2 comments/ 77835 views/ 7 favorites The Ski Lodge: Endgame? By: quinn rogan (Author's note - this is the follow-up to 'The Ski Lodge: First Night'. My apologies to those of you who have been waiting - I hope it's been worthwhile.) The snowplough was making slow progress. Charlie looked at his watch again – twenty past two. The girls would be getting worried. Pete was looking quite a bit the worse for wear, now. The effects of the whisky were wearing off – fast – and Pete was semi-comatose, his head juddering against the window of the heated, enclosed cab of the huge machine, as it ground its way slowly up the hillside. "How much longer, now?" Charlie asked the driver. "Aw, about twenty minutes," replied Jake, cheerfully. By now, Charlie had realised that Jake was a wild optimist – it would probably be the best part of an hour before they got up to the lodge. Deep down, Charlie couldn't make up his mind whether he was disappointed, or not. It had been exciting, when he and Pete were sharing the whisky, and getting to know each other better – then Pete had told him about the time he had watched his friend, Hugh, with Janet, his wife. The first time, after the New Year party, when Hugh had kissed, and half-stripped, Janet – then the 'set-up', when Pete had actually got to see his lovely wife fucking his friend. Despite his tiredness, Charlie felt his cock half-harden as he recalled Pete's graphic description of his excitement at watching his friend become more and more intimate with his wife. Inevitably, this had reawakened Charlie's own memories of seeing Mary, his own wife, dancing with Billy at that never-to-be-forgotten party, and watching Billy's hand disappear inside her clothing to fondle Mary's tits... The temptation to share the experience with Pete had been irresistible and, from that point on, it had been inevitable that the subject of what might happen with the four of them under the one roof for the next week would come up for discussion, and speculation. And, as the bottle of Highland Park had slowly emptied, speculation had become proposition and, in Pete's mind, at least, some sort of binding agreement that the burgeoning friendship between the two couples might develop into something more intimate... Charlie couldn't recall actually agreeing to anything but, by that time, the combined effects of the Highland Park and the arousal engendered by their discussion, and mutual revelations, had clouded his judgment to such an extent that he knew he hadn't rendered any effective doubt, or reservation, and, before he knew it, Pete was talking to Janet on his mobile phone, and dropping some very heavy hints... By the time they had organised the lift on the snowplough, Pete had been 'flying' and his second call to Janet had been even more suggestive. By that time, Charlie, too, had been completely carried away with the idea, but the long, tedious crawl up the mountainside had given him time to think – and to sober up. First and foremost, what would the reaction of the girls be? Pete had said, after the first call, that Janet had sounded pretty excited and, by now, Charlie thought he knew Mary well enough to guess that, under the right circumstances, with the right people, she was prepared to 'experiment', but she was still, fundamentally, very shy, and Charlie knew that the atmosphere would have to be carefully contrived. The more he thought about it, the more Charlie surmised that there was no way they were going to jump out of this snowplough and into a wild sexual adventure tonight... Up at the lodge, Janet and Mary were also engaged in some sober reflection. By mutual, unspoken, consent they had slipped out of their mood of euphoria soon after Pete's call and, five minutes later, they were cradling cups of coffee and, both wearing tracksuits, were engaged in serious discussion. Inevitably, Janet was taking the lead. "We both need some time to get our thoughts together," she insisted, and Mary nodded her assent. Now that she had time to think, Mary's head was in a complete whirl, remembering her first full-blown act of adultery – not to mention the strange, exciting development of her relationship with Janet. Also, she realised, she was tired out... "It's been – quite a night... " Janet went on, reaching out a hand and squeezing Mary's "... in more ways than one... " Mary coloured up, remembering not only how her legs had parted willingly – even enthusiastically – for Howie's erect cock to slide easily inside her, but also the overpowering attraction she felt towards the lovely Scottish girl at her side. "I wish," said Mary, haltingly, blushing crimson. "I wish the boys had stayed down there, tonight. " "Oh, me, too," asserted Janet. "I haven't forgotten where we were headed – but, well, I think we'll have to save that for another time. " She leaned over and took Mary's head in her hands. She kissed her, softly, full on the lips, and her hand slid on to Mary's breast, and squeezed it, lovingly. "There will be another time," she said, with conviction, then added – "if that's what you want. " "Oh, yes," breathed Mary, feeling her heart beat faster. "But I think the best thing we can do now is to clear up and get off to bed before those two Romeos arrive. " "Christ, yes!" exclaimed Janet. "We'd better remove the evidence, too!" She jumped to her feet and, for the next twenty minutes, the two girls were busily occupied, restoring the cabin to its 'pre Howie and Paul' condition, then they both had a quick shower before retiring to their separate bedrooms... It was a quarter to three when Pete and Charlie eventually opened the door of the darkened lodge. Pete was barely conscious, and clearly would have been worse than useless if his optimistic plans had had any chance of bearing fruit, that night. Charlie helped him to his bedroom, making sure he got undressed OK, then watched him slide under the covers beside the recumbent figure of Janet, who hardly stirred. Charlie took the opportunity to study the sleeping girl, before slipping out of the room. Her dark hair was spread over the pillow, and one bare shoulder appeared out of the heavy duvet. Despite his tiredness, Charlie speculated on what lay beneath the covers and whether he might get to find out, in the course of the next few days and nights – and, again, his penis stiffened slightly. He pushed the door of his and Mary's room open, softly. She, too, was in bed, but, as Charlie stepped inside, her eyes drifted open, and a sleepy smile lit her face. Unbeknown to Charlie, she was wide awake, her heart hammering. The memory of how she had wantonly opened her legs for Howie was still too fresh – not to mention her burgeoning relationship with Janet. She had to speak to Charlie – not to tell him, but just to – make contact again. She hoped he wouldn't want to make love to her – what if he was able to tell? She might be – stretched – or he might feel some of Howie's... "Are you OK?" she whispered. "Yeah," he replied. "A bit chilled – but you can do something about that!" He grinned, unaware of Mary's heart sinking, a little. Throwing off his clothes in an untidy heap, Charlie burrowed under the duvet beside her, his hands, as ever, reaching for her breasts. Mary yelped as his cold fingers closed round her soft warm mounds. "That'll get your nipples up," Charlie chuckled, and she smelt the whisky on his breath. "How's Pete?" she asked – it was an automatic association – Pete and his Highland Park. "Oh, he's pretty well out of it," said Charlie. "I made sure he was tucked up, though. " "Was Janet still awake?" asked Mary. Pete felt his cock stir, at the recollection of Janet's sleeping form. "No," he answered, shortly, then hurried on. "And what did you two get up to tonight?" "Oh," responded Mary, with studied nonchalance. "We ate – then we talked – and we had some wine. Did you and Pete have a good talk?" The words were out before she thought about them. She could have bitten her tongue. She didn't want to talk about – that – tonight. In an attempt to distract Charlie, she slid her hand downwards to find his cock – then realised that that, too, could be misinterpreted... Charlie was searching for words. "Listen," he said, urgently. "About Pete – that phone call – he was pretty well out of it. I – I said more than I should have done – I'm sorry, Mary. It was just that – well, when he started talking about him and Janet – well... " Mary snuggled into him. "It's OK, Charlie. As a matter of fact, Janet had got on to the subject before Pete phoned – we got on very well, too, and I found myself telling her things I've never told anyone. " Charlie speculated on what Mary might have talked about – the things she had told him – and he began to feel the old excitement all over again. That strange, almost forbidden thrill that had started the night he saw Billy's hand sliding up to fondle Mary's breasts... Mary hand was cupped, loosely, around his cock and balls, and he felt his cock begin to stiffen. His mouth was dry, as he whispered. "Did you talk about – you know – the four of us?" "Not really," Mary answered. "It was more about what's happened, up to now, with us – and with them. Probably what you and Pete talked about. It wasn't till Pete phoned that – well, the 'four of us' came up. " "So, what did you think – both of you?" asked Charlie, his fingertip caressing Mary's hard nipple, then – "What did you think?" "Honestly?" questioned Mary, and he nodded. "Yes," he said, positively. "We don't do anything you're not happy with – it doesn't matter what they want. " Mary gave a little chuckle. "Even if you had to pass up the chance of – making love to Janet?" "Yes," replied Charlie – only half-lying. "Don't you fancy her, then?" whispered Mary, mischievously. "Not at all," responded Pete, catching her mood. "Those high, firm tits – long legs – peachy bum – aaarrrggghhh!!!" "You missed her shaven pussy," breathed Mary, her amusement mingling with arousal at the memory of her shared caresses with Janet. "Jesus," muttered Charlie, and Mary felt his cock twitch in her hand. "How do you know?" "I saw her in the shower. " Charlie went quiet, then – "What do you think, then?" "Oh, Charlie," Mary replied. "I don't know. I know you like me telling you about Billy and Tom – and Tony and Bev – but what would you be like if... " "If I was watching you – with Pete?" Mary nodded, her heart thumping. In her mind was a picture of the four of them – paired off, watching each other. Charlie was sliding his hand into Janet's panties, watching Pete uncover Mary's tits and begin kissing them. The image excited her, but... "Watching him – fuck you?" Charlie's voice was hoarse. Mary felt his cock, hard as steel, in her hand, and gave way to the excitement of the image. "Yes," she breathed. "His big cock sliding into me, his hands on my tits, my legs spread wide apart for him – would you like that, Charlie?" "And me – fucking Janet – while I watched – playing with her tits... " He groaned and suddenly doubled up as torrents of sperm splattered out onto Mary's hand... They were all slow to surface the next morning – predictably, Pete was slowest of all, but he showed remarkable powers of recovery after his second cup of coffee. If there was any initial awkwardness on the part of the girls, as they recalled their adventures of the previous evening, it soon wore off, as the boys' hangovers made them less than normally inquisitive, and, by ten o'clock, they were tumbling out of the lodge, into the deep, crisp snow, heading for the slopes. They had a fabulous day's skiing, under a new instructor, a handsome blonde Austrian called Joachim, but it soon became apparent that he was more interested in Pete and Charlie than their wives, which caused the girls, particularly, a great deal of amusement. Mary, though, couldn't help wondering at the coincidence – following her voyage of self-discovery with Janet the previous night – and she spent a good part of the day wondering what the evening would bring. Nothing was said about the proposals made on the cellphone the previous night, and even Janet couldn't be drawn on the subject, on the odd occasion when the two girls found themselves on their own. They got back to the lodge in the late afternoon, and all four of them set about preparing dinner – steaks, with all the trimmings, plus two bottles of red wine, and easy, relaxed conversation about their favourite television shows, books, and films. The conversation about their favourite films continued after they had left the table. Mary and Janet brought the second bottle of wine with them, while Pete opened his bottle of beloved Highland Park, pouring generous glasses for himself and Charlie. They were all enthusiastic about "Bridget Jones' Diary", the girls comparing the relative attractions of Hugh Grant and Colin Firth – the boys unanimous in their confirmation of the 'fuckability' of Rene Zellweger. It was Charlie who mentioned the 'after the party' scene in "Eyes Wide Shut", enthusiastically recalling Nicole Kidman, half-drunk and half-naked, teasing her tight-arsed doctor husband about the reactions of a female patient when the 'handsome young doctor' was 'squeezing her little titties. ' "Do you remember," Janet carried on the theme, "when she told him about the naval officer she saw at the hotel?" "Oh, yes," chimed in Mary, her cheeks flushed with her day in the snow, and the warmth, and the wine. "How she wanted him – right from the first moment she saw him – and how she'd have gone with him without a second thought, if he had asked her. " Charlie glanced at Pete, who was staring intently at Mary's parted lips, and bright eyes, as she retold the scene. Charlie felt a frisson of excitement – he sensed a slight atmosphere of tension building up. This could be the start of something... He cast a sideways look at Janet. She, too, was watching Mary, intently, and Charlie was a little puzzled at the expression on her handsome face. Then he realised – she had the same look as her husband. They're feeling it, too, Charlie thought, and he realised that, now – now that the moment might be beginning – he wanted to go on – to see where it led. "Does that happen, do you think?" he asked, suddenly. "I mean – could a girl just feel like that about a man – just like that? So strongly that she'd just – go with him – ignoring the consequences? Just go and – have sex – just like that?" Mary and Janet glanced at each other, then, simultaneously, laughed. It was Janet, typically, who answered. "I think it could," she said. "Of course, I don't have a child to consider, so it would be different for me, but I can imagine the urge being strong enough. " "Imagine?" pressed Charlie. "So you've no – personal experience?" Janet laughed again. "Now, that would be telling, wouldn't it?" she replied. "How about you, Mary?" put in Pete, quietly. "What's your take on this?" Mary lifted her chin – almost defiantly. "Oh, yes," she said. "I'm sure that could happen – in the right place, at the right time – if the atmosphere was right. " Pete nodded, his eyes on Mary's face. She stared him out for a few seconds, then coloured slightly, and dropped her eyes. "And you're not 'telling', either, are you?" murmured Pete, and Mary shook her head, with a shy, but mischievous smile, and a sideways glance at Janet. The four of them fell silent, each busy with their own thoughts. It was Janet who broke the quiet moment. "Have you two ever seen any Zalman King films – the 'Red Shoe Diaries' series?" "Is that the one where the chap from 'The X-Files' reads letters and...?" asked Charlie, and Janet nodded. She was sitting forward in her chair, her glass cupped in both hands. Charlie noticed her hands were trembling a little, and he felt a renewed current of anticipation. "There's one called 'The Game'," Janet went on. "It's about a couple who – well, they like to take risks – sexual risks. Have you seen it?" "Don't think so," answered Charlie, then, mouth drying a little, added – "sounds interesting, though. " He knew it wasn't just a general comment – this was leading somewhere – somewhere, he now knew, where he wanted to go. But he couldn't go alone, and he looked over at Mary. She was curled up in her chair – in a defensive position? Charlie wondered. But she nodded her head. "What did they do?" she asked. "Well," said Janet. "It started off with the girl being blindfolded, standing in a room, while the guy slowly stripped her, and felt her all over, talking to her all the time, about what turned her on – then, at some point, he drew the curtains open. They were in a high-rise block of apartments, with another block opposite. It was night, but the room was lit, and the girl knew they could be seen... " Charlie felt his balls tighten. The others were silent, watching Janet as she fingered her glass, nervously, as she painted a word picture for them. "They watched, as well," Janet continued. "They had a sort of telescope thing, and they – well, mainly he – watched the windows in the other apartments. In one scene, he saw a couple making love and – did it – to the girl, while she watched them. Then they went out one night, in the rain. It was crowded – the streets full of people – and the girl took off her raincoat. She was naked underneath, and he shot a video of her, running naked among all these people. " "They devised this game. It was a game of chance – a 'Wheel of Fortune' kind of thing. The wheel was spun and it could fall on 'Touch me', 'Show me', or 'Tell me', and, wherever it fell, whoever was spinning the wheel had control. And – there was also a 'Wild card', where you could require whatever you wanted... " Pete stood up and went over to the sideboard. He poured two generous measures of Highland Park. Janet refilled her own and Mary's glasses from the wine bottle, emptying it. As she did so, she looked down at Mary, an unspoken question in her eyes. Mary's insides were churning, but she gave a nervous little smile, and an almost imperceptible nod. She had seen the film – late, one night, when she had been alone. She remembered it very well – especially one scene, which she knew Janet had to be leading up to... Memories flooded back – she had gone to bed and relived that episode in her mind, hand thrust between her thighs until she had cried out in release, then slept – deeply – peacefully – until the next morning. And memories of last night's 'game' of Spin the Bottle were still vivid – what was it with Janet and games? And it was Mary, once they were all seated again, who said – "... and – did anything else happen?" "Oh, yes," said Janet. "There were a few things. But the main one was when the guy got the girl to make contact with the couple in the opposite block – the ones they had watched. They invited them for a meal and, afterwards, they told them about the game... " "And did they – play?" asked Mary, her heart thumping as she recalled the half-lit scenes - the hands, and mouths, and clothes being shed, secrets revealed. Janet smiled, but, instead of answering the question, asked another. "Would you like to?" she breathed, her question directed at Mary, but her eyes travelling, to include Charlie. She didn't address Pete – his acquiescence taken for granted. Inevitably, Mary and Charlie looked at each other. Charlie wished he had had a chance to discuss it with Mary again. He had gone straight to sleep after he 'came' the previous night. Had they actually agreed anything? He studied his wife's face, intently. How would he feel – really feel – if she wanted to go on with this? How would it be – watching her – with Pete? His dry mouth and thudding heart told him – and, almost as an afterthought, he thought about Janet, and his cock stiffened perceptibly. The Ski Lodge: Endgame? Mary was reading Charlie's expression – it was like an open book, she thought. "Yes," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "Let's give it a try. " "Yeah," Charlie agreed, a little too confidently – too loudly. He took a long swallow of his whisky. "So –how do we do it, then – you haven't got one of those wheels, have you?" "No," replied Janet, "but I think we can manage with a dice, and we've got one of them! Now, what we do is – we each roll the dice, and the one with the highest score gets to start. Then, he or she picks the person they're playing with, and rolls the dice again. If it turns up 1 or 2, that's 'Touch me'; 3 or 4 is 'Tell me; and 5 or 6 is 'Show me. ' And, if it's a 6, you roll again and, if you get another 6, that's a 'Wild card'. " Pete leaned forward and a dice rolled gently from his hand onto the glass-topped coffee table. "We've played this before," he said. "Only by ourselves – not with anyone else. So, it'll be a first for us, too. " "Are you two sure you're OK with this?" asked Janet, her face concerned. "We don't want to 'bounce' you into anything – and none of us 'has' to do anything. It's no good if one of us stops enjoying it. " Mary's face cleared, a small frown disappearing. She leaned over and patted the back of Charlie's hand. "OK, darling?" she smiled at him, and he nodded, swallowing nervously. "OK," said Janet. "Let's roll... ", and she picked up the dice and threw it on the table... When Charlie rolled his five, to get first 'go', Mary was surprised to be picked as his playing partner, and realised her husband was still feeling very insecure. Then he rolled another 5. "What's that?" he asked Janet. "Show me," she answered, and Charlie looked nonplussed. He looked at Mary, who, her confidence dwindling again, now that the game had actually started, had curled back into her chair. "Is that – just 'me'?" said Charlie. "Or...?" "I think it must be 'us'," said Pete. "'Show us' and 'Tell us' – don't you think?" Charlie swallowed hard. "Yes – I suppose so," he said, slowly, as the girls nodded slow assent. The atmosphere was beginning to crackle, now, as they each imagined what the next hour could bring. Charlie looked over at Mary, his mind racing. God, it was more difficult than he had thought. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He knew she had a bra on, but... "All right," he said, in a low voice. "Mary – show us your legs. " Mary hesitated, then – "You mean – take my jeans off?" Charlie's erection was total, now, his mouth bone-dry. "Yes," he said, trying to sound confident. "Take off your jeans and show us your legs. " Mary's face reddened, and she slipped her shoes off, pulling off her ankle socks, as an afterthought. She hesitated again, then, deciding it would be too awkward to pull her jeans down while still sitting, stood up, and unbuckled the thin belt she wore. She faced them as she opened the front of her jeans and slid them down her thighs. Her t-shirt reached below the waistband of her pale blue panties – just. And her panties were wide enough at the front to contain all her pubic hair, but not dark enough to mask the shadow... Mary kicked her jeans off her feet, and slowly turned round, full of conflicting emotions. Her heart was thudding with a combination of nerves and excitement. Pete twisted in his chair as he watched Mary turn for inspection. Her legs were nice – shapely – and her bottom was fuller, rounder, firmer, than he had anticipated. He felt his excitement grow... "Nice one, Mary," smiled Janet. "Your turn, now. Who do you want to play with?" "Pete," said Mary, firmly, and rolled the dice. A 6 turned up. She looked at Janet, who nodded. "Roll again, Mary – for a Wild Card. " But it turned up 4. Mary looked at Pete, a shy, nervous smile on her face. She was acutely aware of sitting in her panties, her thighs fully exposed and, she suspected, the shadow of her pubic bush showing through her panties. But, she was becoming aroused. She could feel the moist warmth between her legs. "I think we'd better see your legs, too, Pete," she said, mischievously. Pete stood up, a confident grin on his face. He kicked off his sneakers and removed his socks, then unbuckled his jeans and slid them down his strong thighs. He was wearing dark blue boxer shorts underneath. Mary forced herself to look. She realised that she had expected him to be hard, and, seeing that he wasn't, was relieved, rather than disappointed. But, as Pete sat down again, and his shorts tightened against his body, Mary noticed a small dark stain on the front – as well as an impressive bulge against the tight material. As she tried to imagine what lay under Pete's shorts, Mary felt a renewed surge of arousal and, instinctively, sneaked a look at Charlie. He was licking his lips, as if they were dry, and Mary realised that his eyes were fixed on the front of her light blue panties – as if he, too, was seeing the tops of her thighs for the very first time. And his cock was very definitely hard, poking up against the rough denim of his jeans. Pete was rolling the dice. "Wait a minute," said Janet. "Who are you playing with?" "I think it had better be you," her husband replied, as the dice tumbled out of his hand, showing a 1. Pete looked up at Janet, and grinned, evilly. "Well, now," he murmured. "What can you tell me that you haven't told me already?" "Oh – you might be surprised," replied Janet, meeting his gaze, but her tongue was darting nervously round her lips. Mary watched, fascinated, as the tent in Pete's undershorts grew, pushing the material up, as he considered his options. "I know," he said, at last. "Tell me – tell us – one of your filthiest fantasies – one that you really get off on. And – that I don't already know about. " Janet dropped her eyes, and a flush rose up her face. She reached for her glass, and took a long drink. Then she raised her head again, looking at Mary, then Pete. Her voice was low when she started to speak. "You know Pete manages an off-licence in Edinburgh. It's one of the biggest in the city – part of a nationwide Scottish chain, with its headquarters in Glasgow. It started about 30 years ago, with two Indian brothers, the Guptas. Just one wee shop in Glasgow, but now there are over 50. " "The managing director is a man called McAllister – Hamish McAllister. He's an obnoxious little sod of a man – little and fat, with slicked hair and a moustache. Every year, at the firm's dinner-dance, I have to endure a dance with him. His hands are everywhere, and, the last twice, he's come straight out and asked me to go upstairs with him, to his room. He makes my flesh creep... Last year, he even said he could fix it for Pete to get a big promotion, if I would... " Janet took another drink. Her eyes were now fixed on the far wall. They held an opaque, distant look. "One day I get a phone call from Pete, at the school where I teach. He says he's in big trouble. He's been caught, embezzling from the firm, and there's to be a board meeting at five o'clock – and McAllister wants me to appear with Pete. They're going to consider, not only whether he should be sacked, but whether the police are to be brought in... " "Of course, I'm shocked, but I agree to go, and support him. For the rest of the afternoon, I think about it, and, of course, I wonder why McAllister wants me there. But I think, if it's a board meeting, he can't try anything... Well, by the time I arrive, I'm in a terrible state, worrying about Pete – and he's in a worse state than I am. It turns out that the charges are true – Pete's been gambling, and 'borrowed' some money from the firm to try to get back his losses. " "The Guptas have arrived from Glasgow, with one of their sons, who is the fourth member of the board, and they have been with McAllister for two hours. We are kept waiting for nearly an hour, then we're called into the boardroom. There's a big oval table, with the four of them at one side. McAllister is sitting between the brothers, with son on the extreme left. There are two chairs on the other side, and Pete and I sit down on them. " "The brothers are both quiet, thin men in their mid-fifties. They don't say very much – their English isn't really all that good. The son, Sanjay, however, was brought up here – university-educated – pampered and spoiled rotten. He's tall – over six feet, but very fat and smooth, with oily black hair and plump shiny brown skin. I notice him looking me over, as I sit down, and I'm very careful with my skirt... " "McAllister does the talking. He asks Pete to confirm his guilt, which he does. I can feel him shaking like a leaf beside me. Then McAllister says they're going to throw the book at him – including prosecution. He's obviously enjoying himself, going on about trust, and so on. " "Then, he says they might be willing to make an exception – Pete can keep his job, and the money will be stopped out of his salary. I can't believe it – McAllister is looking at me, now, for the first time. " "Pete, of course, says he'll do anything, and McAllister replies – 'Aye, but will Janet?' Pete looks at me, not understanding, but I do. My legs have turned to water, but I look at McAllister, and I nod my head. 'Anything?' he says, and I nod again. I don't trust myself to speak, but I'm prepared to let McAllister have me, to save Pete from jail... " "But then McAllister tells me to stand up. Pete begins to cotton on, and opens his mouth to speak, but McAllister tells him to sit there, and be quiet – or the next move will be to phone the police. Pete slumps back in his chair, and McAllister looks at me again. But, this time, it's different – he looks me up and down, brazenly eyeing me up – and I realise the others are doing the same. And that's when it dawns on me that it's not only going to be McAllister... " "I'm smartly dressed, for teaching, in a suit – skirt and jacket – and a blouse. I stand up, trying to stop my hands trembling, and McAllister pushes his chair back and comes round the table. He stands in front of me and smiles – well, it's more of a leer. I can see his discoloured teeth below his ratty little moustache. He's smaller than I am, and I can see the others, watching. " "The brothers are sitting, their hands folded in their laps, their faces expressionless, but Sanjay is leaning forward, his arms on the table. McAllister reaches up and starts to unfasten the buttons of my jacket. My whole body is trembling, and I can feel tears behind my eyelids. " "He finishes unbuttoning my jacket and pushes it back, off my shoulders. It falls to the ground. McAllister tells Pete to pick it up, and I see him, out of the corner of my eye, reach forward and lift it off the carpet. I wonder what he's thinking – I suspect, deep down, he will be becoming excited, but I daren't turn round, to see. " "My blouse is white, sleeveless and fastens at the back. McAllister walks round behind me. I wait for him to start undoing my blouse, but, instead, I feel him loosen the button at the back of my skirt, then begin to slide the zip down. Somehow, this really shocks me. It has been a hot day, so I'm not wearing tights or stockings, as my skirt is full-length. My panties are white, and very brief – and my blouse is short. " "I am practically out of control – at any second, I know I'll start to scream, and run for the door, and that will be Pete's last chance gone... Then, my eyes meet Sanjay's. His eyes are fixed on me – my body. They are very dark brown – like pools of melted chocolate – and, as they roam over me, it is as though I am being physically touched – caressed. McAllister pulls my zip right down, then lets go, and my skirt slides, slowly, down my legs, and settles round my feet. Sanjay's eyes watch, unblinking, as my legs are exposed. They follow my skirt as it drifts down – then they travel back up – up to my panties. They seem to widen slightly as he stares at the tops of my thighs, and the tip of his tongue appears between his fleshy, sensuous lips. " "I feel as if he can see beneath my panties and, again, I feel the sensation of being physically caressed. To my horror, I feel myself begin to lubricate. I feel as if I'm being hypnotised, but he hasn't made eye contact with me, once. Without being asked, I step out of my skirt and, again, I sense Pete picking it up. My panties have only a thin strip of material running between my hips, and McAllister puts his hands flat on the cheeks of my bottom. Automatically, I clench them, and I sense McAllister chuckling, quietly. " "Then he moves his hands and starts undoing the back of my blouse. My eyes are fixed on Sanjay. I realise that one of his hands is in his lap, concealed by the table. His tongue is now running over his lips and the nostrils of his big fleshy nose are wide open. His eyes are still lingering on my thighs, and I can feel the dampness seeping into my panties. Then McAllister is opening my blouse at the back, and pulling it down my arms. He takes it off and, I assume, hands it to Pete. " "My bra is white, lacy and transparent. I know my nipples are visible through it. I also know they are erect. As the blouse came off, Sanjay moved his gaze upwards and, again, I feel the physical effect of his stare. My nipples are throbbing – the restriction of the bra is uncomfortable. I think his hand is moving, below the table, but I can't be sure. I sneak a quick glance at the brothers. They haven't moved, and their hands seem to be motionless, but their eyes are glittering, and fixed on me. " "I feel McAllister lift my bra-strap away from my skin, and start to loosen the catches. I've stopped shaking. I feel numb, resigned – but I also recognise the signs of arousal pervading my body, under Sanjay's unblinking stare. There are tiny beads of perspiration on his upper lip, now, and he has undone the top button of his silk shirt. The final catch on my bra goes, and I close my eyes, momentarily. This is the point where capitulation is complete, and I dread the next moment. " "McAllister pulls my bra down my arms. The moment when Sanjay first sees my naked breasts is like an electric shock. His eyes immediately rest on them, and my nipples catch fire. I can feel the blood pounding through them, engorging them to a hardness I've never felt before. Then McAllister reaches round me and cups my breasts, his fingertips brushing the ends of my nipples, and I gasp. He closes his hands round my breasts and squeezes, hard. Sanjay now has a handkerchief in his hand, and he is wiping his forehead, his eyes following McAllister's hands. " "I am dimly aware that McAllister has closed up on me, from behind, and the hardness of his erection is pressing against my bottom. Then his right hand plunges down and presses against my panties, his fingers pushing between my thighs, against my crotch. I know he can feel the moistness seeping through, but I no longer care what he thinks. The pressure of his fingers against my pussy lips is such a relief... " Janet's voice trailed off momentarily, and she swallowed. Her eyes had drifted shut early in her narrative, and now they snapped open. Pete, her husband, was sitting back in his chair, his legs crossed, but the peak of his erection was straining against his undershorts, and his hands were gripping his thighs, tightly. Charlie, too, was leaning back, his glass in his hand, his knuckles white where they gripped his knee. Mary was curled up in a deep armchair, the backs of her bare legs showing, both hands invisible between her tightly-gripped thighs. Janet took this in, but her eyes still unfocussed – her mind elsewhere... "I'm glad when McAllister stops fondling my breasts," she continued, her voice shaky, catching, "because it means that Sanjay can look at them. I want him to see them, to want them, for his eyes to bathe them in his lust. I watch as his eyes rake over them and, again, it's as if he is touching my skin, stroking it... " "McAllister has hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and I can feel him easing them over my hips. Now, all I can think about is exposing my pussy to Sanjay, watching his face as he sees my trimmed bush appear, waiting for the caress of his eyes... But McAllister pulls my panties down, quickly, then I feel his hand in the small of my back. He is pushing me forward. I know what he wants. He told me once, when I was dancing with him, that he fantasised about fucking me, doggy-fashion... " "So I lean forward and clutch the edge of the table. It takes me closer to Sanjay. Our faces are only about six feet apart. My breasts are dangling down and, if he was so inclined, he could reach over and clutch them. My desire for him to do so is almost painful... " "But, he remains immobile, still leaning forward, still with one hand below the table, still not looking into my eyes. McAllister's hands are on the backs of my thighs, spreading them. I obediently shuffle my feet apart, and bend further forward, aware that my bottom, now, is higher than my head, which is almost touching the table. My nipples are brushing against the warm wood. I am thinking about what Sanjay is doing, with his hidden hand. I am practically flooded between my legs. It is no surprise when I feel the head of McAllister's cock probing the entrance to my pussy – it is, almost, an irrelevance, and I obediently adjust my position to let it engage – to let it find my opening. " "It slides in, easily – I am so wet and, as I anticipated, McAllister is not very large. I hardly feel it penetrate me. His hands come underneath and grab my breasts. He grasps my nipples and squeezes them, hard, and that provides the final trigger... I feel the onset of my climax, and I begin to groan, closing my eyes, and dropping my face to rest on the wooden surface of the polished table... " She stopped for another moment, taking several deep breaths, then resumed. "I – go away, in my mind – for a few seconds. When I come to again, I realise that McAllister, too, has orgasmed and his limp cock is sliding out of me. His hands are releasing my breasts and I raise my head again – and Sanjay has gone! His chair is empty – and I am devastated... " "The brothers are standing up, zipping the front of their trousers. I realise that they have both masturbated to climax while watching McAllister fucking me. I have climaxed, but I am still on fire – still hungrier with desire than I have ever been in my life... " "Then – the side door of the board room opens, and Sanjay appears. He is wearing nothing but a white towel, round his waist. He is not as fat as he appears, when clothed, but there is not a hair on his body, nor an angle. He is completely rounded, chubby, fleshy – utterly sensual – in an almost feminine way. He even has small brown breasts, with longer nipples than I have ever seen on any man. He moves silently, gracefully, seeming to glide soundlessly, across the carpet. He holds the back of his chair and pulls it away from the table. He stands beside it and, for the first time, he looks into my eyes. " "'Stand up,' he says, and I do so. His voice is high-pitched, but authoritative. I stand, naked, on the other side of the table, and his eyes rake over me. He sits down and, with one movement, slides the towel away. His penis is erect, jutting up from a completely hairless brown belly. It is about six or seven inches long, but my mouth dries as I take in its thickness. I have only ever seen this sort of girth on a young pony – it must be half as thick again as Pete's, or any other penis I have ever seen. " "'Come here,' he says. As I start to walk, my legs almost give way, and I have to catch the table, for support. Then I straighten up and go towards him. I have never been so aware of my body. I can feel my breasts bouncing slightly as I walk. I am aware of the undulations of my hips with each step. I am conscious of the dampness of my inner thighs... " The Ski Lodge: Endgame? "I stop, just in front of him, and feel his eyes on my body, on my nakedness – so close – so near. The sensation of being touched is almost overpowering – every nerve-end is ultra-sensitive. Close to, his thick jutting penis is almost frightening. I can see his testicles, now, hanging, heavy and ominous, between his spread thighs. They, too, have no hair covering. " "Sanjay spreads his arms, then beckons me forward with both of them. The message is unmistakeable and I move forward, opening my legs so that his thighs are between them. As I get closer, I reach forward and put my hands on his shoulders. His skin is smooth, his flesh round – it is as though he has no bones. I feel his hands on the cheeks of my bottom – they are soft, caressing. They support the weight of my hips as he positions me above his penis. " "Then, he lowers me, slowly, onto the head. He is circumcised, his corona is as big as a golf ball. I gasp as it touches my vaginal lips, and I feel it begin to stretch my opening. I have never been so well lubricated, but, nevertheless, I have to spread my thighs as wide as they will go, to allow his head to enter me. He keeps his hands on my hips as I lower myself, gradually, onto him. His head is now inside me, but the thickness of his shaft means that there is no relief... " "... but, I don't want relief. My channel is being stretched as never before, but I glory in it – I am luxuriating in the sensation of being completely filled – every millimetre of my interior walls is lubricating against his enormous shaft – my cunt has never been so possessed – so complimented. " "I am now sliding down on to him, of my own volition – and his hands are free, at last, to fondle my breasts. They caress them like two velvet gloves, his thumbs gliding across my hardened nipples, sending shoots of ecstasy through me. I sense that his nipples, too, crave attention and I move my hands from his shoulders onto them – and I am rewarded with an intake of his breath, and his first, slow, utterly sensuous smile, showing white, square teeth behind his fleshy lips. " "And, moving my hands takes away the last vestige of support from my descending body, and my vagina slides easily, smoothly over the bottom half of his shaft. My cunt is full of his cock. My feet just touch the floor, on either side of the chair, and I raise my hips slightly, and I begin to ride him... " Janet let out a deep, shuddering breath, and opened her eyes. Her face was flushed, but her eyes were back in focus, and she smiled at the other three. Mary, both hands still plunged between her thighs, asked, rather shakily – "What happens – then?" "Nothing," replied Janet. "I never get further than that. Usually, I don't get that far!" "Is Sanjay – a real person?" Mary wanted to know, and Janet – and Pete – nodded. "But I've only seen him the one time – at the company's last dinner-dance," said Janet, "and I've never even spoken to him. But his wife is one of those absolutely gorgeous Indian women – very tall, with long black hair and eyes like coal. It was the way she looked at him that got me thinking about him – every glance was absolutely shot through with desire. You could tell she was on fire for him – no other man held the slightest interest for her, although they were all falling over themselves to try to charm her. And I just got to wondering – what his attraction was... " The tension in the room was lessening. Mary slid her hands unobtrusively from between her thighs, and Pete and Charlie visibly relaxed. Janet picked up the dice. "Now," she said, her eyes gleaming with excited wickedness. "Who shall I play with?" Pete had come to recognise that look – ever since the night with Hugh. It never failed to affect him the same way, and he shifted in his chair to try to conceal the renewed stiffening of his cock. Mary, too, sensed the heightening of Janet's arousal. The stakes, she knew, were about to be raised. Her heart fluttered and she felt the palms of her hands moistening. She still wasn't sure if she was ready for this... Charlie was watching Mary. He could sense the jacking-up of the atmosphere as well, and his mouth was drying with excitement. He had made up his mind. He wanted this to go all the way. He wanted to have Janet, but, even more, he wanted to see Mary, with Pete... The images which assailed his mind left him practically breathless with excitement, but he daren't allow himself to believe that Mary was prepared to... Deliberately, Janet let her eyes settle on each of the others, then, in a low voice, said – "I think I'll go with Mary, this time. " She rolled the dice – a five. She raised her eyes to look at Mary. "Show me," she breathed. "Now – I wonder... " Deliberately, she let her eyes rest on Mary's bare thighs. Surely, Mary thought, she wouldn't... Then Janet said – "How would you like to turn it round, Mary?" Mary returned her gaze. She knew exactly what Janet had in mind, and she licked her dry lips. "OK," she said, in a shaky voice. "Show me your tits. " Janet smiled. "OK," she said, and, in one swift movement, pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Her bra was white, lacy and brief, the dark protrusions of her nipples showing clearly through the transparent material. She reached her hands up her back, then hesitated. She stood up and walked over to Charlie, kneeling down in front of him, her back facing him. "Would you like to help, Charlie? You haven't had a lot to do, yet. " Charlie glanced at Mary for a sign of discouragement, but her eyes were fixed on the kneeling girl, in front of him. Charlie reached forward and undid the three small catches at the back of Janet's bra. The strap divided, but she stayed motionless. Licking his lips, Charlie eased the straps over Janet's shoulders until gravity made them fall down her arms, to the carpet. She rose to her feet, then turned to face him, her hands by her sides. "Thank you, Charlie," she said. He couldn't tear his eyes away from hers – couldn't be so – crass – as to stare at her naked breasts. Not until she was back on her chair – not until she had dropped eye contact with him. Then, he looked, and caught his breath. They were magnificent. High, firm, with nipples like dark cherries. They were bigger than Mary's – her nipples, too – not better, Charlie thought, loyally, but larger – and different – new – exciting. He wondered how they would feel, in his hands. Then he thought about Pete's first touch of Mary's breasts, and he wondered if he could survive the arousal building up in him... Janet leaned over and threw the dice to Mary. Watching the other girl's breasts shake, gently, with the throwing motion, Mary felt a further surge of arousal. Another bridge had been crossed – a line walked over. There could be no doubt, now, about where they were all headed, and she essayed a glance at Pete. Could she – did she want to – have his hands on her – his eyes looking at her nakedness – his penis sliding into her...? She was only half aware that she was rolling the dice. Three little white spots gleamed up at her from the black background. She looked, distractedly, at Janet. "That's 'tell me'," said Janet. "But you haven't said who you're playing with. " "Oh, sorry," said Mary, and looked round, helplessly. Her eyes were drawn to Pete, and, inexorably, downwards, to the protruding erection in his undershorts. "Pete," she said, without thinking. But she couldn't think what to ask him. She knew what she wanted to ask him, but couldn't find the words. "Do you... " she started, then stopped. "Go on," breathed Janet, encouragingly. "It's not a fair question," said Mary, her confusion reddening her face. "Ask it, anyway," said Janet. "I'll be the ref – I'll say if it isn't fair. " "All right," said Mary, taking a deep breath. "Do you like - does it excite you – to know that Charlie is looking at Janet's tits?" "Yes," said Pete, in a low, serious voice. "What about – if he was touching them?" "Oh, yes," said Pete. "That would be exciting, too. " "What about – touching mine – I mean – you...?" Frightened by her own boldness, Mary's voice trailed off, and her eyes dropped. Pete looked over at Charlie. Charlie took a deep breath, and nodded. Pete waited until Mary raised her eyes, then said – "I've wanted to see – and feel – your tits from the first moment I saw you, Mary. " Charlie stood up and walked over to his wife's chair. Her eyes compliant, and bright, she looked up at him as he gathered her t-shirt in his hands and eased it up, over her head. Her bra, like her panties, was pale blue. Charlie stretched out a hand and she let him pull her to her feet. He put his arms round her, and hugged her. She felt the strength of his erection against her and, when he released her, she brushed her lips against his jaw, then walked over to Pete, kneeling in front of him, as Janet had done. Janet, unobserved, had slid her jeans off and, as Mary walked over to her husband, she stood up and joined Charlie, leaning in against him. He slid an arm round her shoulders, and they watched... Pete gently massaged Mary's shoulders, draining some of the tension away from her, then moved his fingers down her back and began to undo her catches. When her bra separated, Mary raised her hands and slid it forward, herself. Then, she seemed unsure what to do, and Charlie and Janet watched as Pete gently gripped her shoulders and eased her towards him, her back against the chair, her head leaning backwards, stretching her naked breasts. Janet could feel Charlie's heart thumping as Pete's hands slid down over Mary's shoulders, and closed gently over her breasts. "Jesus," muttered Charlie, thickly, as Pete skilfully rolled Mary's distended nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and Mary's eyes fluttered shut, her head leaning right back, and resting on Pete's lap. Janet reached to the front of Charlie's jeans, and her hand gently stroked his erection. "Are you OK with this, Charlie?" she asked him, and he nodded, not taking his eyes off the couple in front of them. "Why don't we sit down?" suggested Janet. Charlie sank into the chair so recently vacated by Mary, and Janet fitted herself onto his lap. She could feel the length of his erection against the cleft of her bottom, and wriggled, mischievously, against it. Charlie groaned with pleasure and his hands slid under Janet's arms, cupping her full, heavy breasts. But, still, his eyes never left Mary, and Pete. His arousal was total, as he watched Pete's hands enjoying his wife's breasts, and her moaning responses. Charlie could tell she was now totally adrift on a sea of passion. Her arms were flung backwards, round Pete's neck, her head sunk into the hollow of his neck, her body wholly exposed to his fondling hands. Janet, too, found herself becoming more and more aroused as she watched her husband plunder Mary's beautiful breasts, and observed her sensual abandonment. Just as Janet slid her hand down between her thighs, one of Pete's hands left Mary's breast and began to glide downwards. Charlie's eyes narrowed as he watched its progress, and his breathing got faster. "Oh, Jesus," he muttered, again, and Janet felt her own arousal burgeoning as Pete's hand made its way over Mary's taut belly, inching ever closer to the waistband of her pale blue panties. Feeling the mounting pressure of Charlie's imprisoned cock, underneath her, she shifted her hips again, pressing two fingers on her clitoris. She had never seen Pete with another woman, and had not expected to be excited, watching. She had seen it as the inevitable price to be paid if they 'got together' with Charlie and Mary – to be more than compensated for by her pleasure at coupling with Charlie, and, perhaps even more so, Mary – and Pete's arousal when he watched her, Janet, surrender her vagina to another man. But her unaccustomed role as a voyeur, as her husband's fingers slid towards another girl's wet, open vagina, was proving unexpectedly thrilling. Janet's mouth dried as Pete's fingers eased under Mary's elastic. Charlie's hands were gripping her breasts tightly as the tension ratcheted up in him, too, and Janet was gritting her teeth with suppressed passion. Pete's fingers were totally hidden by the pale blue cotton when, suddenly, Mary arched forward with a gasp – almost a shriek – her face contorted, her mouth wide open with passion. Then, his whole hand had disappeared into her panties, and it was obvious that several of his fingers were plunged into Mary's soaking cunt. Mary's hands released Pete's head and tore at her panties, dragging them down her legs. The two enthralled watchers saw that Pete had two fingers plunged deep inside the writhing girl – then Mary was twisting to face him, her hands pulling at his shorts. They were both on the carpet, now, Pete lying on his back, Mary crouched above him. His fingers were still working inside her, and she was rocking and moaning at the same time as she desperately tugged his undershorts down. When they had reached his knees, and his erect cock was jutting upwards from his hirsute belly, Mary abandoned the battle with his underwear and, sliding one hand round the shaft of his penis, pulled herself up his body until she was crouched over his waist. Only then did Pete slide his fingers out of her, reaching up to clasp her naked, dangling, swinging breasts. Reaching down between her splayed thighs, Mary positioned his cock at the mouth of her vagina, then, without hesitation, sank down onto it, obliterating it from the view of the watchers. Pete felt as though his throat has closed up completely as he watched Pete sink deep into his gasping wife, his thick, erect cock disappearing up, from Charlie's vantage point, between the cheeks of Mary's splayed bottom. Then she pushed herself up on him – his penis reappeared, shining with her internal juices, stiff and angry-looking. Charlie looked at it as though mesmerised – to him, it looked huge – was he, in fact filling her better than he did, himself? But the thought only excited him more – he felt as though he was inside his wife's mind – feeling her feelings as a new, harder, bigger cock filled her like never before. He could hear her moaning ecstatically – then the sigh that was almost a forced exhalation of breath as she plunged down again, to be impaled on Pete's rod... Janet's fingers were flying over her clitoris, now, her senses more alive than she could ever remember. She was fiercely aware of Charlie's erection thrusting its length against her most intimate groove, his hands mauling her breasts savagely, but the focus of her passion was the sight of Pete's cock pushing deep into Mary's sweet pussy, his hands, now, clutching the soft round cheeks of her bottom, lifting her up and down on his swollen prick... Barely conscious of doing it, Janet pushed herself backwards, up Charlie's supporting body, until she was perched on his stomach. Reaching down between her open thighs, she found the zip on his jeans and, with difficulty, pulled it downwards. Then she forced her hand inside the open front of his jeans... Charlie gasped as he felt Janet's fingers slide into his jeans, through the slit in the front of his undershorts, and touch his hardened, taut flesh. For a second only, he felt a pang of embarrassment – he could feel, himself, that his shorts were slimy with uncontrollable pre-cum, as was his cock – but Janet's fingers closed round his shaft without hesitation, and drew it out... She was sliding her hand lovingly up and down his length, and Charlie knew he couldn't take much of this kind of attention before he came... Then Janet leaned her head back, and her lips nuzzled his neck. Automatically, Charlie slid a hand down from Janet's breast – the front of her panties was soaking and Charlie's fingers pushed instinctively against her cleft, his excitement approaching fever pitch as he felt the material give, and his finger-ends push into the moist warmth of her pussy... Suddenly, now, his attention was no longer focussed on Mary – the rhythmic stroking of Janet's fingers on his cock, the sensation of her soft lips on the hollows of his neck, the resilient soft flesh of her breasts, and the warmth and heat pulsing between her legs – all combined to centre his passion on the beautiful woman in his arms, to glory in his own experience of feeling and fondling her intimately... All at once, Janet raised herself and bent forward. The touch of her lips on the ultra-sensitive corona of his straining manhood brought forth a strangled groan from Charlie and, before he was aware of it, his climax was upon him. The first stream of cum issuing from him took Janet by surprise, but she rapidly sank her mouth down onto his throbbing cock, her hand milking him furiously, her tongue lapping the viscous liquid round her mouth, her throat opening to receive it, greedily. It was over quickly – surprisingly quickly, Janet thought – and then she had another surprise as, the last drop licked off the end of Charlie's penis, she raised her head, prepared to feel him detumesce in her hand – and there was no softening, no approaching limpness. His cock remained as rigid as it had been before he came, although his breathing was steadier, now. Charlie's hand massaged her naked breast, and his fingers continued to tease her damp cleft... "That was just 'starters'," he whispered into her ear. "Just a 'quickie'. The second helping's all for you... " His fingers dexterously slid aside the leg of her panties, and Janet gasped as one of them found her naked slit and pushed inside. Involuntarily, her fingers tightened round Charlie's cock again, and she thrilled at the prospect of it splitting her apart. It looked longer than Pete's – maybe even longer than Hugh's – she wanted it – she wanted it to fuck her, while Pete looked on... Janet twisted her head, her mouth reaching up to Charlie. As they kissed, a second finger slid into her cunt... Janet groaned, pulling her lips away from his – "Oh, come and fuck me, Charlie – I need to be filled... " She slid off his lap, still holding his cock in her hand. She knelt on the carpet, facing him, and he tore off his upper clothing. Janet released him, but continued to watch as he pulled his jeans and shorts down in one almighty heave. His long cock was still massively erect, his testicles hanging low, and heavy. As he pulled his socks off, Charlie stared past the naked girl kneeling before him – just in time to see Pete manoeuvre Mary from her upright position above him, to allow him to assume the dominant role. Pete's heart thudded in excitement as he watched them change position – watched his beloved Mary pliantly taking the submissive position... This was the ultimate trigger – to see her stretch out, naked, on her back, parting her legs obediently, opening her vagina to take another man's hard thrusting cock inside her. Mary's arms were upraised, waiting for Pete, her lovely body entirely exposed to him – her firm naked breasts, her uptilted nipples eagerly seeking his approval, her thighs voluntarily spread, the shiny engorged lips of her cunt straining for the invasion of his pulsating cock... It was an image Charlie would never forget – it would be etched indelibly on his consciousness... Then Pete knelt between her parted thighs and Mary's hand reached out and guided his erection to her opening... At the same time, Janet slid her panties down her legs, running a hand up Charlie's leg. Charlie looked down at her, marvelling at her beautiful big breasts, and the neat trim of black pubic bush... Dropping to the carpet, he gathered her in his arms, and they kissed, then Charlie pushed Janet on her back, holding her hands back behind her head so that he could etch another indelible memory in his brain – the stunning vision of the tall Scottish girl, naked, supine, exposed to him. She smiled up at him, and his throat thickened as she deliberately eased her legs apart, opening herself up. Charlie lowered himself forward, his cock jutting forward in front of him...