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What's A Girl To Do

By: sirloy



She was pissed off, more; she was steaming mad, angrier than she had ever been. Her life had been planned; she knew where she was going. She even had the wedding dress hanging in the closet.

   "The bastard, the absolute fucking bastard,The Shit, the huge filthy pile of shit.I'll fucking get him."

   Zoe was standing outside the house of her fiancé looking though the lit window at a couple curled on the sofa by the fire. It was plain to her that she was witness to a happy pair spending a comfortable evening together. It screamed 'married couple'. 

   She had traveled across the ocean to give her lover a surprise visit a month before the wedding now all had fallen apart.

   "I will get to the bottom of this."  

   Almost too upset to drive the rented car back to the city she knew she needed a hotel for the night. After all she had been expecting a welcome to the bed of her fiancé tonight. Driving slowly along the narrow county lane on the 'wrong' side that was unfamiliar to her, she spotted a small Bed and Breakfast sign that announced a vacancy. Without a further thought she pulled in. 

  It was an older place perhaps a farm house in the past. It seemed welcoming to Zoe somehow, just the sort of refuge she needed right now. She knocked on the wooden front door and a deep but reassuring bark from a dog within announced her arrival. The door opened and a heavy set man in his fifties greeted her.

   "Don't mind George he's a friendly old thing."

   "Come on in."

    "I'm Jonathan but every one calls me Jay."

    "I suppose you need a room."

    "Oh yes please" responded Zoe, "I can't stay where I had expected. I know it's late but your sign was still lit."

    "No trouble I had a cancellation so the nicest room is available."

    "Come through and we'll get you registered."

    As she filled out the forms Jay had a chance to observe his guest. A slender woman in her early thirties she seemed very tired and stressed. Her tousled hair was a little in need of a brush. It seemed a deep red in the subdued light of the reception area.

   "I'll help you bring your bags in from the car," he offered.

    "Thank you." 

   "They are kind of heavy, too many gifts from home."

Then it hit her. They were all for him, the bastard.

  "On second thoughts," she said "all but my over night bag can stay in the car."

   "I really don't care what happens to the rest."

Jay easily sensed her distress.

   "When you have settled on your room would you care to join me in the lounge for a drink?" he asked. "I can offer a glass of decent scotch."

   Zoe looked a little startled. She was unprepared for the gentle invitation. 

   "Well, I don't think. I'm tired. It's been a long day."

   "I'll be here for a while working on the computer if you change your mind." Jay assured her. 

Jay showed her to the room. It was a large suite situated in an ell to the rear of the house.

 "I just put the bed in last month," said Jay, "I hope you'll find it comfortable." 

 "You should rest well it's very quiet here away from the other guests."

  Zoe stood for a while looking around. She was impressed with the taste in which the room was furnished and decorated. The slightly open door to the bathroom beckoned to her so she moved to look inside. It was spotless with the best quality fittings. A mirror covered one wall, the biggest shower stall she had ever seen was placed opposite the door and in the far corner was a spa bath.

 "Wow," she muttered" everything a girl would need"

  "God, I really want a shower" 

She returned to the bed room and quickly stripped off her clothes folding them and placing them on a chair. It occurred to her to put them in a drawer but is seemed pointless for one night.

   "Fuck, what do I do now I don't fly back for five days?"

 She dropped to the bed sobbing, her nakedness forgotten.

    "I'm going to find out all about that Shit and really fuck him up." She vowed.

She got to her feet and headed for the shower. Passing the mirror she examined her self, turning this way and that. 

Lifting her breasts she mused, 

   "A bit small, but perky. He always said he likes big tits in his emails and he'd pay for the surgery, the fucking dick head."

 The shower was surprisingly strong for a hotel and soon her tiredness flowed away with the soothing water. Refreshed she toweled off and return to the bed room coiling her hair in a small towel so it would dry slowly.

Feeling so much better she started to think what she might do for the rest of the evening. Jay's offer of a drink came to mind.

 "I could use a good stiff one." She giggled realizing the second meaning. 

"Well that too."

That thought prompted the realization that she still had nothing on. She really didn't want to put on the clothes she had been traveling in and all but clean underwear was still in the car. Looking round the room for a robe she opened a closet to find a pair of super luxurious bath robes nicer than any she had seen before. Slipping into one she was wrapped in a feeling of delicious comfort, almost a blanket against the troubles of the world. She looked down and found, as she had almost expected, matching slippers.

"Now I am ready for that drink." 

She wondered if strolling through the Bed and Breakfast with other guests dressed only in a robe might be against some sort of protocol but Jay seemed the sort of person who wouldn't mind.

 As she softly walked though the ground floor of the house she heard the clicking of computer keys in the office. Peering round the half open door she saw Jay at the computer as he said he would be. George, the Bernese Mountain dog, was sleeping in the corner.

"I hope that's not porn." she said, startling him.

"I wish." he said, "All the damned paperwork of a small business."

"I have to get the taxes submitted before Wednesday.I've just about done, can I help you?"

"I changed my mind about the offer of that decent scotch."

 "Give me a second here and we'll go though into the lounge."

As he concentrated on the computer Zoe was able to appraise this man who treated her to such needed friendliness. His hair was quite grey but plentiful with a little curl she found charming. He looked robust and carried the extra pounds well. He was of course quite a bit older than she but it occurred to Zoe it didn't really matter. She was drawn to him in a way she hadn't experienced before. 

 "Right! All done." Jay said as the computer went through its closing ritual. 

He reached out and took her hand.

"Come with me."

He opened a door at the back of the small office and ushered her through. George, having woken up, followed them his paws clicking on the floor.

 "This is my private lounge," he said" very few guests see it."

It was a very comfortable masculine room with a worn but comfortable sofa, a medium sized TV, a stereo and other trappings of a man's retreat. George too had a comfy spot to lie. He gestured to the sofa inviting her to sit. She shook her hair releasing it from the towel allowing the chestnut waves to fall about her shoulders.

 "I had a little holiday in Scotland last year and brought back a few trophies."

He indicated the bottles in the cabinet opposite the sofa. She looked with interest.

 "The one second from the left, is that what I think it is? That's some trophy."

 "Ah so you do know your scotches. Would you care for some?"

 Zoe looked up at him, "but that's so very expensive, it seems like it should be kept for a very special occasion."

  "I have a very attractive young woman with little on but a bathrobe in my private room. That's a special occasion for me." Jay replied.

He poured two glasses and handed her one. He raised his glass.

  "May your troubles soon be over and a bright future ahead"

She looked at him a bit surprised as she sipped. 

 "Mmmm. This is every bit as good as I expected. What a wonderful drink this really is."

 "How do you know I have troubles?"

 "Oh." He said "it wasn't hard to guess. Few people arrive late without a reservation when all is well."

He joined her on the sofa sitting near but not uncomfortably close.

 "Tell me about it if you want to."

 "Oh it's a long story, I'm sure you don't want to hear it." Zoe said quietly.

 "I believe you need to tell someone," Jay assured her.

So quietly Zoe told Jay of the relationship she had been in spanning the ocean and how she flew back and forth many times to be with her lover. She told him about what had happened tonight and how she was starting to piece together some the odd actions of her fiancé. About how he showed her the house but didn't invite her in, going to hotels instead, about the phone calls always from his cell phone or office, about the wedding dress. Finally she voiced her vow to find out all she could about him and pay him back.

Jay was visibly shaken at the story of her mistreatment. He had found himself attracted to her the moment he welcomed her in the house and to hear this story was making him angry too.

  He said "I think you need a hug." 

He placed his arm around her shoulder and drew her close, giving her a tender but quite powerful hug. Zoe moved in close and found she was really comforted by this man she had just met. As he released her she stayed close so his arm still remained around her.

  "Kiss me." She asked.

Jay looked in her face watching for any sort of sign. He saw a pretty face that definitely needed kissing. He tilted his head and pulled her closer. They kissed gently at first then as passion grew tongues tested the other and Zoe made a little sound that Jay recognized as building lust. He reached down to give the tie of the robe a tug. It loosened and the robe slid open. His excitement built when he saw that she was naked under the robe, her breasts available to him. He leaned over, tongue extending to circle a nipple, tenderly taking the other breast in his hand savouring the feel of the soft flesh with his fingers. As the nipple in his mouth hardened he switched to the other encouraging that one to erection.

 Zoe lay back enjoying the attention of the gentle man who promised to be such a lover. Seldom had she been so aroused by fondling of her tits. She could feel moisture starting to gather between her legs. She was happily amazed to find an orgasm coming.

 "Oh my God, Jay. What are you doing to me? I going to come soon."

Jay heard her gasps and smiled inwardly, continuing with his attention to her delightful tits as it did seem to be working for her. He sucked in as much of one breast as he could while his tongue flicked the nipple. He carefully nibbled exerting more and more pressure with his teeth.

  "Oh Oh. Yes, like that." Zoe called.

She gasped loudly, shivered and went limp.

"Good god man how did you do that? I've never come from someone playing with my tits" 

  "You know," said Jay "I have yet to try the new bed in your room."

Telling George to stay in the lounge Jay led Zoe upstairs to her room.

Just as the door closed Jay took Zoe by a hand, swung her round and swept the robe from her slender body.

 "Undress me." He demanded.

Zoe stood in front of him undoing the buttons of his shirt then folding it back off his shoulders she gazed at his chest. It was broad and powerful looking with a little grey hair the sort of chest a woman might want to snuggle against seeking comfort.

She kneeled coming face to face with the obvious signs of his interest in her. It did look like it might be a very nice one. After pulling the zipper down she loosened the belt and undid the button.

 "Boxers or jockeys?" she wondered "Oh, commando."

 "The devil! That I didn't expect."

She whisked the pants to the ground with a flourish.

 "Well what do we have here?" she asked with a grin.

She leaned forward, mouth open, taking his cock in one movement as far as she was able. With some suction in her mouth she bobbed her head back and forth shielding her lower teeth with her tongue.

Jay hardly believed his good fortune. Zoe was sucking him as if she really enjoyed it.

"Oh, so good." he whispered.

"I won't last long like this."

Good as it felt he knew he had to stop her or the fun would have to wait for a while. He had more in mind for Zoe. He held her head gently but firmly and backed away. As he stepped out of his pants he said,

 "I need you to stop, that feels entirely too good."

"Hmmm," said Zoe" I was just getting the feel for him he's such a nice size."

Jay helped her to her feet and steered her to the bed. He pulled back the sheets and gave her a gentle shove which landed her in the middle of the king sized bed.

 "Now fair lady, I am about to give you a lesson in home renovation."

"First the basics: tab A has to be fitted to slot B,"

 "And I see before me a very nice slot B."

 "Not so fast," said Zoe. 

 "Slot B has to be positioned just right."

She rolled over getting on hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder,

 She said" Let's see how well tab A fits now"

 "Not quite yet." Jay murmured, spreading her cheeks.

He slid his tongue from the top of her crack down to the rose bud and beyond to the lips of her pussy. 

 "Oh shit! No one ever did that to me before," Zoe uttered in amazement.

 "Do that again."

So of course Jay did just that and more. He lingered at her tiny hole circling around with his tongue. Her pussy lips moist and succulent welcomed the attention, opening to accept him. With a quick probe to her asshole he straightened up and moved forward. His solid cock came up between the thighs brushing her pussy lips. She reached back, holding and guiding him into her. 

There was no resistance to his entry just her normal tightness. Zoe felt his hardness trust aside the walls of her pussy, expanding them with wonderful forcefulness. This man was going to fuck her there was no doubt. He was going to fuck her hard and long. The certainty pushed her arousal beyond her experience. She was about to be fucked like never before and it was good.

Jay was in his element. His cock was hard into the best looking woman he had been with in years. She was really into their lovemaking and he was going to show her the best sex he could. He withdrew almost completely and back in with a great thrust. Back out and in again, quicker and quicker till a little tingle in his balls warned him to slow. Slowly he continued pushing in and out. Zoe was moaning almost all the time now. She started to push back at him chanting,

 "Yes yes yes,"

 "Oh close yes yes oooooooooh,"

Zoe's arms felt like rubber as she collapsed forward. Anticipating this, Jay followed her movement so his cock, still as hard as ever, stayed in her. As she lay forward with her ass in the air it provided Jay with the perfect position to fuck on the short rapid strokes his lust was demanding. He pumped into Zoe fast and hard, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh loud in the room. His climax was near. He pushed a little harder, a little deeper and was rewarded. Uncertain of Zoe's birth control he pulled out seconds before his first discharge of cum leaving a trail across her bum and lower back.  

He groaned softly as he lay forward over her Zoe's body causing her to also drop till she lay on her belly.

 "Oh wow." he eventually said. 

"That was wonderful."

 "Mmmm, I'm feeling pretty good myself." Zoe said with a satisfied tone. 

"But you didn't have to pull out I'm on the pill. Thank you for being considerate enough to do that though. I guess you do care about your partner."

Rolling on his side Jay put his arm over Zoe's upper back saying,

 "That's how we get the greatest pleasure."

 "You are not kidding I've never had sex this good."

Zoe seemed a little introspective and was quiet for several minutes.

 "You know," she said" We are strangers and you have given me way better loving than that bastard did while we were engaged to be married. That was all about what I was going to do for him." 

  "He wanted me to get bigger tits and get my nipples pierced, he even suggested getting labia rings so he could padlock my cunt shut."

  "What really makes me mad is that I was convinced that would all make me happier and improve our love life." 

She turned to look directly at Jay.

  "You know you are a wonderful lover." she said with an inflection of surprise.

   "How did I come to be here at this time just when I needed this to help me through the shock I had today?"

   "I believe in fate," said Jay" we are presented with things as fate wills."

   "Things usually turn out for the best if we allow them to."  

 They lay there quietly each in their own thoughts. Zoe's breathing slowed.

Jay felt her relax as sleep over came her. He thought about the woman he had just made love to. He knew nothing except what she told him of a disastrous relationship but his instincts were telling him here was someone worth helping. With that his eyes closed and he drifted off.



Chapter 2

 An insistent but muted buzzing woke Jay and it took him a second to sort out where he was and what the noise was. Of course He was in the king sized bed of the best suite and the noise was his cell phone alarm in his pants pocket. A Bed and Breakfast host has to be up before his guests to prepare their meal and to check out those who are leaving.

Zoe was still sleeping soundly. He carefully slipped from the bed, silenced the alarm and dressed.

The first part of Jay's morning was the usual round of duties of B&B host. He prepared the breakfast for his guests chatting with an older couple visiting from Nova Scotia. They were grateful for his suggestions of places to see and reconfirmed their booking for the next night. A business man traveling alone needed to use a computer to check email. Jay showed him the guest computer, booting it up for him to use. Just the usual run of things.

Beth, the woman hired to clean and service the rooms arrived at her usual time but this morning Jay intercepted her to tell her that the guest in the best suite would be staying on and should not be disturbed. 

  "Got your self a fancy piece stashed in there then?" teased Beth.

  "So your spies were up early this morning then Beth." Jay retorted

   "Oh," He paused,"Mind your own business," he said with a grin.

   "Ha! You wouldn't know what to with one anyway." Beth threw back at him.

   "Don't you believe every thing you hear." Jay said to Beth's back as she went about her work.

In her room Zoe was slowly waking, stretching, enjoying the comfort of the big bed and a nice lazy feeling as she remembered Jay and the sex of the night before. She felt so good, better than she had for months. The scent of the lovemaking still clung faintly to her body reminding her she still hadn't showered, something she normally did right after sex. Today for some reason she was reluctant to wash away the lingering reminder. It was nice not to have to do anything for a while. 

Soon however her stomach growled making her notice how hungry she was. The shower seemed good now and as she washed her hair she started thinking about the coming day. 

 "What was she going to do today?"

 "I wonder if Jay knows that bastard. I'll ask him."

Drying and brushing her hair she pondered what she might do to get back at her former fiancé.

  "I'm going to fuck up his happiness as much as he fucked mine." 

  "And I know just how to do it."

As she put on her clean under wear Zoe remembered that the rest of her clothes were in the car. Putting on what she wore yesterday did not appeal at all since she had spent a long day's travel in them. With this mind she picked up the robe from where it had fallen last night.

 The house was quiet as she strolled to the reception area, as soft sounds came from the open door of one of the rooms.


What's A Girl To Do?



Megan Rafferty, young, beautiful and full of hell lived a fast life with a fast crowd of friends and enjoyed every minute. Fresh out of college new Porsche, new job all she needed now was a new male friend. She was tired of spending nights in the tub with her shower massager or in bed with her vibrating plastic cock. 

The night was fast turning into day as she headed back to her apartment on Lakeshore Drive. All it lacked was a view of the lake but she would have that soon enough she promised herself.

Meanwhile the road was empty of cars and she pushed her foot down and let the car run. She loved speed and this car had it. She was stroking herself with her skirt up around her waist, her hand deep inside her panties, and almost ready to come when she heard the siren and saw the flashing lights.

“Shit,” she said aloud. “Where in the hell did he come from at this time of the night.” She slowed and pulled over to the side of the road. She had to think of something, one more ticket and her Daddy who paid the payments on the car had promised he would have the Porsche. She also knew she wouldn’t have a license. She quickly unbuttoned three buttons of her silk shirt and left her skirt high enough to show her lace panties.

There was a sharp tap on her window. She pushed the button to lower it. “Officer?” she stammered, your siren scared me, what seems to be the matter? Do I have a broken tail light or something?”

Officer Bill Clinton had to swallow twice before he could talk once he had glimpsed the beauty behind the wheel of the hot car; skirt up to her waist, shirt open showing her round firm beautiful breasts.

“No ma’am, he finally stammered, do you have any idea what speed you were traveling?”

She looked up at him with tears shimmering in her huge glowing under the streetlight eyes and shook her head. “No Sir, was it to fast? My daddy just let me have the car and I’m just getting used to it.”

“You were doing one hundred and twenty in a fifty-five mile zone. That young lady is criminal.”

He asked for her license and registration when he saw that one more ticket and they would pull her license he smiled inside his mind. This could be one great traffic stop. He called into his two-way radio for Brett to come to the car.

Brett Majors his partner on the midnight shift was even bigger than Bill and he had an idea he hoped the little lady would appreciate. Just then she said, I feel a little sick may I get out of the car please?”

He opened the door and helped her out and to the side of the road, where she leaned against the car, making no attempt to pull down her skirt or button her shirt.

“Officer, let me be honest with you.” 

He nodded. “One more ticket and the car and my license is toast, is there anything I can do to avoid a ticket?” She looked up into his speculative gray eyes just as Brett came to her side.

Megan startled and then took a good look at the second officer and her heart raced and her panties got a little damper. These two the pride of the Chicago Police Department were real studmuffins both over six foot five and well built with growing male packages making it hard for her to keep her eyes off their crotches.

Bill smiled and said to Brett. “Search the driver Brett, I think she may have concealed weapons.” Brett never slow on uptake turned her around spread her legs wide. He then forced her arms to the hood of the car as he ran his hands up inside her shirt and over her luscious tits tweaking her nipples in his very precise search. She moaned in passion and he slid his hands down and inside her lace thong.

“Nope, can’t find any Bill, but you might want to double check.” 

Bill said, “No, but I think I have a solution for Megan here and her problem. He moved to the blind side of the car bracketing Megan now on her knees between them. They turned and opened their flies and pulled out their very hard eager cocks.

Megan understood she had her way out and what a way out it was turning out to be two not one large luscious cocks to suck. Moving her head back and forth she proceeded to show them how wonderful a solution she thought this was hoping that it would cumulate in them fucking her once she had satisfied them first.

Megan considered a class act cocksucker had aced many a class in college by seducing her professors/ this time she was horny and really wanted what was happening. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter and even in the open air, everyone could smell her arousal. Both cops at the same time reached out pushing her shirt up to her neck. They then each took a breast in hand and started to tease her nipples making her even more eager in her task.

Much to quickly for all of them they were covering her in cream, which they proceeded to rub deep into her tits and chest. She looked up and smiled, “Now what about me? Got any protection with you?”

They nodded and taking her back to the passenger side of the squad car they opened the door and pushed her down on the seat with her head buried in her arms. Bill, who had made the stop, was first as he slid his recovered cock deep into a very hot very wet pussy. He groaned as she said, “Ride me cowboy deep and hard.” He slapped her ass and said “Whatever you want ma’am.”

Soon as Brett waited his turn moans and groans of both parties could be heard. Bill continued to slap her ass, and a delectable ass it was round and tight and thrust high in the air, due to her position on the car seat. He grinned, “Bill do her ass”

Bill soaked one finger and started to circle her ass with it, waiting to see her reaction. The way she moved up into his hand told him it was acceptable and he pushed through the first ring of muscles circling inside as he pulled it gently wider so that he might add a second. Megan began to come on his rampaging cock almost squeezing it to the point of pain as she screamed “Yes, Yes, deeper and harder.”

He added a third finger just as he exploded deep inside her clutching pussy. She was the best pussy he had managed to get in the months since his wife, who had caught him having oral sex with his then patrol partner had left him.

He pulled out and Brett stuffed his cock deep into her pussy to wet it and then carefully pushed against her stretched anal star. She purred like a kitten and reached back to help him push himself deeper.

He managed to strangle out a “God damn Bill this ass is so hot and so tight I am never going to last as he pushed slowly and carefully inside. They smiled at each other as they saw Megan move a hand between her legs. She then whispered huskily. “Officer Bill, my mouth is awful empty.”

Bill took the hint as his cock twitched and started to grow hard and went and opened the other door and sliding in closed it. Megan now had a cock in her mouth, one in her ass and had her fingers buried in her pussy. She screamed around his cock and swallowed it, allowing him access to her throat as she began to climax.

This orgasm triggered Brett’s and he pumped and pumped until it flowed back and covered the head of rapidly moving cock. He was still hard so he continued to move slowly and watch his partners cock slide up and down in the hottest piece of ass they had met in months. Finally he could feel his cock enlarge, his balls tighten, and he knew he would be coming again. Just then, his partner started to fill her mouth with his jism. Brett exploded again deep inside her ass. He had to pull out to allow the jism to flow down her legs and on the ground as he collapsed on her taking his weight on his arms.

It was minutes before anyone spoke. Thankfully, no cars appeared while they were having their tryst. Recovered from their excesses, Brett moved first and Megan sat up with his help and started to dress. He handed her a clean handkerchief to clean up with and she smiled. “I would rather feel you sloshing around inside me all the way home.” They both kissed her deeply and noted her address from her license as she gave them her telephone numbers.

They mentioned that the coming weekend they were off and taking a trip to a remote cottage that Brett’s parents owned and asked if she was interested. She hugged them both and said, “You bet. What time shall I be ready and will I need any clothes?”

With that she ran and got into her Porsche. Bill managed to yell. ”Watch your speed woman, we don’t want any other cops touching our new girl.”

They heard her giggle as she sped away with the window done. “You got it Officers.”

© 11/28/03



What's a Girl To Do?



Awakening to the sun peeking through the curtains, Mary marveled at how wonderful it was to have some time to herself. After all the kids were wither ex-husband this weekend, so she only had plans to enjoy the beautiful weather and the little time she had to herself. Her only plans for the weekend were to do some shopping. Maybe get a new outfit to wear to work. It wasn't that she needed to go shopping; it was simply something she enjoyed. Knowing that she would most likely be trying multiple outfits on in different stores, she opted for the bare essentials, a bra, panties, loose fitting t-shirt, sweatpants, socks and slip on shoes. That way it wouldn't be such a hassle getting undressed and dressed multiple times. Her hair tied back in a neat pony tail, she drove the short distance to the mall.

Entering the mall Mary wandered around the mall, just trying to decide where she wanted to start. Ambling around the mall she decided she might as well look as some lingerie. She loved black lace; it would be nice to have a matching set of lingerie, just in case she had a chance to show it off to a date, or even answer the door when her ex showed up, just to show him just what he was missing out on. 

Entering the lingerie store she was confronted with more mainstream selections toward the front of the store, but as she traveled toward the back of the store the selections became more risqué. Now, this would be something she could really enjoy. She wandered around the bras, panties and teddies, looking for just what might be the most provocative lingerie she might actually wear. 

Since there wasn't really a chance that anyone would actually see her lingerie at this point, at least not for a while, Mary decided to get some extremely (for her), revealing and erotic lingerie. Choosing her final selections carefully, she found a store clerk, and asked if there were fitting rooms that she could try on the lingerie. The perky young clerk directed her toward the fitting rooms. Mary's selections were; a pair of black lace crotchless panties, and two possible bras that could match the panties, one bra was almost a half cup bra, that would expose most of her large areolas, and the other bra had full cups, but the tips were open and lace trimmed, and would leave her entire areola and nipple exposed. The final piece of lingerie was a red lace teddy that had snaps on the crotch. 

Mary was no stranger to fitting rooms or changing in fitting rooms, but this was different, she was getting to take her time, unrushed by a husband or kids. The fitting room was about five feet square, benches lined the three walls that weren't occupied by the door, there were mirrors from the bench up to her head height on the walls with benches, and a full length mirror lined the door. Deftly removing her t-shirt, she laid it on the bench. She then unfastened the clasp on the front of her bra and removed it. Nude from the waist up, she stood and admired her breasts, they had a slight sexy droop to them, but at thirty-five and after two kids, they looked great. She took in the sight of her light brown, silver dollar sized areolas, and her pinkish brown pinkie sized nipples. 

Taking her first bra, the half-cup black lace bra, placing the bra on so she could hook it easily (backward), she hooked the bra, turned it around, put the straps up on her shoulders, and placed each breast in its cup. Admiring how the bra seemed to push her breasts up and made them look perkier, she decided she liked not only the look, but the feel of this one. Removing the first bra, she leaned down to pick up the second bra, the weight of her breasts swaying in the air pendulously. Standing up she began the process of trying this bra on, hooking it, turning it around the placing her breasts in the cups. The combined effects of being nude, trying on sexy lingerie, shown as she gazed at her now fully erect nipples. The sight was so tempting that she cupped her breasts in her hands, and started teasing her nipples by touching them ever so lightly, and gently squeezing them, feeling the pressure exerted on her nipples all the way down to her clit.

"Damn, I have to stop this, this no place to be starting something I can't finish." 

Leaving the bra on to try and lessen the temptation to continue to play with her erect nipples, when changing into her own bra, she decided to try on the panties. Leaning over to remove her sweat pants and panties, she picked up the new panties and pulled them up. The sensation of air wafting across her exposed pussy lips felt luxurious. Tilting her head to the side a bit she saw how the thin strip of fabric seemed to just appear at the top of the crack of her ass. Picking one leg up and placing it on a bench she surveyed how her pussy looked framed in lace. She turned with her ass toward the door, bent over, and looked at how her pussy seemed to bulge out of the lace opening in the panties, her trimmed bush splayed little hairs framing the opening in the panties. 

Bent over she moved her feet farther apart to get a better view of how her pussy looked in the panties. The little hair that was exposed looked quite sexy. Standing up she turned and took a seat, again opposite the floor length mirror on the door. Wanting to see more, she picked her legs up and placed them on opposing benches, her pussy looking like a pursed pair of lips. Distancing herself from reality, she took her fingers and pulled her pussy open, exposing her inner labia, which was moist with excitement.

"Oh, God...it's been so long..."

With all her might she let her pussy squeeze closed as she removed her fingers from her outer labia. 

"Just a little bit" She thought as she dipped an index finger into her moist slit, gathering the moisture she moved her finger up to tease her clit a little. Her clit, already partially aroused from the nipple play, stiffened and begged for more attention, as she tickled her clit a bit more. 

"Oh, no, I have to stop this now."

With all the willpower she could muster, she removed the crotchless panties, the open nipple bra, and put her own underwear back on. Pulling up her sweatpants she felt a sense of relief, at least she couldn't see how excited her pussy was. As she slid her t-shirt over her head and pulled it down to her waist she felt a little better, as no one would be able to tell how stiff her nipples were. She had decided not to even try the teddy on. 

Exiting the fitting room in somewhat clouded state, she proceeded to the cahier. Mary decided to purchase both bras, the panties and the teddy, even though she hadn't tried the teddy on. Exhaling with a sigh of relief as she exited the lingerie store she began to try and work on getting her thoughts away from her pussy. 

She wandered up and down the corridors of the mall, looking in one shop or another. Her attention was drawn to a small store that had gag gifts, and other odd items. Passing through one of the small aisles, she happened upon some "back massagers." 

"Those are vibrators." She thought as she laughed a bit.

Picking one up, to examine it, she discovered that there were three different sizes of "back massagers," seven inch, ten inch, and twelve inch. Having been married she used to have some vibrators, but her ex in a rage had taken all of them when he left, destroying them, leaving her to her own devices to satisfy her sexual needs. Looking at the different sizes of vibrators, she couldn't decide on which size to buy. The seven inch would probably be tight at this point, because she hadn't had sex or any artificial penetration in almost three months, and she regularly did her kegel exercises, meant to keep the vaginal muscles tight and in shape. The ten inch and twelve inch vibrators were simply out of the question, she was sure that it would be painful to try and get one of them in her tight little pussy. Feeling like a coward, because she didn't even buy the small vibrator she left the gag gift store.

As she strode down the mall hallways she tried to decide what would go best with the lingerie she had purchased. A short skirt and an almost sheer white blouse would be a sexy and alluring ensemble she thought. The increasing slickness of her wet vaginal lips sliding against one another as she walked to her next destination, was partially due to her fantasies about what she would like to do with the vibrators. 

"Nothing like showing off, but not letting anyone really see anything." She thought

Mary entered the department store, found a cart and began the process of picking and choosing a few different outfits to try on. She finally decided on four pairs of slacks, and three different blouses. Passing by the skirts, she decided that a nice skirt would be nice, to show off her legs, and maybe flash some unsuspecting guy. Her mind drifted temporarily on the friction of her bra cups produced as her breasts swayed, rubbing her taut nipples into the fabric of the cups. 

Perusing the aisles trying to find the "perfect" skirt for her particular desire, took longer than she had imagined it would. Finally she found the type of skirt she had in mind. It should hang a few inches below her crotch, but be revealing should she choose it to be. The skirt was, light cotton, with a red paisley print. The blouse was easy to find, and it was exactly what she wanted, an opaque white, that would let a hint of what was worn underneath recognizable to anyone that was truly looking. 

She walked toward the changing room with her selections in the cart. Her nipples began to ache slightly from the continuous pressure of her bra cups, and the continued fantasy thoughts Mary had been focusing on. As she checked her items with the clerk and entered the fitting room. She could feel the slickness of her inner labia sliding against one another as she walked into the fitting room. She envisioned her clit hiding beneath its protective hood trying to peek out and seek attention.

Mary was having a difficult time concentrating on her shopping as her fantasies came back and began revolving around how she would look, clad only in her black lace bra and her crotchless panties. 

Entering the changing room with only the skirt, the blouse and her purse, her previous purchases being watched by the clerk, she began the process of trying the clothing on. First she would try the skirt on. She removed the baggy sweat pants. The dampness in her panties felt chilly against the heat of her pussy, as she began to try on the skirt and blouse.

Mary admired the curves of her form. Her eyes settled on the dark strip of dampness soaking through her thin cotton panties. She ran her hands lightly up her thighs, her fingers stopping momentarily as the top of her mound to gently rub her pubic bone. Refocusing, she began trying on the skirt she had picked out. The act of repeatedly undressing in a public place, already aroused, seemed intensely erotic. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore her stiff nipples and her wet pussy; her scent filled the small room. 

"Hmmm...smells like sex in here."

Out of sheer willpower she dutifully returned to the task at hand. Mary again removed her t-shirt, to replace it with the blouse she had found. A devious thought began developing in her mind...

"This is a changing room; It's private."

She unbuttoned the blouse, hanging it back on the hanger, her hands shivering with excitement. Then, removed the skirt and hung it also. She could see that her face was flushed, as she decided that she had to cum, right now. She could last until she got back to the car, which was at least a half an hour away. She could feel her pulse in her stiffened nipples, and her now stiffening clit. 

Thinking about the possibility that other women may have masturbated in this small mirror lined changing room tuned her on even more. She moved her hands up her body to rub her breasts, lifting them, squeezing, tracing her fingers around the areolas, her stiffening nipples begged to be free of the confinement of the thin material of the bra. Her body was giving her definite signs that it needed release, and it needed that release now. Closing her eyes, and tilting her head back in ecstasy as her hand slipped inside the elastic waistband of her plain white, thin cotton panties, her hand automatically found her slit. The moment her fingers came in contact with the hot moistness of her aching pussy, her clit stiffened in expectation. 

Rubbing her mound, feeling the heat of her pussy, was all she could stand. Her mind screamed at her to control her urges, as her pulse pounded. She was beyond rational thought at this point. Finally opening her eyes to view the erotic sight she was creating, she reached up with her free hand and slid her breasts out of the confines of her bra. The collapsed cups of her bra resting on her chest above her fully exposed breasts; she turned the bra with one hand and unhooked it, allowing it to fall to the floor in a small heap of lifeless fabric.

"Oh...God, I can't believe I am doing this."

Mary gazed at her breasts as they bounced in rhythm matching the motions of her hand massaging her pussy. Her taut nipples stuck out like chubby little erasers on a pencil. The hand that had freed her breasts from their confinement began to tweak the nipple on her left breast, as her eyes traveled down the reflection of her body; her gaze came to rest on the movement of her hand inside her panties. She imagined what her pussy would look like framed in the black lace of the crotchless panties she had purchased. Wanting to enjoy this as much as possible, she removed her hands from her breasts and panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, leaving them in a heap on the floor of the fitting room. 

Sitting on the bench that ran around three walls of the fitting room, she faced the full length mirror on the door; the hairy triangle of her pussy starkly contrasted the pink of her nude body. Here she was, entirely nude in a public place, and it was so erotic to her. She raised one leg up to rest on a side bench, and to give her better access to her smoldering, wet pussy. 

She really hadn't taken the time to even really look at herself in a purely sexual way for a long time. The more she gazed at her pussy the more it amazed her, the way the outer lips pursed, revealing a trace of wetness in her folds. Using both hands she watched in the mirror as she revealed her inner folds. It was simply amazing how beautiful her pussy actually was. Creamy white lubricant was oozing from the slit of her pussy. One of her index fingers slipped down the slit of her pussy into the liquid, slowly sliding back up the crease to lubricate and moisten her now engorged and straining clit. Her clit now rosy pink, and distended just beyond its little protective hood, just begged for some attention.

Mary slowly began teasing her clit. She traced little circles around the hood, making sure not to make direct contact with her stiff little bud. 

"Ah...yes...that's it."

Her finger flicked her clit in a desperate attempt to finish quickly, so as not to be discovered, or arouse suspicion. She would die of embarrassment if she were discovered playing with herself. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she tried to keep her moans of pleasure subdued. Since it always helped her to get off, she raised one of her breasts to her lips, and began sucking on her breast with an intense sexual fervor. She could feel the pleasure building stirrings deep inside her groin, as her finger slid down her slit dipped back into her wet hole, to re-lubricate. 

She discovered that it really increased her excitement as she watched herself frigging her clit, and watched the liquid seeping from her slit, gathering at the lower end of her slit, getting ready to drip on the seat. Hurriedly she reached down with her left hand, gathered the juices from her slit on her fingers, raised her hand to her mouth and licked the wetness from her fingers. Her hips began quivering as her orgasm began to build deep within her loins. Mary lowered her hand from her mouth to her pussy and began fingering her wet hole. She wished she had gotten the vibrator after all. 

A heavy musk of wet pussy filled the small fitting room. She slid off the seat on to the floor, placing each leg on the bench closest to it, spreading her legs as far as possible in the room, as she stared at the woman in the mirror's self-gratifying manipulations. The evident swelling of her labia and clit was fascinating; she had never really looked at herself when she played with pussy. Her fingers were a flurry of motion, one hand flitting over her clit, the other hand pumping in and out of her soggy pussy hole. She hoped the sucking and squishing sounds her pussy was making as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy weren't really as loud as they seemed to her in this small room. 

"Oh, God, please, please, now...I have to cum, I need to cum."

"I'm so close...almost there..." she thought as she began concentrating solely on the manipulations of her clit and cumming. 

"Come on, dammit, come on...please cum."

"I need this."

Her hips raising and lowering in rhythm with the pumping of her fingers in her crotch as she tried to make herself to cum faster. 

"Come on sweet pussy...cum now..."

"Oh God...yeah, almost there."

Her whole body began tensing as she reached approached the peak of her orgasm. Suddenly, the door opened, and the young female clerk gasped in astonishment. Her eyes transfixed on what was happening before her eyes.

"Close the door, dammit." She thought.

As much as she wanted to stop and save herself from embarrassment, she just couldn't. She had reached the point of no return, the point at which she was incapable of stopping, no matter how much she wanted to stop, she just couldn't. Her breathing had become more panting that breathing. She continued diddling her clit furiously, trying to ignore the eyes at the door, yet aware of the heightened erotic feelings she had as a result of being watched. 

"Oh...God...not now...not with her watching, please close the door."

Contractions deep within her pussy began forcing her cum to dribble out of her slit on to the bra beneath her ass. Her whole body spasmed uncontrollably as the orgasmic contractions began deep within her loins. It didn't matter anymore that she was being watched, she was at the precipice and was at the point of no return, the point at which, no matter what happened she simply couldn't stop herself from cumming, even if she wanted to.

"OK, watch me cum...go ahead, look at my wet pussy, look at it leak all over your carpet." 

Even though she wished that she had not been seen, she continued. Her hips bucked involuntarily as wave after wave of her orgasm flowed over her entire body. She slowly removed her fingers from her soggy hole, as her spasms subsided. The young lady at the door closed it. 

Mary continued to massage her throbbing pussy, luxuriating in the pleasure she was feeling. Her juices had matted her bush to the skin of her mound and labia. Still watching the mirror as her orgasm subsided, she saw the door close. 

She reached down and located the wet panties beneath her ass, found a fairly dry spot, and began the task of trying to dry off her pussy as much as possible. Unceremoniously shoving the sodden panties in her purse, she donned her bra, t-shirt, sweat pants, and shoes. She exited the fitting room, flushed as much from masturbating as she was from the embarrassment of having been caught masturbating. She spied the young lady that had opened the door of the fitting room, avoided eye contact, and headed for the cash registers with her purchase. Paying for her purchases, she arrived at the customer service department to retrieve her lingerie, and head back into the mall.




What's a Girl To Do?



Mary replayed the fitting room scene over and over in her mind, realizing that she hadn't cum that hard in ages, and that being caught had been a big part of the reason she came so hard. Understanding why she enjoyed what she had just done, she began planning her next public outing... 

To be continued, with additional adventures.



What's a Girl To Do? Ch. 01



"Thump...thump...thump." My fingers tapped out a steady rhythm, which was muffled by the heavy white tablecloth. My eyes took in the expensive restaurant; crystal wine glasses, intricate silver ware, along with hand-carved figures decorating the walls in rich mahogany wood. I had already been to the bathroom where instead of stalls, separate little bathrooms lined the wall, and an attendant had handed me a towel after washing my hands. I shook my head as the waiter approached me once again asking, "Can I get you something to drink madam?" What in the world was I doing here?

Devon was ten minutes late, and I briefly considered leaving. What the hell did he want, bringing me to this expensive restaurant and telling me only to dress in my best? My thoughts wandered as I thought I spied a celebrity sitting at a table across the room from me, but I tried not to get excited about it. After all, I would probably be kicked out if I did something as stupid as ask for an autograph. 

Warm hands clasped over my bare shoulders and I felt Devon's baby-smooth face brush mine as he gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, gorgeous," he greeted me and made his way to sit down in the chair opposite from me. "I'm sorry I'm late," he grinned and as I took him in, I arched an eyebrow. He was dressed to the nines, something that I had never seen him do before in over a year of friendship. His simple suit showed off the muscular cut of his body, and the tie that hung from his neck only emphasized the square line of his jaw. His short black hair was wet and slicked back; his brown skin fairly sparkled and I had to admit, he looked sharp. 

"What are we doing here, Devon?" I finally asked, my heart beating a little quicker at the sight of him. There was movement in the corner of my eye and I looked up to find the zealous waiter standing once again at our table. 

"Can I get you something now madam? Sir?" 

"Could you bring us a bottle of your finest wine?" asked Devon, his voice dripping with honey. 

"Very good, sir." The waiter whisked away to do his bidding. I simply stared at Devon. "What the hell?" I thought.

"Devon," I said, drawing his attention back to me because he too had been looking around the room, his eyes immediately fastening on the celebrity across the way. "What..."

"We're just having dinner, Ali. I know I haven't done anything special for you and you've been so nice to me." His soft brown eyes locked with mine and he smiled. "That's true." I thought. Even though we were technically just friends, I had given Devon a gold bracelet with his name engraved in it for his birthday and a gold watch for Christmas. The list of trinkets I had given him went on and on, and I had been a little pissed that I had never once gotten anything in return. But I reminded myself that we were only friends, friends with benefits of course, but he wasn't my boyfriend. 

The waiter returned shortly with our requested bottle of wine, but I was so nervous I didn't even feel like drinking. "Would you like to order, or shall I return later?" asked the waiter as he uncorked the bottle of wine and poured a generous amount into both of our glasses. 

"I'll have the lamb, with the French cut green beans." Devon said, ordering as if he'd been to the restaurant several times. His voice had taken on a haughty quality as his eyes scrutinized the waiter. "And my lady will have..."

I looked at Devon, my mouth hanging open for a moment before I snapped it closed. My lady? Since when? I had looked over the menu while waiting for Devon and most of the food was too fancy for my taste. "I'll just take the steak dinner, with mashed potatoes. Do those come with gravy?" I asked. "Because I'd like mine with just butter, please." The waiter nodded at me and hurried away from our table once again. 

I lowered my voice and bombarded Devon with questions. "Since when am I your lady? And how are you paying for this? The bathrooms alone in this place are fit for a king. What the hell is going on?" He worked at a fish market, for Christ's sake, and unless someone had bought millions of dollars worth of fish, I didn't see how he could afford this on his small salary. 

A short burst of laughter escaped his throat, and his brown eyes danced with some new found happiness. "You so nosy, Ali," he laughed and brought his hand to rest on mine that was lying on the table. "I was going to wait till afterwards to tell you everything, but I can tell your not gonna be happy until you've completely ruined the surprise." I said nothing, but cocked my eyebrow at him again. His hand snaked back to his side and he reached into his suit pocket, withdrawing a small package. He set it on the table at my fingertips and said, "Go ahead, open it." 

Looking suspiciously at him, I brought the package closer to me, and proceeded to unwrap it. From the size and shape, I could tell it was a jewelry box, but until I actually opened it, I wouldn't know what kind of jewelry it contained. I took the cover off the little red box and placed it gently on the table; my palm opened as I turned the box upside down to shake out the red velvet case that lay within. Devon was looking at me intensely, clearly hoping that I would like his present, and I smiled a little at him as I opened the lid. 

"Oh my god!" I gasped as I saw the perfection of two, huge sparkling diamond earrings nestled in the white silkiness of the case. I had quite a few diamond earrings in my collection, but they were a pittance compared to the monsters that lay within the box. My jaw was hanging open and I shut it with a click of my teeth as I looked up to him. "What are these for?" I breathed in admiration. I bit back the second question that was racing around my mind, "How did you afford these?" 

He drew back his chair, and stood, long legs bringing him quickly to my side of the table and he knelt beside me, taking my hand. I held my breath at his position, praying that this wasn't what it looked like. I could already feel the warm stares of nearby patrons as they watched the little scene unfolding in front of them. 

"Ali," he began taking a deep breath. "I know we're just friends." 

"Friends with benefits," I corrected in a low voice. 

"Yea," he said with a sheepish smile before continuing. "But I really, really like you, and I wanted to know if you would be my girlfriend." I gasped as he finished the sentence, my mind already rushing with thoughts. It felt like yesterday that I had met him, that we had fooled around in the back seat of his car, and agreed to be fuck buddies as long as both of us were single. I remembered wanting more, but having a discussion with him in which he crushed my hopes of us ever being together. He liked our fuck buddy relationship and didn't see the need to move it along to anything more serious. Now, here he was, "proposing" that we be boyfriend and girlfriend and begin a serious relationship. What the hell?

"I...I...," I stammered, unsure of what to say. 

"Just say yes, Ali. I promise to make up for the year that I spent caring more about myself than I did about you. I just realized yesterday that I'm completely in love with you, and I want you to be my girl." 

His candy sweet words melted my heart. "Yes," I said reaching up to wrap my hands around his neck, even though somewhere in the back of my mind there was a nagging voice screaming "no!" 

The tables around us exploded in cheers and applause as I hugged him and I realized they probably thought he had proposed marriage. Devon encircled my waist with his strong arms and pulled me up from my chair. "This is my girl and I love her!" he announced to the whole restaurant, and I saw smiles from the couples around us. I didn't have the heart to ruin the moment, so I played along as if we were getting married. 

Devon drew me closer to him; his hands pressed against the small of my back, and brought his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to him and we kissed for a moment, bringing a renewed round of cheers and applause from the audience. We broke the kiss, and I smiled shyly. I felt like a queen. 

Devon drew my chair back a little for me and I sat, a light blush creeping across my cheeks. The restaurant, which had been rather quiet before, was now abuzz with conversation punctuated by looks at us. As Devon took a seat in his chair again, the waiter was bringing us our food. Devon smiled at me continuously, like the Cheshire Cat. 

"Ms. Roberts offers her congratulations and has graciously paid for your dinner," the waiter said, raising a finger to indicate the woman sitting at the table across the room. She had turned to face us completely now and I saw that it was indeed Julia Roberts. She nodded to us, and I mouthed, "Thank you so much." She smiled and returned to her meal. 

The whole evening was magical. Devon talked happily with me as we ate and remembered specific events in our time together as friends. He assured me that things would only get better now that we were together. "So when are you going to tell Rob?" he asked, and the beauty of the moment was spoiled. 

Rob was my other friend with benefits, the nice guy who at first went unnoticed, but had comforted me throughout numerous heartbreaks. Suddenly, I was confused. I had feelings for Rob, but now I was with Devon. "But Rob doesn't like me anyways," I thought and decided that it was time to end our relationship, since I had finally found a boyfriend. 

"I'll tell him tomorrow," I informed Devon and took the last bite of my steak, savoring the delicious flavor. 

"Would you like dessert?" the waiter asked as he cleared our plates. 

"I'm so full," I laughed. "I don't think I could eat another bite." Devon agreed and the waiter left us saying, "Have a nice evening then." I was about to ask about the bill, but then remembered that it had already been paid. "Let's go thank her," I said to Devon, pointing to Julia Roberts.

After collecting my purse and putting the earrings deep inside of it, Devon started to make his way across the room, closing the distance between our table and hers as fast as my legs would let him. Never once did he let go of my hand and we arrived with a flourish at her table, probably looking the part of a dazed couple about to plunge into marriage.

"I just wanted to thank you for your generosity," Devon began, extending his hand towards her. They shook hands and he brought the back of her hand to his lips, planting a light kiss on it. She smiled and said, "What a gentleman; I hope you both will be very happy together."

"Thank you," I said, shaking her hand as well. "No kiss?" she asked, her eyes shining merrily, and all three of us broke into laughter. I made a little show of kissing the back of her hand as Devon had, and that brought further laughter. 

"Well, we'll let you get back to your dinner then, thanks again," I said. "I'll let you get to whatever you're going to do next," she smiled at me and winked. We shared a final laugh and Devon put his arm around my waist, escorting me into the spacious lobby of the restaurant. We handed our tickets to the coat checker, and waited for him to bring us our coats, which must have stood out like sore thumbs as he returned a second later. Devon helped me on with mine and we walked outside to hand our tickets to the valet parking people.

"Your place or mine?" I said dreamily, turning to face him and rubbing my hands up and down his back underneath his suit coat. I hoped the perfect night would end with perfect sex. 

"Your place," he said brushing his soft lips against my cheek. "Go home and wait for me; I have to get something from my house, but I'll be right over, ok?" I nodded although it felt odd to have him run home after the perfect night we had just shared. "You look so sexy," he breathed into my ear. "Don't change, ok?" I nodded again happily as valet service finally brought up our cars and parked his behind mine. 

Devon lived close to me and his headlights behind me flashed in my rearview mirror. I heard him beep as he turned the corner towards his apartment and I smiled, continuing straight to my apartment ahead a little ways further. I pulled into the parking ramp adjacent and slowly made my way to my appointed parking spot. Humming happily, I got out and walked to the building door. 

Soon I was safe and warm inside my apartment, and I rushed around pulling out some candles and setting them next to the bed. I wanted everything to be perfect for me and Devon's first night together as a couple. I made the bed, and tossed some extra pillows on to make it look prettier. When I was satisfied with my work, I stretched out on the couch and turned on the TV, flicking through the channels until I found an interesting movie. My eyes jumped to the clock now and then, hoping it wouldn't take him too long.

20 minutes passed, then 30. "Where the hell is he?" I wondered and reached for my cell phone that was buried in the depths of my purse. I quickly dialed Devon's number and let it ring, but no answer. 45 minutes passed and I tried his cell again, but to no avail. "What an ass," I thought, as I hugged a pillow to my body. I got up and went into my room; the long candles I had lit earlier had now burned down to half the size. Sighing sadly, I blew out the candles and returned to my place on the couch, only to jump up again when I heard a knock on the door. 

I looked through the peephole and seeing that it was indeed Devon I opened the door angrily. "Where the hell have you been?" I questioned but he just rushed through the door, shutting and locking it tightly behind him. 

"I'm sorry, Ali," he said looking sadly down at me. My anger subsided for a moment as I took in his disheveled appearance. The shoes that had been shiny earlier were now scuffed and caked with mud. His suit coat was gone, and his tie hung haphazardly to one side. His once slicked back hair now stood up in straight spikes. "I didn't mean to ruin our night."

"What the hell happened?" I asked critically, folding my arms over my chest, as he took off his filthy shoes. He made no answer, but instead bent to kiss me, his soft lips pressing against mine. One of his hands moved to me waist, drawing me closer to him and the other hand found my breast beneath my black dress and lightly caressed it. My anger subsided, the incident temporarily forgotten as he began to push me slowly and gently towards my bedroom. 

His tongue moistened my lips and I parted them, allowing him to slip into my mouth. Our tongues played passionately while my hands pulled at his shirt, slipping it out of the waistband of his pants. My fingertips brushed his warm, sweaty skin lightly and I felt him shiver at my touch; his mouth pulled back from mine as he turned and led me into the bedroom. 

His warm brown eyes shimmered like jewels as he looked lovingly at me and bent to the hem of my dress, slowly peeling it up my body. I lifted my arms for him and he tossed the dress aside, his eyes already roaming my nearly naked body. I hadn't worn a bra, because it would have shown, and he lifted his hands to cup my round breasts. "God Ali," he said, his breath catching in his throat. "I've seen you naked so many times, but there's just something about you being my girlfriend that makes it even better tonight."

His fingertips stroked over my already hardening nipples and he bent his head to draw one of them into his moist mouth. I moaned with pleasure and anticipation of what was to come as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He moved to the other nipple and inhaled the little nub of flesh, the warmth of his breath serving to make me more aroused than I already was. 

I pulled at his shirt again, lifting it up his back, and he stopped sucking my nipple long enough to unbutton it. His tie was loose and he took it off quickly, let me take it off his shirt completely, flinging it aside. His bare chest pressed into my aching nipples as his mouth fused with mine once again. I could feel myself beginning to sweat as the heat from our bodies pressed together surrounded us, urging us to take our passions to the next level. 

His fingers tangled in my hair, caressing the back of my head as he kissed me, and I drew my hands down his washboard stomach, finding the button of his pants. His straining shaft was already pushing against me and as I undid his pants and tried to slide them down his muscled legs, I brought his boxers too. His hardness pressed into my stomach as we fell onto the bed, him struggling to kick off his pants and boxers, and still massaging my tongue with his. 

Finally, he broke the kiss and lifted his body off mine; pulling my panties down my legs, while staring at my already moistened pussy. I was glad I had shaved earlier as he bent between my legs, spreading them wider and I felt his hot breath against my thighs. I moaned as his fingers spread my pussy lips and ran a finger over my aching clit. A moment later, I felt his tongue on my clit and I gasped, pleasantly surprised. In all the time we had been "friends", Devon had never once ate me out, although he often asked me to suck him off. Amazingly, here he was now, his tongue lashing frantically at my clit, one finger beginning to slide into my now dripping slit. 

I whimpered as he continued his assault on my throbbing clit, now sliding two fingers, than three deep inside of me and making an upwards motion. "Oh god, Devon, that feels so good, please don't stop," I cried as a wave of pleasure seized me. It felt as if his tongue was making circles around my clit and my whole body shuddered, slowly making its way towards climax. His tongue must have gotten tired, because he switched to sucking my clit into his mouth between his teeth, which made me jerk in a pleasure-filled pain. "Oh god," I moaned again as he switched to using his tongue again. My hands held tightly to my comforter as I felt the tide of pleasure sweeping through my body, my pussy bucked up into his face and I struggled to keep my legs from clamping too tightly around his head. I moaned breathily as I felt my pussy clench around his fingers and then as they slid out of me, his tongue replaced them lapping up all my wetness. 

He brought his head up from between my legs to rest his chin on my stomach and smiled up at me, his chin shiny with my juices. "Was that good?" he asked breathily and I shook my head 'yes'. "I've never done that to a woman before," he said kissing his way up my stomach, and I knew it was true. He had always been rather selfish. 

His tongue flicked at my nipples before he brought his head up to my mouth, kissing me, our saliva mixing with my juices. It was erotically romantic to share a kiss with him after his first time of eating someone out. I was glad that someone was me. 

His hard cock was now pressing against my thigh, and I noted that it felt thicker and harder than before. "I love you, Devon." He kissed me once more before sliding his thick rod easily into me. He raised himself off my body and began to pound into me, filling my cup over and over again, as I writhed excitedly underneath him. 

We began a frantic rhythm; I lifted my hips to meet his body as he thrusted himself inside of me and soon I was nearly bouncing up to meet him as he pushed me into the springy mattress. Our bodies made a loud slapping noise as we consummated our passions, punctuated by the squeaking of the bedsprings and the moans coming from both of us. I held tightly to his strong forearms, my nails digging into his flesh a little, as he brought me closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. 

"I'm going to cum," he groaned and I concentrated for a moment, feeling his cock jerk and twitch inside of me. I clamped my muscles around it, delaying the explosion for a moment and he continued to thrust into me hard, the way he knows I like it. He brought his hands off the bed to pinch my nipples and that simple movement threw me over the edge. My body jerked and shuddered, my hips raised off the bed, and I felt him cumming deep inside of me as he slowed his strokes just a tad and threw back his head, both of us groaning ecstatically.




What's a Girl To Do? Ch. 01



"God, Ali, that was so sweet!" he exclaimed as my muscles continued to grasp his cock within me. I could feel his cum leaking out from around his softening cock, sliding down my pussy lips and slowly down my ass. We smiled at each other, breathing heavily, until finally he pulled out, and rolled onto the bed next to me. His hand found mine and he brought it to his lips, kissing the back of my hand just as he had Julia Roberts' before. 

"I love you, Ali," he breathed, as he held my hand, the other hands brushing down my side. I started to get up to shut off the light in the living room, but Devon stopped me. "I'll get it," he said and getting up, quickly ran to shut off the light. I pulled back the comforter and the sheet and made myself comfortable, turning on my side as I normally slept. Devon returned and slid in behind me, his hard body pressing into me, his arm encircling my waist. "Night, baby," he placed kisses on my back and neck before settling in to sleep. 

"Night," I replied happily, pulling his arm tighter around me.

He began snoring quickly and his loud snoring kept me from falling in to a deep sleep. I began to think of Rob, and what I would tell him the next day. The thought of never seeing my other fuck buddy was not a happy one, but I told myself that if we were really friends, he would continue to want to hang out with me. In some small corner of my heart, I fancied myself in love with Rob. "But that's ridiculous," I thought. "You have Devon now." I tried to fall asleep, and the last thought I had before slipping into dreamland was, "what's a girl to do?"

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Thanks for reading :) If you liked this story, I hope you'll continue reading the series because I have several little plot twists already figured out. Some of the story tags will give you a hint as to where the story is going. Don't forget to vote and leave feedback! 

Ali



What's A Girl To Do



"Cleaning I suppose." she said to herself, continuing down the hall.

She didn't notice Beth peeking round the door for a quick look at the mystery guest.

  "Ready for some breakfast?" greeted Jay when they met in reception.

  "How are you this morning?" he inquired.

  She did a little stretch, "mmmm, I feel great, I think I must have had the correct sort of exercise last night." 

  "Jay, I left my clean clothes in car last night, would it be too much trouble to bring them in for me."

  "Of course but have some breakfast first"

  "I can offer coffee or tea with some toast or cereal perhaps you want a bit more. Eggs, bacon?"

  "Oh coffee and lots of it please"

  "You know, what I would really love is an English fry up breakfast. Isn't that terrible?"

  "What the Lady wishes the Lady shall have" answered Jay.

As he prepared her meal they chatted. She leaned with one hip against the counter sipping her first cup of coffee.

   "Jay," she said a little too casually.

   "Do you know a guy called Christopher Robins?"

   "Don't tell me that's the shit who has been playing with you!"

   "Oh yes. I know him." Jay said ominously.

   "Come eat your breakfast and tell me what you know about him" Jay said, carrying her plate to the table.

Zoe sat with her breakfast in front of her, grasped the knife and fork and took a bite of the fried tomato with a little piece of bacon.

  "Mmm mmm this is good." she enthused with her mouth still a little full.

Continuing with the meal she spoke between mouthfuls telling Jay what she understood about the life and back ground of Christopher Robins.

  "He's an airline pilot with Lufthansa but on as needed call at the moment,"

  "This means he's away from home quite a lot which was why we would meet at airports a lot."

  "His sister lives in his house with him with her children. That's why I'd hear children when he phoned me from his house. He would look after the sister's kids for when she was at work" 

  Jay had to interrupt," All lies!"

  "Not a word of truth."

  "He lives with his wife and kids, she's working and he's unemployed."

  "His parents left him the house which, I hear, has two mortgages on it."

Zoe looked at him in disbelief, her face showing her confusion.

  "What! The whole thing, a pack of lies? Not a word of truth in all he told me?"

  "Fucker! Ooooo Am I going to mess him up!"

  "You have given me the ammunition I need."

  "Oh ho! Look out baby here I come."

Alarmed at the force of Zoe's comments Jay was wondering what to say next.

  "You don't plan to murder him do you?" He asked tentatively.

  "Hell no that's too easy for him. He's going to go through hell and not know where it came from."

   "That breakfast was wonderful Jay. It seems like you put your special touch on satisfying a girl's appetites no matter what you do" Zoe said with a grin.

  "If you wouldn't mind bringing in my blue case I'll get dressed and check out"

While Zoe was in her room dressing Jay placed the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen. As he did so he played the last day over in his mind. He wondered what his feelings were for Zoe. That he found her attractive there was no doubt but there was more. There was something about her that drew him closer, her personality appealed to him and something about the way she was going to handle this situation struck a chord.

 A thought struck him. He went over to the computer and logged into the reservations program bringing up the data sheet for the current week. There was a room free each night for the next four nights. No one had asked for the best suite specifically. He would ask Zoe if she wanted to stay as his personal guest till she returned home.

 A little noise and the thump of George's tail caused him to turn around. Zoe was back in reception.

 "Jay, I was wondering. Do you have a room for the rest of the week?"

 "Let me have a look." He said knowing the answer but playing for time.

 "Errrr. Yes here we are. I do have a room open."

"Can you book me in please I want to stay here till I go home."

"No." he said" I can't do that."

Zoe looked at him curiously.

 "Why ever not?"

 "I'm inviting you to stay as my personal guest."

 "Why would you do that?" She asked surprised.

Jay paused for a moment and looked her straight in the face.

 "I like you and want to have you around for a while."

 "And I want to take you to bed as often as I can."

She smiled as she thought about what he had just said.

 "Mister, it's been a while since I had a better offer, I'm going to take you up on it."

 "But I'll bet you are going to regret it."

  "Maybe, maybe not, time will tell." Jay said quietly.

  "Let me get the rest of your things from the car."

 Leaving Zoe in her room Jay went about his daily work of running a successful Bed and Breakfast, answering the phone, checking supplies for the kitchen, sweeping the front entry and many other small chores.

 Zoe was unpacking her luggage, this time using the drawers in the dresser. At the same time she was plotting her revenge on Christopher Robins. One case had gifts for Robins. There was a pair of his favourite jeans, a sports style wrist watch, some cologne she particularly liked, a large bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey and a huge jar of peanut butter.

She looked at this collection in the suitcase and felt anger rise in her. Grabbing the cologne she headed to the bath room to pour down the toilet then stopped when she realized she would then smell the scent for a long while after.

The jeans wouldn't fit Jay and she wouldn't want to think of him wearing them. An idea came to her. Gathering the watch, jeans, cologne and the peanut butter she went in search of the house keeper she remembered hearing.

Beth was just finishing the second room and was in the hall when Zoe found her.

  "Hi, I'm in the best suite." said Zoe.

  "I was wondering if you could use these." showing Beth what she carried.

  Beth looked at what was offered, "My boy friend just loves that peanut butter and I think the jeans might fit him too."

   "I don't think I can take the watch, it looks too expensive and that cologne, why would you give that away, it's heavenly."

   Zoe said flatly, "I want you to take it all. You would be doing me a favour."

   "That doesn't sound good." sympathized Beth.

   "You have no idea and it's a long story." replied Zoe.

Placing the items on the house keeping cart Zoe turned and returned to her room. Once though the door she picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels.

  "I'm going to enjoy this knowing that the bastard won't get to have it. Beside I can't drink all Jay's lovely scotch."

With the bottle in hand she went down stairs looking for Jay. She found him in the downstairs washroom fixing the flush mechanism.

  "I've come to pay my rent for the week," handing him the bottle of Jack Daniels.

  "I've also come to borrow your computer."

  "I'm going to start my plan for the bastard."

Jay straightened and tested the flush. Satisfied that it was now working properly he turned to Zoe.

  "That looks like an acceptable rent."

 "But before I let you loose on my computer I need to know what you are up to." 

They walked to the office as Zoe explained what she was about to put in motion. She sat in front of the computer and hit the enter key bringing the screen back to life. Spinning the chair to face Jay she continued:

  "I work for an international credit reporting agency. I can access the credit history of almost anyone anywhere."

  "And I can send alarm notices to creditors with action recommendations."

  "I can make someone's bad day better or much much worse." 

  "Christopher Robins' day is about to get much much worse."

Jay looked at her in surprise.

  "I think," Jay said," he messed with the wrong girl. The computer is yours to use."

Zoe was soon on sites that Jay had no idea even existed. She was entering memorized passwords and using log on names in rapid succession. Eventually a spreadsheet showed on the screen. With a finger Zoe traced on the screen.

  "Well would you look at that!"

Jay leaned toward the monitor so see what she was indicating.

  "There's a car in his name that's in arrears, a 2006 Mitsubishi 4x4."

  "There are indeed two mortgages on the house. The primary is current but the secondary mortgage is thee months behind."

   "His credit line at the bank is close to the limit and he's only paid the interest for a year."

   "And all four credit cards are at or near the limit.'

Zoe flexed her finger and gave a little chuckle.

   "And with a flash of her mighty keyboard Super Bitch swings into action."

Jay watched as she pulled up other pages and other spread sheets. Checking boxes and unchecking others. Once a while she would click 'send' on a filled out form. She worked away furiously for about half an hour.

   "Now we watch the fun." she said satisfied. 

   "What have you done?" Jay asked. 

"Some time tonight or early tomorrow the car will be repo'd. "

"The secondary mortgage has just been foreclosed."

"The limits on his cards and the line of credit have all been reduced so he is over all of them and payment notices sent."

 "Holy shit! Can you do all that?"

 Zoe winked," No, but I can talk to computers that can."

 "In three days I'll go back and undo it all, so when he rants and raves he will look totally stupid."

Jay took the Jack Daniels to the kitchen, picked up two glasses and some ice and poured a healthy shot in each glass. He then took a glass to Zoe and said.

 "I think this deserves a drink"

 "Never a more worthy reason to have one." said Zoe raising her glass.

 "Now you haven't seen the grounds have you? Bring your glass and I'll show around out side."

Side by side they strolled along a graveled path between shrubs which displayed a variety of colours some yellow, some red and some white. The path wandered its way into a woodland grove where the sun shone through the trees to give a dappled shade. Placed just where it could not be seen from down the path was a wooden and iron bench.

Jay sat on the bench and looked up at Zoe, took her glass from her hand and said,

   "Take your clothes off."

   "I want to see you naked in the sunshine."  

   "What if someone comes?"

   "They will see an attractive nude woman but no one will come, this is my property."

   "I've never been outside without clothes."

   "Then it is an experience you should have. I can guarantee you will enjoy the feeling of the sun and breeze on your skin." 

   "Promise you won't watch then."

   "Oh I will watch, you can bet on that."

Zoe stepped back a few paces and slowly drew her T shirt up over her breasts and over her head, shaking her hair loose as her head popped free of the shirt. She dropped the shirt and unzipped her jeans, kicking off the shoes just before wiggling the snug pants over her hips and sliding then down her legs, stepping free of the heap that they formed. 

Standing there in bra and panties she half turned back and forth.

Jay was smiling in appreciation. He enjoyed her choice of under wear. How the lacey black bra supported her modest sized tits while enhancing her cleavage and how the tiny black panties, just shy of being a thong, did little to conceal the lack of pubic hair. Her buttocks were nicely rounded and nicely in proportion to her legs and body. The thought passed his mind that she just might believe her bum a bit too big. He smiled a little wider at that idea.

While Jay was taking in the sight Zoe unfastened her bra swinging it to drop on the bench. As they came free Jay saw that her breasts sagged little without the support simply moved to the sides a bit as the cups released each one. Her hands slid down her body to the strings at the sides of the panties. She delicately pushed them as she gave a little swing of her hips. Once past the hips the panties dropped to her feet and she kicked them to the bench with her right foot.

   "Go back down the path a little way then come back here." He requested.

Zoe did as he asked going back down the path to a point where she though some one at the house might see her then walked back toward the clearing. As she relaxed she found that she was enjoying the air on her body just as Jay had said she would. It felt nice to be here nude. The sun and breeze gave her skin a delightful sensuous tingle, not exactly a sexual sensation but a feeling that sex would be welcome in her future. She wondered why no one had ever told her about this.



Chapter 3. 

Jay sat back on the bench sipping his drink waiting for Zoe to reappear. She seemed to have been gone longer than he expected but he waited patiently. Soon enough she came strolling into the clearing wearing nothing but a happy little smile. Placing his glass on the ground he stood.

 Zoe looked at him and said," I love being nude out doors. I had no idea how nice it feels."  

 "Then you are really going to enjoy it when we fuck here."

 "You will have to prove it to me." Zoe demanded.

 "Oh I fully intend to do that." 

 Jay pulled her to him bending to kiss her as he slid a hand between the thighs. Her mouth opened to return his kiss and her thighs to accept his hand. Their tongues tested each other as his finger opened her pussy lips. A hint of moisture greeted his probing fingers as they traced the groove. Finding the entrance now damper he drew his fingers up to the top sliding over the fold that hid her clit softly twirling the flesh. He pressed harder until his mouth felt a moan as the kiss continued.  

 "Hold that thought." Jay said releasing Zoe.

He quickly pulled the shirt over his head and dropped his jeans. The shoes followed as did the socks. In a moment he too was naked. Moving to a patch of soft newly mowed grass behind the bench he lay down.

 "Come and get on top." he suggested.

As Zoe stepped astride him and kneeled he pulled her toward his face.

  "I want to taste you." he said simply.

Zoe pressed her pussy to his face feeling his tongue part her lips. It moved upward to wipe round the fold covering her clit. The tip wiggled its way to uncover the sensitive spot. He seemed to know her clit was too tender for a direct touch at this point. She could feel the tongue retreat down her furrow to find the entrance. He pushed in as deep as a tongue could go, his lips brushing her lips. Her juices were in full flow and he could taste their feminine tang. His active movements making her believe he loved the flavour as indeed he did. Backing away from the penetration he directed his attention upwards to her clit. By now she was able to welcome the pressure of the gently probing tongue. The folds opened and her clit came out to play. With the very tip of his tongue he created a sort of vibration, a rapid stroking of the tender button. Zoe couldn't believe the pleasure this man was bringing her. An orgasm was building, a storm rising at the very point of contact. She felt sure she was at the peak of intensity of her pleasure until she felt a gentle nibble of her clit by his careful teeth. Slowly, gradually he bit a little harder as his tongue still flicked across her pleasure centre.

 "Oh fuck shit ooooh." she screamed.

Every muscle she possessed went rigid as the orgasm hit. She was unable to breathe and her eyes lost focus. Still the tongue flicked her clit and still the sensations were directed to her brain until she could take no more and collapsed on Jay's body.       

Jay put his arms around her holding her tight as minor tremors passed through her body. Slowly, so slowly she came down from her sexual high. 

 "Oh my god," Zoe gasped, "I think I was hit by a train, a wonderful beautiful train."

 "Give me a moment or two and I'll return the favour."

It was no problem to find her desired target as Jay's cock was hard and prominent. She moved until her mouth was in perfect alignment with his penis. Her head came down and she took him in, deeper and deeper until he was entirely swallowed his head deep in her throat. It was a struggle to over come the gag reflex but she wanted to give him the outstanding oral that he had given her. She had tried this before but it hadn't worked, the reflex had been too strong. This time was different her desire was overcoming the need to expel the intruder. Her head rose and fell to stroke the cock in her throat but eventually she had to breathe and so lifted till she could fondle the sensitive underside with her tongue.

Jay was on a high of pleasure, he growled his delight unable to form words. He wanted to delay his release so he could fuck Zoe next but no sooner had that thought crossed his mind when Zoe deep throated him once more and the need to come over powered his resolve.

 "Grrrrrr. I'm coming, I'm coming now."

Zoe pulled up a little so his semen gathered in her mouth where she could taste it. Though the flavour didn't exactly compare with chocolate the taste was right for the moment. It was a bit salty with a slightly acidic after taste. Zoe inwardly giggled at the idea of rating it like a fine wine. Unlike wine tasting though she swallowed his seed, having no wish to spit it out.  

  "Zoe you are a wonder, I've never had anyone suck me like that. I can't imagine a better blow job."

  They moved to lie side by side on the grass. He then kissed her deeply sharing the remains of his flavour.

   "I really wanted to fuck you here." He said, "But after that it will be a while before things are ready again."

   "Don't worry, I'm addicted to out door sex now. We will be back here."

Zoe held his now soft penis.

   "And this guy will be ready for a lot more action." 

 Reluctantly they dressed and returned to the house. 

   "I know it's a bit late but would you like to go into the village for a bite of lunch?" Jay asked.

   "Good idea." said Zoe.

About half an hour later Jay drove into the parking area of a small diner style restaurant and as they got out of the car they became aware of a scene unfolding in the grocery store parking lot opposite. 

There was a tow truck whose operator was winching an SUV onto the flat deck. A tall skinny man was arguing in a very loud and agitated manner. They could hear snatches of his ranting.

   "You won't get away with this."

   "Your company will be hearing from my lawyer."

They could see the tow truck operator replying but he was not shouting so the response was lost. He calmly went about securing his load and shortly after drove away.

Zoe was grinning ear to ear looking very pleased. She grabbed Jay's arm then hugged him.

   "Yes." She chuckled, "it's working. That was much faster than I expected."

   "I have to go congratulate him." 

  "No. Let your full plan hit him first or he will be expecting the rest." advised Jay.

They could see Christopher Robins frantically trying to make a call on his mobile phone finally looking at it in disbelief. His arm went up and the phone was smashed to the ground. He took a step to the phone and furiously stamped on it. Unfortunately he was wearing light soft shoes and he immediately hopped on one foot obviously in pain in the foot that had just mashed the phone.

Both of them had to turn their back on the scene as they broke into laughter. They were still laughing as they entered the restaurant and selected a table. 



   "Jay, how do you come to know our shit head?" Zoe asked.

   "I have been chairman of the committee that runs the local soccer field and he has been on the committee with me. We've had a few run ins."

   "He tabled a proposal at an annual meeting to sell the field to a developer so we could rebuild on another area. It was all put together as advancing the facilities but it smelled a bit fishy so we investigate quietly. The developer was an old school friend and the alternate site belongs to his brother."




What's A Girl To Do



"This all came out and he was forced to resign from the committee. So you could say I have pretty good idea of what he's like."

Jay looked at his watch.

   "Four thirty already. I'm expecting a check in at five. Let's go."

Zoe went to her room to freshen up when they returned to the house. Jay waited for the new guests to arrive which they did close to the time they planned. He registered them in and showed them to their room as well as giving them recommendations for where to get an evening meal.              As he was doing this he had a thought about Zoe's revenge plan. He knew where Robins usually ate in the evening and if Robins went to pay by credit or bank card things could be interesting. In the past he remembered that Robins was at the pub between eight and nine o'clock for a drink and snack. He had some work to do in the office for several minutes but after that he would invite Zoe for a pub meal. The show promised to be interesting.

 In her room Zoe eyed the spa bath, made a quick decision and turned the taps on. She was feeling quite sexy she found and she was enjoying the sensation. The love making she had enjoyed with Jay made her feel desirable, something that had been missing in her life for far too long.

 "I can't believe I fell for that crap from the jerk."

As soon as the bath filled Zoe entered carefully, adjusting to the heat of the water. She slipped below the surface lying back so just her face was above the water, her eyes closed. Her entire body started to relax. Her mind wandered. The warmth and the relaxation shut the world from her thoughts as she entered a mellow almost sleeping state. 

She had no idea how long she was this way but gradually she became aware of her body. It started with noticing her nipples were getting erect, harder and very sensitive till a touch was almost painful. Her skin was alive feeling the touch of the water; every little ripple could be felt. Her pussy seemed to beckon her fingers, needing to be touched. This was extreme sensuality. This was a desire to have total involvement in the joys of her body's sensory input. 

The tips of her fingers were almost as sensitive as the nipples on her breasts and as her clitoris as it emerged. Slowly she stroked these tender spots relishing the feelings as she lay immersed. There was no urgent need to come though the grain of that eventuality was in her brain. She just knew that the orgasm would be over powering when it came but for now these sensations were to be welcomed.

Minutes passed as Zoe let her mind flow, totally open to the wanton delights her body was experiencing. She felt no need for penetration, caresses were enough, her clit and nipples were sending all the input her brain could handle. All other senses shut down. There was no room for sight, her eyes remained closed, no room for sound, her ears were deaf, no room for aroma, she smelled nothing.

 She never heard the gentle knock at the door. She never saw the change in light patterns as a shadow crossed the room. She never smelled the faint aroma of cologne.

Jay had come to invite her to dinner and heard the regular gentle splashing in the bathroom. He was curious as it was not a familiar sound. Quietly he peeked round the door and watched Zoe as she pleasured herself in the tub. Although he had a great urge to soak in the sight, to watch for his own pleasure he was also struck by the private intimacy of Zoe's experience. Slowly, silently he withdrew. 

 Jay noticed as he quietly cross the bed room that the rhythm of the splashes was increasing. It seemed likely that she was near to climax. He would not disturb her for a few minutes more. Gently he let himself out of the room.

 In his private lounge he sat in thought as George placed his large head on Jay's knee. Running his hand over the dog's fur he mused on the totally erotic sight he had stolen. It was a memory that would return during his own masturbation he was sure.

 "Ah what a quandary, "Jay muttered, "such a delightful sight needs to be shared but the moment was too private to discuss."

He thought briefly of a drink but dismissed the notion. A beer with dinner would be the better idea.

  Zoe's languorous mood was giving way to a more and more urgent need to come. The orgasm was building. The awareness was growing in that indefinable centre. Her fingers continued their caressing. Caresses changing to harder stroking to a firm pinch of her nipple and a rapid frigging of her clit. It was coming, it was nearer, it was building, higher, stronger more intense than she had brought herself to ever before. Her back arched, her heart pounded and she was over the top. Exquisite pleasure over took all awareness, there was nothing at all save the powerful delight and it was never going to end. Then slowly oh so slowly her back relaxed, her eyes opened, the only muscles that would work for now.

A loud groan escaped her lips. Words would not form in her mind. She lay there coming down from the peak of pleasure as little tingles still traced their way to her brain. A leg involuntarily twitched as the nerves reconnected with her consciousness.

 "Oh," she breathed," oh, that that was unbelievable."

 "How could I do that to myself? I'm glad I'm not catholic, I could never confess that as a sin," She smiled.

There was a knock at the door, it opened and she heard Jay say,

 "Hi, are you decent? How about a Pub supper tonight?"

 "Just a minute I'm in the tub. I was just getting out. It felt so good to just relax in the hot water. I'll be down in about ten minutes."

 "Don't be too long I have something lined up for your entertainment."



Chapter 4

 Again the daily routine of the B&B kept Jay busy enough to ignore the time over run. It was closer to forty-five minutes when she appeared. Jay immediately noticed she looked radiant. Her hair was shining, her skin seemed to glow and she carried herself with an air of self confidence that had been missing. She wore a light summer dress that fitted as if it were tailor made for her. Moderately loose in the skirt it swung as she walked but her slim hips where shown off to perfection by the formfitting waist. The top was shaped to make the observer wonder if she was braless as a little cleavage was revealed. Truly a dress intended to impress both women and men.

 "Wow, that was worth the wait." marveled Jay, "you look stunning."

 "Well I'm about to go to dinner with the best looking man in the house. I wanted to do something a little special."

  "Feed me Igor! For some reason I'm super hungry," she bubbled.

  "I think we should walk to the pub. It isn't far and we may not want to drive back. We may have a toast or two if things work as I suspect they might."

 Zoe was in such a good mood that from time to time she would do a little skip step as they walked.

 "You are in pretty happy mood tonight. How so?" Jay remarked.

 "Oh no special reason I just feel good." Zoe said evasively still inwardly glowing from her self pleasuring.

  "Here we are." Said Jay, "I prefer the small room at the back."

  "Lets have this table." He said, selecting one where one chair was concealed from the rest of the pub leaving the other with a full view. 

He pulled out the chair that was more concealed for her, seating her in the manner of an old fashioned butler. He arranged this so Robins would not see her when he arrived at the pub. Jay wanted to enjoy the meal without Zoe being concerned about meeting Robins face to face. 

 They ordered a bottle of wine with the meal. As Jay poured their second glass he looked up to see Robins had arrived. He was standing at the bar with a drink in hand chatting to another patron. Shortly a plate of snacks was placed on the bar for him.


Jay continued chatting with Zoe talking about her life at home, her job, her cat and other light topics. From time to time he would look up to see what Robins was up to. The snack plate was emptied and taken away as several glasses were filled for him. Eventually Robins signaled the barman for his tab.

 Jay said, "Come round this side of the table there's some thing you will want to see."

 Puzzled Zoe asked, "What is it?" as she moved round.

She watched fascinated as Robins bank card was rejected as were three credit cards. He scrambled to search his wallet for enough cash but failed. As this was happening Jay went to the bar himself. He spoke quietly to the barman and returned to the table.

 "What did you say to the barman?" asked Zoe.

 "I told him to let Robins sweat for fifteen minutes then tell him that the people in the dining room have covered it."

 "When he looks over to see who it is just smile and give him a little wave"

 "Oh Jay you are bad!" Zoe exclaimed in delight." But I don't think he has stewed enough yet to know where it's all coming from."

 "I think it would be better if he's left guessing for a while. Let's leave now."

 It was a warm evening as they walked back to Jay's house with a hint of moonlight allowing a view of the road. As they entered the shaded driveway where the light was dimmer Zoe said to Jay,

 "Would you do something for me?"

 "If I can."

 "Hold this please."

With that Zoe slipped her dress over her head and handed it the Jay. She was completely naked except for her shoes. She did a little dancing swirl in the dim moonlight, arms outstretched.

  "I feel so free. Thank you for introducing me to the air on my skin."

  "My pleasure." responded Jay with a grin.

Zoe grabbed Jay's hand and swinging their arms back and forth she said,

 "I want to walk for a while. I want to take in the feeling. I can't do this back home. The neighbours wouldn't appreciate it."

Jay carefully folded her dress so it was easy to carry. With the dress under his right arm he took Zoe's hand again with his left and the strolled along the driveway toward the house.

 Two of the bedroom windows were lit showing some of the guests were still up but Jay reasoned it was unlikely anyone would notice the naked woman on his arm.

 "Jay, would you mind if stayed out here alone for a while? I'd like to go sit on the garden bench and enjoy this lovely evening."

 "I'll miss the company of a beautiful naked woman so I have to go under protest but of course you can go sit on the bench. When you come in the house I'll have a robe waiting for you. There are other guests who may not be comfortable with nudity."

"I don't know how long I'll be out here, perhaps half an hour."

Zoe slowly walked along the path noticing how the dim light cast artistic shadows from the trees and bushes. The brightly coloured shrubs were now all shades of grey creating a different kind of beauty. In the grove of trees it was inky black, the pale moonlight unable to penetrate. Carefully she found the bench without stumbling into it.

She sat then turned so that she could hug her knees. This was her favourite thinking position.

 "What am I going to do with my life now?"

 "Christopher is gone from me for ever. All the lies and cheating for so long. I hate him. I never thought I would hate anyone but I do. Now I understand when they say love and hate are two sides of the same emotion. What do I do?"

 "This feels like such a safe place. It feels like Jay would protect me from the world. I could stay here and hide, never have to bother with all this crap any more. Would Jay have me, am I really sexy enough to interest him or is he just being kind. Christopher always said my tits are too small and wanted me to lose weight. I could get a boob job. Guys are always interested in big ones."

 She cupped a hand round a breast, lifting a little.

 "What would big ones feel like? Would they feel fake, would they look fake? Do I want big ones? I don't know. Do I even care any more? "

These and other similar thoughts chased around Zoe's mind as she sat there. 

"What about Jay? Why was he here just when I needed? What kind of hand is fate playing me? I think I was supposed to arrive in time to see that bastard with his wife like that. I was supposed to find this place without even trying. It has been just what I need right now."

"I wonder if Jay could love me. Christopher always said he did. He claimed he was showing it by wanting me to improve myself to be the best I could be. Do men always show love by being dominant? Is that what it takes for me to love?"

 She heard a noise, a door closing in the distance. There were foot steps on the gravel of the path.

   "Are you still back there Zoe? You have been here for three quarters of an hour. I've brought you a drink."

   "I'm still here. I've been thinking."    

Jay sat beside her, found her hand in the dark and pressed a glass into it.

  "This will warm you. You must be getting chilly by now"

  Zoe sipped, "Mmmm. This is your best scotch. It's more than a warm up drink."

  "I can't imagine a finer time to enjoy a good drink sitting nude in the moonlight on a warm summer's night. If you never do this again you will still have a wonderful memory befitting the best scotch." Jay pointed out. 

 "You are right of course." She said.

She reached out put her arm around him and gave him a hug.

 "Thank you for being here" she whispered.



Chapter 5

 "Come," said Jay," You need a refill"

 "Mmmm, more please. Of the beautiful Scottish nectar"

Once they were in Jay's lounge Zoe realized she was still without clothes. She was totally amazed at how quickly she had become at ease with nudity to point where she had briefly forgotten about it.

"I thought you were going to get me a robe."

"I was but the house is quiet and you look so good as you are is seemed impolite to insist that you cover up." He said with a joking courtesy.

 "It's too late now." she said," I'll just have to stay this way." 

"Tell me how you came to be running a B&B?" she asked.

"It's a long story so have another wee dram and I'll bore you to tears"

Zoe settled comfortably on the couch and held up her glass.

 "As you may have guessed this used to be a farm house, in fact this was a dairy farm. I ran it for about twenty years until it was more economic to sell the cows and grow crops."

 "Eventually it became harder and harder to make ends meet and the pressure from developers was getting greater I decided to sell off much of the land and do something else. I tried a couple of other businesses with mixed success when a friend from the US came to visit and suggested doing something with the house and voila, here we are."



"Jay, thank you for every thing you've done today. I think I'm going to bed."

Zoe said this in such a straight forward manner that Jay just knew she meant alone.

"Good night. Sleep well."

In her room Zoe stepped directly into the shower and as the water rained down on her she smiled a little.

 "Being naked it so efficient." She thought amused.

Sleep soon overcame her after she settled in the nice clean sheets.

 "Beth must have given me clean sheets." She guessed sleepily.

The following morning Jay was up as usual to serve his guests. Placing the meal before the couple from Nova Scotia he was asked,

"Jay, there's something we'd like to ask. Last night we just happened to see, through the bedroom window, you and your lady friend. She certainly is beautiful...all over." 

 The man paused" We were wondering if this evening we could arrange a supper in the grove. It is so beautiful and private back there. We realize that this is not a clothing option establishment but if you would permit us to we would really love to have a nude evening."   

 "I'm sorry if that disturbed you," said Jay.

 "No not at all, in truth it delighted us. We are nude at home most of the time and have been missing the freedom a bit."

 "As you know I'm not really equipped to do evening meals but if Chinese food is suitable I can arrange for a delivery."

 "That would be wonderful. For eight o'clock perhaps."  

 "I'll make it happen. I can arrange for some wine too if you wish."

 "A decent white wine would be wonderful."

Shortly after this conversation Zoe bounced in the dining room for breakfast.

 The Nova Scotian woman beckoned her over.

"Thank you." She said

Zoe looked a bit puzzled.

 "You are welcome but what for?"

 "Jay will tell you."

This was too much for Zoe. She had to know so she marched into the kitchen area.

"Right spill the beans," she demanded.

"And good morning to you, my dear," responded Jay.

"What beans will I be spilling?"

"Why did that woman thank me with such a big smile on her face?"

Jay explained the deal he had made with the couple.

 "They saw me last night and they weren't upset?

 "Delighted more like. It makes me wonder if I should make this place clothing optional, probably not, perhaps by special appointment for groups." 

  "Can I borrow your computer again? I want to see the progress of my plan."

 "Help your self. I have to clear up from breakfast."

 With that Zoe sat in front of the computer and proceeded to access the sites she needed to see the credit status of Robins. She was startled to see how fast Robin's financial life was falling apart. It occurred to her that she held power over him only if he knew what she was able to do. He would certainly remember the last day or two. A new plan came to her. She would reverse as much of what she had set up then confront him. 



 Resetting his credit card limits was simple enough for her as was reestablishing his credit line at the bank. The repossessed car was gone; he was already too far in arrears. It really had only been a matter of a few days that she had speeded that eventuality. Notes were to be sent stating that his credit standing had been reassessed and his limits had been raised.

  "Now," she thought," how am I going to confront him?"

Picking up her cell phone she dialed his home number since she knew he had already smashed his own phone.

 "Robin's residence." A female voice answered.

 "This is Amanda from the bank. Could I speak to Mr. Robins please? It's really quite urgent that I speak to him."

  "This is Christopher Robins."

  "This is not Amanda from the bank. You know who it is."

  "You really are shit. We were to be married huh. Going to invite your wife to the wedding?"

  "Yes Amanda, tell him I'll take care of that right away." 

 "Just what the fuck were you going to do on our wedding day? Just not show? I bet you would. Don't ever even attempt to be in touch with me or any of my friends. Do you understand?"

"I see and if I am unable to comply with the banks request what action will be taken?"

 "You will step in to a pile of financial shit that will make you long for days like yesterday. I did that to you. It's undone for now except for the car. You took me for a toy to be thrown away when you had finished. This toy fights back." With that she hung up.

"Thank you Amanda I'll be into the branch tomorrow." He said to the dead phone to cover up the call.  



Still in the computer chair in Jay's office Zoe sat thinking.

   "Revenge isn't as sweet as I thought and it's put me at risk with all the hacking. I'm tired of it feeding my anger. I just want to go home and get over it. Thank god I fly back tomorrow. I won't ever be back to this country."

   "Now when will I have to leave to be sure to be on the flight at seven o'clock? It's an hour to the airport from here and a two hour check in allowance. Four o'clock I have to be out of here so that means a three o'clock wake up. Oh dear, that's awfully early."



With her mind made up Zoe was more settled. Short term she knew what she was going to do. In the long term she didn't know but wasn't going to worry about that right now. There was one more item to take care of. She wanted to properly thank Jay for every thing he had done for her, for being there when she needed a friend. That would take some thought.