continued down my body, until the man took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked firmly. I cried out as he doubled the assault and traced his hands down my body.

I felt his hands take hold of my thong and was astonished at the brutality of the man as he ripped it off in one swift movement, leaving me in nothing but suspenders and my stilettos. I kept hold of his head, not wanting him to cease the attention he was giving my nipples, as his fingers began to explore the between my legs. Non-too gently, his foot kicked at my feet to separate my legs. He pulled his head up to whisper in my ear, “ I will stop if you ask me to but I think you should know I want to use you. I want to take you over this car and give you the time of your life.” 

I wanted it so badly my clit was practically throbbing. The adrenaline that had previously caused fear was simply adding to my excitement. I turned, looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Fuck me”.

He did not need telling twice. He kissed me again and I felt his fingers running up and down between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers brushed against my erect clit before they carried on their explorations. The man traced his hand up and down for what seemed like forever until I was begging him for more. Smiling at me and looking deep into my eyes, he pushed two fingers deep between my hot lips. I cried out at the intrusion and ground my pussy down on his hand. Adding a third finger, the man began to stroke up quickly, stretching me, filling me. I bucked my hips against his hand and as his thumb tapped against my clit I lost myself in the waves of orgasm. I moaned loudly as my breath caught in my throat, my muscles tightened around the man’s fingers and I came on his hand. He held his hand still as I shuddered at his touch and finally came back down to earth. 

The man was smiling as I looked up into his eyes. I watched as he took his fingers into his mouth and sucked on one, tasting me on it. “Enjoy that?” 

I smiled at him “Not really”. 

“Well, we’ll have to keep going until you do.”

With that the man pushed me towards the car bonnet, which until now he had been leaning against. He put a hand in my back and forced me to bend over. “Let’s see how much you like this then!, he growled in my ear. I wasn’t going to stop him as much as my head was telling me to. I had not been this turned on in a long time and was still on a high from the previous orgasm.

Again, spreading my legs with his feet, I felt the cool breeze on my wet pussy and thighs. As the man placed his one hand on my hip, I felt the other guide a newly hardened cock towards me. He stroked me at length for several moments, driving me into frenzy. I moved my arse back towards him of my own accord, searching for more. It was then he took me with one long thrust, filling me with the entire length of his prick. I gasped at the intrusion as my body tried to cope with the solid mass that filled me. He groaned at the tight fit of me around him. We stayed joined together for several seconds, each of adjusting to the new sensations that we were feeling. 

He then started moving in long slow strokes, withdrawing until only the tip of him remained in me, before pushing back into me again. He held onto my hips, making sure he filled me to the hilt every time. I bucked beneath him, trying to get him to use me properly. The man knew he was driving me crazy, but the more I struggled the slower he got. 

“Please”, I begged. “Please fuck me, I can’t take this anymore.” I got no response, just the continued slow rhythm of his cock inside me. One had reached around and began to tug at my nipple. 

“I’m begging you, I can’t do this.” 

“You want it like this?” the man asked. He withdrew again, but pushed back into me with such force, I fell flat on the bonnet.

“Yes!” I screamed at me.

The man began to move inside me, deeper, stronger and with more abandon. My whimpers of both excitement and shame excited him and drove him deeper still. He was really fucking me now, his balls slapping against my arse as he rammed his cock up me again and again. I moaned at the onslaught as the man rode me hard and fast. I was so wet, my juices were practically running down my thighs and I could feel the jolt of each stroke deep in my stomach. I screamed out as I felt another orgasm building, this one more powerful than the first. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my body upwards, arching my back, straining for deeper penetration. As the man gnawed at my neck, I couldn’t hold back any longer and let the orgasm take me. My knees began to buckle and the hand in my hair released its grip to hold me upright. My cunt contracted over and over again as I tried to take the man with me this time. 

As the night started to come back into focus, I told the man to stop. “ I want to see you,” I said. As he released me, I realised I had little strength left in my legs. Stumbling around to the side of the car, I turned to face the man. He looked into my eyes and lifted me upwards. Moving in-between my legs, he lowered me back down onto his glistening shaft. I was beginning to feel quite sore, from being stretched so far, and was extra sensitive from the powerful orgasms I was having. I wrapped my legs around the man’s waist, locking my ankles tight and held on for dear life around his neck. His hands moved under my buttocks for extra leverage and support. 

We locked eyes as he began to move into me again. He pressed me down and began hammering me in a solid, inexorable pounding. The movement went on and on, striking me with an impact on the edge between pain and pleasure. Our flesh met with smacking blows and I ground down on the man’s solid cock. I looked down and could see him thrusting into me, hard and sure. As one of the man’s hands moved around to play with my clit, I lost control again. I exploded against him, at the same time I felt his prick twitch inside me as I finally took him over the edge. The man emptied himself inside me, his warm cum filling me as I tightened my pussy to milk every last drop from him. 

We clung to each other for what seemed like forever before he slowly set me down on the ground. I slumped to the floor as my legs finally gave way, whilst the man, still panting from the performance we had just given, opened the bonnet of the car and leant inside.

When I finally managed to open my eyes, he was dressed again, and helped me out of my ruined tights and into a change of clothes from my suitcase in the car boot. The man reached in and turned the key in the ignition, sparking the car into life. 




Lost and Found



Doug Jenkins wandered through the library in search of a place to sit and study. He found an empty armchair and sat down, opening his history book and beginning his assignment. Several hours later, after he had finished all of his work and the library was closing, he got up and stretched. As he stood, he saw a purse in the chair across from him, but knew that no one had been sitting there the whole time he had been there. He picked it up and thought, “Someone must have left this. I’ll bring it back to my room and find the person tomorrow.” He tucked it into his backpack and headed back to his dorm room.

Meanwhile, in her room, Katie Kennedy was searching all around for her pocketbook. She said to herself, “Oh, great! My drivers license, my credit cards, AND my school ID were in there, I can’t believe I lost it!” After satisfying herself that she was not going to find it in her room, that it indeed was lost, she went to bed, resolving to retrace her steps in the morning.

Doug opened the purse and began to look through it, searching for evidence of whom it might belong to. He opened the wallet, which was tan plaid, and saw inside her drivers license – Katie A. Kennedy, 5’6”, brown hair, blue eyes, he read. He looked at her picture approvingly – she was hot!

He went to his computer, sat down, and accessed the student directory online. He found her number, picked up his phone, and dialed her. She picked up, “Hello?”

“Katie?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“My name is Doug Jenkins, I found your purse in the library yesterday.”

“Oh, you did? That’s great! Do you have it?”

“Yes, I have it right here with me.”

“Oh, awesome! I’d do anything to get it back, there’s some really important stuff in there!”

“How do you want me to get it to you?”

“Why don’t you come over to my room, Wood 133, around 7 tonight?”

“Great! See you then.”

“Bye!”

Dave hung up the phone, thinking about her sexy, sultry voice. He replayed her words in his head: “I’d do anything to get it back…” Suddenly he came up with an idea, and he couldn’t wait to go over to her room that evening. He began counting the hours until he could meet her in person.

That evening…

At 7:00 exactly Katie heard a knock on her door. She had found herself strangely thinking about the conversation she had had with Doug all day long, and as she went to the door she found herself straightening her skirt and running her fingers through her hair. She opened the door and looked up into the face of a 6’1” tall man, her age, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a sturdy, muscular frame.

She invited him in and turned away to let him enter. His eyes followed her, loving how she was even more perfect than he had pictured – her waist was tiny, her ass perfect, her brown hair silky and smooth, her eyes soft and endearing. She looked at him and flashed him a smile that nearly made him melt as she sat on her bed, motioning for him to sit on her desk chair across from her. He took his seat and as she crossed her legs he got a great view of her smooth white thighs. She asked, “Do you have my purse?” while uncrossing and recrossing her legs, making him swallow hard before answering. He said, “Yes, I have it…”

“Well?” she questioned, her skirt sliding away to reveal several more inches of her creamy skin. He gulped and in one move knelt in front of her, his hand tracing a path along her calf up to her exposed thigh, “Oh God, you are so hot – even hotter than I imagined – I don’t think I want to give your purse back just yet.”

“Oh really?” she asked, this time purposely exposing even more of her leg, giving him a peek at her purple thong panties.

He groaned and shook his head. “Definitely not.” “Hmmm,” she said, flirting with him, “What do I have to do to get it back then?” He moaned softly again. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to answer that question.”

She purred, “What if I do want you to?” He paused and finally said, “Well, it seems to me that after this I just can’t leave you your purse without you giving me a piece of your gorgeous little self.”

She smiled sexily, taking his hand from her thigh, moving it around in to feel her ass and then sliding it back to her thigh. “God, I don’t usually do this but something about you is just making me so hot…”

Doug leaned in and captured her lips with his, kissing her soft, sensuous mouth. Katie’s fingers twined in his hair as his arms wrapped around her, still kneeling at the side of her bed. He straightened up and pushed her back, laying her down on the bed and moving next to her, pressing up against her.

She giggled – a soft, throaty laugh that drove him wild, and purred, “Wow, I can feel that somebody is really enjoying himself!”

He laughed self-consciously until she pressed herself into him, letting her fingers barely trace over the outline of his cock, saying, “Mmmm don’t be embarrassed, I think it’s hot!”

He moved back to kissing her, letting his hands wander freely under her shirt as she did the same to him, playing with the waistband of his pants, unbuckling his belt and scratching her fingernails over his stomach. He pulled off her shirt and unhooked her white satin bra, then let his lips attach to her nipples as she arched her back and moaned. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, slipping it off him and tossing it to the floor as he kissed her. Her moans were driving him crazy – her sexy voice and gorgeous, pouty, pink lips were making him want her more and more. He removed his mouth from her nipple and growled, “I don’t think I can give you your purse back unless you take care of this big problem I seem to be having with that sexy mouth of yours,” as he guided her hand down to his cock.

Her eyes widened as she responded eagerly, pushing him over until he was on his back. She stood up over him and untied her wraparound skirt, letting it fall, explaining, “Lets me move easier.”

She straddled him and kissed her way down his chest and stomach, letting her tongue trace the hairs that led to the waistband of his pants. She unbuttoned his khakis and slowly lowered the zipper, then moved down to his feet and, after taking off his shoes, pulled off his pants and socks too. His boxers barely contained his bulge, and she ran her tongue up his legs under the fabric and then all around under the waistband before finally, dying to see his cock, she lowered the shorts and threw them behind her.

Her eyes widened in pleasure as his huge cock sprang forward. He was at least eight inches long and so thick – she felt her pussy drip at the sight. She took him in her hands and began to stroke him, meaning to tease him, but she found herself unable to resist and she leaned down, swirling her tongue around his huge tip, collecting the salty pre-cum that had already collected there.

Doug moaned at the feeling of this complete stranger’s tongue on his cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head as she took him into her mouth, surrounding him with it’s warm wetness.

Part of him wanted to force her to suck him off right away, but he decided to lay back and enjoy it. She moved slowly up and down his shaft, using her tongue in all the right places and making his body tingle. She removed her mouth from his cock and went down to his balls, taking each one into her mouth and rolling it around with her tongue for a while. He moaned loudly as her lips surrounded him. She moved away and began to lick behind his balls, pressing her tongue into the sensitive spot there and making him jump and groan with pleasure.

She moved back to his shaft and took him into her mouth again, moving down and up once excruciatingly slowly. At the top of her stroke she pulled her mouth off and asked him, “Do you like the way I suck your cock? Do you want to feel my lips tight around you, making you cum into my hot mouth?”

He moaned and thrust his hips up into the air, begging her for more. She obliged, moving her lips back over him, looking up into his eyes as she moved her lips. She began to speed up, increasing her pace, working around his shaft with her tongue until she was fucking him with her mouth, moving faster and faster over his most sensitive spots.

Doug moaned louder and louder as he experienced the best blow job of his life. Her sexy blue eyes stared into his while her lips stretched over his cock and took him in and out, working him faster and faster. He began to thrust his hips up harder, twining his hands in her hair and moaning, “That’s it, baby, ohh…I’m cumming!”

He exploded in her mouth and she kept sucking him, getting everything, cleaning him off before pulling her lips away.

He couldn’t even speak, but to show his appreciation he picked her up and set her over his face, her pussy over his mouth. Her tiny thong was in the way but he didn’t remove it, and instead licked and sucked over and around it. His tongue traced the length of her slit over the panties and moved between her ass cheeks, making her moan. He began to kiss her clit through her panties, licking the cotton fabric, teasing her.

Doug slid a finger into her panties and inserted it into her pussy, all the while licking and caressing her clit through the fabric. When he felt her close to orgasm, he removed his finger and doubled his attack on her clit, using his tongue and teeth. Her panties were soaked and her clit throbbed under his touch as she ground herself into his mouth, feeling herself on the edge.

He took her clit and the material surrounding it into his mouth and sucked gently, creating intense friction that set her off, moaning and thrusting toward him as he sucked her swollen clit.

As her orgasm subsided and she slid off of his face, Doug commented, “Mmmm wow baby, you taste so good!” He licked his lips, collecting her cum.

She lay down next to him and he put his arm around her, saying, “That was amazing, Katie, thank you.”

She smiled, “You’re welcome…but if you think we’re done you had better think again, because I won’t take my purse back from you until you fuck me with your huge cock.” He hesitated, and she begged, “Please! God, my pussy needs it so bad – I want to feel your huge rod inside of me.”

He hesitated further, and she bent down, taking her tits and rubbing them all over his cock, teasing him with her hard nipples. The sight made him instantly start to get hard again, and as she watched him hardening her pussy was dripping. She reached down and began to slide a finger in and out, begging, “Please, please!”

He growled at her sexy pleading and turned her over, setting her on all fours, and with one stroke he slid his huge shaft into her tight, wet pussy, letting out an animalistic roar as he felt her tightness. She screamed as he entered her, filling her with his cock.

He began to pump in and out, creating intense friction as her tits swayed with each of his thrusts. Their moans melted together just as their bodies did. Doug grasped her waist with his fingers and watched as his cock was taken fully into her pussy with each thrust. The sight excited him immensely and he began to speed up his thrusts. He reached around and began to rub Katie’s clit with his fingers as he fucked her hard, making her scream in pleasure as she began to cum, thrusting back at him as he continued moving in and out.

Doug pulled out of her pussy and Katie moaned in frustration, trying to pull him back. He smiled and turned her over on her back, then pushed into her again, filling her tight pussy and loving how his whole body tingled with being squeezed so tightly by her muscles. He began fucking her again, harder and harder, his cock rubbing on her clit with every stroke so that her entire body was wracked with pleasure on every stroke. He felt her pussy clenching his cock, which was growing harder by the second, with each movement, and the look on her face told him that she was experiencing a nearly continuous orgasm.

Her pussy tightened more and more around his cock and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He moaned, “I’m gonna cum…”

Katie licked her lips and groaned, “Cum all over me, I want to feel your cum all over my body.”

That was all it took. Doug exploded, long streams of white cum shooting out of his cock and covering her lips, nose, and cheeks, and as his orgasm began to subside, her tits and stomach. His orgasm continued as he jerked himself frantically, urging all of his cum out and all over her sexy body.

As he calmed down, she rubbed his cum into her soft, white skin, sighing in pleasure. They snuggled together and fell asleep.

The next morning, Doug was pulling on his clothes when she said, “Can I have my purse back now, please?”

He pretended to think about it and eventually told her, “What will you do for it?”

In response she knelt in front of him and reached into his boxers through his still-unzipped pants, pulling out his cock and beginning to stroke it in front of her face, getting him hard.

She took his cock into her mouth and began to play her tongue around the tip as her hand still stroked the base of his shaft. He wound his hands in her hair and tilted his head back, moaning, then looked intently at her. The sight of Katie on her knees in front of him with his hard rod in her mouth was immensely exciting to him.

His eyes closed as he tried to prolong her amazing blowjob, and as he stopped watching her Katie reached around behind him and snuck her purse out of his open bag, all while continuing her oral torture on his cock.

Once her purse was safe under her bed, she pulled her lips away from his cock, giving it a loving kiss. “I got what I needed,” she said, “and you had better call me this weekend if you want to get what you need.”

With that, she stood up and left the room, heading for the showers, leaving Doug standing in her room, his cock throbbing and a look of pleased disbelief on his face.

To be continued if I get good feedback…