0 comments/ 11651 views/ 1 favorites Almost Melting the Frost Pt. 01 By: jack_ffrost This story is in the most part, a true story, based mostly on real occurrences, with a small amount of poetic licence, and of course, the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Because of its length, I have divided it into two distinct parts and should be read in sequence, despite my desire to have a story 'free standing' without prerequisite reading, real life isn't like that is it?. So here is Part 1. This is a story of a man, a divorced man, a man with a conscience, with scruples, in effect, a thoughtful man. Impossible I hear you say. No such man exists, I also hear you say. But he does! I know this man, as well as I know myself. jack_ffrost --------------------------------------------------- Jake fiddled with his cap some more, not improving the look. The mirror showed the silly elasticated cap covering all his hair and making his ears stick out even more prominently than they already did. The light cotton of the blue recycled material clashing with the dark brown of his eyes but matching the silly robe made of the same material that he was made to wear. Then there was the silly elasticated over-shoe things on his feet completing the ensemble designed to remove any form of style at all. Not that he was a slave to fashion at all, though at 38 and recently divorced, fashion was something that he hadn't worried about for some time, but he thought that might have to change in the near future; but still, there were limits to some things surely. Ah well, he thought, perhaps this was part of the penance that he had to serve. Jake looked around the rest of the dressing room of the Trauma Clinic, and out through the large window to the rest of the penance he had elected to suffer. One drink too many had almost cost him his licence. It was community service or no licence, and the Trauma Clinic was the preferred option, although looking at some of the cases that had been wheeled in while he had been waiting, he wasn't sure if this was a good idea now. He was a strong supporter of the anti-drink drive campaign, and he supposed that this was to show him what could happen if he erred again. Tough justice? Probably! A Trauma Nurse entered the room wearing the normal green scrubs he had seen on TV. She smiled when she saw his discomfort and his difficulty trying to make the shapeless sack sit over his large 6ft 2in frame. "Mr Frost? You'll be working with Frank today, another one of your lot!" she said with a hint of a derisive tone. "Come with me and I'll take you to your post. You and Frank will be cleaning up the rooms after we have finished with each case ready for the next one. One of the junior nurses will instruct the two of you" He followed her to a glass encased room, and saw what must obviously be Frank as there was no-one else wearing the silly blue, obviously disposable coverings. As he approached, it was also obvious that either Frank wasn't this person's real name, or he had a bad case of soft rounded lumps on his chest and two very attractive blue eyes. "Frankie..." she said, thrusting out her hand "Frank for short... anything but Francesca OK?" she added, smiling. "Frost..." he replied "Jake to my friends.." "Jake Frost?...." she queried, One finger went forward, pointing, and smile appeared on her face, but he cut her off before she could say what she was obviously going to say. "Yeah yeah,... Jake Frost...Jack Frost... I get it all the time... I wouldn't mind a dollar..etc etc." he said also smiling. The morning passed quickly in the very busy trauma clinic, highlighted by his constant exits to the toilets to vomit. Whoever thought up this drink-driver rehab program certainly knew what they were doing. He and Frankie went to lunch together, not that he could bring himself to eat anything, but anything to get away from the blood and the gore of the cleanup. Out of the shapeless cover-alls, he noticed that Frankie actually had a shape. The breasts that had been mere lumps under the material were now curved and voluptuous, somewhere around a D cup he surmised. Frankie wasn't a thin woman, but then wasn't fat either, and she talked quite freely over her lunch. He sat there, only able to sip water, watching her mouth move and her blue eyes smile, and the occasional peek at her cleavage that was only barely on show but visible each time she leaned a little forward. He was careful not to get caught looking. The afternoon passed much as the morning had, up to their elbows in stained cloth, blood soaked floors and mops and buckets. Come the next morning he was not looking forward to the day, and vowed then and there to be more responsible, and never touch another drop of alcohol. He knew the last bit was impossible but he was certain he would never go through this again. Perhaps it was the desensitization of the previous day, or maybe the semi sleepless night he had had, haunted by the images of the previous day, but the morning didn't seem as bad as his first. He only vomited once, and at lunch time, he actually thought he might try a sandwich. He and Frankie had exchanged a few pleasantries during the morning as they moved between rooms, not always working together, but enough to add the odd comment or smile. At lunch, he was again amazed that she had a shape that had been hidden by the disposable trauma outfit. Today she was in a skirt rather than the jeans of yesterday, and the ribbed brown top she had on, clung a little tighter, showing off her curves to better advantage. The neckline was modest, but had a deeper V than yesterday's, so his view of her cleavage was enhanced slightly each time she looked away or down to her food. She too, had had a few drinks too many 6 months previously and had lost her driver's licence. In addition, her penance was 120 hours of service at the centre, which was coming to an end and she could then re-apply for her licence again. Jake had only earned himself 40 hours service which he would do all this week having taken a week off work to do so. They chatted over a sandwich, and he found out that she was divorced from her husband who she had been unfaithful to and that she had a 6 year old daughter who spent every second month with her father. Jake's two children were in their mid-teens and he had brought them up on his own since their Mother had run off and left them ten years earlier. He found it difficult to explain to Frankie why it had taken him so long to finally get a divorce, and stammered on about focusing life on his kids and their needs for so long. In truth, it had been his ex-wife who had broached the subject and wanted to finalise the process. Not that he had still loved her or anything, it just seemed so unnecessary. The next morning while he shaved, Jake found himself looking forward to the day, but wondered why. If he was true to himself, he had to admit to looking forward to lunchtime rather than the gory, bloody environment. This actually puzzled Jake somewhat, because despite Frankie being a lovely woman, to the best of his knowledge there didn't seem to be any spark there between them. Jake knew that he had been cursed by what female friends deemed an impossibility in a male, a conscience. He had had difficulty all his life and could never bring himself to have a one-night stand. He believed that sex for sex sake wasn't for him. Sex, or making love as he preferred to think of it as, was something reserved for someone you cared for, an extension of how you felt. Sure, as a younger man he had been aroused by women other than his wife, but knew he could never act on them. Even now at 38, he had a smattering of porn magazines and of course, there was the internet that he could amuse himself with, but to actually go out and make love to someone without any feelings involved was not how he thought. It wasn't a religious thing, nor was it a superiority thing, it was just....Jake! With these thoughts circling in his head, Jake's morning passed by a little slower than he realised, and by lunchtime he was checking the clock every fifteen minutes to find that the hands had only moved two. Frankie had mentioned in passing about running off straight after her day at the centre, as she was heading off to a party some distance away, but when she walked into the lunch room at the Hospital, he wondered what sort of party she was going to. The brown leather hi heeled boots stopped just short of the knee, with a long expanse of shapely leg before the appearance of the hem of the matching brown leather mini skirt that barely seemed to cover her panties. Above that was a beige cotton blouse with a scooped neck that allowed most of the top half of her D cups breasts to be out on display. They wobbled and swayed as she walked towards him, the long dangly earrings, necklace and makeup having been just now applied to complete the ensemble. She wasn't thin, but the curves were in all the right places, and at about 5 foot 6 inches tall, had all the male eyes upon her as she crossed the room smiling. Lunch went by, sandwiches were eaten, yet the conversation was somewhat stilted as Jake stammered and tried not to look at her breasts which were even more displayed with Frankie leaning forward; elbows on the table. The wide expanse of soft curvaceous skin was trying to draw his eyes towards them as surely as the mythical Sirens had drawn men to their watery doom on the rocks of their desires. He stared into her eyes, flicked them around the room, and she didn't seem to be looking away as much as she had on other days, was she trying to catch him looking? As much as he had been looking forward to lunchtime, and even with the glorious view before him, he couldn't wait for it to be over, he would be very embarrassed to get caught staring at them. The afternoon went quickly and after a quieter afternoon, he removed his outer protective suit and dropped it into the refuse container and made his way for the exit. As he approached, Frankie came out of another dressing room, pulling the short leather skirt down a few extra millimeters. She smiled and fell into step with him as he walked towards the exit. Standing side on to her, he could see almost all of the breast farthest away from him and was rewarded with a lovely wave motion across the top of her breasts. Having almost collided with the door post; he opened the door and bowed playfully allowing Frankie to pass. "Thank you kind sir... I see chivalry is not dead." She toyed. "No... but I think it is sick...perhaps it's on life-support somewhere" he countered. She unlocked the door of her small Mitsubishi sedan and he reached out gallantly to open the car door for her. "Allow me!" he said in his best upper class accent "But of course" she said, mimicking him. As much as he might like to think he was being chivalrous, he knew there was an excellent opportunity to look down on Frankie's chest from above as she got into the car. He was not disappointed. He saw right down to the lace of the bra she was wearing and the wide space between the two breasts and they jiggled as she climbed into the vehicle. The lovely curves of her breasts were visible as they not only curved up and over the top, but curved forward towards a point that he felt sure would have a lovely nipple at the end, but was now covered by the black lace of the bra she wore. What was not totally unexpected was a quick flash of the black lace of her panties as she put first one leg inside the car, then the other. The black lace contrasted against the soft white skin of her upper thighs, made possible by the shortness of her skirt. When she looked back up at him, her face was a little red and she made her hasty goodbyes and drove away. After their third trip to the toilet, Jakes kids were now tucked up for the night. It was 11pm as he climbed into his own bed, naked as he usually slept, and flicked on the TV in the bedroom, but he didn't really look at it. Playing over in his mind like a VCR was the images of Frankie's breasts from lunchtime and from the end of the day. He revisited them in his mind remembering their shape and curve and he especially liked the way they wobbled and jiggled slightly when she walked and moved. His penis reacted at the thought and his hand went to it as the images played in his head. He imagined what the nipples might look like, what they might feel like in his fingers, in his mouth. He imagined what it might feel like to rub his now hard cock between the cleavage he held so clearly in his mind. He ached between his legs and considered reaching for the magazines in the bottom drawer to help with the relief, but decided he would just lay there and think about the images until he fell asleep. He lay there for some time before succumbing to sleep. His second last day at the Trauma Clinic seemed a little different. Frankie hardly spoke to him all morning, but then, she was very busy in one of the other rooms, but there was something else; she wouldn't hold eye contact with him. He swore under his breath. She had obviously caught him ogling her breasts like some slob yesterday, and despite all the things they had talked about over lunch in the last three days, he had come across as a sex crazed idiot only interested in her tits! He had to ask himself is that was the truth or not, and while they were certainly very pleasing to the eye, and to the imagination as well, he didn't really harbour any strong feeling towards her, he just liked to look. He had come full circle and was now sure that he must have been caught looking at her. He remembered Frankie looking up at him when he helped her into the car and he remembered the red face and swore at himself again. This was obviously what it was all about. At lunch, Jake was sitting eating his sandwich when Frankie came up and sat down. She had a shortish skirt on and a top that didn't display as much as yesterday's but still gave a very pleasing picture. She sat down opposite him, their eyes not meeting. She toyed with a bit of lettuce sticking out of the side of the sandwich as a couple of minutes ticked away in silent dread for Jake. "Jake..." she said, "... can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure" he said, a little nervous. Here it comes, he thought. "Are you....Gay?" "What?... No..." came the puzzled reply, "Why?" "Well..." she went on, seemingly fascinated with the piece of lettuce, "... Today is Thursday; I thought we got on really well on Monday, and again on Tuesday. I wore my new top on Tuesday... then yesterday....I ...er...wasn't really going to a party" She looked up at him, then down to the piece of lettuce again, "I thought my new top on Tuesday was a bit revealing, but you never looked once, so yesterday I put on my sexiest outfit, and ...well... I saw you look once or twice, a little... and thought... you are either really good at peeking and not getting caught...or you were gay." She finished, looking into his eyes. Jake smiled at her, and reddened slightly, "I...er...think I'm pretty good at it" he admitted, not knowing what else to say. She smiled at him, somewhat relieved. "Well...like I said, we got on ok, we talked and stuff, and you told me on Monday that you were divorced and that you weren't seeing anyone...and... I thought...what with the outfit yesterday...I... wondered...why you hadn't made a pass at me...or even asked me out for a drink...or...something" Suddenly the piece of lettuce had become very interesting again. "I thought that with what was on show, you would ask me...if you weren't gay that is." Here was a dilemma he had never faced before. Usually he got into trouble for peeking or even blatantly looking at women's bodies, or at least parts of them. Now, here was a woman that he was going to have to tell that he had been ogling her from the beginning, secretly and enjoying what he saw, so as not to hurt her feelings! He tried to get his head around the difficulty and thought that in such a case as this, blatant honesty was probably the best policy. "I am not Gay...believe me, I am so incredibly not Gay" he started, looking her squarely in the eye to emphasise the point. She smiled again and looked back at him "I think you are a very attractive woman, and I have to admit...I have been looking at you... especially yesterday...here at the table...and getting into the car...damn...how could I not? I am a very shy person, perhaps it's the low self esteem, or the fear of rejection, but I have trouble taking things to the next step... not that I wanted to...you know..." He breathed out hard. "Sorry, I am mucking this up big time. I think you're nice...very nice... and I have a good time talking with you at our lunches...and... I have to admit to some... thoughts of...yesterday's outfit and...things...sometimes..." he stammered, digging himself into a hole. "Oh really?... Do tell!" she demanded, one eyebrow perched higher than the other in mock indignation. The supervising Nurse walked in at that moment looking for them both and saved Jake from the last question. They donned their outfits once more and went back to their tasks, Jake feeling a little better after the talk at lunchtime. Jake loitered at the exit when he had finished but Frankie was gone. One of the nurses told him Frankie had had to leave earlier and pick her daughter up from school, after skinning a knee or something. As he drove home, he examined his feelings. There wasn't the 'spark' with Frankie that he had felt with others he had relationships with, but she was a lovely woman. He enjoyed the time they spent together, liked to let her talk about herself and her days, but...but what, he wondered? As politically incorrect as it was these days to objectify women, she was certainly pleasing to the eye. She had curves in all the right places, dressed nicely, seemed a very sexy woman, and she was a refreshingly independent, forthright woman, but didn't mind showing off the merchandise to get what she wanted. And those breasts! But ...what about the 'spark'? Without that, did he want this to go any further? Could it go any further? How far was he prepared to take this to see if anything were to come from it? Yet, as noble as all that sounded, he couldn't help thinking that it had been a long time between drinks for him. The last day of his Community Service, Friday, came as a bit of a shock. Frankie wasn't there. Thinking she might have a problem with her daughter Jake asked one of the nurses, only to be told that Frankie's time was up. She had gone and not said goodbye. The morning dragged and lunchtime too was a drag; the only highpoint was that this would be his last afternoon. As he walked out at the end of the day, he knew that, that was one part of his life that he wouldn't repeat. He climbed into his car and was about to move off when an idiotic driver pulled up in front of him, blocking his way. He wound the window down to yell out for them to move, only to discover Frankie sitting in her car smiling at him. "My place 7.30pm" she said, shoving a piece of paper at him through the window with her address on it. "I need some help with something." she said, then climbed back into her car and drove off before Jake could say anything. No matter how much Jake scrubbed in the shower, it was hard to remove the antiseptic smell that permeated all of his orifices. His kids had noticed it on the first day and he wanted to get rid of that smell, it reminded him of....Frankie. He was surprised by the thought, having initially thought of the blood and the mess. Showered shaved and shampooed, he made his way to Frankie's house and knocked at the door. A little sing song voice called out from inside, and the door opened. Frankie stood before him in jeans and a t shirt. It didn't take him long to realise that she wasn't wearing a bra; the cooler outside air made here nipples retract and press forward. Her larger unfettered breasts hung a little lower than usual but still pressed forward quite appealingly. Almost Melting the Frost Pt. 01 Inside the house was neat and tidy, with a computer and quite a few open books on the desk. She guided him over to the desk where two chairs had been set up, and then explained. "I'm glad you came, I need your help with something, if you can spare the time" He said nothing, waiting for her to continue. "This whole trauma centre thing, after losing my licence, it sort of inspired me to try and better myself...and... I didn't do too well in high school, so I have been going to night school to finish my high school education...and... please don't think I am an idiot or anything...but mathematics was never my strong point...and I wondered...if.... you might be able to help me...you know... like... tutor me on it and stuff... a couple of nights a week...maybe..." her voice trailed off at the end, her eyes looking for some sign of agreement in his. He smiled and nodded, and was rewarded with a big smile. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly with gratitude. She busied herself sorting through the pens and papers on the desk and he sat down next to her ready to assist. He was very aware of her closeness when she sat down, the scent of her clean skin and her soap filling his nostrils. They worked on for a little while, but he couldn't help being aware of her body and her movements. Papers were strewn across the desk so every time she half stood and leaned over the table, he was aware of her breasts dangling inside her t-shirt, swaying like pendulums before his eyes. When she reached across him, which she seemed to do a lot, he was keenly aware of the softness of her breast pressing on his arm or the back of his hand. She gave no indication that she was aware of any of it. By the time an hour had passed and many small victories been made in the field of mathematics he noticed how close they were sitting. Working together on the one piece of paper, he couldn't help notice that their arms were touching from the shoulder to the elbow, and their heads were very close. Perhaps it had been the first time that they had both looked up from the paper together, but their faces were mere inches apart, their eyes on each other's. Jake became acutely aware of her closeness, her scent, her lips...and his own embarrassment. He leaned back in a fake stretch and got up to walk around the room. The spell broken, the awkward situation avoided. At home that night, he thought about his 'student' and the carefree way which she seemed comfortable with her body. Perhaps women didn't realise what affect they had on men. He had seen many women out shopping that had bent over thoughtlessly and showed of a view down their tops or up their skirts, making men watch them, yet they themselves seemed to remain oblivious. There was also the other side of the coin that he couldn't begin to believe, and that was that all these women really DID know what they were doing and were getting some controlling or sexual gratification from it all. Perhaps that was just the fantasy, not the reality...but couldn't those lines be a little blurred sometimes? He thought so. And while thinking of blurred lines, he was also unsure where this was going. Frankie was an attractive woman, and despite not having any real feelings for her, his 'MAN' side, the sexual side, was certainly interested. He knew that despite his body reacting on its own, if he was to try and get into bed with this woman, he wouldn't be able to complete the task unless it was an extension of how he felt. The times in his past where the opportunities had arisen and gone begging, filled him with some pride at his scruples, but also filled him with some regret when he listened to the exploits of his male friends. Two evenings later, he knocked on Frankie's door for their second tutorial session, and Jake was a little taken aback to have Frankie open the door in a sarong tied around her waist and a bikini top on the upper half. His eyes betrayed him and went straight to her breasts, a large amount of which were on display that didn't fit into the tiny bit of material that passed for a bikini top which was held in place by a few small pieces of string. "It's bad isn't it?" she asked. Jake was a little confused. It took him a minute or two to figure out that she meant the bright red of sunburn across the upper part of her breasts and shoulders. She turned on the spot and showed him her back which was similarly reddened stretching the full length of her back, disappearing below the line of the sarong. He nodded as she turned back to him, the unstructured material of her bikini top unable to restrain the mass of her breasts as they swayed and moved. "Not too bad, I don't think it will blister...it's a little pink, but shouldn't get too much worse if you get some vitamin E cream or something on it." She went on to tell him of her day outside in the yard sunning herself, and how she had fallen asleep, but only for ten minutes or so, but the damage had been done. They sat at her desk and attempted to concentrate on Mathematics, but her skin was a little too sore for her to concentrate and a little too close to Jake for him to concentrate either. She had been placing a damp cloth against her skin to help draw out the heat as they worked, and asked Jake if he would hold it against the middle of her back that she couldn't reach, to which he obliged. She turned her back to him and he placed the cloth carefully on her skin. The cloth was damp, but he could feel heat emanating from her, coming through the cloth. They finished the next set of problems and Jake watched her as she headed for the bathroom. It was then that he noticed the extra jiggle in her butt cheeks as she walked away from him. On her return, she sat with her back to him again and passed him a plastic bottle. "Will you be a dear?" she asked. "What is it?" "Vitamin E cream like you suggested" she replied. She was looking him straight in the eye over her shoulder as he sat with the bottle in his hands as if deciding if he should do this, or get up and go. Chivalry and the thought of running his hands over another person's skin got the better of him; his deep enjoyment of tactile contact making him nod to her, and she turned her head away. "Put plenty on wont you?" she said from in front of him. She flinched slightly as the cold of the cream met the warmth of her skin, but she relaxed as it warmed. She wound up her shoulder length brown hair and held it up with a clip, revealing the expanse of her neck and shoulders for his hands to rub in the cream. He could feel the heat from her skin as he rubbed the soothing cream into the skin of her back. She let her head fall forward and he thought he heard a sound escape from her lips. Jake adjusted his chair closer to behind hers and continued smoothing the white cream into her back. Frankie tapped up on her shoulders indicating where he should administer the cream next. The soft skin underneath his hands felt slippery and smooth, and despite his best intentions he could feel the first telltale signs of movement in his jeans. Frankie reached up behind her neck and untied the halter string. "It's OK, I'll hold the front up," she said with a smile, "I just don't want the cream to get onto the bikini string... and I want to give you better access...to my neck." She added, looking over her shoulder at him with a playful grin. He rubbed the cream carefully and softly over her shoulders and her neck, smoothing it evenly over her skin. The soft sensuous movements and feelings made the nerve endings in his fingers almost tingle. She rotated in her seat till she was facing him, one hand across her chest holding the bikini top in place, the straps hanging down towards the floor. "Up here now please" she directed, indicating under her chin and the wide expanse of her chest not covered by her arm. Jake reddened slightly and cursed the fact that he couldn't stop it from happening. He caught a small smile on her face as it raced across, then disappeared, perhaps she was enjoying his discomfort. Very businesslike, he applied the cream across the front of her neck and shoulders, moving a lot quicker with less trailing of fingers, all the time being aware of the two large breasts being held back behind her arm and avoiding going anywhere near them. He was also aware of the increased movement between his legs and hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself with an impromptu lump visible through his jeans. "Oooh...that's sore there." Frankie said, looking down to the dry red skin of her upper breasts that one of Jake's fingers had passed over accidently. Frankie looked up into Jake's eyes almost daring him not to put cream on her breasts as she lowered the restraining arm somewhat, now barely covering her nipples. If he refused, she would know she was getting to him. Taking a deep breath he dripped some cream onto the upper part of her breasts and went to work. If it was work, it was some of the nicest work he had done in a long time. The firm softness of her breasts under the slippery cream felt wonderful on his hands. Frankie's head fell backwards and low sound came from her. "Mmmm...that feels nice...er...soothing" she added quickly, darting her eyes to his. The growing bulge in Jake's jeans would soon start to become a little difficult to conceal, yet he was amazed at the duality of him wanting to stop what was basically caressing her breasts to save embarrassment, and continuing to enjoy the softness and slipperiness of them under his hands. Frankie didn't help matters much by allowing her arm that was supporting and hiding her breasts, to lower an inch or so. He could now almost see the entire upper half of her breasts, one areola just starting to become visible over her forearm. He cleared his throat which somehow had become a little constricted. "Ok... that's enough on there I think, turn back around and I will do your lower back" He offered, pleased with himself for getting him out of the ticklish situation, and hiding his growing hard-on. She turned away from him, giving Jake the opportunity of using the back of one creamy hand to rearrange himself so his hard-on stuck upwards instead of outwards, far less noticeable he thought. He started to put some cream on her lower back and relaxed a little, but Frankie put a stop to that by undoing the strap behind her and letting the bikini top drop to her lap. Keeping her back to him, she peered over her shoulder at him, coyly keeping her arms tucked in close and across her breasts to prevent him seeing them. "The straps...the cream...on the straps" she offered. " ...and you can't see anything from back there anyway...can you?" He shook his head, smiling at her and continued with a deep breath. As he rubbed the cream into her lower back she relaxed a little and as he went on, she let her arms fall to her sides, then leaned forward slightly to put her elbows on her knees. This gave Jake a better angle to do her lower back, but it also gave him a view of the side of one breast. She had been right, he really couldn't see anything from there, and it was after all, just one friend doing a favour for another wasn't it? There wasn't anything sexual in this was there? He didn't feel 'that way' about her. Then why did he have a hard-on? He caught a glimpse of movement to his side, it was Frankie's reflection in the computer monitor that had turned to black screen. There reflected was the complete side of Frankie's breast. He could see the small dark nipple sitting at the point of a large naked breast, its tip erect and protruding, probably from the cooler air, her thought. He shifted his gaze around the room and low and behold, not 5 feet in front of the two of them, was Frankie's reflection in the flat screen TV, both breasts in full view reflecting their size, their lovely curves and the two small erect dark nipples that were pointing rigidly at him through the reflection. Also reflected there was Frankie's stare, right into his eyes. He saw her smile as their eyes met. He tried to extricate himself once more. "Ok... that's as far as I can reach." He said as he put the bottle of cream on the table. Not to be outdone, she reached to the side and undid the knot in the sarong and let the back drop to the chair revealing the upper half of her bottom, her butt crack and an uninterrupted line of skin from her back, along her thigh to her knees' she wasn't wearing any panties at all! He almost choked as he swallowed, but picked up the cream and rubbed some more cream down lower. Saved by the bell, his mobile telephone rang and he wiped his hands and answered it. It wasn't anything important, but as he hung up he said he had to go. Jake thought he could see a touch of disappointment in her eyes. He turned from her and pulled the sarong up for her as she stood and tied it over her breasts. He jiggled his hard-on to a more comfortable position and let his shirt fall to cover it and made his apologies and left. Jake lay in bed that night smiling and thinking of the events of the evening. He was a little shy, for sure, but she must have been putting it out there mustn't she? Or was it all innocent? Should he have made a play or touched her breasts more? If he had have, where would it have gone from there? Was he prepared to go there? He couldn't answer those questions without leaning to the no side, but he was sure that he was turned on by her overt sexuality. The massaging of her skin as he rubbed the cream in certainly made the nerve ending in his fingers react, and the tissue of her breasts under his hands was incredibly sensual. He replayed the images in his mind as he lay there, one hand gently squeezing his penis as it hardened. He imagined leaning around her and feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands, how they might feel against his fingers, how the nipples might feel as the hard nubs pressed into the palms of his hands. His cock was hard now, as one hand moved up and down its length in the way born of familiarity. His mind replayed all the images he had of her, at lunch, in the 'outfit' out at the car, her breasts rubbing against his arm as he tutored. The pleasure at his loins was building... then the phone rang and startled him. He answered it quickly...it was Frankie. "Hi," he said a little breathlessly. "I was just thinking about you." "Really...and you're all breathless...that's nice." "Oh...er.. no...I ...er...just got into bed...and ...er...was...sweeping the floor" he lied. "Oh..right..."came the disbelieving reply, "In bed...thinking of me...all breathless, what's a girl to think? " she asked pointedly. "So what can I do for you?" Jake asked, more to change the subject than anything else, but then regretted his choice of words the instant they had left his lips. "Mmmm... what a lovely leading question...but I was just ringing to apologise for today. I'm a big flirt and a tease and I like having fun, and let's be honest, I like sex. ....and the way you left so quickly, I thought perhaps I had done or said something that might have upset you or offended you ...or something." "No...no.." he answered quickly, then went on to fabricate some story about a work colleague urgently needing a file he had on his computer. She seemed to accept the response and they talked for a while, laughed a little, exchanged a couple of recipes, but there was always that undertone, that electric awareness. They had talked for almost an hour, their voices getting softer as they both became a little tired. A long silence ensued. "I'm in bed too!" she offered, her voice now soft and deeper, not playful. Jake's body responded to that little snippet. "Do you sleep naked?" she asked out of the blue. "Well...yes...all the time...and you?" "Definitely...I can't stand the feel of things wrapping me up when I sleep, I like to move." "I know what you mean." Jake answered, his mind now creating images of her naked in bed with the phone tucked into her ear. There was another silence; perhaps she was doing the same, he thought. "I love the feeling of clean sheets after I have changed the bed linen, and you have a long hot shower and hop into bed...it feels...I don't know...really nice on your skin" "I know..." was all Jake could offer as a reply. "I got one of those oil based soaps to help with the sunburn and it did really well, my skin feels so soft and smells nice too." Her voice was soft and dreamy. "OK...good" Jake answered, his body now fully responded at the images in his head. "The red skin on my chest that hurt this evening...it feels so smooth and soft now...mmm... and my stomach too...very...velvet like." Jake's imagination was running wild, wondering if she was actually touching the things she was talking about. Images leapt into his mind, while his free hand went to his hard cock. He let out a long silent breath, but not silent enough. "Are you ok?" she asked, "or are you thinking about my soft skin?" "er...well... a little..but.." "Only a little?...I must be slipping. Maybe you should be thinking about me touching my soft skin.....because...that's what I'm doing." she replied softly, before he could ask the question. He wasn't sure whether she meant what he thought she meant or whether she was just touching her stomach...perhaps. "Oh...OK...is it soft and smooth?...does it feel nice?" was all he could manage, and he cursed himself. "Mmmm, yessss..." she almost hissed. Jake's hand was working up and down his cock. He was trying to do it without letting on he was doing it. Here was a woman that was very overtly sexual, but he wasn't sure if he might offend her if he came out and said that he was running his hand up and down his cock in pleasure at the thought of her naked touching.. "This soap has made everything smooth. I can feel my legs are really smooth... I shaved them in the shower...as well as..." her voice trailed off with a soft sigh. Jake's mind instantly created the image of Frankie shaving her pussy in the shower. He thought he could hear her breathing a little deeper, her voice now soft and a little husky in his ear. The next image was of her hand on her pussy, right now, naked on her bed, talking to him. He was very aroused and his own attentions were bringing him close to an orgasm, yet he wasn't sure if he wanted this to go 'all the way'. It would be a big line that would be crossed if he did. There would be expectations if he had sex with this woman over the phone, which he was sure it was leading towards. Frankie's breathing was as labored as his own, and he was sure she was doing things, unseen things, right now in her own bed. The sexual pleasure of that thought was spurring him onwards, yet the doubt in his mind was holding him back, thinking beyond the now, the instant gratification. What would be the consequences? Again, he thought perhaps honesty would be the appropriate response here, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Whew...Is it getting warm in here, or is it just me?" Jake started. "Very warm here..." Frankie breathed, "... and it's also very..." "Perhaps it 's too warm...Perhaps we should cool things down a little." Jake interrupted softly before she could say 'wet'. He was sure if she did, he might not be able to stop himself. "Really?" came the puzzled response. "Yes... as lovely as this is, and as 'warming' as it is...or might become...perhaps we should take things a little ...slower" he offered weakly. "You sounded like you were...enjoying yourself." She countered softly. "I ...I...was..." he stammered, cursing himself for not being as quiet as he thought he had been, "I...I...just feel like...I need to get to know you better...before we...you know...before anything...happens ...and its late, and...." "Hmmm...a thoughtful man...very nice...rare, but very nice all the same. As I said earlier, I have to admit to being a little...out there." her voice still soft but tinged with disappointment. Almost Melting the Frost Pt. 01 "It's just that...how do I explain it?... I need to get to know someone before I...well... you know...do anything. It's about how I feel for someone, not just about...the physical." "That's refreshing...for a man anyway" she chided playfully, "So...you've never had casual sex?" she asked. "No...I've tired, but...it just doesn't happen...and I don't judge anyone that does...hell, sometimes I wished I could..." "With me?.." she teased "Yes ...with you...but..." "OK..."she replied as if she had made a decision, "I would like us to be friends...I would like us to have casual sex, but I don't want to push you into anything. I can't promise not to flirt and tease, and it has been a long time since anyone has turned me down...in fact I don't think anyone ever has before...hmmm..that's a problem....but...I have to admit that a relationship at this point in time doesn't ...isn't what I was looking for... but I would like us to be friends...close friends...friends with benefits...if you take my meaning" she added, obviously grinning at the other end of the phone. "So...you get some sleep and we can talk about this next week when you come round to help me with my maths...if you still want to." she asked hopefully. "Yes..." he replied "I still want to...tutor you" he added, deliberately delaying the last part of the sentence. " They bade each other goodnight, and Jake laid in the dark of his room thinking about Frankie. She was a very sexual woman, very sensual, had a great sense of humour and of playfulness, her forthrightness a godsend to his shyness, yet her parting words troubled him somewhat. If she didn't want a relationship, just casual sex, and he couldn't do casual sex without a relationship, was there any hope for them? Was there any point getting to know her better? What if he found that he got to a point where he had feelings for her, sufficient to want to make love to her, and she only wanted a bit of fun, a fling? A catch 22 situation he thought. The following tutorial session went completely without a hitch; Frankie was covered from neck to toe in a white long-sleeved shirt, jeans and even runners and socks. There were no flirtations nor 'accidental' leanings over, nor any improper statements or double entendres. When Jake got into bed that night the phone rang again, it was Frankie. "So how was that?"she asked. "Well...if I have to be honest...it was...good...safe...we got lots of good work done...but a bit boring" he admitted, "...and not as much fun as usual." "Really?...great...does this mean I can go back to being me again?" "Of course you can, don't be silly...but don't be upset if I ...you know...don't react the way you... think I might...or should...or...whatever." he stammered. "Speaking of reactions, as we were, I want to give you something in return for all this help. I want to do something for you, anything at all... so spill...tell me what you would like me to do for you...come on..." She said very evenly. Jake wondered if she really meant 'anything' but given their last phone conversation, he felt sure she did. Jake's mind spiraled through all the wrong pictures in his head that might answer that, but he settled on something he thought harmless. "Ok...here it is. I like drawing with pencils and stuff, and I like to draw buildings and people and scenery, but I am not that good at drawing people's hands and feet, so at the end of all this, I would like to have you model your hands and feet for me to draw." "Just my hands and feet?" she teased, "surely I could model..ME...I've never had anyone draw me before." "Just your hands and feet would be good." He replied firmly. "Ok...We'll see." She answered. Only, Jake wasn't sure what she meant by that. The next three weeks were a blur of work, tutoring Frankie and Jake being teased by her. She took every opportunity to brush past him, lean over his shoulder with one breast close to his face, her face close to his, and then there were the phone calls. She would ring him when she had climbed into bed, naked, and would talk with him, but the conversation always turned finally towards sex. Jake couldn't complain, here was this sexy, sexual woman coming onto him, and truth be told he was enjoying the teasing despite the frustration and ache in his testicles from the many hours of hard-ons he had from their chats. The last phone call was of particular interest, and was one of the shortest. "When you come over this afternoon, bring your pencils and stuff....I did it!...We did it!...I passed! When he arrived at her house with his pencils and paper, she was in high spirits as she offered him a celebratory glass of wine. She was in a frilly colourful skirt and a t-shirt that had a wide neck and hung off one shoulder. Frankie showed him the certificate with a great deal of pride. She gave him a kiss in congratulations. It was on the lips, and lingered a second or too. She was really excited. This was the last of the subjects she needed to complete her final year of high school, albeit quite a few years behind, and she had expected it to be a long slog or a lost cause. She had managed a C -65% for the unit, her previous best for Mathematics a dismal F-35%. She felt confident going into the exam and that was half the battle, she told Jake. She looked down at his drawing book and his small pencil case. "Right then...time to pay the piper" she said smiling, finishing her drink, and pouring another for them both. "Now where would you like to have me?" Jake cocked one eyebrow at her and she laughed. Unsure, he sat her down at the table and had her hands sitting on the table and started to draw them, Frankie still pleased with the certificate arriving and talking about it. Jake drew them, changed the angles of them and started to draw again. Frankie was very animated in her conversation, and kept moving her hands as she spoke and sipped her wine. He had her sit with one hand across her lap and the other hanging down, each drawing only taking a few minutes just to get form and perspective. He moved on to her feet as she was still waving her hands around as she spoke. He had her put one foot up on the table, then both of them tucked up on the chair in front of her. He concentrated hard on getting the line of the ankle bone, the protrusions of the metatarsal bones, and the proportion of each toe and the instep. He had been drawing for about 30 minutes as she talked, but she seemed to be fidgeting more. He wanted her to put one leg straight out on a chair, but she put both on the chair and pulled her skirt all the way up, revealing almost her entire legs. "Draw these!" she said, almost like an order. He looked at her, and decided she might sit still if he was doing something she wanted, and he started to draw her legs. They were a lovely shape, not stick thin like many young women these days and he thought he could use the practice in getting upper and lower leg proportions right. He drew on for a minute or two in silence. He didn't notice her get up from the chair until she had snatched his book from him. "Let me see what you've done so far!" she said. Jake protested and tried to grab it from her but realised it wasn't worth damaging the drawing book getting it from her, despite the thought in his head of wrestling with her. Perhaps that's what she wanted. "Nobody has ever drawn before..." she added as she stared down at her legs and some messy drawings of her hands and feet. She turned back a few more pages and Jake turned a shade of red. On the page in front of both of them was a naked woman with her hands under her breasts, the next one was a naked woman from behind, and the one after that a naked woman on her hands and knees, butt facing the viewer, with everything on show. They were all shaded and curvaceous "Wow...these are good... so who have you had modeling for these?" she asked in mock jealousy, as she refilled their glasses. "They are copies of photos in some magazines I have." She leafed through some more finding a woman seated on the floor, legs wide open with one hand on her pussy. "These are hot..." she breathed, "...wanna draw me like this?" Her eyes were twinkling and there was a very mischievous look on her face as she turned it towards him. Jake looked at her as his mind went over her proposal. The movement in his trousers said yes, the alcohol was assisting agreeing as well, but his mind was thinking through things a little more. He had never drawn a real naked woman before, all his models had been two dimensional, from magazines. He couldn't really argue with the fact that to see more of her skin would interesting to say the least. His cock was midway through its growth and helping him lean in the right direction. He could use the practice, but he had to make sure it didn't lead anywhere...if that's the way it was going to work out. "You might find it boring..." he told her, "you would have to sit really still for me...and sit or move exactly as I tell you" "Oooh... sounds like fun!" she almost giggled in excitement. She stood up and started to unzip her skirt, but he stopped her and took a chair into the square of light on the carpet from the rays of the afternoon sun coming through the French windows. He beckoned her to sit, then pointed to her t-shirt as he gathered his things and brought them over. When he returned, she was sitting there naked from the waist up, unfazed by her semi-nakedness, and smiling invitingly towards Jake. He deliberately avoided looking at her, unsure if he could look her in the eyes and not have them drawn to her breasts that she had unashamedly exposed in the sunlit room. He sat down, fussing with his pencils and crossed one leg over the other to form a base for his drawing book, and to hide his hardening cock, and only then he proceeded to allow himself to look at her from head to waist. She was sitting up very straight, her hands clasped at her lap, her two lovely breasts jutting forward proudly as she arched her back slightly to best advantage. She had a huge grin on her face at Jake's obvious enjoyment and discomfort. Her eyes darted from his eyes down to his groin area trying to see if she was having any effect on him but it was too difficult to tell. Jake tried to ignore the rising in his jeans and concentrate on drawing her torso. The light through the window was throwing lovely shadows across her body as the rises and falls of her skin gave good light and shade for him to capture. Despite sitting in the warn sunlight, Frankie's nipples were hard and erect, their areola tightly puckered around them. Her chest was rising and falling a bit more than normal, Jake noted, and there was a certain hazy yet concentrated gaze in her eyes. He drew quickly under her stare, and the rise in his jeans continued. He drew on for 5 minutes and saw that she was fidgeting. He looked at her moving and he couldn't quite make out if she was just uncomfortable or if she was grinding her pussy into the seat. She was obviously getting bored he thought, and asked her to move. He got her to put both wrists between her legs, making her arms come together and press her breasts forward. She smiled at this one, and grinned with renewed fervour as she saw the outcome of it. Jake drew on again for a few more minutes, but before he knew it, she was at his side again looking over his shoulder, her swaying dangling breasts so enticingly close to his face. They were so close, he could feel the heat from her, see the fine little hairs that emanated from her skin, and what shocked him the most was that he thought he could smell the scent of her arousal, a light yet sweet muskiness. Frankie admired the work, despite Jake's hands shaking, but he was sure that from the angle she was over his shoulder, she would have no trouble discerning his hard-on trying to press its way from its confinement. "What do you want to draw next?" she burst out in excitement. She reached for the side of her skirt, looking him on the eye as if for permission. Jake opened his mouth to make a suggestion but she took it as a positive sign and undid the zip, allowing the skirt to fall to the floor in a fraction of a second. She stood before him in only her light blue cotton panties, the curve of her butt and the length of her leg adding to Jake's frustration. Her nipples were hard and protruding and her breasts rose and fell as her breathing was a little laboured. He could see the beginnings of a flush to her face, but he thought perhaps that was from sitting in the sunlight. Jake had her sit with her back to him, straddled across the chair and proceeded to draw her back. Partially turned, he could see the swell of one side of her breasts as she leaned her arms against the back of the chair. She wasn't as pleased with this position as she wasn't able to see Jake's reaction and wasn't able to tease him as much. Jake drew the intricacies of her back muscles, the spine and the muscles as they molded to her posture; it was an excellent position for drawing and gave his hard-on some relief so it wasn't as pressing against his jeans. "You have a lovely back." He offered. "What about my front? Didn't you like that?" she grinned. "Oh...I ...er...didn't mean that your...er...front wasn't." he stammered, not expecting her response. She grinned, happy that she still had him flustered. She lowered her head to her arms and seemed to sit quietly for a time, Jake caught up in his drawing, well, as much as he could be with this very sexy almost naked woman in front of him. "It's uncomfortable!" she said out of the blue, and stood up to remove her cotton panties which she dropped to the floor and then reseated herself in the same position, but now totally naked. From this angle Jake could see her naked back leading down to the curves of her bottom that hung over the front edge as she straddled the chair backwards. He could see all of one side of her, one breast hanging deliciously, its nipple hard and protruding. He wondered if it ached like his cock was now, trying to burst its way out of his jeans. Frankie laid her forehead down on one arm on the back of the chair, the one closest to Jake so that her breast was completely visible. Jake tried to draw, but was mesmerized by the lithe naked body in the sunlight. His breathing had become more intense as Frankie's appeared to be. Frankie's head was down, looking down at the chair, or perhaps her breasts, Jake thought, relieved that she wasn't looking at him, as his hard-on was becoming difficult to hide regardless of the position of his legs. He shifted his chair around to get a better side on view...then found what Frankie was looking at. Unseen by Jake in his previous position, Frankie had put her other arm down, the hand now between her legs making rhythmic movements. Jake froze, in both amazement and arousal. He saw the hand move almost imperceptibly, but move just the same. He saw Frankie's breasts start to rise and fall some more, and he saw Frankie biting her bottom lip trying not to make any sounds. She saw him from the corner of her eye and removed her hand from her pussy very quickly, looking up at Jake like a kid who had been caught with its hand in the biscuit jar. She blushed slightly. "Sorry...but I couldn't help it..."she breathed haltingly, " This is such a turn on...I'm so... this is making me...really...horny...with you drawing me...being here...naked, and you with your clothes on...its very sensual...and.. "she looked down again, apologetic, yet aroused, "...so wet!" she said finally as she brought her hand up for Jake to see it glisten in the sunlight. Jake didn't know where to look. Frankie was obviously very turned on, and he had to admit that from the ache between his own legs, that he was too. Despite his cock leading him along, her words from the other night rang in his head about not wanting a relationship and just wanting casual sex, causing Jake some indecision. Did she say that to appease him and not frighten him off? Did she have any feelings for him? Did he have sufficient feelings for her that this might go somewhere? Jake wasn't sure. He thought perhaps he needed to bring this session to an end, but his hard cock and the alcohol, and perhaps deep down inside, his enjoyment of seeing her naked, seemed to make him stumble and he asked her to change position, hoping it would relieve the tension and alleviate their dilemma. He was wrong. She got up off the chair to get another drink for herself and for the first time, Jake saw her completely naked. He saw her in shadow as she walked to the table, but in full sunlight as she walked back. Her body wasn't lean, but it wasn't fat. She had large breasts and a very curvaceous figure. His eyes were drawn to the thin triangle of hair between her thighs that covered her pussy. He was surprised that someone as 'with it' sexually wasn't shaved, and it was a pleasant surprise. His mind wandered to the magazines he had at his house where all the models were completely shaved bare, and it dawned on him that with the trend for young women to shave themselves, many a young man wouldn't know the true vision or delight of a natural pussy. She caught him looking at her sparse curly hair, and smiled. "Wanna draw that next?" she said with a cheeky grin, and a voice that was a little softer and husky. As she neared the chair, he saw a small slick wet patch on the edge of the chair. Jake had her sit upright again as she had with her skirt on, trying to diffuse the situation, but she was having none of it. She sat upright at first and then as Jake settled in with his drawing book firmly covering his aching, leaking cock, she allowed herself to slide forwards with her legs outstretched. One hand held the wine glass, while the other covered her pussy. With toes pointed and ankles together, Jake thought this would be an excellent pose, and said so, and proceeded to try and concentrate on the drawing. 5 minutes passed as he drew, his concentration almost succeeding in getting the previous images from his head. Jake looked down at his drawing, the legs drawn stretched forward, then he looked back at Frankie, and the two weren't the same any more. Frankie's legs weren't together, and her hand wasn't just covering her pussy, it was cupping it. Her eyes burned in on his, with a flushed smile. He looked back at her pussy as her middle finger disappeared inside herself and her breasts were moving up and down even more as she breathed harder. "Anytime you want to, just step on over here." She rasped. Jake ignored her with great difficulty and kept on drawing, concentrating on the sunlight and shade across her breasts. Sure, he thought sarcastically, that will help. Each time he looked back to her for reference, it seemed that her legs were further apart. He was amazed; she was sitting in front of him naked, masturbating, playing with herself. His cock was rock hard and aching, fluid was leaking from its tip leaving a visible damp patch on his jeans, but he wasn't sure if he actually wanted to start something with a woman that only wanted sex, not a relationship. His confusion and inaction had her continuing to escalate the situation before him. Why didn't he just say something? Why didn't he stop her? If he was so high and mighty in his beliefs, why was he even here? He had been in this dilemma once before and had given in, given in to the point of sliding his cock into a woman that had him so aroused, only to have his hard-on fade away as the realization of the actual consequences of his actions took hold. Not only was it embarrassing, it was very awkward and difficult to explain. But something was holding him there despite his internal protestations. He smiled inwardly at the cartoons he had seem as a lad with a tiny angel on one shoulder and a miniature devil on the other, fighting each other, it seemed weird, but very apt in this situation. Almost Melting the Frost Pt. 01 Frankie took his smile to be an affirmation of her actions and spread her legs even wider. Jake looked down at her sexual centre and found it open and glistening in the semi sunlight it was in. Frankie was obviously very aroused as her pussy lips were puffy and swollen. The lips seemed engorged, almost like a man's penis when aroused, and the two lips were sitting parted, a small bead of fluid having drizzled down between the cheeks of her butt. Frankie drained her wine, placing the glass on the floor and brought both hands to her pussy, opening it, playing with it, teasing it and Jake at the same time. Her breasts were rising and falling in time with her breathing, mesmerizing Jake. "Don't you want to come and play with it?" she asked, "..coz if you don't, I might just have to make myself....cum." her breathing becoming harder as one finger circled her now visible clit. Jake stared at her brazenly now, drinking in the image before him. It was very arousing, very sexy, but he remained seated enjoying what was in front of him. He had never seen anyone do this in all the time he was married or all the time since then. He watched, transfixed, as Frankie caressed one breast, pulled at the nipple slightly with one hand as the other moved with more purpose between her wet open lips. Her eyes continued to burn into his as she worked on herself. Both nipples were now being pulled and twisted quite forcefully as Frankie's other hand almost became a blur on her clit. "This... is such a turn on..." she rasped as she caressed her clit with abandon, moving ever closer to her climax, "...are...you just...going to...sit there...and let me...cum?" she almost pleaded. Her hips were bucking on the edge of the chair, Jake's eyes unable to move away from the scene. Frankie's hand moved quickly and expertly over her pussy, two fingers inside and her thumb over her clit. She let out a deep moan and the bucking of her hips increased, as did the length of her nipples as she pulled on them quite hard. Jake saw a lot of wet slick fluid running down below her pussy and inner thighs. With Frankie's, legs this wide, he could see the pink rosebud of her ass as it was coated with her pussy juices. She looked across at his crotch. "Show me!" she ordered breathlessly, small noises coming rhythmically from her. Jake knew she was very close. Jake stood up and put his drawing book by his side. He made no movement to get his aching cock from his jeans, but stood there showing her its 7 inch length firm and hard as it snaked down his trouser leg, its length visible and made larger by the layer of tight denim over it. She stared at it, and increased her movement. Jake thought she was probably imagining it doing things to her, seeing as it wasn't doing them in real life. Her sighs and moans were starting to come faster, their pitch increasing with each thrust of her hips pressing against her own hand. "Fuck...this...is...such... a ...fucking...turn on... you had...better...get your... cock...or your face...down here...right...fucking...now...before...I..." A long deep moan escaped from somewhere deep inside her as she reached the start of her orgasm. "Fuuuuuuck..." she moaned as the pleasure gripped her. Her legs squeezed together forcing her fingers deeper inside, yet the thumb continued to move. Jake saw her face contort with pleasure as her stomach clenched; the waves of pleasure sweeping over her. Frankie's hips bucked in time with the waves that went on for some time, accompanied by deep groans of pleasure that turned to sweet sighs as the pleasure subsided. She was splayed out on the chair looking up into his eyes as she caught her breath. She looked up at Jake still standing near her, the outline of his cock clearly visible in his jeans, highlighted by a much larger circle of wetness at its tip as it leaked his arousal. "Oh fuck...that was amazing..."she breathed hard, "naked in front of you, here by the window...you...so...unattainable...watching me...fucking myself with my fingers...,mmm... and the look of lust in your eyes...fuuuck that was a real turn on...whew..." she added. She reached towards him and ran her palm deliciously over Jake's rock hard cock. He allowed himself a few seconds of the pleasure as she moaned deep inside her at its heat and its hardness, before stepping back away from her outstretched hand. "I should go..." he said calmly, more calm than he felt inside. "Going to go home and take care of that are you?" she asked a little disappointedly. He smiled, gathering his things and headed towards the front door. She followed, completely naked to the front door. "Thanks for letting me...you know...draw you...and...everything..." "The pleasure really was all mine..." she laughed, "...but you don't have to go if you don't want...the bedroom is right down the hall" she pointed. "I have to go..." he replied, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek. Frankie turned her head at the last minute, kissing him fully on the mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her naked body against him, searching for that hardness she knew was still there. Her tongue buried itself in his mouth as she had hoped his cock would have done to her. Jake responded to the touch, the kiss, the pressure of the naked body against him. His hands roamed her back, enjoying the tactile thrill of a post orgasmic glow to Frankie's skin. He found himself grinding in towards Frankie as she pressed urgently against him. He felt his resistance to her starting to crumble. He started to envisage her naked beneath him as he rose and fell upon her. He started to imagine the taste of that sweet muskiness that was drifting up to his nostrils from the aroused wetness of her pussy. Jake broke from her grasp, pulled his mouth reluctantly from hers, and repeated his previous sentence. "I have to go..." Jake walked out into the cool evening that had drifted in and headed towards his car. He turned to look over his shoulder, and found Frankie standing completely naked at her front door, care free of anyone who might be watching her, He heard her voice come out into the darkening sky towards him. "I'll get you yet Jake Frost...you wait and see..." Almost Melting the Frost Pt. 02 This is Part 2 of the story and should be read in sequence. As with the first part of this story, this is in the most part, a true story, based mostly on real occurrences, with a small amount of poetic licence, and of course, the names have been changed to protect the guilty. This is the continuing story of the man with a conscience and scruples and starts two weeks after the last story finished. Jack ------------------------------------------------ Jake picked up the phone on the third ring. "Hi you.." he heard Frankie's voice say across the line, "Where've you been?" she asked lightly. "Here and there." "Well, I know you've been there, but you've not been here!" Frankie said with a laugh. "Just busy with stuff, kids, school, and then there's work." "Oh...Ok... I was just curious how the drawings turned out, have you been playing with them?" Jake heard Frankie smiling in her voice as she played on the double entendre, and couldn't help smiling himself. "If you mean have I been refining them and improving them, then yes." He replied. There was a silence between them for what seemed like ages, but was a mere few seconds. "It's...just... I wanted to apologise, for coming ...well not for cumming.." she laughed nervously, " but for coming on strong...like that... hope I didn't embarrass you." Jake was glad that she rang and even more so that she had broached the subject that had had him uneasy about it, the very reason they hadn't spoken for two weeks. "No...that's ok... despite what you might think...it was all good...very good...I..." his voice trailed off. "Hey.." she said lightly, "Why don't you come over on Friday night...I promise to be good... and you can bring the drawings over and show me...and we can...you know... relax...and...talk." Jake felt a certain dread. When a woman wanted to talk, that meant there was something to worry about. "No...I can't on Friday, I'm taking the kids to the Movies...They're going to their Mother's for the weekend so Saturday afternoon would be ok." "Ok...I suppose I'll see you then...then" "Yeah...sure" They made their goodbyes and hung up. Jake wondered what it was that she wanted to 'talk' to him about. Frankie was an 'in your face' kind of woman and so he worried why she wanted to talk to him face to face rather than say things on the phone. Saturday rolled around fairly quickly, and after the gathering of the kids things together and the rare parting with his children to their Mother for the weekend, he allowed himself to think of what might happen that afternoon. At home, he took out Frankie's drawings and fussed over them, adding a line here, a shading there. He was still having trouble with her feet and hands, but the proportions were right. He had managed to capture the shape of her breasts and the curve of her bottom. He had flattered her a little in the thickness of her upper thighs, but then he didn't know a woman who didn't think her thighs could do with being a little thinner. He brought an image to his mind of a naked Frankie and compared it to the drawings and it was pretty close, but no portrait. If he was to have an exhibition, only someone that was intimately involved with her would know that it was in fact actually her. Was that what he was, he wondered? Intimately involved? He supposed it to be true, after all, he had seen her naked, more than naked, and he had sat with a raging hard-on as she played with herself, while she masturbated, and orgasmed very strongly in fact. His final drawing had given him the most trouble in its retouching. He smiled at the word, 'retouching', amused that it was used in conjunction with the image of Frankie with her legs stretched wide and her hand on her pussy. His mind had recalled that image many times over the last two weeks, the first time was the night it happened, when he was alone in bed, and he had relieved the pressure with the use of his own hand while replaying that image of her cumming in front of him. His eyes refocused on the drawing in front of him, aware that Frankie would want to see this particular one. He had initially started to draw her with her ankles together, but that wasn't the image he ended up capturing. The drawing before him, was of a woman with her legs wide open, knees bent, with one hand deep within her pussy and the other pulling hard on her nipple. Everything was in explicit detail. That's how he remembered the image. As he drove to Frankie's place, his mind was awash with what their meeting might be about, worried what she had to say. That was all washed away as he pulled up in front of Frankie's house and saw a white Volvo parked in Frankie's drive. Frankie opened her front door for him as he approached it. "Hi..." she said with a big smile, a smile that broadened even further when she saw his drawing book under his arm. Jake looked back over his shoulder enquiringly to the Volvo. "Oh...that's ok...Eric's here." She said matter-of-factly. Jake's mind cast itself back through their conversations, trying to remember if she had mentioned an Eric. Great, he thought, the ex-husband is here and I've got naked pictures of his wife under my arm. He didn't recall hearing her mention his name and rather hoped it was a guy she might have picked up or one of her many friends at least. The living room was empty when he entered, placing his drawing book on the computer desk while his eyes searched for the first signs of a strange man in the house. He heard footsteps coming from the kitchen as Eric stepped into the room carrying a tray with three glasses on it, and Jake realised he had done it again. Eric was quite tall, about Jake's height, short blonde hair, and Amazonian in stature, the curves of her breasts accentuated by a skin tight v-necked t-shirt. "Hi...I'm Eric...Erica," she said, putting the tray on the small table and shaking Jake's hand. Frankie saw the confusion in Jake's eyes and she giggled towards Erica. "It's just a little game we play..." Erica broke in, "I'm Eric and she's Frank... we use each other's male names to ward off guys that give us a hard time." She added, joining Frankie in her giggling. Jake noticed a wedding ring on Erica's hand as he shook it and wondered if that too was a ploy. "Let's see the drawings then." piped up Frankie. Jake grabbed his drawing book, nudging the computer mouse which disengaged the screen saver on Frankie's computer. Staring back at Jake was a picture of a smiling woman with streams of cum over her face, neck and breasts; the two women giggled again behind him. "Oh don't mind that," Frankie said, coming up to close it down, "We were just checking out...er... some subjects of interest." They both giggled again. She returned to the couch taking her drink and seating herself down on one end, patting the middle and gesturing to Jake. Jake looked at her, then to Erica and back, his eyes revealing a little nervousness. "It's ok...Erica is my closest friend...my best-est buddy... we have no secrets... absolutely NONE!" she said earnestly, "I tell her everything, and I mean EVERYTHING." "I live vicariously through her." Erica said offhandedly. Jake sat himself down next to Frankie, and they were joined by Erica on his other side. He felt like a man sandwich, with Erica's large frame to his left and Frankie's large breasts to his right. He noted for the first time that the ragged sleeve opening of her cut off t-shirt was displaying almost the entire side of one of her unconfined breasts. Frankie noticed him looking at her, but made no movement other than to smile at him. "Start at the front...start at the front!" Frankie almost squealed, "...show her some of your other ones first!" Jake held the large A3 spiral book on his lap and opened it from the front. The drawings were of lots of different things, buildings, landscapes, one of his daughter that didn't capture her features, then there were a few body parts on the next one. Frankie was excited turning these pages over, trying to get to the naked ones. Jake thought he would feel embarrassed, and he supposed he was, a tiny bit, but they both made very appreciative noises while looking at the ones he had drawn from his Men's magazines. Frankie let Erica have a look at the magazine ones posed sexually, and their eyes met, smiling. "How do you get the natural shading?" Erica enquired, giving Jake some relief from the building tension as they neared Frankie's drawings. "I use a cotton tip, you know, the little sticks with the cotton wool on the end, like you take your makeup off with." Erica nodded. "I use it to smudge the 2B or 6B lead around the edges, pressing lighter as the shade gets lighter. These ones from the magazines are ok, but you don't get that graduation of light and shade with the set lighting, natural light gives much better shadows. Like this one." Jake said as he looked for the one of Frankie drawn from behind but his finger picked up one page too many and he opened to the drawing of Frankie, with her head thrown back, nipple stretched and one hand on her pussy between wide open legs. Frankie drew in a sharp breath as she took the book from him, staring down at herself. Jake saw the redness rising in her cheeks as she looked at it. Erica leaned over to get a better look as Jake stammered his resistance. He became very aware of Erica's breasts so close to his face as she tried to get a better look. The two women got up from the couch and went to the table, side by side. Frankie had her hand to her mouth, which was open in shock. "Wow." was all she could say. "Wow in deed..."added Erica, "You told me it was a pretty racy modeling session, but this...this is beyond modeling... this is pornographic...you go girl!" The redness deepened in Frankie's face, and Jake thought that curious, given her overt sexuality. Erica broke the silence that had fallen. "You look incredibly sexy, and he's caught the shape of your ass perfectly, and the angle of your breasts" she mused, admiringly turning the different pages in front of Frankie. Jake couldn't help wonder how she was so familiar with Frankie's body...what was the term he used before?...intimately involved? He shook the typically obvious 'male' thought away about them being involved, and realised that as best-est friends, as Frankie had described them, they would have had opportunities to see each other's bodies in change rooms or getting ready to go out together. "Perhaps I should get you to draw me!" Erica added, drawing looks from both Jake and Frankie. The phone rang before any further comment, and Frankie went to answer it. It was her 'daughter's-father' as she referred to him as. She told the pair that she had to go drop something off for her, and that would be back in about 10 minutes. Jake and Erica slowly struck up a conversation after she left, a very easy, non-threatening conversation. Jake found out that she was indeed married, to a plumber, they had two small kids, and that Erica had known Frankie since High School, which was more years ago than she cared to remember. Both had been tear-aways as girls, and they tortured the boys mercilessly with their growing bodies. Jake got the feeling that there was more there than just a school relationship, but then assumed that a lot of water had gone under the bridge since school and that this was only the tip of the iceberg. Frankie's key turned in the door and she entered while the two of them were sitting at the table opposite each other, obviously deep in discussion. "What are you two doing? Not talking about me are you? What have you been telling him?" she eyed Erica with a mock stern look. It was almost like the changing of the guards, as Frankie came into the family room; Erica got up and made her apologies to have to head home and feed the family, and left rather abruptly. This left Jake and Frankie...alone...the very things Jake had been dreading on his arrival. He fidgeted and made small talk, Frankie becoming unusually quiet. Jake filled the void with inane conversation about Erica, about his kids. "There's something I want to ask you." Frankie broke in. Here it comes thought Jake. "You're serious aren't you?... about not having casual sex" she went on. "Yes" "Is there something...wrong with me?" she looked down at the table. "No, of course not" Jake offered, reaching out and squeezing her hand "You're very sexy, sensual, a very attractive woman." "I'm fat...and a slut..." she spat, interrupting Jake. "You're not either of those things..."Jake allowed, " you're a real woman, with real curves, not some stick with matchstick legs and no boobs, and the fact that you like sex makes you as normal as the next person...it's me that has the problem." "But...the other day...when I was..." she tapped the drawing that Erica had left open, the one with Frankie enjoying herself, "...You didn't...do anything.... I've never had...seen a guy not...you know...leap at such an opportunity so to speak. It's hard to believe that you didn't...get involved...just a bit strange, that's all." Jake took a deep breath, and tried to organise his thoughts in his mind. "Look, you know you had an effect on me, you saw it in my jeans, you made me stand up and show you, and you must have seen how scribbled all my drawings were, with my hands shaking?" "Really?" she seemed heartened. "Yes...it took all my concentration not to just sit and stare at you...from the minute I started drawing you...you're a very attractive woman, and your open sexuality, your ...what...sexual honesty is as refreshing as it is arousing." Frankie smiled. "Then why didn't you....?" She asked. "Believe me...the wine and my other head wanted me to...but despite the old joke about men having two heads but only enough blood to fill one at a time, I knew that if I did...get involved as you put it...that it would all come to nothing." She looked up into his eyes. Jake went on, reiterating his perhaps old fashioned position. "I just find it hard to have casual sex...although 'hard' is the opposite of what it is if I try." He smiled to lighten the tone, "I don't know what it is, it's just the ...the sex act, for want of a better term...to me it's an extension of how you feel, its making love...not having sex... I know that sounds odd, and I don't think badly about anyone that does...hey, that's most people if they had the chance...and I have to admit to having a very active imagination, and a porn collection, and yes..I do...you know... masturbate... but...shit, I don't know, it just doesn't work, I'm not wired like that." He squeezed her hand, and looked into her eyes. She seemed a bit happier knowing that it wasn't her. They sat quietly for a minute. "I'm going to a club tonight, would you like to come." she asked as if they hadn't even had the previous conversation. Jake was confused. He had laid it out on the table for her right then and there, hoping she would let him know what she thought or what she felt about him...or them; or tell him something that would help him cope with this sexual creature that did strange things to his insides, that was getting under his skin, but who still professed to being fancy free. He wondered if she had invited him to take her out as part of an answer like going on a date or something. What she said next confused Jake even further. "You could be my chaperone if you liked!" "And just what would that involve?" Jake enquired blankly. "Well, it would involve you and me going to the nightclub, sort of as a couple, and you would watch over me...you know...sort of disappear when a cute guy was talking to me and then come and rescue me by pretending to be my boyfriend if a complete idiot was trying to chat me up." Jake was a little stunned, but heard himself agree to the proposal, perhaps more out of curiosity than masochism. They made the arrangements and Jake left to let her get ready, taking his drawing book and leaving. It wasn't until he was getting ready to go out that it dawned on him that he just might be being used, so she might be able to pick up a cute guy at the club. Then what? Would he get the flick because she had found a casual sex partner? Would he be dismissed for the night when that happened? Or was it another of her ploys to get him into bed? Her parting words after the drawing session two weeks ago played in his head, 'I'll get you yet, Jake Frost'. Two could play at that game. Jake arrived at Frankie's house and parked in her drive as they had planned to take a cab to the club. The front door was open and he called through it, not getting any response. He carefully entered, calling out as he did so. As he entered the hallway he heard the toilet flush and Frankie came out smoothing down the shortest skirt he had ever seen. He wondered if it was actually a skirt, or just a very wide belt, it was so short. Below the skirt was a long length of bare thigh before the tops of her knee length CFM boots, Come-Fuck-Me boots as they were known. As she turned to him he realised that not many men would get to see the boots as they wouldn't be able to draw their eyes away from Frankie's breasts. She wore a vibrant blue tube type top with thin spaghetti straps over the shoulders. The material of the top was so thin, he could see the fittings and seams of her strapless half cup bra that pushed almost the entire breast up and over the edge of the top, just stopping on the safe side of not being arrested. The wide expanse of neck, of back and of breasts was laid out there for all to see. There was a large space between her breasts, a cavity almost, formed by the jutting breasts and the tight top. Jake could see the lace and thin gauze of her white bra beneath. Jake particularly liked the curves and couldn't take his eyes from them for a second. His mouth must have been open as Frankie brought him back to Earth. "Wipe your chin Jake, or would you like to draw a picture?" The cab arrived and Jake held the door for her and smiled at Frankie. He hoped she would remember why he was doing it and she didn't disappoint him. She leaned well over and from his position above her, he could see right down between her breasts as she got in the car. Both large jiggling white breasts curved away from each other, and the whole top half of them threatened to jump out right there in the back seat of the taxi. He quickly shifted his gaze to her legs and was also rewarded with the complete thigh before him but he wasn't quick enough to see which underwear she had selected to match her white bra. They sat beside each other, and she placed a hand on his knee as they drove. She smiled at him and looked out of the window. She placed one of his hands on her knee, continuing to look at the houses as they passed. By bending her knee, she made Jake's hand slide a little further up her thigh, but Jake stopped it travelling any further. Frankie's hand appeared on top of his and gave it a light squeeze. He was very aware of the velvet skin under his fingertips, which were on the inner part of her thigh. Almost imperceptibly, with each bump, and each movement, the two hands found their way higher and higher up Frankie's thigh, a fraction of an inch at a time. Jake was painfully aware of it, painful because of the hardening beast inside his tight jeans he had elected to wear. Big mistake he thought. Frankie on the other hand, didn't seem to notice anything other than what was outside the window, yet he thought he could see the large expanse of flesh that was her breasts, rising and falling with her breathing a little more than when they got in the vehicle. The vehicle rounded a corner faster than was usual and Frankie's leg was thrown sideways; this allowed Frankie to guide Jake's hand almost right to the top of her inner thigh. Jake sat transfixed, keenly aware of where his and Frankie's hands were, but neither was making any moves to prevent it. He could feel the heat from her thigh in his hand, and an odd warmth near his little finger. He could also feel the heat from his hard cock against his leg as it grew down his trouser leg. One more bump and he was sure he would feel the soft material of Frankie's underwear. That bump came and his hand moved the last half inch until he felt pressure on his finger against her body. It was accompanied by small intake of breath from Frankie's lips and an open mouth of shock from Jake. His hand wasn't up against the material of her underwear; he could feel small tufts of her pubic hair against the side of his hand and the soft smoothness of her naked pussy against his finger. Jake froze, but the road construction leading to the night club had them bouncing up and down a little. Frankie continued to look out of the window, and neither person said anything, but Jake saw that Frankie appeared to be biting her lower lip as his hand, now somewhat firmly held against Frankie's pussy, moved up and down against her lips with the movement of the car over the bumps. Almost Melting the Frost Pt. 02 They finally stepped from the cab outside the club. Jake pulled the end of his untucked shirt down over his hard cock to hide it, and turned in time to be rewarded with another glorious view down Frankie's cleavage. She had a very knowing smile on her face, obviously quite pleased with herself following Jake's reaction and inaction in not removing his hand. Jake tried to walk nonchalantly into the club with her, but that was hard to do with 7 inches of rock hard cock threatening to become visible with one small puff of breeze, not to mention the possibility of a damp spot at the end. As he walked, the hardness wasn't made any easier by the feeling of coldness along the side of his hand. It was obviously wet from being up against Frankie pussy, but Jake wasn't sure if it was sweat or...something else. The club was noisy and smoky; the centre bar of one room was surrounded by high stools and was fairly light. The stools were also in use around old wooden beer barrels stood up to be makeshift tables around the outside of the room. Many people were starting to fill up this room and the noise of the music was overtaken by the loud murmurings of the those who were gathered there. This room led out to a larger, darker room where the music was even louder. It had a bar along one end and a dance floor occupied most of the space. It had a dazzling array of flashing and rotating lights on the ceiling giving the gyrating people on the dance floor a rather surreal look. The music was so loud that Jake could feel the pulse of the bass vibrate through him. He could barely hear himself think. He realised that it had been a long time since he had been to something like this...perhaps he was too old, he thought. Frankie and he had entered together, and she had stopped to visit the ladies room, this had given him the opportunity to visit his side of the stalls and re-arrange his now softening hard-on. By the time he had come out, Frankie was nowhere to be seen. Jake decided he would go back to the quieter bar and get a drink, it seemed like it would be a long night. As he entered the bar, he had reason to think that it might not be as long after all. As he rounded the bar, directly in front of him was Frankie perched atop one of the stools in her 'barely-there' mini skirt, legs crossed, showing the full length of her lovely thighs to all and sundry. Many a male eye was taking advantage of her thighs and from what he could see, one or two females as well. Jake could see the guy's eyes darting lustfully and hungrily between the expanses of thigh on display and the flesh that was the upper half of her breasts. She saw him coming towards her, and in true Sharon Stone "Basic Instinct" fashion, uncrossed and re-crossed her legs with him directly in line, flashing him her naked pussy. Not only wasn't she wearing any underwear at all, but she had shaved her lips. He caught a glimpse of pubic hair, but her lips were hair free. Two guys at Jake's elbow made very appreciative noises at what they had seen, but the look in Frankie's eyes was for Jake only. She seemed to enjoy his discomfort, his reaction, and reveled in the naughtiness of flashing him and as a bonus, everyone in line of sight, which was a few. Frankie beckoned him over. "Did you like that?" she breathed heavily into his ear. "Yes.." he replied, "so did all the guys standing next to me." "Really?...Bonus!... But it was meant just for you Jake!" She purred looking up at him. Jake smiled, looking straight down her cleavage, from above. "You don't have to sit here..." she said, looking past Jake to three guys eyeing her off from the bar, "...You can go into the dance floor and check out the young chics shaking all their bits...it's quite a sight. Just pop back here every now and then, but if you see me stroking my hair, that means the guy here is cute so keep walking but if I am pulling my skirt down, come and rescue me." Jake now knew where he stood. To his amazement, Frankie reached up and put her hand behind his head and pulled his face towards hers and kissed him lightly on the lips, her tongue just making contact with Jake's lips. As he went to stand back up straight, she whispered into his ear. "Do you like the view...of my tits? ... I wore this just for you." Now he wasn't sure of anything. He walked away in a daze, thinking perhaps it was the alcohol, but thought it was probably this woman. His next circuit saw Frankie chatting with two guys that had walked up after he had walked away, and he got the wave off signal as her hand adjusted her hair after their eyes met, so he went back to dance floor a little dejected. He wasn't sure why he felt dejected; he didn't have any feelings for her did he? Wasn't that why he wasn't sleeping with this woman? But what about the things she just said? Then he realised it wasn't him that was holding him back; it was her lack of desire to be in a relationship with him. He watched the young women 'shaking their booty' on the dance floor some more and while it was quiet fun and very interesting, he felt like a bit of an old letch. Some of these girls weren't much older than his daughter. As he walked back to the bar area away from the noise, he fell into stride with a woman who appeared to be in her late twenties. She was dressed to thrill and had nice legs and large breasts on show, not quite as much as Frankie, but out there just the same. He stopped at the door to allow her in first. She asked him the time as they entered and they exchanged a couple of sentences about it being a bit warm, needing a drink etc...just general chit chat. As she walked away, he caught Frankie's eyes staring at him, then at the woman he had spoken to. The two guys she had been speaking to were still with her, but this time she gave Jake the 'rescue me' signal, and he sauntered over. "Hi Babe..." she said, standing up on her tip toes and planting a kiss directly on the lips. It lingered a few seconds and her tongue flicked at his lips. She sat Jake down on her stool and sat on his knee. She put one arm around his neck, and grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her bottom, coming to rest on her naked upper thigh. The two guys who had been flavour of the month had probably thought themselves a shoe in with her, but now looked confused and taken aback. She kissed Jake again, and started to grind her bottom into his lap while giggling a little, shaking her lovely soft flesh of her breasts literally right under Jake's nose. It was all he could do not to kiss them. But why shouldn't he? She wanted to get rid of them didn't she? Wasn't she sending out the 'go away' signals now? Wasn't he supposed to be the 'boyfriend'? He looked up into her eyes, then lowered his lips to the soft upper half of her left breast and gave it a tender kiss. He saw her mouth drop open slightly and decided to kiss the other one too, taking a little more time with it. He also let his hand on her thigh ride up a little until it was right under one ass cheek and he caressed it and squeezed. Frankie's grinding motion increased, and the two would-be suitors lost interest and sauntered off supposedly to get some drinks, but Jake knew they wouldn't be back. "That feels nice..." she breathed,'...don't stop." They sat there with her breasts so close to his face that he could smell the aroma of her perfume, with his hand on one side of her naked ass, the other side grinding into Jake causing the reaction she was looking for. Jake got up before his erection caused any embarrassment and excused himself, leaving Frankie to her stool. He went for a walk and did a circuit of the place. He stopped to say hi to the woman he met in the doorway earlier and chatted on for a few minutes before coming back again to Frankie's stool. When he got there, she was gone. Jake walked around a few more times, looking in all the dark corners, but couldn't find her, and after 30 minutes was unsure what to do. It was obviously way too early for her to have gone home, or even to have picked up, but after hanging around for another15 minutes, he saw little point lingering there, despite a smile or two from the woman that he had spoken to a couple of times already. He caught a cab out front and gave the driver Frankie's address so he could retrieve his car but was surprised to see Erica's Volvo behind his in Frankie's driveway. As he approached the car he found Erica in it, obviously crying. He let himself into the passenger's seat and asked if she was ok. The floodgates opened, and not just the tears, but the whole story. Jake listened as Erica told her story of a lonely life with a tradesman away all the time, the football, the work. She blurted out all their difficulties, their fights, their complete lack of a sex-life. She couldn't remember the last time she had had an orgasm, other than by herself. Jake blushed a little but let her go on, getting it out of her system. Her face was all red and her eyes puffy, the nice makeup she had on was now smeared down or across her face from the tears or the tissues wiping them away. It had come to a head when she had come home from a Council meeting she had attended for work, and found hubby and three friends drunk, her two kids crying and the house almost trashed. They had had words and she had got back into her car and drove to Frankie's and called her on her mobile and she had come running. Jake thought that explained the nice clothes and makeup. She ranted on, still crying for a few more minutes before seemingly running out of ammunition or fuel and slowly went quiet. "Don't worry..." Jake offered in a silly light tone of voice, "You've still got your health!" Erica laughed, in a choking kind of way as he had caught her mid sob. A large bubble appeared from one of her nostrils and popped in the silence of the car. They both fell about laughing despite Jake seeing Erica's face going crimson with embarrassment. She blew her nose and wiped her face, fussing with her image in the rear view mirror. She reached over and squeezed his hand on the narrow centre console and looked him in the eye. "Thanks for making me laugh, I needed that!" she smiled, "Frankie doesn't deserve you." "Frankie's not going to get me." He replied, squeezing her hand that was still in his, reassuringly. Erica leaned over to him and kissed him, lightly at first, but with more force, more urgency as she found that Jake didn't pull away. Jake was returning the kiss, unsure that it was the right thing to do, but not sure how fragile she was right now and how she would take any rejection. He felt Erica pulling at his hand that was still in hers, wanting to feel it around her, to be held in someone's arms after the emotional upheaval, so he relaxed and let her guide his arm. Instead of going around her, Jake was a little shocked to feel his hand thrust down the top of Erica's blouse, now accessible due to their leaning in and kissing. She pushed his hand into her bra, curving her shoulders forward making access much easier. Jake felt the warm soft flesh of Erica's breast in his hand, the nipple hardening under his palm and a moan seeping through their kiss. His body reacted on its own and he found himself caressing her breasts. He caught her nipple between two of his outstretched fingers and rubbed it between them. The moan became a lot deeper in his mouth through her kiss which then became more urgent. Jake felt Erica's hand on his thigh, slowly running upward. It found its objective, Jake's hardening cock. Erica's breath was becoming heavier as Jake played with her nipple, but Jake knew this was wrong, despite the enjoyable movements she was making on his cock through his tight jeans Jake slowly removed his hand from Erica's breast, albeit somewhat reluctantly, and placed it on her hand at his groin preventing any further movement. He broke the kiss as gently as possible, but stayed close, looking Erica in the eyes. She returned his look, and then dropped her eyes to Jake's hand that now squeezed hers gently. "I know..." she said softly, "...this isn't the way...I am sorry... I didn't mean to..." "Yes you did..." he cut in quickly yet softly, "...and don't apologise, you're a very attractive woman, I enjoyed it, it was very lovely...but you're right, this isn't the answer." She smiled, holding back more tears but put a brave face on and changed the subject very deftly. She informed Jake that he must have crossed paths with Frankie who had arrived in someone's car and only left a few minutes before Jake had arrived to go back and look for him at Erica's insistence that she was ok now. Erica started her car and drove Jake back to the club with hardly a word spoken between them. When they got to the club, she smiled at him, kissed him lightly on the cheek and waved as he got out saying she was fine and not to worry about her at all. The boom, boom of the music filtered out into the street as Jake paused before heading back in. He looked at his watch, it was well after midnight. He had obviously been talking with Erica for almost 2 hours and contemplated going back again to get his car and go home, but something within him thought that Frankie might be worried and besides, his ex-wife had the children so infrequently on a Saturday night, he thought he owed it to himself to make the best of it, whatever 'it' was. Frankie got up and left the guy that was pawing over her in mid sentence when she saw Jake come into the room. She grabbed his arm, waved to the guy and kissed Jake on the lips quickly, before dragging him over to the quietest place in the building, the alleyway leading to the toilet. He knew that if Erica and Frankie were really as close as they said they were, that Erica would tell her everything, so he decided to tell Frankie what had transpired. Oddly, the only bit he seemed to leave out was the hardening of his cock under Erica's hand, but that was such a small piece of the overall story that he was sure it wouldn't matter. He explained about letting her down easy, about listening and being there. Frankie looked up into Jake's eyes, a sweet look on her face. Jake found it very hard to concentrate on her eyes with the wide expanse of her almost naked breasts laying beneath her face. "You're a real sweetie you know." She said, her eyes glistening slightly. She grabbed his hand a led him out the door. "I'm bored here, and I'm tired, let's go." She said, raising an arm and hailing a cab. Dressed as she was, Jake was surprised that six taxis didn't come at the same time. Frankie had been putting the small straps of her vibrant blue top back into place all night after they had fallen down her arms, but now was making no attempt to do so. Jake opened the back door for her and she gave him a sly grin as she stepped past him to take a seat. She got into the car very slowly, the view down her cleavage making Jake's heart skip a beat. Without the straps to hold it up, the front of her top was even lower and the edges of the lace bra were visible along with that extra amount of naked breast. He struggled to figure out how they didn't just fall out over the top like a jelly falling off a plate. Bringing him back to earth and raising his temperature further, Frankie sat on the back seat facing him and put one leg into the car, then, what seemed like 30 seconds later, the other one followed. Only four or five seconds had actually passed, but Jake was treated to a spectacular view of Frankie's pussy. She was grinning up at him, knowing full well that he could see all she had to offer. Jake swallowed hard as his eyes caught sight of Frankie's pussy lips in the lights from the front of the building. He knew that only he could see this sight as his body blocked the view from anyone else. He was rewarded to see the shaved lips of her pussy. They seemed a little puffy, ever so slightly parted, and he wasn't sure, but thought they might be glistening a little bit, but it was a warm evening after all. No sooner had Jake closed the door, than Frankie had his hand in hers, on her bare knee again, only this time, before they had reached the end of the street, it was already very close to her pussy. She wasn't looking out of the window this time, but rather looked straight into Jake's eyes, and he could see the wanting in them. She moved his hand the last inch and Jake could feel the heat from her pussy as she moved his hand up and down her parted lips, the slick wetness of her pussy causing his little finger to glide between the folds of her pussy. She arched her hips upwards to allow Jake better access and he was able to gently run his fingers along the length of her pussy, easily able to detect the space that went inwards. Her very short skirt rode high above her thighs almost to her waist and he could see the curves of her ass as it met the seat. He was sure that any wetness that was surely going to emanate from Frankie's pussy would wet the seat and fill the cab with the sweet scent of arousal for the rest of the night. He smiled at the thought of how people might react to it when they entered. Only when Frankie was sure that Jake's hand would continue to move on its own, did she take her hand from his and move it to the bulge in the tight jeans she had watched grow by the light of the street lamps. She leaned forward to kiss Jake, oblivious to what the cab driver may or may not be able to see. Jake's hand was unable to move anymore, so he removed it and reached for her breast as their tongues met and their mouths tried to devour each other. The sensations from the kisses travelled down Jake's spine to the growing, throbbing cock between his thighs, straining to get out under the grip and pressure from Frankie's hand. Not to be out done, Frankie slowly pulled the front of the top down and exposed one breast for Jake to caress. Jake felt the lovely softness of the breast in his hand, and found the small dark nipple responding to his touch. Frankie too responded. Her breathing became more erratic, her nipple hardened under Jake's fingers, and a deep moan in the back of her throat vibrated through both of their lips as they kissed. Jake kissed her neck, and the wide expanse of her shoulder shivered to his lips as he drew them across its softness. Small nibbles at her shoulders and neck from his teeth had her shuddering more deeply as she hugged him closer. Frankie arched her back, offering her small dark erect nipple to the mouth that was sending chills and thrills down to her inner thighs. Jake accepted the offer and sucked the nipple lightly into his lips earning a light gasp from her. He sucked it harder and felt the nipple extend in between his lips, where he flicked the end rapidly with his tongue. Frankie's arms dragged his face harder into her large breasts threatening to suffocate Jake, but it seemed that neither cared. Jake had been concentrating so hard on the wonderful nipple in his mouth that he almost missed Frankie's deft undoing of his belt and button, but she would need some assistance if she was go further. He leaned them both back against the back seat of the car and this allowed her to unzip him and snake one cool hand in his trousers to extract his hard cock into the cool night air of the taxi. Her hand was deliciously stroking his cock right there. Jake looked to the driver's rear view mirror and could see the man's face so he was sure the man wouldn't be able to see what was going on, and the security screen around the drive would also mean that he would be hard pressed to hear the sounds of their movement. Jake enjoyed the movement of her hard expertly up and down his cock, the small beads of his 'enthusiasm' making the head of his cock slippery for her hand to caress him wonderfully. Frankie took Jake's free other hand and placed it between her wide open legs. Jake looked down and saw the lips of her pussy sticking out under the remaining small tuft of pubic hair. The lips were swollen with excitement and they glistened with excitement too as Frankie's juices leaked from her in expectation...of...something. Jake's hand went to it. He allowed two fingers to slide up the length of her folds, gently swirling as they massaged the engorged skin of her lips. One finger slowly entered her dripping pussy with ease, making Frankie's eyes almost flash in the darkened area of the cab. When he slid that finger upwards, bringing lots of moisture with it, he found the exposed nub of her clit thrust out from its hood awaiting Jake's attention. Frankie threw her head back and a louder moan escaped her lips until she bit it off. The driver looked through the mirror at them but was unable to see anything thought Jake thankfully, for it was a strange sight; Frankie's breast and her pussy in Jake's hands as they moved to excite her, while Jake's rock hard cock was being thrust at, up and down, in an attempt to take him to that wonderful place. Almost Melting the Frost Pt. 02 Jake saw Frankie's head turn away from his kiss and he too saw the large 4X4 standing next to them at the traffic lights, the three male occupants' faces pressed up against the windows leering down at the scene going on through the side window of the cab next to them; Jake and Frankie's cab. Jake felt a little uncomfortable with his cock out on display but was too horny to care. Frankie stared at the three men and slipped two fingers into her pussy with Jake's, then, to hoots from the car next to her, she slowly took them to her mouth and sucked her juices from her fingers. The taxi moved off and the 4X4 was lost in the traffic, but it was clear that Frankie had enjoyed the 'show' immensely. The cab finally pulled into Frankie's drive, and Jake made to cover Frankie and himself, but she stopped him. The driver turned for payment as was greeted with a full view between Frankie's thighs. The driver stared for a few seconds, drinking in the wide open lips, the soft inner thighs, the wetness on her legs and his seat. She paid the driver from her purse before Jake could reach his wallet, the driver hardly taking his eyes from her pussy, oblivious to that fact that the view was his tip. Neither did he seem to notice Jake's rock hard cock sticking up like a flag pole. Frankie then opened the door and stepped out into the night, skirt up around her waist and one breast dangling in the breeze. She reached out for Jake as he too got out of the vehicle and extended his hand for hers, but she went straight past the hand and grabbed Jake's cock and led him towards her front door by it. The driver whistled out of the window at them as they walked away. Jake felt ridiculous walking behind Frankie as she led him along by his cock, but the view of her bare ass jiggling in the night in front of him was enough to take his mind off it. With the front door closed behind them, Jake felt Frankie turn and move into his arms in the darkness of the entry hall. Their kiss was slow and soft, their tongues entwining in passion, soft and sensual, but with growing urgency. Jake's hands went to Frankie's top and gently tugged down on the top and the bra, exposing the other breast to the soft tender touches of Jake's fingers. That nipple was already hard when he touched it, but he was rewarded with a small moan through their kiss. Jake felt Frankie's hands undoing his shirt and they too found his nipples and returned the favour. Jake was aware of his hard cock pressing into Frankie's stomach as they kissed, aware too of Frankie's body swaying and rubbing across it. As one of his hands left her nipple, so did one of hers leave his, and they both travelled downwards in search of their similar goals. Jake found his goal, the dripping wet softness that was her pussy, its juices coating Jakes fingers as he gently explored her firm softness. Frankie too found her goal, Jake's hard cock that she gripped in her hand, enjoying its soft firmness. She took his hand from her pussy, and holding it firmly by the wrist, brought one of his fingers to her mouth and sucked and licked it, tasting her juices, driving Jake wild. She pushed the other finger towards Jake's mouth where he too tasted Frankie's juices for the first time. The scent from her was sweet, clean and musky, one the headiest perfumes he had ever encountered. Her hand gently pumped up and down his cock, smearing the wetness at its tip to coat the head, while Jake's fingers continued on their journey and found, not only the openness as his fingers slid inside her, but also the firm little button that was now protruding under his finger tips. "I want you to lick it..." she rasped in his ear, "...then I want you to suck it..." she rasped again,"...then I want you to fuck it!"thrilling Jake with her wantonness. She slid downwards, trailing her kisses across Jake's chest, across his nipples which were as hard as her own. She trailed her lips down his stomach, and kissed the underside of Jake's cock. Jake watched her as she stared upwards into his eyes as her tongue ran up it again until her lips popped over the top of his cock and started down again, his cock enveloped in the lovely warm wet cavern of her mouth. Jake let out a long low breath that sounded from his throat as she slid down his cock with her mouth. He watched her and marvelled at his 7 inches disappearing almost completely into her mouth, and what she was doing with her tongue was pure heaven on a stick he laughed to himself. She let Jake's wet slippery cock come out of her mouth and she moved lower with her tongue, to his balls. Jake felt the heat and the wetness on his balls, and felt them contract close to his body as they reacted to contact. He looked down at the lust in Frankie's eyes and was driven onwards. "I told you I would get you in the end." Frankie smiled up at him. She slipped Jake's cock back into her mouth, but Jake almost didn't register. What was it she had just said? Had he mistaken the look in her eyes at the club after Erica's story? Had he mistaken it for real emotion? Did she feel something for him or was he still just a conquest? He cast his mind back and was sure he had thought that he saw the glimmer of something other than sex at the club. He had hadn't he? He wasn't sure now. The "I'll get you" line sprung to mind from when he left after the drawing episode, and he was filled with uncertainty. Frankie had been very attentive at the club, and had even dumped other 'cuter' guys when he had chatted to other women in front of her, wasn't that a sign that she had feelings for him? Hadn't he seen some desire for him other than sex as they played with each other in the cab? He was confused, and his confusion was affecting the hardness of his cock. Frankie noticed and stopped her attentions to it. Jake let his softening cock slip from her mouth and he zipped himself back up. He helped Frankie stand up and even pulled up her top to cover her. She silently took care of the skirt herself as Jake guided her to a chair at the dining table and flicked on the small lamp in the corner. He sat next to her, looking her in the eye, and grasped her hand in his. "I need to know what you think about me. What are your thoughts...what do you feel...about me...about...us.... be honest now" he added softly. Frankie swallowed and became very interested in the grain pattern of her wooden dining table. "You picked an odd time to ask that question," she replied, still looking at the grain with interest yet still a little breathless from her desire. "I know... and?" "Ask me in the morning." She said starting to pull one side of the top down to reveal a large white invitingly soft breast with a small dark nipple at its tip. Jake covered it back up again and sat, holding her hand in silence, his eyes searching for a response. The silence seemed to last an age, but after 20 seconds or so, Frankie took a deep breath and answered. Jake said goodbye and kissed her on the forehead and went silently to his car. As he drove the short distance to his home, her words played over in his head. She liked him, really liked him, and thought he was very sexy, but she herself couldn't decide if his reticence made him sexier. She wasn't sure how she would feel in the morning had he stayed, and while she wanted a 'fuck buddy' and that Jake pressed all the right buttons and ticked all the boxes for that role, she didn't want a relationship, it was too limiting given the freedoms that she now enjoyed, and there was her daughter to consider. She didn't want someone to come into their lives right now, worried that a man might take advantage of a step daughter. Jake had been offended by the assumption, but she explained that she was speaking in general terms. He had explained where he wanted to go, and their paths that were destined to cross were now on the other side of that intersection and diverging in different directions. Jake fell sadly into bed, unsure what, if anything, might have come from a liaison with Frankie, where might it all have led? He was certainly very aroused by her sexuality, overt sexuality he thought. He like the shape of her breasts, and the fact that she was a 'real' woman, not some skinny 'prison camp survivor' looking woman. The curve of her bottom and the small dark nipples were particularly fine. Jake's cock started to grow again with the residual arousal from earlier in the night and the replaying of these images of her body in his mind. His cock was just reaching its hardest when the phone rang. He knew it would be Frankie. "Hi" "Hi to you too." "You sound all breathless again." She chided softly. "Vacuuming the floor again." He lied again and was sure she knew it. "I've been laying here thinking about you." "Me too!" 'Really?... mmm...If you're serious about not seeing me any more..." she paused, ".. can I...." she faltered, unable to complete the question, "...never mind...I shouldn't have called." 'Well you have called...don't waste your money, go ahead and ask...what's the worst thing that can happen? ...I can say no?...and I thought I just did that...so you have nothing to lose have you?" Jake said lightly, trying not to hurt her feelings. "..but I don't think I will change my mind about...you know...things in general." "Oh...right..." was all she could muster. There was a small silence where Jake thought she was obviously working towards something that she wasn't sure whether to ask or not. "I like you...a lot..." she began. Not enough to have a relationship with me, Jake thought. "...and I trust you too...it takes a long time for me to trust someone usually..." she went on, "seeing as we might never see each other again, I was ...wondering if you.... might do me a small favour? It just a small parting favour... it won't...shouldn't compromise your principles." She added quickly at the end. Jake was curious yet cautious. "Well...get on, what is this small favour that you'd like me to do?" She explained for a minute or two and ended with the question. Jake pondered it for a minute, wondering if this was a good thing to be doing, but it was a parting favour, and he would probably never see her again afterwards, so what harm could it do? It wasn't compromising his principles at all was it? Without a solid reason not to, he agreed to it. That earned him a small squeal of delight from the other end of the phone line and they hung up. He thought Frankie had probably hung up before he could change his mind. Jake got up out of bed and went to the wardrobe, dressing only in his black track suit pants and running shoes, followed by the track suit hooded top. He checked himself in the mirror and hoped he didn't get pulled over by the police as he thought he would get arrested dressed as he was with no underwear and at this time of the night...morning, he corrected himself. He grabbed a couple of other things that he might need and headed out of the door to his car. As he neared Frankie's house he slowed and parked two houses away. If anyone was looking through their window, they would surely call the police about a suspicious man dressed in black who was looking around to see if anyone was watching. The house was in darkness as he approached Frankie's front door slowly and quietly. He pushed on the door and found it move open at his touch. He inched himself inside silently, pushing the door back closed behind him. From the street light he could see the hallway lead off to the back of the house, to the dark part of the house. He crept silently down the hall towards Frankie's bedroom until he found her door. It was so dark he could not see his hand in front of his face as it reached out to see if the door was open. It was, about half way. As he entered the room he took a last look back along the hallway to see if it would be possible for him to make his way back out in the dark and was rewarded with a slim line of light around the doorway to the street to guide him. Just inside the bedroom door, Jake got to his hands and knees and crawled quietly towards where the bed should be. Silently he brought himself to the side of the bed, and halfway along, he stopped. His heart was beating loudly in his ears, but he thought he could hear someone breathing heavily in the dark and hoped it wasn't him. The pitch blackness was all around, him enveloping him, masking him, making him indiscernible against the background. Jake allowed his hands to work under the bed covers, trying to be as silent as possible. His hand moved across the sheet until it came in contact with warm naked skin. A gasp came from Frankie as his hand made contact with her lower thigh. Jake's hand moved up her thigh, softly caressing it as it went. Upwards it went and inwards to the soft skin of her inner thigh. He could feel Frankie squirming slightly under his touch, her legs parting as his hand travelled upward, the breathing noticeably louder and echoing in the room. From under the covers came the heady scent of her arousal, the sweet muskiness of her pussy. The scent was ever so slightly different but it was still her now familiar, sweet, clean aroma. He thought it probably different slightly as she was under the covers and had probably been caressing herself awaiting his arrival. Frankie's legs were straight yet slightly parted, but as Jake's hand approached the top of her thigh, Jake felt them bend and part further giving him access. His fingers touched the puffy wetness of her outer lips and a loud gasp came from Frankie's throat in the darkness. Jake's fingers caressed her gently, feeling the soft hair on her mound then the firm puffy skin of her lips. He was aware of the lips being open and the large amount of wetness had spread itself to her inner thighs. He allowed his fingers to slip down along the folds of her pussy, and being open they engulfed his fingers. Frankie's breath came in shorter bursts as his fingers trailed up and down, moving the slick moisture up and down the folds. Jake's cock was hard and aching as it stuck forwards. He smiled at what it might look like if the light was on and his cock could be seen pressing against the front of his baggy track suit pants without his underwear on. Jake allowed his fingers on Frankie's pussy to slide gently into her, at first just around her opening but then all the way in. Frankie's body moved against his hand with the sounds coming from her adding spice to the already arousing events. Jake's free hand went to his cock down the elastic waist, and without his underwear, it was possible for him to stroke his cock quite freely. He was surprised at how arousing this was, how turned on he had suddenly found it, sneaking into Frankie's room, unseen, then caressing her, unseen, her being aroused in the darkness by an unseen stranger. He slid two fingers into her pussy, the wetness coating his fingers and allowing that sweet musky smell of her arousal to waft to his nostrils as his hand worked in and out of her pussy. He felt the bed moving and her hips thrust up towards his hands as his fingers made love to her. He allowed his thumb to slide upwards, taking slick wetness with it, until it came across her clit. Another sharp intake of breath filled his ears and the bed moved further at her more urgent thrusting. Jake let his thumb circle her clit while his fingers curled upwards to caress the front wall of her pussy and a small moan escaped Frankie's lips. He let his cock go and pulled the covers back from over Frankie's body, opening it up to the night air. He then trailed that hand up her body to her breasts. He felt small shivers go through the bed and a small sigh escaped her lips as his fingers found those small dark nipples so painfully erect, pointing at the ceiling and passing sensations from their touch, straight to her pussy. The movements of her hips and the caress of her clit told Jake that she was heading towards her orgasm. Without breaking contact or rhythm on her pussy, Jake stood and slipped his track suit pants to his knees and kneeled on the bed upright, next to her. He took his aching cock in his free hand and moved it up and down quite fast, amazed at how turned on he was. This was surreal in the pitch dark, he thought, Frankie laid naked on the bed and him kneeling on it, masturbating both himself and Frankie, and it was driving him on towards his own orgasm. He took the time to take some of Frankie's wetness to his cock and a small moan escaped his lips accidently as he applied it to his cock. His sound was echoed in the darkness from Frankie as he continued to thrust two fingers into her and circle her clit with his thumb. The moisture at his fingers made wet erotic noises as his fingers plied their trade, and the small noises from Frankie were coming faster and higher as she climbed the stairway to her orgasm. Jake could tell she was approaching the edge, and it drove him on towards his own as his hand moved furiously over his cock. His mind filled in the blanks; the aroma of her sex filled his nostrils, the sounds of her impending orgasm filled his ears and the images of her laying naked and about to cum filled his brain. She was thrusting against his hand as the bed rocked, and he had to concentrate to stay upright and not fall off the bed, but the sounds from her throat, came faster and more urgently, her breathing raspy and guttural. Jake could hold back no longer and the wave built deep within him somewhere and burst forth, a loud groan of ecstasy coming from his throat as he came hard, hot streams of cum shooting from him into the dark. Surge after surge of cum burst from him, as the wave pulsed and pulsed within him. He heard a small squeal as his cum hit its mark. He could see in his mind the hot cum landing in stripes across Frankie's body below him, stream after stream making hot stripes across her cool skin. As the first stream hit Frankie, he heard her breath draw in sharply, and her hips stopped moving as she crashed into her own orgasm. He felt her legs close in around his hand and squeezed it to her, making sure it stayed put. He also felt the spasm within her pussy on his fingers and a moan came loudly to his ears. "mmmmggghhooooohhhfuuuuuuuck!" Her hips began moving against his fingers as the spasm of her orgasm finally reduced after what seemed like a minute of her climax below him. He continued to squeeze his softening cock, draining every drop of cum from his cock onto her naked skin below him. He left his other hand between her legs, maintaining contact with her pussy but not touching her clit, knowing it would be too sensitive so soon after her orgasm. Jake pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped the tip of his cock before he slipped it back into his pants. He quietly backed away from the bed, withdrawing his wet sticky fingers from Frankie's pussy and silently left the room. He let himself out of the front door quietly closing it behind him and made for his car, his mind working overtime on what had just happened. The street lights were unusually bright to his eyes after the darkness of Frankie's bedroom. This was Frankie's favour, he thought to himself. She had wanted to fulfill a fantasy, but couldn't trust anyone not to be overcome with the situation, and he was obviously the right candidate, he thought, given his stance with her. She had wanted to be brought to orgasm in the dark without knowing or being able to see who or what was going to happen. She knew it would be him, and he supposed she kind of knew what was going to happen in a way, but he was surprised at how erotic it had actually been and how quickly he had cum. He had to allow that she had been playing with him earlier in the night so that wasn't entirely unexpected, but still! Frankie had also wanted it to be completely silent, further adding to the surreal nature of the encounter, and it had been surreal, the pitch darkness playing with his senses, the sounds confused and echoing in the night. He had thought the fantasy strange, but then it was very arousing for both of them it seemed, Frankie had cum very hard on his hand. The final part of the 'favour', cumming on her body, had also seemed strange until he remembered the pictures of the cum covered women he had discovered on Frankie's computer screen. He smiled at the memory of the squeal and the sudden intake of breath when his hot cum must have landed across her cool skin. He started the car and drove away from Frankie, filled with a certain inevitable sadness that he would probably never see her again. Almost Melting the Frost Pt. 02 Inside the house, Frankie lay there, listening for the sound of Jake's car pulling away before moving, the cum across her body cooling and starting to dry in places. It had been a strong orgasm and her breathing was returning to normal. She reached out in the darkness with one hand and turned on the bedside light and reached for the wet cloth beside the bed to clean herself off. She reached out with the other hand and squeezed Erica's hand as she too reached for a cloth to wipe the cum from her naked body as well. "I got you Jake Frost" she said to no-one in particular.