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The Bard

By: deathlynx



Lucid never had figured out why the women of this land traveled clad only in the barest of clothing. The lack of modesty didn't bother him in the slightest. He spent many hours sitting in market squares watching the women as they passed. Their strong legs and arms ran to smoother lines rather then muscle tone. Their silken skin covered just enough muscle and fat to mask unbreakable bones. These were warrior women, of that he had no doubt, perhaps that was the reason for the chain-mail outfits that, in more 'civilized' countries, would barely be considered undergarments. It had to be symbolic in nature for the outfits barely covered enough flesh to block a well aimed fencing strike.

Another of the scantily clad women walked past ignoring him as had all of the others. He openly stared at her retreating form. He was a foreigner, and hence a barbarian in their eyes, so incivility was expected. As he took full advantage of the state of affairs he felt his pants grow tight. The chain veritably disappeared between the supple cheeks where it connected to a similar weave of metal rope, coming around her hips on either side, by means of a thin silk ribbon. Upon contemplating the design he decided he agreed that he would rather have silk than steel riding high through that area. Her back maintained the seemingly delicate strength of her limbs. There was definition at her shoulder blades that could only be muscle but it was neatly wrapped in much more of that milky sweet skin. The line of her shoulders brought him inevitably to her strong, thin, neck clearly visible due to the exceedingly short hairstyle preferred in this land.

He gazed not simply in lust but in admiration of the ultimate breeding of feminine form. A cleared throat from the opposite direction startled him into flinching. Unsure of his reception he turned, knowing only that someone had likely taken exception to his indecent attention. Seated still, he gazed upon a perfect double 'V'. Spreading downward were the most perfect pair of legs the bard had ever had the pleasure of viewing. Without effort he dreamt of those legs entwined around him in a myriad of positions. Striking upward from the covetous juncture of her limbs was another of those maddening outfits. Where it disappeared it was less then an inch wide. It clung to her body halfway to her navel, widening to only a few inches where it suddenly branched to hug wide, strong, hips. He forced dreams of those hips from his mind as the voice above him again grunted.

He forced his eyes upward adding an extra thrust of will in order to continue past barely contained breasts lest the woman become truly agitated. There remained the barest possibility of redemption over two such slights but Lucid doubted his chances after a third. "About time!" Staring into her hard blue eyes he decided to stand lest the slightest dart of his eyes be taken, appropriately or nay, for a glance at her ample bounties.

"If I may make your acquaintance, I am the bard Lucid of..."

"I know who you are!" As precious lips frowned he thanked his decision to stand, his desire to watch her lips as she spoke would have easily been misconstrued as gawking from a less favorable angle. "What I wish to know is what you think you were doing?"

"I was simply admiring the beauty that nature has provided in your fair land." His honest, if flippant, answer earned him a further scowl and stern glare. "Honest milady, nowhere have I seen such an abundance of strikingly attractive women. The lack of so-called modesty is no mystery. Should Aphrodite apologize for her charms? Nay, she should announce them to the world with pride!" He was relieved her frown faltered and heartened by the confusion in her eyes. Testing a theory he pushed. "What I cannot comprehend is how the men of your villages manage to accomplish anything with such a bounty of distraction openly available to them!"

Her fierce visage broke with a blush. Her eyes averted. Lucid was surprised by the truth he had discovered. In this hard land it was prowess that mattered, the outfits would indeed prove symbolic of their status if only he could unravel their mysteries. Meanwhile the bard was in a region where beauty was appreciated but the men lacked the wits to comment. Likely the highest form of socially acceptable compliment regarded a woman's skill with a blade or a bow rather then relying on her vanity. A dangerous feature for a bard to understand. "Had I but realized I would cause offense I would have put out my eyes rather then betray, for beauty such as yours could do not but beckon them."

Her exposure left a very clear impression when she blushed from head to toe. Hands, once crossing her chest, shifted nervously to clasp behind her. Her eyes sought the ground and her head followed. She tried to stammer out a denial but stopped at the feel of his calloused fingers at her cheek. Her head drifted back up as soft blue eyes met his. "I speak only the truth as I see it. If other men find fault with my observations then fools I name them." Eyes locked until he was sure she accepted his honesty. "Now, by what might I call you?"

"I am Catryce." With her eyes lowered he felt confident enough to risk fresh glances at her body. What first he thought were barely contained now proved to be simply large breasts cleverly held and shaped to imitate the effect without fear of the consequences. Overall the design further accented the proof he had already contained. These women strived for notice and compliments never received.

"Thank you Catryce. As it happens I need a guide within your village." In truth the 'village' was larger then many of the 'great cities' from Lucid's homeland but these people maintained no other term for a permanent settlement, regardless of the size. I am in need of a family to lodge with while I study the legends of your people." Bards were equally accepted and decried alike everywhere in the world. They were accepted for their stories and legends, and for their knowledge of events across the globe. They were decried by the very same people as swindlers, thieves and seducers. Lucid was never the former two and seldom the later, but he expected the reputation none-the-less.

"I know of fair lodging. Come with me." Her fingers entwined with his as she began to pull him through the crowd. He was certain the gesture meant different in this land then his. He experienced an anticipatory thrill all the same. His flattery had been designed to test a hypothesis about the social and psychological interplay but he meant it none the less. He would certainly accept her guidance.

Almost blindly he entered the small hut she led him to. She sat him down on a pallet and moved over to awaken the small fire against one wall. Most of the huts sported a camp style fire in the center rather then the effort of building a place secure from the heat along a wall. It was a tradeoff of heating the room evenly or reducing the considerable smoke that built around a centralized fire. Lucid noted the absence of a third cot in the room. She would have her own and one left unused for guests, such as he. They were a people of nobility, always prepared to welcome a stranger in need.

She crouched, blowing on the dim embers while feeding them twigs. Staring at her smooth back and pillowy butt he was moved to stand behind her, watching her short hair bob as she stoked the fire. Light hands rested on her shoulders. Instinctively she spun into a defensive stance but he refused to flinch. Holding her eyes with his he whispered to her. "You really are the most beautiful being I have ever met."

He did flinch when her eyes flared with anger. Forward her hand flashed causing his shoulders to tense in anticipation of the slap. He gasped and held his breath as her hand found him. Her eyes grew as wide in surprise as his were in fear as she grabbed his manhood. Quickly she let go. Stepping back in shock and surprise she bumped against the wall. It took a moment for his addled mind to reconstruct the events when he suddenly understood what had occurred. She had finally taken offence to repeated lies and moved to prove his claims were false. Much to her surprise she discovered his organ very full of desire. For the first time in his life Lucid had no idea how to defuse the situation. In an effort to prove his affront by the only method possible she had committed an affront even greater through her error.

Eyes like a doe she inched forward. Nothing but sympathy poured from him, he could not find the words to explain his sincerity or forgiveness of her actions. She fell, hard, to her knees in front of him. He gasped as her hands closed carefully around him through the painfully restraining fabric. He realized how she was like to make amends only as she began removing his pants. Hands reached to stop her. He made her cheeks as her mouth closed around his tip in a light kiss. His knees nearly buckled from the simple glorious contact. Still, he managed to guide her face away from him. He crouched as he maneuvered her, putting them on equal standing and removing the temptation from them both.

The moment she managed to meet his eyes, horror, fear and embarrassment present in equal measures, he enfolded her with his arms. Holding her he felt her begin to calm, muscles relaxing, and breath steadying. He was glad they were crouching, for his knees pressed against her where his erection surely would otherwise have. In his haste to stop and comfort her he had neglected to secure his pants. He remained pointing, accusingly, at her between masking legs. One hand held her head to his shoulder as the other rubbed slow circles across her nearly bare back. He felt her tears as she wept quietly and his heart went out to her. She was far more terrified and confused then he had imagined. Likely she was also far younger then she appeared, possibly even just released to the freedoms of the world; to find a mate or make her name as she saw fit.

She had ceased crying a while before but he held her still. Too long had it been since he comforted a woman for no other sake then sympathy. Too many tasks set before him which required his nobility set aside. He clung to her, that part of her which was simple and honest. He lost himself to the connection of shared sympathy.

His breath caught. At some point, for comfort's sake, they had moved to a cot. He sat resting his back against the wall with his arms around her shoulders. She was half laying on her side, her head resting on his chest. From his vantage he could only see her short, dark blond hair and feel the warmth of her pressed against his body. Her unseen hands had found him, absently playing, but with purpose. His heart raced, pumping blood once more beneath her touch. Holding him carefully up with one hand she ran the palm of her other slowly across its underside. He shuddered as his breath burst forth in a gasp. With the weight of a feather her fingertips brushed the solid ridge defining his head. Blood flowed filling him half full.

He gripped her shoulder in instinctive response. The contact once again reminded him of the very outfit that sparked the initial confrontation and with the memory of her body, still half hidden by her shoulders, he sprung fully to life. Surprised by a reaction she had no way of knowing she caused, she rolled to lie on her other side. Her head lay across his knees. He could no longer look at her without seeing himself, clenched still in her hand. Her eyes sparkled with hunger as she gazed into his eyes while still enjoying the sight of her effects. She licked her lips, a subconscious gesture to be sure, and he pulsed more firm under her touch.

Sitting slightly she ripped his pants fully from him to fall to the floor. His eyes traveled slowly down her body as she rolled playfully further onto her back. Captivated by the sight of her in the enticing armor her felt, rather then saw, himself straining at the very limits of his flesh. He need not look to know he had never been larger. A slight, knowing, shift of her leg and there was a slight gap between the metal and flesh of that tender junction between her thighs. His loins raged as inferno and breath sped. It was maddening to know of the gap but see nothing but shadows. Clothing that looked fit to fall free at any moment kept its secrets still.

A soft peck. Her lips brushed against the bottom of his tender sack. His moan was cut short by the sudden impact of his head against the wall behind. His eyes closed. He couldn't breath, couldn't think. Only the vision of the taunting gap played endlessly in his mind. She sucked quickly before releasing him and moving over. White knuckles gripped the straw mattress. A single hand easily pushed his leg wide. Her tongue crept out to slowly trace the delicate skin where his inner thigh met his hips. Muscles trembled uncontrollably at her slow, deliberate, ministrations. He felt his tip brush against her neck as she lifted her head to move to the other leg. His body shook. He'd misjudged her age for all of the experience she demonstrated tormenting him.

Catryce's lips locked against the mirror to the sensitive flesh she had just tormented. He moaned as she sucked, drawing sensation and blood to the surface to dance just beneath her flicking tongue. He felt near to bursting and she had yet to do more then brush past his engorged member. He was losing himself to the warring sensations of pressure and molten lust. "Please!" Even Lucid didn't know whether he pleaded for her to stop or to finish him. Perhaps both at once. He only knew she could not torment him long in this fashion before his body ended it.

She laughed, a musical sound, terrifying in its playfulness. It was as if she were saying 'you're wrong, I can continue forever and never let you finish'. He felt a finger press firmly against the base of his organ, another at the junction between it and the loose skin beneath and a final one between his legs, just shy of his forbidden hole. He couldn't peer through his lust fogged mind to determine the exact locations, meaning or reasons.

Her mouth closed around his tip. As he knew it would he felt the inferno surge forward, racing to the tip. He screamed wordlessly. Somehow it froze a moment before exit, suspending him from climax. Her mouth began to descend and his scream grew in volume. She reached her fingers at his base and used her tongue to press his length against the roof of her mouth. She was milking forth every ounce while continuing to prevent even a single drop from spilling forth. His mind was awash with unfulfilled ecstasy! This was their truest secret and greatest treasure, a technique passed down and certainly practiced. Her mouth moved upward, lubricating him thoroughly with saliva.

Lucid's mounting screams were the only semblance of release allowed to him. Her hands remained firmly in place as her mouth moved faster and faster up and down his throbbing length. His mind broke from his body in frustrated epiphany. He floated in timelessness, aware only of her motion and the pressure and fire that had long since consumed his very soul.

She stopped but he couldn't find his way back. Her fingers restricted his climax in an iron grip. His body told him of a ghost of a breeze drifting across his chin to rest against his chest. She poured honey-mead for him, it's sweet cool flavor a balm coursing through his distressed body. He leaned forward to suckle from the pitcher, allowing it to flow down his parched throat.

A cold weight pressed against his chest, granting him traverse to his body.

She writhed atop him. Her screams almost rivaled his own as her hips pressed down against his face. His tongue and lips discovered every drop of nectar flowing freely from her. He felt her fingers waver slightly, before gaining surety, as she rode his delusion to greater and greater climax. Rather then disappointment over the revealed nature of his sustenance he redoubled his efforts in her glory. His lips locked tight against her skin as his tongue continued to flash. She poured herself straight into his mouth even as she collapsed in delirious fatigue. Only her fingers maintained any strength.

She fell to her side, escaping his delight. He looked down to view the thin 'V' that had covered her lust. Its weight had brought him back. Lying face down against his skin he noticed a small lump near the bottom end. Weak, he reached up to discover a pliable but solid substance placed carefully between the chain and a protective fabric that rests against the skin. He judged he knew where that lump would rest when the outfit was worn. The slightest shift of the hips and it would press insufferably against their blossom. He looked at her in wonder. These beautiful, dynamic warriors lived in a state of constant bliss.

She was crawling atop him once more. Carefully she moved her hands behind her without releasing their grip. She was screaming her ecstasy with mere contact. He felt her shudder and collapse as he began to drift back towards his euphoric heaven. As she fell against his chest her hands fell away. Adrenalin surged through his veins followed quickly by the molten presence of his need. His eyes flew wide as hips thrust forward of their own accord.

Virtually unconscious she screamed, her fingernails raking against his sides. A single thrust, burying himself to the hilt and beyond, was all he could manage before the pressure overwhelmed the vestige of her constant attention. Backs arched against the long pent strain. Hands found each other and fingers entwined as their bodies sought to become one completely. In harmony they screamed their joy as he, throbbing and pulsing wildly, exploded within her. Within moments that seemed an eternity of bliss they collapsed together asleep.

Lucid would forevermore sing the praises of these 'barbarians'. Of course no one was to know the truth of the women's skills and training. Through allusion and inference alone the message spread slowly. He found out later he was lucky. To keep the race strong the women wanted strong men. They trained and acclimated their bodies from the youngest age possible to the arts of pleasure. Any man unable to bring a woman forth upon initiation was killed. Many men feared to try. Many women feared the failure of their first chosen.

In that night Lucid discovered a Goddess of pleasure, and Catryne found her God.

The Bard & The Emperor



Disclaimer: Gabrielle, Julius Caesar, Xena, etc do not belong to me. They belong to Rob Tapert and Renaissance Pictures. I'm just borrowing them and I'll gladly return Gabrielle and Xena. Caesar's mine =). I'm also a bit rusty on my Roman history so please excuse me if I make up some things. By the way, The Ides of March never happened. 

Summary: Gabrielle is hired to protect a very familiar Roman Emperor. 

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The guard ran into Caesar's bedroom, panicked. 

"Caesar, there is someone here to see you." 

Caesar, sitting at his desk writing a scroll, looked up at the guard. "Who is it?"

"She did not say, sir." 

He frowned, curious. "She? Escort her in, guard." He rolled up the scroll and stood up, wondering who this guest was. 

Following the guard in, Gabrielle looked around. Her eyes met Caesar's and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. Despite Xena's hated of him, Gabrielle was fascinated and quite fond of the Roman Emperor. She found him very attractive and extremely powerful. Her eyes roamed up and down his body; her lips curling upwards in approval. 

Gesturing to the guard to leave, Caesar cleared his throat and grinned, amused. "Do you like what you see, Gabrielle?"

Her cheeks reddened slightly and she looked down at her boot-clad feet, regaining her composure. 

Caesar made his way over to her and gently tilted her chin up so that their faces would be inches apart. Whispering huskily, "What brings you to my home, Gabrielle?"

With their faces so close to each other, she could feel his warm breath on her mouth and she wanted desperately to lean in and share a passionate kiss with him. 

"I heard that you wanted to employ an assassin. I want the job."

He arched his brow and moved away from her, laughing softly. "You? My dear Gabrielle, I would have thought that Xena would have offered for this job, not you."

She sighed, getting defensive. "I have changed a lot since we last met, Caesar. Besides, Xena and I split up years ago and I am afraid I need the money."

Realizing that she was being serious, he began to circle around her, inspecting her. "How much do you need?"

She watched him inspect her. "50-60 dinars."

He nodded and stopped in front of her. "That seems fair to me. You will be watching over me, is that correct?"

Gabrielle nodded and smiled softly, excited that she got the job. "Yes, that is correct. Thank you for giving me this job, Caesar."

"I haven't hired you yet. I need to see how skilled you are. Come with me to the training arena," he ordered, walking out of the room. 

He showed her to the training room, picked up two swords and tossed one over to her. She caught it in mid air and swung it around a bit, liking the feel of it. 

He smiled and got into his fighting stance. "Are you ready?"

Gabrielle nodded and went into her stance, ready for the attack. 

Caesar swung the sword towards Gabrielle's stomach and she blocked it, shoving him away and proceeded to knock him down to the floor and pressed the blade against his throat. 

"Impressed?"

He laughed softly, vastly amused. "Yes. You are hired."

She smiled and tossed the sword to the side, helping him up.

"You will stay in my home for as long as I need you. Understood?"

Gabrielle nodded. "I understand."

"Good. I'm having a little get together with my soldiers and their families tonight. You shall be my date."

Her heart jumped into her throat and she nodded. "Thank you, Caesar."

"Call me Julius, Gabrielle," he said, walking over to her and gently stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. 

She gulped and started leaning into him, whispering softly. "Julius."

Their lips grazed each others when they were interrupted by a guard. 

"Caesar, one of the cooks needs to speak to you about tonight's dinner."

Caesar groaned softly and glared at his guard. "Tell the cook that I'm on my way and I want you to prepare a room for Gabrielle."

The guard nodded and went out of the room, waiting for Gabrielle.

Caesar looked at Gabrielle. "Excuse me, Gabrielle. We will continue this later." He walked out, leaving her aching for the touch of his mouth. 

She followed the guard out who showed her to the room that was next to Caesar's. 

Later that evening, the guard knocked on Gabrielle's door and laid out a beautiful dress onto the bed. 

"Who is this dress from?" she asked, running her fingers over the silky fabric. 

"The Emperor picked it out personally for you to wear this evening," the guard replied, leaving. 

She picked up the dress and pressed it against her body, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was made of silk and it was burgundy with a white gold belt that hung down to the floor. She smiled and began to dress.

Downstairs, the other guests were sipping wine out of gold goblets and discussing a variety of topics ranging from the weather to the newest public scandal to the latest plays shown at the theaters. Caesar was surrounded by a group of his closest friends, one of whom being his right hand man and trusted friend, Brutus. Brutus and Caesar had known each other since childhood and Caesar felt at ease with his friend around. 

Suddenly everyone quieted down and looked at the staircase, watching Gabrielle descend down the stairs; her lips curling in a smile of kindness. 

Caesar watched the crowd take her in and looked at her with awe also. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the dress that he had picked out for her. She looked like she belonged with them in his home. 

Their eyes met as Gabrielle made her way over to him as she slowly pushed through the crowds and they shared a smile. Caesar couldn't take his eyes off her and the effect that she had on him was truly dumbfounding. 

Reaching him, she received a goblet of wine from one of the servants that was making their way around the enormous room. Taking a sip, Gabrielle smiled and watched the other guests talk amongst themselves. 

Brutus noticed how his friend shot lustful gazes Gabrielle's way and grinned, shaking his head. Taking Gabrielle's hand, he kissed it softly and introduced himself. 

"My name is Brutus and it would give me great pleasure to dance with you."

She smiled and bowed gently at him. "If it's all right with Caesar." 

Caesar was about to object but Brutus cut in. "He can't have you all night. He won't mind." He took Gabrielle's goblet and handed it over to Caesar, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. 

Caesar grimaced as he watched Brutus and Gabrielle dance together. He would make sure that he and Gabrielle would be able to be alone together before the night was over. 

While the others were dancing or talking, one of the guests slipped away and removed a poisonous dart and a bow from inside his bag. He positioned himself far behind Caesar and started putting the arrow into the bow and pulling the string. The Emperor of Rome would be dead before midnight. 

As the song finished, Gabrielle moved away from Brutus and started walking back to Caesar. She noticed something odd that was hidden from the others behind Caesar and she recognized the shape of the arrow aiming at Caesar's head. Her heart jumped into her throat and she started running over to him. 

Caesar was glad the song had finally ended and he watched Gabrielle make her way over to him and started smiling in her direction when he noticed the panicked look on her face and frowned, looking for Brutus. 

The assassin watched Gabrielle rush over to Caesar and frowned, hoping she wouldn't foil his assassination plot for Caesar. After he had finished preparing the bow and arrow, he aimed it at Caesar, pulled the string back and fired at Caesar's stomach. 

Reaching Caesar, Gabrielle cried out his name and shoved him away from danger. The arrow entered Gabrielle's stomach and remained in there. She cried out loudly in pain and fell to the floor beside Caesar, clutching her aching stomach. 

The assassin muttered angrily and ran off, alerting the guards who went after him. 

"Gabrielle!," Caesar cried out and slowly turned her over, getting her blood on his royal blue tunic. 

Guests screamed and ran out, leaving Brutus, Caesar, and a wounded Gabrielle. Brutus stood by his friend and watched to see if Gabrielle would live. 

"Get the doctor, Brutus! Now!," Caesar ordered, scared for Gabrielle's life. 

Gabrielle groaned. "There was a man aiming an arrow at you. I couldn't let you die."

He groaned, realizing that she might die for him. "The guards will find him. You are not going to die. Brutus is getting the doctor and you'll be all right." 

She smiled painfully. "I hope you are right, Julius."

"I know I am, Gabrielle."

Brutus brought the doctor in and Caesar carefully picked up Gabrielle and took her to his room. 

The doctor had kicked Brutus and Caesar out of the room so he and the nurse could work on saving Gabrielle. Caesar paced back and forth while Brutus helped himself to the wine. very now and then, Caesar would look at his door, expecting Gabrielle or the doctor to walk out. But there was none of that for the past two hours and it drove him crazy. 

Finally the doctor walked out and he cleared his throat. "She lost a lot of blood but I was able to remove the arrow and sew it up. The bad news is that the arrow was lined with poison that went into her system. Fortunately, she is a very strong woman and she'll recover within a few weeks. You are very lucky to have her, Emperor. She is very strong and capable."

Caesar nodded. "Yes, she is that. May I see her?"

The doctor nodded. "I'll be back tomorrow to redress her wound."

"Thank you for your services. I greatly appreciate them."

The doctor nodded once more and exited. 

Caesar walked into his room, finding Gabrielle sleeping on the bed. 

The nurse was dampening a cloth in a bowl of cold water which would be pressed onto her forehead in an attempt to bring down her fever. 

Caesar intervened and dismissed the nurse, taking over the task of nursing Gabrielle for the night. After wringing out the cloth, he went over to where Gabrielle was laying on his bed and gently pressed the moist rag onto her forehead. She stirred in her sleep, trying to roll onto her stomach but Caesar gently pushed her onto her back. She started to struggle and ended up waking, looking up at him looming over her. 

"Hi," she whispered quietly.

"Hi," he replied, whispering. "You need to stay on your back, Gabrielle. I don't want your wound to open up," he ordered softly and thought to himself.

I'd never forgive myself if you died. 

She sighed tiredly and nodded, settling back down on her back and watching him watch her. 

He carefully moved back and dragged a chair over to the bed. "Do you remember what happened?"

Gabrielle nodded. "Someone tried to kill you and I saved your Roman ass," she said, smirking. 

Caesar smiled and laughed softly. "Yes, you saved my Roman ass. I am in your debt for that." 

She started to shrug but it hurt too much so she placed her hand on his. "I just did what I was paid to do, Julius."

He turned his hand around and gently grasped hers, stroking the top of her hand with his thumb. Her eyes watched his thumb turn her hand into putty. The calluses on his hands felt so nice on her war hardened skin and it was turning her mind into mush but she did not pull away. 

"Were the guards able to find the man that tried to kill you tonight?" 

Caesar nodded. "He is down in the cells now. I was going to find out who he was after I made sure that you would be all right." 

She smiled softly at the show of compassion from Caesar. "I'll be all right, Julius. You can go down now. I'm going to go back to sleep in a few minutes."

"Don't move, Gabrielle. Promise me?" 

Gabrielle nodded. "I promise, Julius. Go on now," she replied, pulling the blankets up further and turning her head from him, closing her eyes. 

He watched her settle in and excused himself. Walking out of the room, he found Brutus on the floor, sleeping off a drunken stupor. He smirked and shook his head, ordering one of the guards to put Brutus in one of the empty rooms and made his way down to the prison cells. 

The prisoner was chained to an iron ring that was hanging on the ceiling and he had been beaten severely by the guards before being thrown into the cell. He watched the guards laugh amongst themselves and a share a barrel of wine. 

Suddenly the guards quieted down and stood erect, greeting Caesar with a nod. Caesar made his way past the line of guards, looking over at the assassin. 

"Guard, have you found out his name?" 

One of the guards spoke up. "His name is Augustus Maximus and he lives in Athens." 

Caesar nodded and looked at Augustus. "Who hired you, Augustus?"

"My employer doesn't go by a name."

One of the guards snarled at August, making him feel uncomfortable. 

Augustus sighed. "I was hired by Pompey The Magnus."

Caesar frowned. "Pompey? But he is dead. Xena killed him."

"We spoke days before his death, Emperor. It has taken me five years to reach Rome."

Caesar nodded. "Was this your first attempt on my life?"

Augustus shook his head. "Five years ago tonight, you were to have died by the hands of your politicians. Everything was set except you were called away because Xena and her friend had been spotted."

"I remember that night. You do realize that I will have to kill you, Augustus. Two failed attempts on my life is rewarded with getting your head chopped off. You have two days to plead your innocence. I can be a fair man when I want to be."

"You were destined to die, Caesar. It isn't over yet. There are others that won't cry over your death," Augustus replied, smirking defiantly. 

Caesar shrugged. "I'm giving you a chance to stay alive, Augustus. Think before you speak," he said, leaving. 

Augustus snarled at Caesar's fading back and leaned back against his chains, trying to devise a plan.

Walking up the steps, Caesar was trying to understand why Pompey had wanted him dead. His guard interrupted his thoughts.

"Caesar, the nurse has just informed me that Gabrielle's fever has broken."

Caesar smiled softly and nodded, running up the rest of the steps and into the room, alarming the nurse. He gestured to her, dismissing her and went over to Gabrielle who was awake.

"Welcome back, Gabrielle," he said, grinning.

She smiled tiredly. "Hi, Julius. Did you find anything out from the prisoner?"

He nodded slowly, wanting to discuss other things. "His name is Augustus Maximus and he was hired by Pompey."

She frowned. "Pompey? He's been dead for a couple years, Julius."

"He said that he and Pompey had spoken days before his death."

She nodded slowly. "Will he be executed?"

"If the others do not find him innocent, then yes. He said that there are others out there that want me dead."

"You are the most powerful man in Rome, Julius. Anyone with half a brain would kill for the kind of power you hold in your hands."

Caesar smirked. "Thanks for the lovely sentiment, Gabrielle."

"You know what I mean. Did he give any names?"

He shook his head. "No, he did not. I just hope you'll be well enough to help."

"I should be. The doctor gave me a few weeks."

"This job is too dangerous for you, Gabrielle."

She sighed, remembering the fight she had with Xena before leaving for Rome. "I can handle it, Caesar."

"Like you handled it last night?"

Gabrielle groaned softly. "I saved your life!"

"At the cost of your own? My dear Gabrielle, if you thought this gallant act of heroism was going to win me over, you are trying too hard."

She gasped, getting upset. "Win you over? Is that what you think I was doing?"

Caesar shrugged and then nodded. "Yes. Your intentions were quite clear when you kissed me in the training arena."

"I kissed you? Your lips touched mine first, Caesar. And I did not say anything about my intentions. I came here wanting a job, not you."

He smirked, not believing her. "I saw how you looked at me, bard. You were attracted to me."

She shrugged. "Well I am not any longer, you Roman pig," she said, forcing herself up.

"Ha! So you admit it!"

Gabrielle groaned and grabbed a miniature bust of Caesar. "I was once, Emperor. I quit!," she announced, throwing the bust at Caesar. 

He ducked just in time to see it fly over his head and break against the wall, falling to the floor in a million pieces.

He glared at her. "What was that for?! And you can't quit because I need you."

"There are thousands of other assassins who are willing to work for less out there, Caesar."

He made his way over to her slowly like a zoo keeper with a scared animal. "I hired you because I know how skilled you are, Gabrielle," he said softly, reaching over to her and gently stroked her cheek.

Gabrielle and watched and felt Caesar caress her cheek and it felt so nice to be touched that she leaned into his hand, craving more.

He leaned in and pressed his mouth against hers in a tender kiss. Her hands came up to cup his face and her tongue sought entrance into his mouth.

Caesar groaned softly and opened his mouth as Gabrielle filled his mouth with her tongue. He placed his hands on the small of her back where her bikini top ended and her bottom met. Gabrielle ended the kiss, feeling weak in the knees and she leaned against Caesar, breathless. Caesar licked his lips and held the warrior bard close, amazed at how a kiss could start his blood on fire.

Once Gabrielle regained her breath, she reluctantly pulled away, looking up at Caesar. "I am sorry for ruining your statue, Julius."

"Do you promise you won't try to kill me any longer?," he asked, smirking.

She nodded and smiled. "I only kill the ones that want you dead."

He grinned and stroked her cheek with his palm, watching her lean into him and kiss his thumb.

"Help me undress, Gabrielle," he ordered softly, waiting for her reaction.

She smiled and walked behind him, slowly untying the royal blue cape. Removing the cape, she let it fall to the floor and she removed his gold corona*, setting it down on the table. Walking around so they were face to face, she started to remove the white tunic, feeling his eyes on her. She smiled softly in approval when his chest was revealed and he smiled in return. Letting the tunic fall to the floor, she started to remove his jewelry. At one point, she took his ring finger into her mouth and gently pulled the ring off with her teeth, eliciting a groan from Caesar's lips.

Once she was done, she ran her fingers through his hair, messing it up a bit. "Much better," she replied, grinning. 

"May I undress you, bard?"

She nodded and turned around, feeling him pull on the laces of her leather bikini top and slowly sliding the straps off her shoulders. As he pushed the straps off, he started kissing Gabrielle's shoulders and neck, causing her to shudder and moan softly. Grinning at the reaction, Caesar gently took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it softly as his hands caressed her breasts. She moaned his name and pressed her backside into him, craving more contact.

He groaned softly and slid down her back, pulling off her skirt and adding it to the pile; kissing behind her left knee. Sliding up, he spun Gabrielle around, picked her up and placed her on the bed.

Gabrielle sat up, smiling with excitement and licked her lips. Caesar watched her tongue and bent down to trace her lips with his tongue. She moaned softly and repeated the action on his lips.

Pulling away from her mouth, Caesar straddled her hips, pressing his hot erection against her stomach. He pressed his lips into her cleavage and slowly made his way to her right breast with his lips and tongue.

Gabrielle moaned and arched her upper torso towards him while her fingers slid into his hair. It had been so long since she had given herself to a man and now she knew that her waiting had finally ended.




The Bard & The Emperor



With his lips and tongue teasing her right breast, Caesar placed his hand on her left breast, stroking the nipple with his thumb. She cried out and ran her fingers along his muscular shoulder blades. He bit down on her right nipple softly and her body tightened up like a tight string on a guitar and she came gloriously, withering beneath him. 

Caesar watched her and grinning, holding her close; being her anchor out of the violent, orgasmic storm. 

"That sounded pretty amazing and we aren't even half done."

She smiled and kissed him, feeling a stronger ache form in between her legs.

Caesar saw the look of desire in Gabrielle's eyes and experimentally stroked her clit with his thumb, watching her eyes lose their focus and she cried out, wanting more. 

He moved down, spread out her legs and breathed on her wet heat, causing her to shudder and close her eyes. Caesar pressed his tongue against her clit while he slowly slid a finger into her opening. 

Gabrielle groaned, feeling his finger stroke her inner walls and his tongue teased her clit with no mercy for her nerves.

He watched her toss her head back and forth and moan his name. "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?"

"Yes, Julius," she replied, breathless.

"Do you want more?"

She nodded quickly, feeling her heart beat pick up even more at the thought of more pleasure.

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want, Julius," she replied, wishing he would not make her say it.

"I want to know how to pleasure you, Gabrielle. Tell or I'll stop."

She began to speak in a reluctant tone. "I... I want.. I want.. your tongue inside me."

Caesar grinned wickedly. "My pleasure, my dear."

He wrapped his arms around her hips, holding her in place as his tongue slid into her moist heat.

She gasped and dug her fingers into the bed sheets, tilting her head up to the ceiling. 

He watched her as his tongue worked magic on her womanhood. Suddenly, she began trying to buck her hips and started crying out loudly. He felt a gush of warmth fill his mouth and he swallowed and cleaned her off with his tongue. 

Gabrielle lay there panting. She could not believe that lovemaking could be so wonderful.

Sliding up, he kissed her deeply and pressed his dripping manhood against her entrance. She wrapped her arms around him and felt him press into her. 

"I'll be gentle, bard," he said, reassuring her that everything would be all right. 

His manhood slid into her and he stopped when three of his six inches were impaling her and waited for her to open up for him. Caesar kissed her cries and reached in between their joined bodies, stroking her clit and her groans of pain quickly changed into ones of pleasure. He gently slid the rest of his manhood in and started retreating back until the tip of him was still inside her and he gently thrust back in. His thrusts continued like that until they both reached their boiling points and his thrusts became harder and faster, bringing extreme pleasure to both. 

He spurted wetly into her and collapsed on top of her, exhausted. She wrapped her arms around him and together, still joined, they fell asleep.

THE END

Author's Notes: Corona is the gold crown with leaves on it from Ancient Roman costumes.  



The Bard and the Rogue



This is my first "smut" short story that I decide to publish! Thanks you for taking some of your time to read what I've written so far :)
Lots of love,
Jynx

*****

The bard was sitting quietly, with a pint of mead in his hands. His companion the barbarian, thought that it was pretty unusual for him to be so quiet. Hell, he even looked like he was sleeping! Who could sleep in a inn that was packed and noisy like this one?

-"He must of had too much to drink", thought the big man with the axe.

But, the bard wasn't tired. He was actually concentrating all his energy past the yelling, laughing and the music. Past all that was a shady cloaked figure, discussing quietly with the innkeeper.

The bard actually heard quite the coin rustle in that hooded figure's pouch, when he had passed by closely and ordered a new pint. And now, he was focusing on mixing THAT coin with his.

Just waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Soon after, the bard had opened his eyes and chugged back the rest of his pint, staring bluntly at the mysterious figure. At the corner of his eye, he saw the barbarian frown than slouch back when he realised there was no more mead in his flaming mug.

His charismatic companion slammed a fistful of silver coins on the table and smiled at him.

-"Here you go, Donnovan. I'm going to get us rooms for the night. Drink up, my friend!"

The barbarian grabbed the silver and headed directly towards the bar with a triumphant laugh, shoving already seated people to the ground.

His friend the bard also got up, giving his companion a firm friendly slap on the shoulder and proceeded towards the innkeeper. He walked slowly, watching the mysterious stranger's movements, until it slyly gave the innkeeper a nod and a full gold coin. The bard smiled and pretended to be very interested by the singing minstrel, while the stranger passed by him, and headed towards the upper level of the inn, where the rented rooms were situated.

Strangely, an alluring smell of cinnamon emanated from the hooded stranger, and the bard couldn't help but to breath it in deep. He stared at the lithe figure until it disappeared from view. Shit! If that nice smell came from a woman, he might be in for more that just a nice pouch full of gold.

Just the thought of it gave his whole body a nice tingle. It had been so long since he last had a woman, just thinking about it was making his body temperature rise. 

He took a couple of deep breaths to calm the fire in is loins, and climbed the stairs two by two with a grin.

The bard followed the cinnamon trail up to the last room of the corridor. He stopped when he noticed that the door wasn't close completely, a slight crack would make it possible for him to slide his fingers in and quietly open it.

He quickly ran his nervous fingers through his dark mane and slicked it back, practicing his charming speech over and over in his head, just in case. Then, he slowly push the door open, with just the tip of his fingers.

The door creaked open, and the bard stared into the darkness of the room. There was no movement, and the bed sheets seemed to still be flawlessy folded. If that smell of cinnamon wasn't creeping all over his now damp skin, he would have thought that he had mistakenly opened the wrong door. He carefully entered the room, closing the door behind him. His shoulders felt very heavy as he slowly started to search the room with his eyes. This room was warm, and very dark, and it seemed that the noises from the very crowed inn did not even reach it. It was eerily quiet.

-"Perfect for fucking..." thought the bard with a small lusty grin.

He looked around, lifting a pillow's corner, the bed sheets, even under the cheap single candle candlestick. Nothing. He then got down on one knee, and slid his hand across the floor under the bedding, but all he found was dust and spiderwebs.

He wiped his hand on his soft leather pants and got up, frowning.

And right there, he got face to face with a pair of glowing yellow eyes.

Staring at him, right on the bedding was a lithe creature, who's only features visible were a flinging furry tail and pointy ears.

He got up as fast as he could as the creature smiled with pointy teeth. But, his feet refused to budge and he fell backwards, hitting his head hard unto the floor.

His vision got fuzzy as his head started to pound, and as he slowly delved into the darkness he heard a very contempt giggle and saw that his feet were tightly tied with a rope.

He tried moving, but his body got sluggish, and he slowly lost consciousness, staring at those golden orbs that seemed to be smiling.

***

When the bard woke up, the first thing he noticed was how cold his back was. His bare skin was sticking to the stone of the room's wall. Then, when he tried to move, he noticed that his arms weren't responsive, and they were incredibly numb.

His head was still hurting, but his vision was slowly adjusting to semi-darkness. It seemed that someone had lit the only candlestick, and the room was basked in a yellow glow.

-"Yellow..!" he thought, "like those eyes...!"

He looked up, and saw that his arms were tied over his head, with a tight rope that was bitting into his soft flesh. He then looked down and had to blink a couple of times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

He was completely naked; he had been stripped of all in clothing. AND his gold!

He remembered falling over because of his tied ankles and tried to call for his barbarian companion, but all he could do was muffle a cry, through a thick piece of cloth, securely gagging him.

The panic started to settle in his being when a low purr made him lift his head.

On the bed lied an incredible sight.

A half-tiger lady was sprawled, naked, devouring him with her golden eyes. Her hand was slowly caressing her bare hip, and her tail was flinging around in anticipation.

She got up on all four and slowly crawled towards him, a low giggle mixed with a growl escaping her pink lips.

-"Well...she purred, what have we here..?"



The Bard and the Rogue Pt. 02



This is part 2 of The Bard and the Rogue! 

Thanks so much for your support everyone :)

Don't forget to leave nice comments bellow! Let me know what you think of the story so far. ;)

*****

The bard followed the cinnamon trail up the stairs, using his nose to help him navigate through the poorly lit hallway. The wooden planks of the flooring were creaking slightly under his muffled footsteps as his right hand was brushing against the cool stones of the walls, guiding him through the darkness.

He tried to avoid making as much noise as he could, tiptoeing through the long corridor. 

As the handsome man walked silently, the spicy smell grew bolder and he felt himself react to it, a vivid feeling rushing to fill his whole body.

He managed to follow the alluring smell up to the very last room of the corridor, without making much noise. 

Interestingly, that room's door was situated not on either side of the corridor, but at the complete end, in the biggest and nicest room you could rent, which was usually reserved for nobles travelling through the region. 

This also meant that the very nice smelling stranger had quite the coin, which made him grin excitedly. 

As he got closer, he glanced over his shoulder, scoping the area to make sure nobody followed or noticed him, then sneaked up to the finely crafted wooden door. 

The bard took a second to admire it, but suddenly froze as he noticed that the door wasn't completely closed. 

A slight crack made it possible for him to slide his fingers in and quietly open it without him having to fiddle with the lock.

It was almost too easy. As if the stranger was expecting him.

He quickly ran his nervous fingers through his thick dark mane and slicked it back, thinking over his plan.

His opted for prudence and charm, going over his usual charming speech mentally. 

That one was quite effective, and made most maiden swoon over him, and most men overlooked him easily. 

It was his best weapon. That, and, well, ALL of him.

When done with his quick mental rehearsal, the man slowly pushed the door open, with just the tip of his fingers.

As door creaked open a bit noisily, the bard stood tall at the entrance, staring into the darkness of the room, readying himself to face whatever threat. 

There was no movement, and even the sheets on the giant bed that stood right in the middle of the room seemed to still be flawlessly folded. If that smell of cinnamon wouldn't have been creeping all over his now damp skin, he would have thought that he had mistakenly went to the wrong door. 

He carefully entered the room, softly closing the nice door behind him. His shoulders felt very heavy as he quickly searched the room with his eyes. 

The area was unusually warm, and very dark, and it seemed that the noises coming from the very crowded inn did not even reach it. It was eerily quiet, but also incredibly well furnished.

-''Perfect for fucking...'' thought the bard with a small lusty grin as he touched the soft satin of the bedding sheets.

He looked around, lifting a very plushy pillow's corner, the red wine colored bed sheets, even under the very nice silver candle candlestick; nothing. He then got down on one knee, and slid his hand across the floor under the bedding, but all he found was the odd dust and cobwebs left.

He wiped his hand on his soft leather pants and frowned. He clearly had seen the stranger climb the stairs, moments ago, and there was no mistaking that thick spicy musk caressing his face was the one.

As he stood up, he froze in place, his eyes staring straight at a lithe form on the bedding that just had appeared before him. 

And right there, that's when he got face to face with a pair of glowing yellow eyes, patiently awaiting his gaze.

Staring at him, right on the bed was a creature staring bluntly at him, with a low, guttural growl. It's only visible features, in the darkness, were a flinging furry tail, pointy ears and those golden molten orbs, glowing fiercely.

He got up as fast as he could as the feline smiled with pointy teeth, but his feet refused to budge and he fell backwards, hitting his head hard unto the floor.

His vision got fuzzy and his head started to pound as he slowly tried to crawl away, fearing for his life. His head was very dizzy and he started delving into the darkness.

As he was clawing at the floors, the bard noticed that his ankles were very securely bounded with a tight rope. He heard a very contempt giggle as he was trying to move away, but the hit to his head made him more and more sluggish, and he felt like I was trying to pull a huge stone instead of his own body. 

As he was losing himself to the darkness, his body lying on the cold wood, his eyes met those glowing molten orbs once more. They watch him slowly fade away, seemingly smiling in appreciation.

The bard vision faded to black and he fainted, drifting into the silent void.



The Bard and the Rogue Pt. 03



 Thank you for your patience! This is where it gets a "little" hotter :) 

I hope you enjoy!

I'm currently editing part 4, so it should be ready very soon! 

As usual, please leave nice comments and feedback, as they very much appreciated!

*****

When the man woke up, he first took notice of how cold his back was. He was sweating profusely, and the sticky wall felt like ice on his bare back.

He slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the throbbing pain from his head. His vision was still blurry, and his mind foggy. He tried to wipe his sweating forehead, only to find that his arms were completely unresponsive and incredibly numb. He just couldn't feel his arms.

The bard then tried to shuffle around, but his ankles were still tightly bound together.

He sighed, trying to swallow the clawing fear in his stomach, and looked around, blinking profusely so that his eyes would slowly lose their blurred vision.

It seemed that he was still in that same room at the inn, and that someone had lit the only candlestick. The quiet room was now basked in a dim, warm, yellow glow.

-''Yellow..!'' he thought, ''like those eyes...!''

The panic was starting to settle in his being, and gave a quick tug on his bindings, only to have them bite into his soft flesh.

Looking down to his feet, he actually had to blink a couple of times to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. No, he wasn't hallucinating; someone had stripped him of everything...

All his clothes, including his underpants, his dagger and his lute were missing.

AND HIS GOLD.

That's when it hit him; he was tied up to a wall, completely naked and defenseless.

He remembered falling over because of his tied ankles and tried to call for his barbarian companion, but all he could do was muffle a cry, through a thick piece of cloth secured on his mouth, gagging him.

He pulled on his bindings harder, trying to cry out, until a low purr made him lift his head.

On the bed lied an incredible sight.

A half-tiger lady was sprawled, naked, devouring him with her golden eyes. Her hand was slowly caressing her bare hip, and her tail was flinging around in anticipation.

She lazily got up on all four and crawled towards him, a low giggle mixed with a growl escaping her glossy pink lips.

-''Well...she purred, what have we here..?''

The bard's tense muscles rippled under his skin as he saw the lithe feline figure approach him.

She had a much toned body, with tan skin stripped with darker markings. Her hair fell in her eyes in a short, red, unkempt bob. She had small, perky breasts, topped with creamy pink nipples, and very nice round buttocks.

She approached him slowly, smiling and toying with his head, until she was just a couple of inches away from him.

Looking up, she was at least a whole head smaller than him, and she looked and smelled damned right delicious. That damned cinnamon smell was almost choking him.

The bard was very conflicted: he wanted to slap her pink cheeks, scold her, take his stuff back and leave.

But, damn...He also was now also heavily craving that small frame panting on top of him.

He whimpered against his gag and shook his head as she approached. He couldn't help it and cried out when she suddenly crushed her jaunty breasts firmly onto his chest.

The girl's purring on his bare skin was resonating in his whole being, and the bard was praying for either her to undo his bindings or touch his burning body.

Her small tongue darted out and briefly laid a lick on his chest.

The bard flinched, which made her have an impish smile. She then rubbed herself on him, with her incredibly soft skin, while staring him dead in the eye, watching his every reaction, delighting in all his pleasurable twitches.

Her finger traced the outline of his strong jaw, leisurely descending towards his collar bone, where she planted a cocky little kiss.

She kept following the trail of her finger with her smooth lips, down his chest, flicking her warm velvety tongue on his nipples, while he was moaning in his gag, pulling on his binding, feeling the burn of the rope on his wrists.

She stopped for a mere moment, to contemplate his sweaty traits, twisted by desire and fury.

-''Are you, perhaps, mad at me..? She giggled with shinning eyes, while her tiny hand found its way to his lower belly.

The bard nearly choked on his gag when she firmly grabbed his swollen member, gently massaging it. He was trying to catch his breath, but she was intoxicating; touching him so furiously, and lustfully at the same time, while her intense spice smell was nearly drowning him.

-''You are quite handsome", she whispered warmly into his ear, nibbling softly on his earlobe.

Her hot hand was skillfully stroking him, and he had the feeling that he was melting away. He was feeling vertiginous and, for a second, he was very grateful to be tied up, less his wobbly legs give in to the pleasure.

She abruptly pushed him off of her with a devilish smile, and he surprised himself hating her for leaving his body alone and cold. The girl climbed back unto the bedding, and sat, staring at him.

He couldn't help himself, panting, as he followed her sly finger's movement as they caressed her own satin flesh.

She circled her nipples with a huffed breath that made her hair fall into her eyes, and then let her hand fall to her already wet cinnamon slit.

The bard swallowed hardly as he was almost overcome by his desire and almost came right now and then.

-''I'm going to enjoy torturing you, handsome'', she murmured with a flushed, malicious, smile.

As she whispered, her finger found her wetness and she moaned loudly.

The bard felt a heat wave travel his whole body, and he had to clench his jaw so hard, and pull strongly on his bindings, so that the pain he felt prevented him from fainting. He barely felt the blood, slow and warm, falling from his lacerated wrists, as he closed his eyes and shook his head in mercy.



The Bard Gets Naked



My husband, Jonathan and I are both working in the film industry. We live outside Hollywood, in South Africa to be precise, and it is only once in awhile that we can get some money to produce a feature film. Our specialty is the romantic comedy with a touch of Shakespeare, William, that is. I usually write the scripts and Jon directs it. But these days people want more sex in their romantic comedies and we, even Will, are only too happy to oblige. 

Our last effort was my personal favorite comedy "As You Like It" by William Shakespeare. You know, it's the story of two cousins, Rosalind and Celia, who escape the clutches of Celia's father to the forest of Arden. Rosalind has fallen in love with the young Orlando. They meet again in the forest and eventually get married. To hide her true identity Rosalind disguises herself as a young man, Ganymede. Suggestions of homosexuality abound in this play and I've changed it so that Rosalind and Celia are already lesbian lovers when they arrive in Arden. There they both fall in love with Orlando and he with them – a nice threesome. Does Orlando love Rosalind as Ganymede, the man – a gay relationship – or as Rosalind the woman - and what about Celia? To others Celia is in love with two men. What about Rosalind and Celia, are they also bisexual? 

We spent a few months setting up the finances, the actors and the location. The budget allowed only for a digital betacam, so it will go straight to video. I set the story in Cape Town and surrounding beaches, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. We also got a special deal. There was to be lots of nudity, lesbian sex scenes and of course the ménage a trios. We completed the city scenes outside "Arden" first and when we arrived on location at Sandy Bay, a nudist beach, Jon insisted we start the shoot with the threesome. He wanted us to get acquainted as three lovers before we do the other scenes.

Ann, whom was to play Celia, was a raven hair beauty, with full breasts, thin waste and the most dazzling white smile. She was 5' 3" to my six feet; my short flaming red hair and sexy long legs contrasted well with her physique. It was easy for me to play a horny woman dressed as a man. Since my red pubic hair first appeared I hated it and had it permanently removed. I like the smoothness of my clean pussy mound that allows unrestricted access for any lover. 

The scene was setup on the beautiful white beach sand. Ann as Celia and I as Rosalind were tanning naked, discussing Orlando. The camera was on tracks to dolly with Orlando (Jon), clad in his swimming briefs, coming down the beach towards us. 

Seeing Ann close next to me really turned me on. I couldn't help taking a peak at her full breasts, her dark nipples and the small triangle of hair pointing down to her swollen pussy. Her clitoris was protruding from between her legs and when she moved I could see her glistening sex lips. 

Ann was also turned on by the whole process! It was then that I decided to make the most of the opportunity. When Jon shouted action we were supposed to wait till the camera picked us up before we acknowledged his presence. Jon was still a couple of steps away, when I leaned over Ann/Celia and caressed her breast with my hand. I planted my mouth softly on her full lips and slipped my hand over her flat stomach. When she pushed her tongue between my lips, I took it as permission to go ahead. Her pussy lips were slippery and when I touched her clit I heard a soft moan escape from her mouth. 

I wiggled my finger around Ann's clitoris and then inserted two fingers into her cunt. When Jon saw our sexual activity he was furious. 

"Cut," he shouted. "Melinda, this is not a goddamn porn video." I ignored him and carried on kissing and caressing Ann's beautiful body. Jon had to drag me off Ann to redo the shot. I licked Ann's pussy nectar from my fingers and gave her a wicked smile. 

"Action!" Jon called again and this time I waited till he sat down, facing away from us, before I turned to Ann. I skipped the formalities and finger-fucked her on camera while Jon carried on with his dialogue. My pussy juices started to drip between my legs and I desperately wanted to be fucked. 

The crew also got hot, especially the boom-swinger, who had the best view of all. I could see his bulging erection and his precum forming a wet patch on his trunks. Just then Jon stopped talking and turned to us.

"This is useless," he said, giving up all hope to stop me. He should've known I would be turned on like this and maybe that is why moved in behind me, grabbing my tits and squeezing them. I could feel his erection through his swimming briefs pressing against my naked bottom. I swung Ann's legs open and knelt before her beautiful pussy. I spread her dark pink lips open and licked her valley of pleasure, twirled my tongue around the entrance of her treasure cave and proceeded to suck on her clit. Jon had positioned himself behind me and filled my slippery sex with his seven-inch cock. With every thrust he hit my g-spot and I could feel my orgasm building up. 

Ann grabbed my head and rubbed it against her clit as if my face was a bicycle saddle. I continued licking and fucking her cunt with my tongue. With my two fingers pumping inside her cunt I matched Jon's every thrust in my pussy. I wondered what the crew was doing and when I looked up, I saw Steve, the cameraman, pointing his camera at Ann's wet pussy with my face still stuck to it. With the digital betacam tapes recording for 60-minutes, this will be very interesting footage.

As any good actor would do, I brought my hand from Ann's pussy, licked it clean and then moved my hand over her leg, down my body to where Jon was fucking me from behind. Steve got the signal early enough and panned the camera to end on Jon fucking my cunt.

But Ann wasn't going to let go of the pleasure I was giving her. She pushed her pelvis at my face, while she rubbed her hand over her clit. I had a better idea. I pushed Jon away from me, turned around to suck his shiny cock. I tasted myself on his manhood and pulled him towards Ann. He got the idea and went down on her. I guided his cock into her waiting pussy. What a turn-on. My husband was fucking another woman while the camera kept rolling with a crew of ten looking on. 

Ann flipped Jon on his back and rode him to heaven. I sat on his mouth, facing Ann. We caressed each other while Jon fucked us with his cock and tongue. The pleasure became too intense and the three of us reached our orgasms almost at the same time. Ann kept her presence of mind and got off Jon in time to get the "money-shot". Jon released his come over our faces. We started to lick each other clean when we heard a spontaneous applause from the crew.

The rest of the filming and fucking went without a hitch. The financial backers saw the footage and agreed to turn "As You Like It" into a South African porn movie.



The Bare Bears



Are you sure this is alright with you? Sue asked her new husband. "Still have a chance to back out. We can go to a regular camp ground."

Sue and Walt James had stopped their rented motor home just before the gates to "The Bare Bears" a nudist resort off in the woods of upper New York state.

A week at the resort had been one of the many gifts they received at their reception. After being the butt of tons of ribald jokes, bets were made about them being brave enough to go and spend the week running around naked in the woods. The deciding item was that the brave couple would receive $1000.00. They only had to bring back proof with enough nude pictures to show they had been there and went naked interacting with other naked people.

"Get your camera ready! Here we go!" Laughed Walt. "Show them your tits hun." 

Entering the grounds after giving their names and being buzzed in they were met by a couple standing in front of the office bldg, dressed in only bright smiles. Later he learned they were Nancy and Jim, managers of the resort. Stopping next to them Walt saw them to be about fifty or so, Nancy wore her grey hair shoulder length, 5'5" tall, medium body with slightly drooping breasts. Jim, taller by several inches, partly bald and what was left gray. Both very tanned. 

They both knew that they would see naked people but were surprised to see their hosts so totally exposed. and so calm about it. Walt suddenly realized that he had a hard on. His cock had reacted automatically to the sight of a naked woman. He turned to one side hiding it from Sue. He needn't bothered, she was busy staring at Jim's six inch cock. She had seen very few cocks, and eagerly wondered how many more she would see before the week was over. 

Nancy invited Sue into the office while Jim directed Walt to a site to set up and came over to help get the camper settled.

Nancy and Jim gave Sue and Walt the same talk and advice they used for newbes.

"I know this is your first time at a nude camp ground. The rules are simple. Total nudity required in the pool, hot tub and main area. Optional in dining area and on the trails. No sexual activity in the open, if you must fuck, use your camper. The only exception is dance night. I'll explain that later. Carry a towel to set on and to hide any embarrassing moments if necessary. On this your first day you may wear shorts if desired. Have fun and enjoy your stay here. Remember we all had a first time to be naked. This is yours. Make the best of it."

"Which way do we go? Sue asked Walt. "Naked or shorts?" Monuments later they were approaching the pool and hot tub area. Walt wearing shorts while Sue proudly displayed her lovely body, totally naked in public for the first time. 5'6", 34C breasts, light brown shoulder length hair, high firm ass, pussy lips hidden by a medium growth of fine hair. She had given Walt her cherry just last month, but hadn't been seen naked by any other man, or ever seen a naked man. She was eagerly looking forward to seeing some

As they neared the public area they saw some thirty people, all sizes and shapes. To Walt he was in tit heaven. Sue was totally enthralled by the sight of so many naked cocks. Both noticed that most of the women and a lot of men had no body hair, bald pussies and bare cocks in full view. Walt took lots of pictures. Sue almost moved her hands to cover her tits, then realized how silly it was, they were naked too. Nancy made introductions to two couples. "Hi kids. Meet Ruth, her fella, Bob. Mary and Jack. They also were newbes at one time, now totally with the nudist program. As they gave and got hugs all around Sue dropped her eyes to the dangling bare cocks of these two nice looking guys. Soft they hung about five inches, she wondered what they would look like hard. 

Bob spoke up. "You can drop the shorts Walt. The girls won't bite, they might just nibble a little bit if you give them a chance ." Everyone laughed. 

"Come on Sue, you know why!" Walt whispered to his wife's ear.

"If you have a woodie we understand and if I caused it I'm flattered." Said Ruth. "It happens to most men here. Just look at what your wife is doing to these two guys."

Glancing to their groins Walt noticed Ruth was holding both men by their, now, very stiff cocks.

Sue gasped at the sight and murmured. "Oh my-yy." Blushing brightly as she gazed at the two hard, seven inch cocks aimed toward her. "Their nice, so-o-o nice and big-g." 

"Sue, change places with Ruth for a pix. Walt said."Now that's a picture that can prove we came here, and interacted naked with others. You fellas wouldn't mind, would you?" 

"Our pleasure." Jack happily said as they moved next to Sue. Each taking a hand and placing it on their rigid pricks. Sue's hands automatically wrapped around these huge cocks. They felt so nice to her, so firm. Her pussy juices began to flow. Since losing her virginity last month she had become almost a sex maniac, Walt had trouble keeping her satisfied. She started moving her hands on the hard cocks in her hands, slowly jacking them off. She wanted some sex, no matter who with. 

Walt, surprised at her actions watched as his wife masturbated Bob and Jack. He continued taking pictures of her lewd actions. 

"I can tell she likes them. Get a picture of her kissing them." Ruth told Walt.

"Ok, Sue kiss them."

Sue bent down and kissed the head of both stiff cocks.

"Not their cocks, I meant the guys." Walt yelled, but still took several shots of her lips on their hard pricks. Sue turned to Jack still holding tight to his cock and kissed him on the lips while Bob pressed his stiff cock to the crack of her fine ass,

"OK kids. You know the rules. No sex outside. If your going to fuck go indoors." Nancy admonished them as she strolled away, calling back to them. "Have a good time." "Alright. We will." Bob said as he and Jack took Sue's arms leading her to a near by camper. Ruth and Mary also led Walt away but to a different camper. 

Sue eagerly entered the cabin with the two men. 

"But-t-t they went in there. Shouldn't we go there too?" Walt hesitated before entering with the girls. 

"Don't worry, she'll be fine." Ruth told him. "The guys will take good care of her while we see to your needs."

"But-t."

"Shush-h." Mary whispered, kissing his lips while Ruth pulled down his shorts freeing his stiff prick from its confinement. "That's what we've been looking for, a nice hard cock." Ruth exclaimed as she closed her lips over the head of Walt's prick.

Pushing him back to the floor Mary sat on Walt's face, lowering her pussy to his mouth. "Eat me lover, I love to have my cunt eaten." 

Still concerned with the fate of his wife with the two studs Walt knew that there wasn't much he could do at the moment. They would sort things out later. Meanwhile.

As his tongue worked further into Mary's hot dripping pussy he felt the heat as Ruth lowered her hot body down over his stiff prick. When her pussy enveloped his stiff cock in its wet embrace Walt sighed. He had always wondered about a group sex party, now he knew just how wonderful it could be. Ruth was fucking him with all her energy. Riding his throbbing cock, which had been stiff for some time and needed relief her eager cunt squeezing the shaft coaxing his seed to shoot into her. Feeling his balls tighten he spewed forth gobs of milky cum to her waiting womb.

Sue was in a sexual frenzy as the two horny studs led her into the camper. She realized the results of her going with these two well hung men, she went willingly. She knew what she wanted. SEX, lots of glorious sex. Figuring that Walt was being serviced very well by Mary and Ruth next door she decided to let go and enjoy what ever Bob and Jack had to give her. They had between them a lot to give, fourteen inches of lovely cock, just for her pleasure. She laid back on the bed, spreading her legs and said huskily. "Please!" The two eager men began making love to her willing body. 

As one man began kissing her lips the other started sucking her toes. Both used mouths and tongues to explore her exposed flesh. Sue didn't know which was where and cared less. Kisses rained over her face and neck. Hands lightly caressed her body. Not neglecting any part of her. Two, three, four, more, who could count. While one nipple was being tweaked the other was being sucked on. Fingers gently parted the sparse hair over her mound and spread her pussy lips and a mouth covered her sopping wet vagina. Her ass rose to greet the invasion of the eager tongue. Wrapping her legs over the wide shoulders she urged her pussy eater on.

Ruth and Mary switched positions. Mary moved down and licked Ruths and Walts mixed juices from the still firm prick then set her ready pussy down over it, getting her share of his cock. Ruth straddled Walts head. Lowering her cunt, dripping with fresh cum, over his mouth. Having no choice he began licking the juices, his fresh cum and hers combined. Much to Walts surprise he liked the taste. Suddenly he could feel the urge to cum again. Thrusting hard he shot a medium load deep into Mary just as she shuddered in her own climax. 

Disengaging himself from the girls Walt started to the door."Got to check on Sue! See if she's alright."

"Better take your camera. You'll definitely want pix of what you find." Mary told him. 

Totally shocked at the sight as he entered the cabin. Sue. His wife of just yesterday was on her knees on the messed bed. Her mouth sucking eagerly on Jacks seven inch cock while bob was fucking her doggie style, plowing deep in her pussy from the rear. 

Mary, who had followed him, whispered. "Take that picture. Go ahead take it. You'll both want to remember your first threesome and orgy" Walt and Sue took lots of picturers of all six that afternoon in as many different combinations possible

Some time later Nancy stopped by their camper. 'Hi kids. Having a good time yet? Meet any more couples?

Sue laughed at her remark. "That four kept us so busy we haven't had time to mix more." She then asked. " Any more like them here?" 

To Be Continued.



The Bare Cave



Jim worked in a small insurance office with five co-workers. Alan was the owner of the business. He was an outgoing man of 62 but looked a few years older thanks to an alcohol addiction. Jim's other four co-workers were all women. Gertrude was a 60 year old human textbook on insurance. She was the classic overweight grandmother but knew her job better than anyone else. Diane was a tall plain preacher's wife who despite working there ten years still acted as though she was a new employee being trained. Liz was the party girl. She was 30 years old, 5'2" 120lbs, blonde hair, 36D breasts, and a new boyfriend every month. She was good at her job but liked to party every weekend. She flirted with Jim and Alan around the office and with Gert and Diane's husband but had her own personal rule to never get involved with anyone she worked with. Julie was youngest member of the group. She was 28 years old, 5'5", 140lbs, brown hair, nice tan, barely wore any make-up, 36B breasts, and as far as anyone in the office could tell she never had a boyfriend. Julie was cute but not the type to draw a second look from a guy. A few of the staff wondered if in fact she was a lesbian but never had the courage to ask her. Julie worked part time which meant three days a week. She was shy until she felt comfortable you and she had a very distinct giggle. She loved to take long weekend trips to beach.

Jim was 32yrs old, divorced, 5'9", 175lbs, brown hair, average body, and a cock that was almost as thick as it was long. It was Friday afternoon and Jim started his week's vacation after work. Julie had already left on one of her long weekends to the beach. Jim thought that maybe Julie had the right idea.

"So are you going anywhere on vacation this year Jim?" Liz asked.

"I was planning on visiting my brother but I think I may stop off at the beach on the way for a few days." Jim answered.

"That sounds like fun." Diane remarked.

"Maybe you will see Julie when you are there." Gert added.

"Maybe but I doubt it. There are several beaches in that area and who knows which one she chose this time. Besides I just plan on staying there two days and then on to Jason's house." Jim said.

"I don't know how you young kids can just go to the beach by yourself like that. Julie does it all the time and I know she says she meets some friends there, she never mentions their names, and besides her mom and sister she never gets any calls. How can she afford to go five or six times a year too?" Gert asked.

"I don't know how she affords it. I am just going for a day or two of relaxation unless of course some hot beach bunny in a skimpy bikini wants to keep me company." Jim joked.

"You're going to the beach Jim, not fantasyland." Liz laughed.

Finally five o'clock came and Jim began a week off. He had already packed and decided to stop by the apartment get his things and drive straight toward the beach. He made reservations at a small hotel near the beach. Jim drove all evening and arrived after midnight. He checked in and got a room on the third floor, Room 319. As he was walking down the hallway toward his room he could hear voices coming from room 321. It sounded like a party. Jim opened his door and went into his room. He could almost make out what the voices in the next room were saying. He remembered that some people used a glass to listen through walls. He decided to try. He heard the first voice 

"Suck my cock, that's it take it all the way!" The first man's voice said.

"She sure has a tight ass, I think I might cum again." The second man's voice said.

Jim couldn't believe it! There was an orgy in the next room. He continued to listen. H could not hear what the female voice was saying but he could definitely tell she was enjoying her evening. 

"I'm cumming, that's it, swallow it all. I will say this for you, you really know how to suck cock." The first man's voice said.

"I am going to cum too!" The second man said. Jim heard the female voice say something in a voice too quiet to understand and then heard some movement.

"Open up and let me cum all over that pretty face of yours." The second man said.

"Well that was the best two hours I have had in a long time sweetheart, you were worth every penny. We will definitely be at the Bare Cave tomorrow night to help you out." The first man said.

"Yes, we will do what we can to make sure you win." The second man said.

Jim heard the female say something, he guessed it was thank you but she talked in a hushed voice. He heard her door open and the men leave. He rushed to the peep hole in his door and saw a young man and a middle aged man exit the hallway. Jim realized he had a prostitute staying in the next room, and he also realized that he was going to have to find this Bare Cave tomorrow.

Jim got ready for bed but couldn't get to sleep until he jerked off while thinking about the escapades next door. The next day Jim spent the morning on the beach, soaking up the sun and watching the few beautiful girls he could find on the sand. It never ceased to amaze him how in movies beaches are full of gorgeous women in skimpy bikini's but in real life most of the women are older, overweight, average, too skinny, and wearing bathing suits that cover up too much. Yes there were a few babes but most of the women were normal looking. Jim headed back to the hotel before noon. As he was walking down the hall way he noticed the door opening to room 321. A young red head in her twenties stepped out. She was slim and cute. She smiled at him as she passed. This was the woman who was getting it at both ends last night. Jim had to find this Bare Cave. Jim went inside and showered and changed. He looked in the phone book but could not find any listing for Bare Cave. A marvelous thought entered his head, taxi drivers. Taxi drivers knew the city better than anyone. Jim went downstairs walked out to the curb and flagged down a taxi. 

"Where would you like to go?" The driver asked.

"Do you know a place called the Bare Cave?" Jim asked.

"Sure, but it don't open until 7 o'clock." The driver said.

"That is okay; I am supposed to meet a friend near there." Jim lied.

The cab took off and drove about a mile, turned a few times and pulled up in front of this small run down nightclub. The canvas awning said "Bare Cave". Jim paid the driver and looked around. There was a small restaurant across the street and Jim decided to grab some lunch and find out about the Bare Cave. Jim entered the restaurant and took a corner booth. The waitress came by and took his order. A couple in the booth across from him finished and left, there was nobody near him now. The bus boy came to clean the table. Jim got his attention.

"Hey, could you answer a question for me?" Jim asked.

"Sure." The busboy answered.

"What is that place across the street, the Bare Cave?" He asked.

"That used to be a night club but now they just rent it for private parties if you know what I mean" The busboy said.

"Explain to me what you mean." Jim encouraged.

The busboy looked around to see who might be listening. "They have some...adult parties there and if you have enough money for admission you get in and enjoy some adult fun." The busboy explained.

"How much is admission?" Jim eagerly asked.

"Depends, but it is usually never more than $75." The busboy asked.

"Thanks." Jim said as he slid $10 to the busboy.

"My pleasure." The busboy answered.

Jim finished his lunch which was surprisingly very good and caught a cab back to the hotel. Jim spent the afternoon sight seeing and had a nice supper at 6 o'clock, and went back to his room for a short nap. Jim awoke a little while later, showered, dressed in some casual clothes and went to the curb outside to catch a cab to the Bare Cave. Jim arrived at the Bare Cave and saw someone walk in the front door before him. He decided to follow and take his chances. He got through the first door he found himself in a small entry way. There was a large, muscular, rough looking man collecting money. The man ahead of Jim asked how much and the large man answered "75 bucks."

Jim paid his $75 and entered. There must have been around eighty guys in there drinking from kegs and no women yet. Jim waited and after about 45 minutes a man got on the microphone and announced it was party time. About a dozen women entered from different areas of the club. Jim immediately recognized the red head from the hotel as she entered closest to him. The women made their way to mattresses at different locations in the club. The announcer spoke:

"Everybody enjoy themselves and at midnight we will vote on our favorite lady. The winner receives a nice prize and you gentlemen get to help her earn it."

Jim drifted toward the red head's area. Men were still paying to get in and there had to be over a hundred guys here now. The red head was now nude and on her knees trying to suck two guys at once. She would lick a cock then deep throat it, then another and deep throat it. A tall balding man kneeled behind her and shoved his cock deep in her. She met his thrust with thrusts of her own while one of the guys she was sucking erupted all over her face. The man behind her pulled out of her, pinched the head of his cock until he was beside her and then less loose an explosion of cum that hit her back and ran down her side until it dripped off her nipple.

Jim began to make his way around the room. There was a blonde by the emergency exit with huge tits. Her pussy was shaved and she was riding one cock while sucking another and jerking off two others, one in each hand. Her face and tits glistened with cum. Jim noticed a larger crowd over by the payphone. This group was younger than the others and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jim stepped forward and noticed a girl with her back to him. One guy had is cock buried in her pussy while another had one buried in her ass. She was sucking another guy and had him deep in her throat. She had brown hair, small but great shaped tits, and a nice ass. The guy in front of her began breathing heavy and thrusting deep into her throat, he then pulled out a long cock, must have been nine or ten inches and exploded on the girls face. Her face was so covered with cum that it looked as though she dipped her face in a box of glazed doughnuts. Then she giggled, a very distinct giggle, a giggle I had heard before many times. This cum queen was Julie! Jim watched as the guys in her ass and pussy pulled out and squirted their loads on her hair. He was in shock when a guy next to him asked: "Do you want to go next?"

Jim's cock was now rock hard as he said "You bet I do!"

He undressed as quickly as he could and lined up behind Julie. She was sucking some young black guy now. Jim pushed his rock hard cock into her well used pussy. She did some little trick that Jim had never felt before as her pussy seemed to grab his cock repeatedly and pull him in. It felt wonderful, no wonder she was so popular. He was fucking her when a guy tapped him on the shoulder so he would move slightly and the new guy maneuvered under her so that his cock was pointing toward her pussy. Jim slipped out of her pussy and into her surprisingly tight ass. He started shoving it in slow and then buried it. She removed her mouth from the cock in front of her and said

"Oh that feels so good in my ass, don't stop."

Yep that was Julie's voice alright and Jim was not going to disappoint her. He stopped only once to let the guy beneath Julie enter her pussy. Jim could feel the other guy's cock moving in Julie's pussy. Jim began to pump in rhythm with the other guy each burying their cocks in deep. 

"She is getting long donged now!" One of the spectators said.

The black guy she was sucking emptied his load right in Julie's eyes. She did not even flinch, she started panting.

"I am going to cum, please don't stop, I am cumming! Fuck my cunt, and thank you for fucking my ass. Don't stop! Oh my GOD!!!" Julie screamed and then her voice went silent as she was experiencing pure ecstasy. 

Jim could feel Julie tighten up around his cock and the other. Jim could not last any more. He pulled out of Julie's ass which made a loud pop and moved around to Julies face. Her eyes were sealed shut with cum. He brushed his cock on her lips she opened and took him in just as he blew his load. Jim could feel wave after wave of hot cum pour from his cock into Julie's awaiting mouth. Finally he was done. She opened her mouth and he and several other guys could see it full of cum.

"Man, you put a huge load in her mouth." An older guy remarked.

Julie played with it and then swallowed it all. 

"That was the sweetest cum yet, I wish I could see you, I wouldn't mind having more of you!" Julie said as she giggled. 

Jim watched as Julie took multiple cocks in every hole. She never did compliment anyone like she did him. At midnight a bell rang and the girls made it to the front. The announcer held his hand over each girls head and the men chose the winner by their applause. Julie won by a landslide. The men enjoyed her because she enjoyed them right back. 

Jim left that night without telling Julie he was there. The next week when he got back to work everybody asked how his vacation went and he told them great. Later that Monday when he and Julie were alone for a few minutes, Julie asked which beach he went to and he told her.

"I was there too. I am surprised I didn't see you there." She said.

"I spent the morning on the beach, went sightseeing in the afternoon, and to a club in the evening." Jim said.

"What club?" Shy little Julie asked.

"The Bare Cave, and by the way congratulations on your victory, you deserved it." He slyly said.

Julie went pale "You were there? Oh no, did we..?"

"Yes, you said I had the sweetest cum yet and that you wished you could see me." Jim said.

"Oh my God, that was you! I asked everyone if they knew who you were or where you went. Oh please don't tell anyone. I am a closet nympho and I can earn $2500 in prize money doing that." Julie pleaded.

"Don't worry your secret is safe with me, but from now on I think we can practice you skills and then take some trips to the beach together." Jim suggested.

"That would be super!" Julie giggled. 



The Bare Essentials



The fourth part of my memoirs.

* * * * *

Once Trish and I were married, we moved into an unfurnished flat. Actually, it was the downstairs half of a big old converted Victorian terrace - the sort where you share the outside front door with the upstairs flat, but each household has its own door off the front hallway. It was a bit tatty but very cheap. In fact, tatty wasn't the word - it really needed decorating, and so we got on with things with a will. Even though it was rented accommodation, we couldn't stand living in it as it was, and we got the landlord's permission to "do it up" a bit, as long as we didn't do anything too extreme.

So one summer's day we were painting our internal hallway, and getting very hot while doing so - there was no ventilation in there, with the door to the common hallway shut. Because it was so hot, we soon had our shirts off, then as odd drops of paint started flying around we decided it would be simpler to strip off completely. Skin's cheaper to clean than clothes, after all, and emulsion paint comes off easily enough with a bit of soap and water. 

The best-laid plans... 

Trish was proving (very effectively) that she can never paint anything above shoulder height without getting paint all the way up the brush handle and all over her arms and hands. I swear I've never known anyone quite as good at getting in a mess while painting. Anyway, this time she swore luridly as she got yet another load of Dulux County Cream up her arm, and as I turned to see what was the matter, I accidentally sloshed paint on her right tit with the wet paintbrush that I was holding.

Since she was feeling hot and irritable, she decided that I'd done it deliberately, and lost her rag. "I'll teach you!" she shrieked - and promptly whopped a brushful of paint onto my chest. Of course, this soon deteriorated into a paint fight. We did get the hallway painted eventually, but we also ended up pretty well covered in off-white emulsion ourselves! So once we'd finished the painting, we made for the bathroom to run a hot bath to wash the paint off. 

But now Murphy's Law struck. As I wrestled with the stiff bath tap, I must have strained the pipe join; the plumbing chose that moment to spring a rather significant leak. Water was pouring out onto the bathroom floor from somewhere behind the bath. I had to find and turn off the stopcock for the flat. Quickly. Very quickly. Very quickly indeed!

Fortunately (considering my state of dress) the stopcock was inside our flat, in a kitchen cupboard. 

So there we were, both of us starkers and completely plastered in damp white paint! We couldn't even run hot water from the kitchen sink, because we didn't have a hot tank - all the hot water came from one of those instant gas Ascot devices that heats it straight off the mains, and I'd had to turn off the mains.

Well, luckily we were already on very good informal terms with our upstairs neighbours, Gordon and Linda. I dragged on some old underpants and knocked on the door at the bottom of their stairs. Once Gordon had recovered from his fits of laughter at seeing the state I was in, I explained what had happened and asked if we could borrow their bath to clean up in. The two flats had separate stopcocks, so their water supply was still OK.

They were more than willing to let us use their bath, but Trish decided she didn't have any old undies that would stand being put on over wet paint and mucked up. She called to Gordon, "I'm all covered in paint too, and I really don't want to mess up any more clothes - d'you mind awfully if I come up there in the nuddy?" 

Well, what gentleman would turn down such a polite request? "Of course not," he said. "Liberty Hall - don't worry about us!" 

So Trish promptly marched round the corner into the shared hallway where Gordon could see her (he had started to turn away politely, but Trish didn't wait). Then she spotted that I was still standing there in my underpants. She wasn't having that if she was starkers, so she whipped them down and off me, and chucked them back into our hallway, saying "I'm not going to be the only one in my birthday suit!" 

So we went on upstairs, wearing nothing but white paint, while our hosts tried to avoid wetting themselves laughing at the sight of us. We went on into their bathroom... and made full use of the facilities to clean ourselves up. 

The paint came off easily enough in a hot bath (in fact, it was quite fun examining each other's nooks and crannies to make sure it was all off), and we were soon clean and presentable again. And only then did we realise that in our panic, we hadn't brought any towels or clean clothes up with us! 

Trish called out and asked Linda if we could borrow a towel. "Of course you can," Linda said, "use the one that's hanging on the rail already. It's big enough for two." 

It was, and we did so, and so we were soon dry; but then we had to try to work out how to make both of us decent with just one large towel (and a damp one, at that) between the two of us. Of course, one of us could have wrapped the towel round themselves and gone downstairs to fetch some clothes - but for some reason that idea simply didn't occur to us. And don't ask me why we should care anyway, when Gordon and Linda had already seen both of us walk past them in bare skin and paint - but for some reason, it did seem to matter.

So, while we were scratching our heads over this puzzle, Linda called through the bathroom door, "Would you two like a cup of tea?" 

"Oh, yes, please, not half!"

"Well, come and get it, then, if you're dried off now!"

"Er... we're not decent! There's only the one towel between the two of us"

Linda evidently had more sense than us - she just popped her head round the door and said, "For Gawd's sake, what does that matter - you've already walked through our flat in your birthday suits; why go all shy now? Go on, come as you are, the tea's poured and it'll get cold. We certainly won't mind, and you can go down and get dressed when you've had your tea."

We looked at each other and shrugged. "Well," I said, "if they don't mind, why should we?" So we opened the bathroom door and (slightly nervously) came on out. Linda invited us into their sitting-room, and soon we were all four sitting down having a very welcome cuppa. Mind you, it felt really weird with us in the altogether while Gordon & Linda were still fully dressed.

I guess they thought the same. As we sat there in our skins, Linda said, "That looks comfy in this weather - mind if we join you?" She started unfastening her blouse. Mmm - as I'd thought, she was fashionably bra-less. Moments later, both she and Gordon had stripped completely off too! 

By gum, I'd never realised quite what a cracking figure Linda had - she was a real stunner! As conversation went on, we discovered that they were nudists (or rather naturists, they said, was the proper word), and that they'd been waiting for some time for an excuse to introduce the subject and see how we felt about it. And now, of course, we'd provided the perfect opportunity.

From then on, we got to be as casual with Linda and Gordon in matters of dress as we already were when we were with George and Claire, though admittedly with slightly different motives. It was another hot summer that year, and the whole house stayed a lot cooler if we kept the doors to both flats open and let the air circulate between them. Gordon and Linda seemed to be happier naked than dressed at just about all times, as long as the weather was OK; and now that they didn't have to worry about our feelings they rarely wore anything around the house. And it certainly didn't bother us to do likewise, dirty sods that we were (and are). 

Neither we nor they would bother to put anything on just to pop in to each other's place for a coffee or whatever. There were some coat-hooks by our shared front door, and all four of us kept dressing-gowns or suchlike there, so that anyone could answer the door in a more-or-less decent state if necessary.

In fact, the next time George and Claire came over for an evening, we had invited Gordon and Linda in as well, and we decided to test our old friends' cool. All four of us (Trish and me, Gordon and Linda) were already sitting around stark naked when George and Claire arrived. We'd assured Gordon and Linda that whatever George and Claire's reaction might be, they certainly wouldn't be offended. 

And we'd decided not to warn George and Claire, just for the hell of it and to watch their faces when they came in. And those faces were a picture, as you might guess! But they took it in their stride. As soon as she saw that all four of us were naked, Claire just slipped her dress off her shoulders and stepped out of it and her knickers (she wasn't wearing anything else anyway) without comment, and George had little choice but to follow suit. And the six of us had a pleasant, friendly and (believe it or not) totally platonic evening together, despite not wearing a stitch between us.

A week or two later, Gordon and Linda took the four of us - George, Claire, Trish and me, - to their sun club as day visitors, and we soon joined. The main thing that convinced me this was a good idea was the first time I got out of the swimming pool without trunks on, and realised how very much better it felt not to have a nasty, soggy wet bit of material clinging to my bits! 

Now, this leads to an interesting point. Trish and I are still keen naturists, and in that context sex is considered almost unmentionable. Most naturist clubs and beaches are almost sexless in a way - when everybody's bare, nudity just isn't any particular turn-on most of the time. And, of course, most sun clubs and free beaches have a lot of families and kids around, whom you wouldn't want to upset. And yet Trish and I are also both (still) sex-mad - we just don't really feel there's either a connection or a contradiction in this. We keep our "swinging" entirely away from the sun club, because it really isn't the done thing at all there.

And to answer the question that non-naturist men always ask about sun clubs - yes, it is considered impolite to persistently have a hard-on in public; but you'd be surprised how rarely it happens, even to a sex-maniac like me. If something does cause you to exhibit "the gallant reflex", then either you roll over and tan your back for a while, or you go for a brisk jog or something till it goes away. Indeed, the simple fact that a persistent erection would be mightily embarrassing usually stops one from popping up in the first place - there's nothing like embarrassment to make you wilt!

On the other hand, I'm sure that a great many of the men who go to sun clubs, and no doubt quite a few of the women, share Trish's and my secondary motive. Which is, of course, that we just happen to like looking at members of the opposite sex with nothing on - and (if they're honest) who doesn't? So I suppose there is an element of sexuality about it; but it's a family atmosphere in any club that we've been to, and public "naughtiness" is most definitely not on.

Even with all the outrageous things that Trish and I have got up to before and during our marriage, we've never done anything at all "naughty" at the club, except of course in the privacy of our own tent or caravan - somehow, it just wouldn't seem right. The closest we ever get is allowing our hands to stray a bit further than they really ought, or to linger a bit longer, while rubbing sun-cream on each other. And we certainly aren't the only ones to do that, although like anyone else we're careful never to let it go too far if someone's around who might get upset.

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Anyway, over the next year or two, although we three couples hung around together quite a bit, Trish and I never tried anything on with Gordon and Linda. The nearest we ever got was at one small party where everyone got very drunk, and all us three men had rather a good grope of each other's birds during a slow dance. But that led to nothing more, and we were really quite pleased to have some friends who were "just good friends" - it sort of seemed to prove that the two of us weren't simply a pair of raving sex maniacs who screwed everyone in sight. 

Still, while Gordon and Linda certainly didn't "swing" like us, they could still give us a surprise or two from time to time...

There was one party during that period where the two of them caused a real sensation. It was a fancy dress affair, and Trish had decided that she and I should go as a tart and a vicar. 

I borrowed an old separate collar from my dad and put it on backwards over a black polo-neck shirt, and Trish took the excuse to go for what had to be the most blatant bit of exhibitionism she'd tried yet at a party. If she was going as a tart, she meant to look the part!

She bought herself a real "C-level" micro-mini skirt, that showed the bottom edge of her bum if she leant over any more than about five degrees from vertical; and a pair of fishnet tights to go with it. With these, she wore tall stilt shoes, a very see-through blouse (no bra, of course) and loads of heavy, seriously overdone make-up. Then she decided this still didn't look quite tarty enough, so she applied more lipstick on and around her nipples, to make sure they'd show up through the blouse better!

Well, when we arrived and took our coats off, Trish caused quite a bit of interest amongst the men, of course - but when Gordon and Linda turned up, for once Trish was totally upstaged. They came, quite simply, as Adam and Eve. Each of them was wearing one largish green paper fig leaf Sellotaped over their naughty bits - and not a single stitch else on either of them, once they'd left their coats in the hall! Linda was carrying a basket of apples, and she kept offering them to people, saying "Would you like a nibble of my forbidden fruit?"

Amazingly enough, perhaps because her husband was there too and similarly dressed, she didn't get seriously groped at all as far as I saw, for the whole party. Even when her Sellotape came unstuck while she was dancing, so that her fig leaf fell off and got trampled, nobody "took advantage". And she was just merry enough to be unbothered that she was completely nude for the last hour or so of the party. Well, I suppose she was used to it from the sun club, anyway. Actually, Gordon had trouble keeping his fig leaf on, too - but he must have been slightly shyer than his wife. He borrowed some fresh tape from our hosts and re-applied it before the old lot finally gave way.

Well, Trish may have been upstaged, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from doing something suitably outrageous. The lights were a bit low, and after we'd been dancing for a bit she nudged me towards a settee. 

We sat down and she started to get into some serious snogging. But as soon as I started to grope her in return, she pushed my hand away and said, "Hey, I'm a professional lady! You keep your hands off the goods, unless you're paying!"

Well, I couldn't see any reason to disappoint her if she wanted to make a game of it, so I pulled a fiver out of my wallet and tucked it down between her tits. She grabbed it and looked at it disparagingly.

"What? Just a fiver? What sort of girl d'you think I am?"

"Fairly cheap, from the look of you! If you want more than that, you prove you're worth it!"

"Hmm. Well, I s'pose that's a fair comment, the way I'm dressed!" she chuckled. "Hang on a mo'" - she stood up in front of me, facing away, adjusted the back of her skirt upwards very slightly, then sat on my lap - or more exactly, on my knees, leaving my lap clear. "Now", she whispered, "I'm hiding you from the rest of the room for a moment - get your willy out!"

Blimey! Was she serious? Well, yes, I could tell she was from her tone of voice, and I'd already found out that it didn't pay to try to cross Trish once she had an idea in her head. I looked around hastily - she was right, nobody could see me - so I nervously unzipped my trousers, and gave Percy some fresh air. Trish quickly wriggled back on my lap, arranging her skirt so that no-one could see I had my cock out - then she wriggled a bit more and whispered, "Isn't it a pity these tights are so old - there's a hole in the crutch, you know!"

Hmmm. Those fishnets had been brand new that morning when we bought them, so I suppose she must have deliberately unstitched a bit of the crutch sometime earlier - but I certainly wasn't going to argue about the price of a pair of tights in this situation. Trish put her hand under her skirt again for a second and guided my cock straight into her warm, wet pussy. 

And until that moment, I hadn't realised that she'd topped off her whorish get-up by leaving her knickers off under her tights! She wriggled a bit to get set and comfortable, then turned halfway round so that she was sitting sideways on my lap rather than facing away from me, and gave me a hug and a big kiss. Whoo! 

Well, there's a first time for everything, and this was definitely the first time I'd had my cock up a bird while people danced by us unawares in the same room, practically falling over my feet at times! What a turn-on! I think I grew another inch on the spot!

"Hey, big boy, you like this, don't you?" she purred. "If Percy grows much longer, I think he'll be poking out of my mouth!" 

She wasn't far off the mark - the situation was giving me what felt like my biggest hard-on ever, and judging from her appreciative grunts as she wriggled a bit on my lap, she was enjoying the effect herself. She pulled me into a deep-tongue kiss, turned a bit more towards me and unfastened a couple of buttons on her blouse, then looked meaningfully at my hand. I took the invitation at face value, and slipped said hand inside her blouse where I could cup her tit.

She was as turned on as I was - I'd never felt her nipples so hard. The brown bit around them was crinkled up tight like a walnut, and even the rest of her boob felt firmer than usual. I tweaked the nipple a little and she moaned with pleasure, then started doing some interesting things with her pussy muscles that nearly had me coming on the spot!

Just about then, George and Claire came dancing by. They must have been to another place first, as we hadn't seen them until this moment. They saw us, though, and came and sat on the sofa, one each side of us, for a chat. Claire leant over to give me a hello kiss as George kissed Trish similarly and, under cover of so doing, slipped a hand into her blouse to give her other tit a quick friendly squeeze. 

"Hey, have you cut yourself?" George looked at his red-stained palm in surprise as he removed it again. "No, of course not, you twit! It's lipstick so my nipples show better!" grinned Trish. "If I'm playing a tart, I'm going the whole hog!"

Then Claire suddenly sniffed the air, raised her eyebrows, and looked a bit harder at how we were sat. "What on Earth do I smell? Are you two randy perverts doing what I think you're doing? Here, in public?" Trish grinned smugly and nodded. 

"You cheeky buggers!" said George. "Bloody Hell, you have got a nerve, you two! And damn! We can't join you - Claire's dress is far too long to get away with it!"

And indeed it was - I can't remember who she was supposed to be, but it was some mediaeval queen or something of the sort, and she was wearing a brownish velvet dress that went right down to the floor in loads of heavy layers. Still, it had a very low-cut neckline - her nipples weren't quite showing, but there was definitely a sliver of the darker skin around them just peeking above the edge of her dress. I found myself staring with interest, despite what was happening on my lap. 

Claire noticed the direction of my gaze and grinned at me. "Yes, they are a bit obvious, aren't they? Still, nobody seems to be complaining!"




The Bare Essentials



Meanwhile Trish was consoling George. "Never mind," she said. "Stay sat there, and I'll come and sit on your lap in a minute or two!" George raised his eyebrows. "You don't mind, do you, Claire?" she asked. "I know Dave won't."

Claire shrugged. "Well, it'll hardly be the first time you two have had a quickie, I s'pose - alright then, Georgie, if you like - but only if I can have a good grope with Dave while you're about it!" 

At that, Trish managed to do something absolutely fascinating with her vaginal muscles, and I was temporarily rendered speechless while certain reflexes took over. Trish grinned at me, then told George to unzip, and Claire to get ready to hide my lap. 

We waited till none of the other people in the room seemed to be looking our way. 

George had undone his flies and presumably got his family possessions out, but he was keeping his hands in his lap so that he stayed decent in case anyone did turn and look. Trish suddenly slipped off me and onto George's lap, and Claire immediately leaned across in front of me and gave me a big kiss, hiding my now soft, sticky and soggy tool from public view. 

I was about to put it away again quickly, when Claire's hand stopped me. She lay back so that her head was on my lap, and quickly arranged her long hair so that it hid my cock, where it now lay alongside her neck. Then she grabbed my hand and placed it firmly on one of her tits, making sure it was inside the top of her dress - which wasn't hard with that stunning neckline. Then, turning to face me, she gave Percy a few quick licks to clean my and Trish's juices off him.

But it was no good, it just wasn't going to be possible for her to give me a proper blow-job without it being totally obvious what was going on. 

"Sorry!" she said, "I don't think we can manage it here! Never mind, come and get me a drink while those two bonk their brains out for a bit!"

"Those two" were well away by now. Knowing what they were up to, it seemed quite clear to Claire and me that Trish was getting a quiet shafting where she sat; but other people dancing past didn't seem to notice, so I guess they weren't as obvious as they seemed to us. That meant Trish and I hadn't been too conspicuous either, I suppose. Just as well.

Claire and I rearranged ourselves quickly, and headed for the kitchen, which was empty for the time being. I poured us each another glass of wine, but when I looked round to give her glass to Claire, she was getting a couple of ice cubes out of the fridge.

"What d'you want those for? I know this wine's a bit cheap and cheerful, but surely it's not really bad enough to need ice in it!" 

Then I saw what she wanted them for. She first checked that there was no-one else in the kitchen with us, nor heading that way. She eased both her tits up slightly, so that her nipples really were peeping over the top of her low-cut dress, not just nearly doing so - and then she started rubbing them lightly with the ice cubes to make it even more definite!

"If Trish can walk around with her tits on show through that blouse, and with lipstick on 'em to boot, I can play the same sort of game!" she chuckled. She pursed her lips and looked down at her chest. "Now, is that enough, d'you think, Dave?" she asked. 


Her strapless dress was obviously designed to be an "only just cover the bust" one anyway, and she really hadn't had to move it very much to pop out over the top of it. As I mentioned before, more than a sliver of her dark brown areolae had already been on show if you looked, although the almost identical brown colour of the dress (surely she hadn't chosen it with that in mind?) did tend to make things less obvious. Now that she'd helped things along, though, the dress pushed her boobs up and out like an Anne Summers half-cup bra. And as if the ice-cube treatment hadn't already made sure that they wouldn't drop back down inside too soon, Claire also pulled off a few sheets of kitchen roll, folded them a few times, and slipped them under her boobs into the cups of the dress. That made absolutely sure that her nipples would stay out on view. 

And yet, the dress was low-cut anyway, and like I said its brown material was almost the same colour as her nipples; even now, in the dim light of the main room, it wouldn't be too blatantly obvious, except to someone looking harder at her chest than was really polite. 

I really couldn't see why she'd bothered with the ice cubes - as I mentioned right at the start of this tale, Claire has the longest nipples of any woman I've ever met; even when she's not specifically feeling randy, they stand out a good ½ inch or so from her boobs. Now they must have been nearer ¾" or even a full inch long, and they were actually poking out past the top of the heavy material of the dress cups. I checked - cupping one of her tits in one hand over the dress, I could still tickle the end of her nipple!

"Stop that, Dave, you cheeky bugger!" she said. "Right, come on, back to the dance floor. Let's dance close for now, though, please - I don't really want everyone to see this, just George - and Trish, I s'pose!" So we went back out of the kitchen into the main room, and started dancing around to the slow, smoochy number that was now on. 

The way that Claire's nipples were poking me in the chest through my shirt, my old man soon got very interested again, and she didn't help by grinding her pubes against me every now and then, once she realised the state I was in! We danced round to where we'd left Trish and George, but they must have finished their quick shag - they were no longer sat there. Ah! There they were, dancing on the other side of the room. We moved over their way, with Claire still clasping me fairly close. But once we were near them, with nobody else in the immediate area, she moved into a pirouette and slipped away from me, and with a quick "Excuse me!" to Trish, pushed her aside and moved into George's arms. 

It took George a moment (and a further quick downward tug on her dress by Claire) before he realised just what he'd got an armful of, but then his eyes lit up and he whirled her off round the floor. The lights were quite dark, but I'm sure one or two people must have got a fair eyeful!

Anyway, the four of us slipped out of the dance room soon after that, and found a free bedroom where George and I could give Claire what she'd missed out on. 

Since there was plenty of time and room now, we gave her a full-scale two-man going-over. Trish (who admitted that she was feeling a bit on the tender side after two rather contorted screws in rapid succession) just sat on a chair and watched, with her hands between her legs, idly stroking her pussy from time to time. I must say, that was definitely one of the better parties we went to!



The Bare Necessity



At that late evening, the coffee bar in that multiplex was almost crowd less. Every one was either watching a movie, or having dinner in the restaurant just opposite the café in which a fairly attractive girl with long black hairs and dusky skin, named Kiran, used to work in the evening shift after her college. Kiran was there that night too, behind the counter, idly sitting yet waiting eagerly for the manager to come and close the café, then to go home and sleep as she had a long day next. 

Kiran sighed slight and yawned as she looked at her wristwatch again. Thinking, " 10 minute more to go, than one more boring day comes to an end."

As she expected none to come in the café and ask for a coffee, She started packing up to leave. Her hand moved to her small shiny nametag, hanging topleft at her skimpy uniform, to pull it off. She smiled as she just brushed the metal and the first name emblazoned on the tag, thinking how wonderful it felt to wear a name so openly. 

She thought, for everyone the first and most crucially important part of the communication was to know the name. And in her case, no one even needed to ask. She had always felt vulnerable and that made her shine with secret pleasure. May be that was the next reason after easy money, to have accepted this part-time job while doing her masters in commerce. 

She remembered how she always consciously tried to nudge customers to say their names, while taking the orders. It was a silly game, but it made her feel strangely aroused when someone had deliberately deny her the very simple yet important detail while at the same time knowing her name and calling her by that. She had to then stick to Sir or Ma'am for addressing, and she liked it. Of course, She liked the way that person had exerted the control over the communication by denying her the name. She loved the fact that the person had guts and drive to do so very freely. 

But to her unfortunate, she came to realize that many men couldn't resist to her question, thinking that this was an invite for date, and they would get the phone number eventually after giving the name. It was may be the way that she looked so seductive, or the way that she manipulated them with her charming smile. The ones who did deny her, well, they didn't even look at her in first place. She didn't like that though. She, as every human being on earth, wanted to be liked, and appreciated, even after being denied. And so her search to find someone, someone perfect for her who can give her both, was on since she understood the whole dynamic of the situation.

The wind chimes jingled, heralding the opening of the door, as she looked up to see someone coming in. A lady, in her early twenties. She thought again, how could she think of her as a lady instead of a girl when the person who entered looked so young. What was about her that was lady like? Kiran found an answer instantly as she lay eyes on her whole attire again. The Stranger had an aura of power and sophistication around her, and that made Kiran think of her as a lady. She smiled as the lady Stood in front of the counter, browsing in the menu, not even noticing Kiran, who was almost staring at her. 

The lady looked up after making a choice, and gazed at Kiran with a small formal smile, saying, " A Hot Black coffee with no sugar... And yes, make it fast." She finished the instructions and turned opposite, reaching for the corner table, placed extremely close to the AC. After sitting there, that lady punched in the number on her cell phone, and started talking to someone as she opened her Daily planner.

Kiran stood there motionless, still looking at her. There was something about that lady that was superbly attractive to Kiran. The lady was averagely fair, but quite tall for girls of her age. She wore black formal wear, and her shoulder length burgundy black hairs accentuated her bright face. Her eyes were big, and expressive. And her full lips had a tired curve to it cause of the workload she seems to be wearing instead of make-up.

Kiran turned the other way, as she remembered that she was ordered to do something. She swiftly prepared the coffee with a smile at the pun of her own thoughts. As she finished and placed the cup on the counter, she realized it was a self-service café. She also realized that while taking the order, she didn't even ask for the payment, nor told her to pick the order up from the counter. She blushed with embarrassment at her own disorderly manner of her work. But now there was no way out. She couldn't ask her to come and get the coffee, cause well, she hasn't even asked her the name! 

After some thinking, she thought the best thing was to go to the lady's table and give her the coffee and an apology. And then explain her the self-service policy of the café as Kiran wouldn't want the lady to suffer the consequences for Kiran's mistakes the next time she comes to the café. 

Kiran came out from behind the counter, clad in the skimpy Apron that was her uniform, and picked the cup and went to the lady's table. There she stood waiting for the lady to acknowledge, as on the table there were papers cluttered over. The lady noticed and looked at her, with a smile, and took the cup from Kiran's hand directly, saying, "Thanks, Kiran." Then she turned back to her papers sipping the coffee. Kiran stood there, unable to say anything more. The lady turned to her again, and said it in a firm voice, still with a smile, "Could you not disturb me for... say... next fifteen minutes?" 

Kiran nodded. And turned to move away. Kiran's legs were shaking slightly. What was happening to her? Why she couldn't tell that lady anything? Kiran was already getting late, and the host of the café would be arriving soon, and then close the café after they leave. But this lady here wanted more 15 minutes, and by then the manager would come and see all of Kiran's errors. 

Kiran stood there, at the counter again, this time straight and concentrated. She had to save her impression of efficiency for the manager. She looked at the wristwatch, praying that something bad should happen to the manager and thus he arrive late. Lost in thought, it also seemed to her that the second hand on the watch was moving fast, yet the minute hand was not moving as fast as it should. After ten minutes or so, she had the intuition that manager would be there then. So she picked up her bag from inside the counter and brisk-walked to the lady's table. Next moment the manager entered before the lady registered Kiran's standing there at the table. But she did eventually, and then she turned back to her papers as Kiran pulled the chair opposite her.

Kiran sat, smiling at the manager and nodding him to come forward. The lady ignored them both, still busy in her work. Manager came and inquired about the delay. Kiran replied saying that the lady was her friend and they were just having a coffee together. She knew she didn't have to say anything more, as the bill would be deducted from Kiran's salary. And because Manager had given her these favors before, he would not ask more questions. Manager smiled and just asked her to finish soon, so that he can leave too.

Kiran took a deep breath, with a smirk that she out-smarted her self at this idea of not letting him know the blunder. And that lady also didn't react to fuck the plan. But Her thought process was halted when she heard the rustling of paper in front of her. Kiran looked ahead, and the lady looked back at her with a straight face, saying, "If you've to lie to save something then that's actually not worth saving." Then she began packing up her papers in her bag. Kiran was startled at the statement, embarrassed before her, as she knew what has just happened. 

The lady got up and walked off after saying, "Come with me." Kiran stood up, and followed her out, as it was the right thing to do after that lie. At the Door of the café as the lady and Kiran walked together, Lady got hold of Kiran's hand, and softly closed her fingers around Kiran's arm, pulling her close, as she said " Wave goodbye at the manager, Kiran." 

Kiran turned and said Goodbye with a smile, as the lady clutched her arm tighter and almost dragged her to the car in parking lot. Kiran didn't resist. She even couldn't resist. The whole thing had her aroused and interested to experience what could happen next in this scenario. Lady opened the passenger door, motioned her to get inside. Kiran got in. Lady walked to the driver's and hopped in to start the car at once and drove off.

On the whole way, none said anything. The lady was fully concentrated on driving, and Kiran was fully concentrated on thinking why she was going along with this, as she stared aimlessly out of the car window. 

As they stopped inside another parking lot of a high building, the lady tapped her fingers on Kiran's thigh, taking her out of the lost state. Kiran was more aroused at the subtle freedom the lady was taking, like touching her thigh at the excuse of talking, it made her feel open to her. 

The lady said, "We're home." Kiran tried to find the meaning out of what the lady just said.

Lady continued with another smile, at Kiran's bewildered state, " Would you like to get inside and prepare a coffee for me, Kiran?" 

Kiran replied this time, after a long silence, trying to calm down," Yes..." She then continued with a smile, " but hey, would you tell me your name at least??"

The lady smirked, as she touched Kiran's shoulder, and then the hairs, intertwining her fingers in Kiran's smooth velvety hairs... " You don't need to know that, do you?"

Kiran closed her eyes at the intimacy, breathing a little deep and heavy, as she replied, " No, Ma'am."

The lady smiled, " Then everything is settled, lets go up to my flat."

Kiran smiled, to hide the blush of arousal on her face. She stood up and went ahead after her. The thoughts in her head said, this was not an end to the boring day, rather a start.

But yes, something else did came to and end... her search for that perfect one.