Guest of Fire – Part 4

Oftentimes, when fires start in the home, those seeing the flames think it’s too small to be a problem… that it’s controllable… and they don’t put much effort into fighting it. It’s like a small oil fire starting in the kitchen. The wife believes she can take care of it herself. She tries to put water on it, making it worse, making it quickly expand. And then… it quickly grows too large to control… and it consumes them first.

Beck should have seen the signs, should have reacted to them and stopped the fire before it grew too big. But she thought it was small. She thought she could control it. And it overwhelmed her before she knew it.

I didn’t find out until months later, but during Em’s stay, my wife was seduced during the second week of Em’s visit. It was Wednesday. I had gone to the city to meet with my clients to go over the proposal. It was a long day, as I expected, and I wasn’t going to return until after midnight.

Beck was sitting up in bed, reading, trying to wait up for me, when Em softly knocked and came into the room wearing her simple nightshirt and panties.

“Aunt Beck?” Em said, slowly opening the bedroom door.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” Beck asked.

Emmanuelle came into the room and sat on the side of the bed. “Well… you know how you said I could stay in here if I got too scared or something.”

“Yeah, of course,” Beck said, wondering what could be bothering the young woman.

“Thanks!” Em said softly, sliding under the sheet and moving close to Beck. “Wow! Your eyes are so beautiful.” Em was looking at her so curiously, almost as if seeing her for the first time.

Beck smiled, surprised by the sudden compliment. “Thanks.”

“I guess I’ve never seen them in this light before,” Em said, smiling coyly.

“Thanks,” Beck said. “I love your eyes, too.” Em had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen and I could imagine my wife felt the same way.

“And such beautiful hands,” Em said, stroking Beck’s hand that was holding the book.

“Thank you.” Beck held the book with her other hand and extended the hand that Em had touched, looking at it.

“You and Sarah must go to the nail salon all the time, right?” Em asked, sitting up on her elbow facing Beck, so close to Beck that Beck felt the warmth of the younger woman’s body.

Both women looked at Beck’s nails. “Well, we do do our mother and daughter get-aways sometimes. We’re very close.”

“Are you?” Em asked, almost challenging her.

“Yeah,” Beck said. “Of course. I love her so much.”

Em idly stroked Beck’s cheek and played with her hair. “She’s just a step-daughter, though, right?”

“Yeah,” Beck said, “but we’re still really close. We love spending time together.”

Em smiled. “I know you’ve seen us together… I mean… having sex,” she said, idly playing with her fingers. “And… you haven’t stopped us. That has me wondering… if you enjoy watching us… or maybe… you want to try it yourself.”

“Wow… um… yeah… it, uh… it just reminded me of a long time ago,” Beck said. Em noticed an embarrassed blush flow over her.

“Yeah?” Em asked, gently tugging on a strand of Beck’s hair. “Watching or… participating? Are you… maybe… interested in experiencing it again?”

Beck could feel the girl lean closer to her, feeling her body heat wash over her. “Oh, um… I… uh… I haven’t even thought about it,” Beck said unconvincingly, clutching the book tightly.

“No?” Em smiled, knowing she was lying.

“I just… Vince keeps me happy.”

Em smiled down at her, stroking her cheek. “Well, you’ll keep it a secret, right?”

“Sure… sure, honey,” Beck said.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Em said seriously. “My mom would kill me. You promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Of course… I promise. It’ll… it’ll be our secret,” Beck said, smiling.

“It’s just that, I’ve just been having a lot of these feelings and…”

“What kind of feelings?” Beck interrupted.

“Really good feelings,” Em said, “but… only when I’m around women. Beautiful women.” Em giggled. “Kinda the same feelings I get when I’m around you.”

“Oh… uh,” Beck said, embarrassed again. Em started playing with the shoulder straps of the lingerie Beck was wearing. She had hoped to surprise me when I got home so she’d put on the yellow, lacy lingerie that I’d bought for her last Valentine’s Day. Her breasts were barely covered and the lace didn’t hide her nipples well at all. Simple shoulder straps held the top up. And that led down to a simple snap closure at her crotch for my easy access. She looked incredible in it. It really accentuated her beautiful body. “Like, what kind of feelings?

“Intimate feelings,” Em leaned down and whispered.

Beck shivered. She felt Em’s breath on her ear and it sent tingles all through her body. Em’s fingers were idly playing with the thin shoulder strap, sliding it off and then back on her shoulder as if she was threatening to remove her top. “Oh… um… you know… çorum escort I’m sure your mom would understand.”

“Maybe but,” Em whispered again, not backing away this time. Her mouth was an inch from Beck’s ear. “There’s just something about the connection that we have. It’s just… it’s different. And I don’t want to jeopardize that.”

Em stroked Beck’s hand that was now sitting on her stomach and Beck shivered again.

“Well, I appreciate that,” Beck said. “That’s very nice of you. Um… you know I think you’re really nice, and I think you’re really beautiful, too.”

“You know,” Em said, kissing her ear lightly, “I’ve been thinking that we’ve been building this amazing connection and… well… you like girls and… I like girls… and we can keep it a secret.” Em slid her hand from the Beck’s hand and started playing with the neckline of Beck’s lingerie, her fingers just above Beck’s breast. “And we can share these intimate moments. We wouldn’t have to tell a soul. It’s just…”

“Honey… I don’t know,” Beck said, suddenly nervous.

“I mean… Sarah and Vince would never have to find out,” Em said, “and… you know, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. And you can be intimate with a girl again.”

“I mean… it’s true,” Beck stuttered, “I… I definitely have feelings for you… but… I don’t know. It’s just very awkward for me. I was so young back then. Now I have a family… commitments… responsibilities…”

“It’s just… there’s something about being with you that just… it just feels so right,” Em said, sliding her fingers along Beck’s flesh, right at the boundary of her lingerie. “And every woman I’m with just raves about how good I make them feel. I want to make you feel good, too.”

Beck shivered. Em’s touch was so… erotic. It had been so long since she felt anything like it. “I mean… I don’t know what to say to that.” She had dressed in her favorite lingerie for Vince, but… she was a little excited that Em was enjoying it as well. The way Em was looking at her… the way she was touching her… God! It turned her on so much!

“I think I have an idea,” Em said softly. “Why don’t you just close your eyes and just feel my touch?”

The thought turned Beck on… but… she couldn’t. “Emmanuelle…” she protested.

“Please… just try it,” Em said, sliding her fingertips across the top of Beck’s breast, tracing a delicate pattern which circled her nipple.

“No… no,” Beck continued to protest, but didn’t physically stop the young woman from touching her. Em’s touch on her nipple caused her to moan suddenly, caused her body to shiver.

Em giggled at Beck’s reaction. “But I want to.”

Beck was so confused. Her mind was telling her not to do this, but her body wanted it so badly. She wished Vince was there to help her make this decision, help her fend off Em’s advances. She wished Vince was there to attend to her sudden sexual needs. God, she needed to cum so bad! “You need to go to bed,” she said, trying to disuade Em. “Look, you’re… you’re being silly right now.”

Em kissed her neck as her fingers continued to trace lines across her breasts and continued to circle and tease her nipples.

Beck giggled. “Stop… you’re giving me goosebumps.” She lifted her arm to show Em the pebbling on her skin. “Look what you’ve done. Stop being silly.”

“No,” Em said, continuing. “You know you want it.”

“Oh my gosh,” Beck said. “Yes, you’re a beautiful woman. And yes, I… admit… you’re probably great at sex.”

Em kissed up her neck to her cheek, moving towards Beck’s lips, but Beck turned her head, resisting her advances.

“Sweetie, stop,” Beck protested. “I’m not going to do this. No.”

“Kiss me,” Em said softly.

“Are you out of your mind?” Beck asked.

“Just… let me just show you once,” Em said.

“Show me what?”

“I want to show you the way I kiss.”

“The way you kiss…?” Beck asked.

“Just once,” Em said, her lips so close to Beck’s. “Come on. I know you want it.”

Beck turned her head, thinking that she could appease Em with just a simple kiss. Then, maybe the girl would leave… or at least stop this silliness that was turning her on so incredibly. “Ok… ok.”

Em leaned in and the two kissed for several long seconds.

Em pulled back a few inches. “Wasn’t that good?”

“Mmhmm… so good,” Beck said, almost mockingly.

“Come on…” Em leaned forward to kiss her again, but Beck turned her face away. Em then resumed kissing and licking her neck and ear.

“You’re so silly,” Beck said, closing her eyes. Em’s kisses were really starting to get to her. The girl certainly knew what she was doing.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Em said softly.

“Oh my gosh, you’re being crazy,” Beck said, trying to play this off as just some sort of game. But Em’s touch on her chest was anything but a game.

Em continued kissing and licking her neck, her thumb and forefinger now lightly pinching denizli escort and pulling her nipple through the lacy material. “Just don’t think about it.”

“Don’t think about it?” Beck moaned softly.

“Kiss me.”

“Emmanuelle!” Beck protested as the youth again attempted to kiss her making Beck turn her face away.

“What? You’re so hot,” Em said softly. Em bent over further and began to kiss Beck’s chest, her mouth moving towards her fingers that teased Beck’s nipple so well. “Oh my gosh. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. And I think you’re going to let me.”

“I don’t think so,” Beck protested, but strangely, didn’t try to push Em away as the teen continued her relentless kissing and licking. Her tongue and lips were starting to move underneath the lace of her lingerie, getting so close to the hard nub of her nipple. It was aching for more attention.

“I think so,” Em whispered. “Just look at what you have on. I mean, who puts this on to go to sleep?” Em leaned over and lay on her, kissing Beck’s chest

“I’m wearing it for Vince,” Beck said softly.

“Uh huh,” Em said, unconvinced. “He’s going to be a while. I think you’re wearing it for me. You were hoping I’d come in.”

“Uh huh,” Beck said, sarcastically, giggling. “Right.”

Em grabbed and squeezed Beck’s breast with her full hand.

“Sweetie,” Beck whispered uncomfortably.

“Your boobs are really nice,” Em whispered as she squeezed and teased them. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on these… I bet Vince really likes them.”

“Oh, well, thank you.” Beck didn’t know what to say. Her body was so needy and Em’s body felt so good against her. “Stop…. You’re… you’re being crazy.”

“I know you like it,” Em whispered, moving back up so that her face was now an inch from Beck’s.

“Emmanuelle… you need to go to bed,” the older woman said more sternly.

But Em grabbed her face, held it in place, and kissed her. It only took a moment for Beck to begin kissing her back. It only took another moment for Em’s tongue to play with Beck’s as the two kissed passionately. Beck’s arms encircled Em, holding her tightly as Beck warmed to her kisses.

Then Em sat up, smiling smugly. She knew she had her.

“Oh my gosh,” Beck whispered, breathing more heavily, holding her hand to her lips as if they tingled from the kiss. She realized that the kiss had removed all her inhibitions. She forgoat all about Vince… all about Sarah. She wanted to fuck this young woman. She needed to fuck this young, vibrant, sensual woman with every fiber of her being.

Em pulled at the straps at Beck’s shoulders, pulling them down her arm until her top pulled down from her breasts, exposing them. Without hesitating, she then bent over and began kissing and licking Beck’s nipples, lightly sucking on them as Beck writhed beneath her.

Beck reached down and grabbed Em’s ass, squeezing it, pulling her body tightly against her. She wanted the young girl and almost all of her barriers had been blown away. “Oh my God… yes,” she whispered.

“Mmmm… those are so sensitive,” Em whispered, kissing her ear as she teased Beck’s nipples. Then she kissed Beck again, passionately thrusting her tongue deep inside her mouth. “You like that?” she whispered.

“I don’t know… I think… it definitely feels nice,” Beck writhed on the bed beneath her, her body responding quickly to Em’s touch.

Em bent down and sucked Beck’s nipple into her mouth and then lightly bit it. “How does that feel?” Em asked, pulling away, giggling, and licking Beck’s lips.

“That feels wonderful.” Beck was lost in the pleasure Em was generating on her breasts and felt her pussy getting so wet and needy. She felt Em’s hand slide down her body, over her stomach and then teasing her pussy through her lingerie. Her fingertips were so insistant, gliding over and around her so-sensitive clit. She exhaled sharply as Em deftly unfashed the snaps holding her bottoms on and touched her very wet pussy for the first time. “Oh my gosh… that feels so good,” she whimpered.

“How long has it been since you’ve felt a woman’s touch… too long?” Em teased, slowly sliding a finger in and out of her wetness and then swirling her fingertips over the clit.

“Mmhmm… oh my gosh,” Beck moaned. “Oh gosh… yes… that feels so good.”

Em grabbed Beck’s leg at the knee with her foot and pulled her legs apart, sliding her own leg between them to keep them open. Beck could feel the heat from the girl’s pussy against her knee as Em started fingering her with two fingers. Her thumb strummed over her clit with each thrust sending pleasure through Beck… pleasures the likes of which she hadn’t felt since she was a young woman in college.

“Oh gosh,” Beck panted as Em kissed her and then began sucking on her nipples again, her insistant fingers continuing to tease her clit.

“You like that clit played with? Is it sensitive?” Em teased.

“Oh… yeah… you do that so good,” Beck moaned.

“Yeah?” düzce escort Em whispered. “I’m going to make you cum so good… make those legs shake. Have you begging me for more.”

“That really feels good,” Beck moaned, breathing heavy. “Oh my God that feels so good. Oh my God… Fuck… Oh gosh… what are you doing to me?

Suddenly Em stopped her fingers for a moment and ducked under Beck’s leg so that she was laying between them. She slid up until her face was right over her wetness. “Your pussy feels so nice… I want to taste you,” she said, giggling.

“You want to what?” Beck asked, seconds before she watched Em flick her tongue over Beck’s overheated clit. “Oh my God!” she moaned loudly.

“Want me to stop?” Em giggled.

“Oh no, don’t stop,” Beck begged. “Keep going… keep going… oh… what a nice, soft tongue. Oh… oh God yeah… God, that’s amazing… yeah, tease my clit. That’s it sweetie… get a finger in there. I love feeling you inside me. Oh my God don’t stop… I want to see your pretty face… I want to see your pretty face when I cum. Oh fuck! Yes!”

Em sucked on her clit as she curled her fingers up into Beck’s G-spot, making her tremble as Beck watched her every move.

“Oh… God,” Beck moaned loudly, barely able to form words. “That’s it… yes… that’s so good… can you feel how wet you’ve made me?”

“Mmhmm… and you taste delicious,” Em said softly. “Even better than Sarah.”

“Yeah… yeah… you’re doing so good… right on my clit… yes!” Beck said, so close to her orgasm now. And in seconds her body drove over the edge, her body trembling and bucking. “You’re gonna make me cum! Oh God! Yessssss!”

Slowly, Em withdrew to avoid Beck’s very sensitive clit and kissed her thigh. “Did you like that?” she said.

“That was so nice… So nice!” Beck said, sitting up, obviously excited. She suddenly had energy… and a desire for Em. “I want to see you,” she said as they kissed fiercely. She grabbed the bottom of Em’s shirt and quickly pulled it up and off her arms, exposing the young woman’s breasts. “Let me see these. I’ve been staring at them for so long now. Oh, they’re beautiful,” she said as she cupped them in her hands. “Cute little nipples.” She bent down and began sucking on Em’s nipples. Em crawled closer, wrapping her arm around Beck’s head to hold her at her breast.

“Your breasts are so soft,” Beck said, lovingly kissing and licking them.

“God your mouth feels so good,” Em whispered. “Play with my pussy… please.”

Beck sat up and pushed Em to her back as Em giggled. She started a fire in Beck and now it was flaring to an uncontrollable blaze.

“I want you… I need you,” she said, laying over Em and kissing her passionately. Then she kissed down her body to her abdomen. She looked up, locking eyes with Em as she hooked her fingers into the young woman’s panties and pulled them off her legs.

Em smiled. She loved that she excited Beck so much.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” Beck said as she slid between Em’s spread legs and let her fingers slide along the teen’s labia. Beck moved her face closer and Em sat up on her elbows. She couldn’t wait to see this. “What a sweet pink pussy,” Beck whispered as she pulled at her flesh, opening her pussy. “I love it.” She moved closer and licked it tenderly.

“Oh… fuck…,” Em whispered.

“Such a tasty pussy,” Beck whispered. “Nice and wet.” She started licking her prize, flattening her tongue to slide up through Em’s pussy, then using just the tip to flick and tease her clit.

“Oh just like that… just like that… yes,” Em hissed. “Yeah… so good… Oh yes. Oh, that feels so good.” Beck sucked her clit for a moment, causing Em to hiss in delight. “Yes… right there… right there.”

“God yes,” Beck whispered. “Tastes so good.” She pushed her tongue into Em’s slit, sliding as deep as she could.

“Oh my God yes! Bury your tongue in my pussy,” Em begged her. “Fuck me with it.” She laughed as Beck growled, sucking and licking, nibbling on her swollen labia. “Fuck yes, you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Mommy wants to make you cum,” Beck said softly, pausing only briefly. She then centered her tongue on the girl’s clit, teasing it mercilessly, knowing that it would quickly drive her to her orgasm.

“God that feels so good,” Em panted. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

“Uh huh…. uh huh,” Beck whispered encouragingly.

Then suddenly, Em arched her hips into the air and Beck followed, her mouth locked against her pussy. And she came, gushing her fluids into Beck’s face, mouth, and chin.

“Oh! Wow!!” Beck said as she pulled away from the dripping wet pussy. Em sat up and reached down, pulling Beck into her excitedly, kissing and licking her lips and chin, while Beck giggled.

Em smiled and pushed Beck to her back. “I need more… Come over here.” She kicked one leg over Beck’s leg and pushed their pussies together, surprising Beck. As Em began grinding against her, she understood what was happening.

“Oh, wow, that feels so good!” she said, looking up at Em’s smiling, sweaty face. “I’ve never done this… Oh my God!”

Em grabbed Beck’s leg and held it straight in the air, holding it to her chest for better leverage against Beck’s open pussy.

As I washed my mouth and came back to Sarla I found her still sitting on the floor, weeping. I hugged her and said, “Why are you crying my love? Don’t worry I have deleted all the photos and video. Rekha doesn’t have anything against us.”

Sarla looked towards me with teary eyes and said, “I am feeling sad for you Pinky dear. You are going through so many troubles because of me. You had to cancel your ticket because of me, you had to have sex with Rekha to protect me. You don’t deserve me dear. I think I am only causing you trouble.”

I shut her mouth with the palm of my hand and said, “Don’t say so baby, I love you very much. I can do anything for you, my love. I am going to love you and protect you to the end of this world.”

I wiped Sarla’s tears and kissed her on the lips and cheeks. The beggar woman gradually became normal and said, “Let us have our lunch dear.”

We ate together and discussed what to do next. We needed to leave the town by tomorrow and even in tatkal mode train tickets were not available. The bus transport option was there but Sarla won’t be able to bear such a long journey on the bus. We needed at least a sleeper class ticket. I decided to visit the station in the evening and try my luck at getting the tickets.

After our lunch we went to bed. As we kissed each other both of us started to feel horny. I was specially mesmerized by the sweaty body odour of Sarla and also wanted to taste her body. So, before long I had taken off her clothes and started to kiss her lips, neck, boobs and belly. Sarla was moaning as she felt my lips travel on her dark body. The dust that used to be there in her body had minimised a lot but the sweaty odour was there as usual. I really loved that smell now and I absolutely kissed and licked her body with passion.

“Pinky baby.” Sarla called me. I just managed a ‘Mmm’ since I was busy kissing her arms and shoulders.

“Did Rekha give you much trouble?” She asked.

I stopped kissing her and just stared into her eyes. I then said, “No trouble is much if it is for your sake my love.”

Sarla smiled at me and we kissed again. As I started to kiss her dark, sweaty body again I suddenly remembered everything that I did with Rekha, including the ass licking. I involuntarily turned Sarla’s body so that she was on her belly with her back towards me.

The dark back of the beggar woman came in my view and as I ran my eyes from the back of her neck down to her waist I couldn’t help looking down into Sarla’s ass. The buttocks were black, hairy with a few stretch marks and small pimples. Being a slim woman Sarla’s ass was also not a big one like Rekha’s, and the sight of it was not attractive by any means. But I felt myself drawn towards it. I just wanted to taste the asshole of the beggar woman, and having licked Rekha’s ass had turned on that freak inside me. As I kissed on her nape and came down kissing her spine to her waist I was only aiming to lick her ass soon.

A knock at the door startled both of us. I quickly jumped up and put on my clothes. I took Sarla in my arms and put her on the kitchen chair again. I bolted the kitchen door and opened the front door to find, to an absolute shocker, a professor from my college, Deepa madam. I was struggling to find words as I stammered, “Ma… m? You, you here? Good afternoon mam. Please come in…mam.”

Deepa mam smiled and said, “No, I won’t come in now, I have some work. I met your mess in charge Anjali half an hour ago. She told me that your ticket didn’t get confirmed and so you are staying today instead of going back home. Have you booked your ticket yet? If not, I have an offer for you. I had my two tickets booked for tomorrow’s train to Delhi. But due to an emergency my daughter and I won’t be able to go. There will be no refund for me if I cancel my tickets now. So, will you use my tickets to go to your home town? Your station falls on the route, doesn’t it? Of course my ticket is for the first class ac compartment, but you need to pay me only the sleeper fare.”

I couldn’t believe my ears that such a wonderful offer had come my way. I readily said, “Yes mam, thank you, thank you so much mam. I accept your offer. And mam I am going to buy both your tickets and adjust one with another girl who is also facing the same problem as mine. She will accompany me too. She is from another college.”

Deepa madam’s eyes lit up and she said, “Oh that’s great. Here are the tickets. Will you pay me the money now? “

I took the tickets and went inside to bring the money and paid in full to Deepa madam. She thanked me and left. I was so, so happy. God had given me and Sarla such a great opportunity. elazığ escort Deepa madam was of Sarla’s age and her daughter was of my age. So, there won’t be much problem for us filling up for them in the train. And the ticket was of first class ac. Sarla and I would have the compartment exclusively for us. As I took Sarla out of the kitchen and told her the good news she was delighted. We kissed and kissed like mad women in ecstasy. I then whispered in her ear, “Let me finish what I couldn’t start then.”

Sarle lay on her belly again and I started to slowly caress her dark, hairy asscheeks. I bent down and blew air on her buttocks as the beggar woman purred softly. Small outgrowth of hair and some pimples here and there defined the beggar woman’s ass and I was very much attracted towards it. I cupped both the asscheeks with my hands and then bent down to plant kisses on the buttocks. Sarla slowly moaned as she felt me kissing her ass. I ran my lips and tongue on the dark ass of the beggar woman, diagonally, horizontally, vertically and zigzag, kissing her ass in all possible points. The ass was not the cleanest of all and also due to sweat the smell was getting stinky. But I was kissing the asscheeks nonstop and Sarla was breathing deeply with occasional moans.

I gradually went towards the crevice of her buttocks and rubbed my nose up and down in the ass crack, thereby sniffing her ass. The smell was different and very strong, stronger than that of Rekha. I didn’t withdraw myself and just kept sniffing her. Sarla moaned, “Oh Pinky baby, you are so crazy, you are kissing and sniffing my ass. I had no idea that anybody could think of doing it. You love my ass don’t you?”

I stopped sniffing her ass for a bit and said, “Yes my love, I love every body part of yours. I love your ass. I want to sniff, kiss and taste it. I want to slobber and lick it.”

Sarla moaned, “Ohh Pinky you are so good, don’t stop. Lick and sniff my ass, lick it clean baby. Spend your time worshipping my ass dear. Do it my love.”

I was not to be told twice and I started to sniff her ass again. The strong earthy odour increased with time as I sniffed on and on the beggar woman’s ass. My pussy was really wet by now and as I kept sniffing her ass I humped my pussy on the bed. I finally used my hands to separate Sarla’s asscheeks and put my tongue in the asshole. I slowly gave it a tentative lick, the taste was pungent and earthy but I loved it! I put my tongue in the asshole and this time gave a few strokes of my tongue. Sarla’s body shivered as she felt my tongue move in her ass. I buried my face in the beggar woman’s asscheeks and licked her asshole vigorously now. My tongue wiggled in her asshole as Sarla’s moans increased. My head was doing rapid movements as my tongue repeatedly licked the asshole of my lover. My pussy humped on the bed, matching the intensity with which I licked Sarla’s ass. Sarla had put her fingers in her own pussy by now and was pleasuring herself as she was being pleasured by me in the ass.

Sarla moaned as she neared her climax, my tongue which was restless for the last few minutes was drilling in and out her asshole, thereby tongue fucking her. Soon it was too much for her to bear and she met her orgasm. Incidentally I too met my orgasm due to my humping on the bed. Both of us were exhausted and remained in the same position, too tired to move. I made Sarla’s ass my pillow and fell asleep.

That night before leaving for the station we had sex once more and I made sure that I had licked Sarla’s sweaty, smelly body to my heart’s content. Sarla fingered me to my climax and we left for the railway station at 11-30 PM. The scheduled departure time of the train was at 1 PM. I had taken Sarla’s blanket with us since I had an emotional attachment to it. The blanket was key to saving me from the goons too. So, though I had rejected Sarla’s worn out saree and given her my clothes to wear instead, I had kept her blanket along with my belongings. Due to Sarla being specially abled she was helped to the compartment by a railway department worker using a wheelchair. We were the only two passengers in our first class ac compartment and hence when we bolted the door of the compartment after the TTE had checked our tickets, we were left in each other’s company.

I took the dusty, unwashed, smelly blanket of Sarla from my bag and placed it on the train sleeper bed. Sarla said, “Pinky are we going to sleep on this?”

I kissed her and said, “This blanket helped you save me dear, now I want to make love to you on it.”

Sarla said, “Ok dear, never let the blanket go off us then.”

The erzincan escort train was gathering speed as it left the station and I slowly helped Sarla lie down on the blanket. I got on her top and kissed her lips. We both were fully clothed at that time and were kissing passionately. The AC was on in full mode and hence we were really comfortable although the temperature outside was hot and humid. I tilted my mouth a bit and took Sarla’s tongue in my mouth. I sucked at her wet tongue making slurping sounds and saliva from our mouths slowly got mixed. Sarla being a village woman wasn’t a good kisser at first but slowly with repeated practice she was becoming a good one.

After kissing for some time I broke the kiss and got down and took out the blanket from Sarla’s beneath. I lied down on the sleeper bed and asked Sarla to lie on my top, with the blanket engulfing both of us. The stinky smelling blanket thus covered both our bodies as we started to kiss again, this time Sarla on my top. I was holding the blanket with my hands on our bodies while Sarla was cupping my boobs and kissing my lips. She extended her tongue and started to lick my face. She licked on my cheeks, lips, eyes, ears and forehead. Her saliva drenched my face as the beggar woman kept licking me non-stop. She then inserted her tongue in my mouth and made it dance against my tongue. She after some time pulled it out and licked all over my face again. The stinky smell of the blanket was accompanying us in our love making.

Sarla now started to suck at my cheeks and slowly nibbled at my skin. Her full weight was upon me and I was holding the blanket over both of us. She licked, then sucked and again licked my face, making it drenched with her saliva. She was doing it with so much intensity that I was struggling to keep up with her. Her boobs were rubbing against mine as she untiringly licked, sucked and nibbled at my skin. I was gasping for breath as time went on but Saral didn’t show any signs of fatigue as she continued licking and sucking my face. The train was in top speed and we were shaking on the sleeper bed as Sarla’s mouth and tongue moved all over my face again and again.

I tried to tell Sarla to let me have a break but before I could speak Sarla had sucked my lips into her mouth. She ran her wet tongue on my lips again and again, coating them with her saliva. She then slowly used a few of her teeth to sink on my lips, giving me painless, tingling bites. I tried to free my lips from her mouth but Sarla by then had tightened her tooth grip on my lips. She used her hands to slowly caress on my ears and neck, making me shiver. My hands were still holding on to the stinky smelling blanket, keeping it over our bodies.

Sarla left my lips and immediately licked my cheeks again, with gentle bites all over my face. I was trying to rotate my face sideways but she would lick and suck any portion of the exposed skin of my face. Finally she began to lick vigorously on my cheek, with her pussy humping on my thighs, making loud moaning sounds. Her tongue was moving very fast on my right cheek, licking it fully. I was becoming breathless now by the fierce love making of the beggar woman, who was squealing in pleasure now. Her pussy was getting all the rubbing from my thighs while she was sucking at my cheek. As soon as she reached her climax in sheer excitement her teeth sank into my skin as she bit me with immense passion. It was no more painless and I was sure I was going to carry a bite mark. I let out a little scream in sudden pain and shock, and Sarla in tiredness just laid her body down on me. She was fatigued now and was taking deep breaths.

I knew my face was a mess now with her saliva and love bite all over it. But I didn’t try to wipe my face and kept it as it was. I left the blanket now and caressed the hair of my lover and said, “Wow Sarla dear, that was some ferocious lovemaking by you. You were so excited and intense, weren’t you?”

She just managed a sound of ‘Mmm’ and kept lying on my body. The blanket was still engulfing us and I caressed her head and back as Sarla rested on my body. My pussy was still on fire as I was yet to meet my orgasm and Sarla’s love making had made me very horny. I really wished to bring myself to my climax but with Sarla on my top I was unable to do it. So, when I felt that Sarla’s breathing was normal again I said, “Baby I want to cum too. Please help me out.”

Sarla once again just moaned lightly but showed no intention to get up. I held her cheeks and slowly lifted her head up to kiss on her lips. She looked at me and smiled. I said, “Baby my pussy is on fire. Make me cum erzurum escort please.”

“Okay.” Sarla replied.

I helped her get up from my body gradually, paying attention that her deformed leg didn’t get hurt. It wasn’t an easy task as the train was moving at a rapid pace. Slowly and steadily Sarla got into a sitting position on my belly. Before I could slowly lift her up and take out my body from beneath, Sarla in a sudden movement started to rub her way to my face. She was naked below the waist and before I could make out anything the beggar woman had placed her ass on my face.

Sarla’s ass engulfed my entire face, my hands involuntarily went to hold her waist so that she didn’t fall down due to any imbalance. Smell of her just squirted cum juices as well as the smell of her ass hit my nostrils. I could hear her moan, “Pinky my love, I would surely make you cum. But honey, I really loved it when you tongued my asshole. Nobody had ever done it to me before and now I am obsessed about it. I want your pretty little tongue to be in my ass everyday. I love it when you lick my ass and I want you to lick my asshole whenever possible. Please lick me and show me your love baby.”

Saying so Sarla rubbed her ass on my face, attempting to place her puckered hole on my mouth. She was successful after some initial difficulty and the crevice between her buttocks was placed on my nose and mouth. I sniffed her asshole, smelling the earthy smell, and then took out my tongue to lick her asshole. Sarla cupped my boobs and moaned as she felt my tongue move up and down in her ass crack. The taste was quite strong and pungent now, and even in the AC compartment Sarla had some sweat accumulated in her asshole, the added smell of which was driving me crazy.

“Uh! Oh! Ah! Babyyyy. Keep licking. Ohhh!” Sarla was moaning as I untiringly licked her asshole. Whenever I breathed in the smell of her sweaty asshole came in with my share of oxygen. My face being under Sarla’s weight was starting to sweat as well and I am sure it had turned a bit red by now. The bite mark made by Sarla earlier was hurting a bit now due to the rubbing by Sarlas ass. But I was untiringly licking Sarla’s asshole like a hungry cat lapping up milk. How things had changed for me in the last twenty four hours, I was licking a woman’s asshole in a first class AC of a moving train, on the way to my home. The woman who was double my age and a beggar, but also my lover.

Sarla started to pinch my nipples in excitement as her asshole got licked on by me. My tongue moved in all possible directions, touching all corners of her ass. Sarla was putting her entire weight on me now, and the moving train was shaking and rubbing her ass on my face. I was having difficulty in breathing due to this but was licking her asshole non-stop. Sarla slowly lifted herself a bit now and bent forward to touch my wet pussy. A wave of pleasure ran through my body as Sarla touched my clit and played with my pussy. I knew she was supporting herself only on her good leg at that time and hence I grabbed her waist on the weaker side to support her.

“Don’t stop licking my ass Pinky, please continue.” She murmured as she played with my pussy.

I lifted my head up and while holding the sides of her asscheeks started to lick her asshole again. I moved my tongue up and down, tasting the entire length of her ass crack. My pussy was getting the treatment I was looking for a long time, and it was pleasuring me immensely. I licked Sarla’s ass with full energy and both of us moaned in the running train. Soon Sarla’s fingers had taken me to my climax and when I reached it I let out a cry and squirted for about thirty seconds. I had stopped licking her ass momentarily as the orgasm hit me, and before long Sarla had placed herself on my face again.

“Lick my ass again.” She moaned in excitement.

She wanted more and I wanted to give her more. Even though I was fatigued by now I held her asscheeks and started to lick her again. The strokes of my tongue were slower now as I was not at the fullest of my energy. But I didn’t stop for a moment and kept licking Sarla’s ass. The beggar woman mounting my face was moaning loudly as she felt my tongue moving in the crevice between her buttocks. If the door weren’t locked and the train wasn’t in motion anybody would have heard her moan. She had started to finger and rub her pussy in excitement now, my tongue still restlessly licking her ass.

Soon while moaning loudly Sarla reached her climax and collapsed in fatigue. I held her tightly so that she didn’t fall off my body to the floor. I understood that she was not in a condition to be moved and hence decided to keep her as she was, her ass being on my face. Soon Sarla was asleep and I too followed, the train rapidly moving along its path. I was sleeping with my face sideways, Sarla’s ass rested on my cheek. It was 3 AM in the night and we could still manage two to three hours of good sleep.

The continuing story of Mary Houghton a married middle-aged woman and the exploration of her sexuality. How she copes with finding her true self, and how she deals with her husband and 3 children. How she finally came to accept who she really is.

There is no underage sex as per Lit policy and guidelines.

This is an original work of fiction by the author and nobody is real.

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**WARNING**

There is some accidental incest in this Chapter if that offends you then ‘look away now’.

They say a woman’s work is never done. Whoever said it must have had a husband and 3 teenage children.

Mary’s two daughters shared a bedroom, the youngest of the 3 children was Angie, 13 and in her second year at high school, while her eldest child Sally was at University and rarely home but she and her younger sister got on very well, kindred spirits of sorts. It was mostly tidy, most of the time. Apart from the clothes, they always seem to miss the wash basket when it came to putting the dirty stuff out. And recently young Angie had started to do her own underwear washing. Becoming a woman can be messy at times.

Her son, 15 yo Charles or Charlie, was a stereotypical teenage male, football, his mates, video games, acting the goat, and then his many girlfriends a different one every two weeks. His father Paul has had words about ‘breaking young girl’s hearts’ and he assures us that he wouldn’t do anything wrong to hurt them. Mary sighed, boys she thought. It did occur to her to sit him down and spell out that his manhood will get him into more trouble than his attitude at school. Paul had told her that his son was well aware of the differences between being silly and stupid. She wondered if he did; on more than one occasion she had found somewhat suspicious messages on his phone. She told herself, I didn’t pry, his phone was on the kitchen bench when a message arrived, I just read it before him.

It was obvious to her that he was the most academic and intelligent of the 3 children, but he was in cruise control for most of his school life, never standing out or fulfilling his potential. Whereas his sisters had to work twice as hard at school to finish with the same marks. Charlie hardly did homework, never swatted for exams or tests and was satisfied with his B+ average. When told by everyone that he could be so much more, his standard reply was, “I’m happy where I am,”

It was while Mary was running the vacuum over the girl’s room that she came across some very sexy underwear, obviously Sally’s by the size of them. Mary held them up and the crotch-less panties in a sexy black lace were something that a quiet, modest young woman wouldn’t be seen dead in, so why did she have them and why were they tucked away under her bed was a mystery. They still had the sales tag on them so still unworn. If she had to hide them then she knew her parents wouldn’t approve. She made a mental note to have a discrete word with her.

Mary was certain she wasn’t completely innocent, there had been occasional boyfriends at high school but she had been brought up right and knew the consequences of fooling around with every Tom, Dick or Harry. Of late she had been working hard in her courses at Uni and didn’t seem to make too much time to socialise. Mary wasn’t too concerned, there will be plenty of time for socialising once she has finished University, she thought to herself.

Meal times were all over the place, Mary stuck fast to her principles that she would serve dinner for everyone at 6 pm, if you weren’t home you went without. No raiding of the pantry after 8 pm. The only exception she made was for Charlie on Tuesdays and Thursdays, when he had football training and then for Angie when she got asked to play netball for the high school state team and practice was Wednesday nights from 7 to 9 pm. Angie had an early snack and fore went any dinner. She kept Charlie’s dinner warm in the oven but he sat at the table and ate it, not in front of the TV, PC or with a phone in hand. He seemed ok by that, normally after football training, he would woof down his food in any case. Mary made certain she kept them all on a good diet with well-balanced foods and regular meals, what they actually ate when they weren’t home was up to them, they were all told “don’t come asking for a handout of cash just because hungry,” She always made certain there was fresh fruit available by the bucket loads. She had no idea where they put it all. Hollow legs she told herself more than once.

Mary was lost in thought as she continued her housework, the cleaning never seems to finish she was thinking. Tomorrow was her day out, a lunch in the city with friends was all she ever mentioned if she was asked. She never was. The fact she ended up at the OWLS Club in Port Adelaide was a complete mystery to them all. It seems her daytime activities were as opaque to her family as she sometimes feels she is. Not bursa escort unloved, hell no, she knew she was. Paul always kissed her goodbye every morning and the occasional pat on the behind as a forewarning he was in the mood that day.

The kids were extremely loving, OK Charlie not so much when others were around, especially his sisters or his dad, but when it was just him and his mum, he would help out doing things for her, cleaning, washing even, preparing meals. He even offered advice about trying new recipes after reading a cooking book she had opened for one of the family’s meals. He was told, if he wanted to try it he should cook it for the whole family one day and she wouldn’t say a word about it. It was their secret to ‘mums’ new dish. She smiled and he said thanks. He was asked if he wanted to do the shopping for all the ingredients and his answer was a look of sheer fear. “I’ll take that as a no,” She told him. She remembered those times with each of the children.

Her and Paul’s 20th wedding anniversary was coming up and she wondered what this one was called. She had to google it not that Paul would remember, although he might surprise her one day. She grabbed the tablet in the kitchen and punched in the required details. The traditional gift for the 20th is China and Emerald green is the colour. HHHHMMMMM she thought, some nice Emerald earrings would be nice. That would give her an opportunity to get some new outfits. Then she returned to her reality, ‘wishful thinking girl’ Elizabeth is more likely to give you something, even if Paul remembers. And she has only known you for less than a month.

She snapped out of her daze as the vacuum cleaner caught hold of the tassels on the edge of the rug she was cleaning. Why all of a sudden had Elizabeth popped into her mind? She asked herself. Elizabeth had been tucked away in her sub-conscience purely for her night-time entertainment, once she was certain Pauls was fast asleep. Oh, sweet Beth, on her full lips she always wore a full gloss lipstick, always immaculately dressed, always sexy underwear and her perfume, such a gorgeous scent, she always lingered on long after she had left her. She felt a tingling in her knickers. Mary closed her legs tight. Took a deep sigh, smiled and thought, no, I won’t go and relieve myself, I shall wait until tomorrow.

She heard a key in the front door and wondered which one was coming home mid-afternoon. She walked into the entrance and found Sally, smiling at her, “Surprise,” She said.

“What are you doing home?” Mary asked her eldest daughter.

“I’ve come home to change, a friend has invited me to a private gallery to see some famous paintings,” She told her mum. “I won’t be home for dinner tonight, we are going for a meal afterwards” She yelled over her shoulder as she headed down to her bedroom.

Mary remembered those panties she found and what a perfect opportunity to get her to explain them she thought. She followed her down to the bedroom, the door was closed, so she knocked. “Sally, can I have a word with you?” She spoke through the door.

“Hang on mum,” came the reply. And then the door was opened and Sally was wrapped in her house coat. It must be said that Sally wasn’t a model or a movie star in her looks, she was 18, not carrying any weight, wore glasses, had brown mousey hair shoulder length, was hard to keep tidy and she dressed conservatively, didn’t like standing out in the crowd a very standard looking wall flower. The number of times they have had a conversation about her trying harder to dress herself up a bit, well Mary had lost count and lost out. It seems even the basic makeup was out of the question.

Sally stood there with her bedroom door half open. “Can I come in?” She asked.

“Oh sorry, just a minute,” She scurried away and Mary heard her shuffling things around, “What’s going on Sally,” She asked as she entered the room.

“Nothing mum, just some business from University, I was asked to look after some works that my friend doesn’t want to be seen just yet,”

Mary looked at her daughter with suspicion, she had never been secretive in the past, strange behaviour she thought, but only momentarily. “I found something of yours that you might miss,” She told her.

“Oh, what’s that,” Sally asked.

Mary handed her daughter the crotch-less knickers. Sally turned bright crimson. “What were you doing going through my underwear drawers?” She asked her mum.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sal, I don’t do that, they were under your bed, I found them while cleaning.” She was told.

Sally hid her face in the knickers laughing, you think I’d wear these do you?” She asked.

“Well no, I don’t, which is why we are talking all alone,”

“Mum, you are adorable, you really are. I lost a bet over some silly argument and had to go and buy something from a sex shop and take some photos while inside, and these were the only things I would dare to put on the counter and çanakkale escort pay for,” Now it was Mary’s turn to turn bright red.

“What did you think mum? That I had all of a sudden become quite promiscuous and started wearing such things to turn someone on or something?”

“Well, I didn’t know what to think, to be honest,” She replied.

“Your father and I have never pried into your private life but we are here if ever you need to talk to us, about anything or anyone?” Mary told her.

Sally sat there giggling, “Is this the talk about the birds and the bees mum?”

“Ha, not likely, if you don’t know about them by now then nothing I will say to you will be informative, I’m betting,” She told her.

“That’s true. Now I need to shower and throw on some glad rags, my lift will be here shortly,”

Mary smiled and patted her hands.

She went back to the kitchen and looked at the clock on the wall, three thirty. She put the coffee machine on and yelled out to Sally if she had time for a coffee before she had to go. She got a “No thanks mum,”

She made a fresh pot just the same. She sat and went through her phone and found a message from Elizabeth a few hours earlier: ‘ So looking forward till tomorrow, lunch upstairs and spa and maybe take you by the hand and lead you through the maze?’ she smiled at the thought. She tapped out a reply, ‘sorry for the delay but yes please’ she hit the send button and felt a warmth inside of her. Almost instantly she got a reply, ‘I forgive you, and what time, I have the whole day set aside for you’. Mary stopped and thought for a moment, she will have the house to herself by 8.30 am but knew that was asking too much, plus she didn’t know what time the OWLS Club opens. So she sent a message to her, ‘I’m free from 9 am onwards’. A message came back so fast, ‘9.05 it is then’. Mary smiled to herself once again, ‘not keen are you’. Again it came back straight away, ‘does it show?’. Mary replied ‘a little, gotta go’. Mary put the phone face down, she had her mum’s phone cover on so everybody knew who it belonged to. Even Paul never interfered with it. But she will delete the messages as soon as she is alone.

Sally came out dressed in a short skirt and a buttoned-up plain blouse, her dress was also plain. Her hair was pulled back but it wasn’t long enough to have a true ponytail. Unknown to her mother she had on the recently purchased black lace crotch-less panties. “Sal sweetheart, isn’t that a little drab for a date?” Mary asked a little disappointed in the look.

“Mum, don’t start, please. For starters, it isn’t a date and this it is how I feel OK, there is nothing wrong with this look, it is very in vogue,” Sally replied with a straight look on her face. Mary thought for a moment and threw up her hands, “If you feel comfortable with it, fine, it is up to you sweetheart,”

“So what are you going to see, these famous paintings?” Mary asked her.

Sally was standing in front of the pantry, trying to figure out what she might snaffle for a mid-afternoon treat and answered absentmindedly, “Henri Toulouse-Lautrec,”

Mary froze, then continued casually asking where the gallery was. Her body began to shake. Was there more than one place with his paintings in Adelaide? Surely that is the answer. Sally wouldn’t be going to a woman’s only club, surely. She had not seen any signs that Sal her Sally was that way inclined. She stopped herself before it became noticeable.

Sally came back with a health bar in her hand and said she wasn’t certain, “Well, let me know I’d like to see them too while they are in town,”

This time it was Sally’s turn to stop before answering. She had never knowingly lied to her parents, not even as a child, so she chose her next words wisely when she spoke.

“I don’t think it is a public gallery mum, but I will ask if you can see them too,” She replied.

“Oh, ok, so someone’s private collection then, lucky you. Who is the lucky boy taking you out then?”

“Mum, please, it isn’t a date OK. Someone from Uni who knows someone who has a friend, sort of thing,” She said while leaning back on a cupboard and chewing on her health bar. There was a knock on the front door, “I have to go now,” She told her mum.

Mary followed her to the front door, told her to enjoy herself and looked out at the car picking her up, not a taxi or Uber that she thought, but a limousine no less. Mary’s eyes opened wide as the driver opened the rear door, Mary didn’t see who was in the back but someone was. The car drove off. Mary was perplexed. Had she gotten it all wrong all of her daughter’s life?

She sat in the kitchen finally getting her coffee that she started almost half an hour ago. She sat there thinking. And asked herself, why not. If she at the ripe old age of 46 is asking questions about her own sexuality then why shouldn’t her daughter of 18? She picked up her phone and started to delete the earlier messages from Elizabeth çankırı escort and wondered why she felt like a bad mum.

The evening meal that night was just her and Paul along with Angie and some simple spaghetti Bolognese. Easy to reheat for Charlie when he came home from football training. Paul asked after Sally and Mary told him for the third time that evening that she was out with a friend looking at a private collection of Henri Toulouse-Lautrec paintings. He did ask in his male way if it was a “Come up and see my etchings,” type of arrangement, Mary stopped mid-mouthful and glared at him. Then looked at Angie. Who was completely unaware of the conversation around her? Mary sighed and said to her husband not to be so crude and silly. He just shrugged and said he was neither. Then asked his youngest if she thought her dad was silly. “Don’t answer that Angie darling,” Her mother said while smiling at her and they both laughed at him.

Mary lay awake waiting on Sally to return home. It was after midnight when she heard the car outside. She listened to a muffled exchange of words, some giggling and then a car door closing. The outside light to the front door had been left on as were the kitchen lights, nothing worse than coming home to a dark house. Sally had to go past the main bedroom door to get to her and Angie’s bedroom, and as she went passed Mary got out of bed and spoke to her before she got away.

“Sally it is after midnight, if I didn’t know better I’d say it was a date,” She had a smile on her face as she said it. And Sally smiled then poked her tongue out at her mum. Mary raised her eyebrows and signalled to her to follow her to talk. She closed her bedroom door quietly, in truth a bomb wouldn’t wake Paul before the alarm went off.

She grabbed Sal by her hand and sat her down at the kitchen table. “OK spill the beans, who is he, what happened, are you taking precautions,”

“Mum, stop, it was a lovely night out with a ‘friend’, and we had a nice meal at a very upmarket restaurant, and the paintings were magnificent or as the French say ‘magnifique’, they were truly so special and before you ask, no as it is a private club and only members with visitors are allowed,”

Mary was now convinced that her daughter had been to the OWLS Club. She wondered who the mysterious person was in the car. She wondered if her daughter was gay.

“When the time comes and you want to tell us who this mysterious person is who takes you to private galleries and drives big limousines and wines and dines you at ‘upmarket restaurants’ we’ll be here all ears. Now quiet and don’t turn any lights on and wake Angie. What time do you need to get up in the morning?” she asked her.

“My first lecture isn’t till after lunch, so I’ll sleep in,”

“You set your own alarm then because I will be out most of the day tomorrow catching up with some friends, so good night sweetheart,” She kissed her on her head and went off to bed.

Sally got herself a glass of water, took some paracetamol and went off to her bedroom as quietly as she could in the dark.

She started getting out of her clothes, it seems her new crotch-less knickers were missing, so she just laid her top and dress on the end of her bed, took her bra off and got into her PJs. She was just snuggling down when Angie asked her, “Did you tell her?”

“Shut up and go to sleep Ang,”

“I can’t sleep, when are you going to tell her,” She asked again.

“I don’t know,” Sally replied. “It’s not that easy sis,”

“Sure it is, mum will be really good about it and dad, well dad still thinks the sun shines out of your, you know what, I’m the one that has to over-perform around here, Charlie does as Charlie wants, you’re at Uni and it is me who gets the third degree about homework, and boyfriends ‘touching me’ and you know what, I am so over it all,” She continued.

All she got in response was a “huh ha”

They both went off to sleep.

Sally slept through the morning chaos. Mary got her normal kiss goodbye with a tap on her bum. She smiled at him and nodded. Angie dragged her 13-year-old backside off to school when her friends came by and Charlie was late as per normal, then scooted off when he saw how late he was.

Mary cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, then jumped in the shower, she shaved everything that needed shaving, underarms, pubic down to a landing strip and her legs. She made sure she was looking good. Gone were the days when she didn’t wear her most sensual underwear, not expecting anyone to see her semi-naked. These days she can hardly wait to let Elizabeth see how she dresses for her. She had over the past month bought more lingerie than at any other time in her marriage. Not that her husband ever got to see her in any of it.

She put on a nice red thong and thigh-high stay-up stockings, neutral but dark in colour. She chose a push-up bra, half cups, that gave her plenty of cleavage and to make sure they were put on display her dress was low cut and short, she decided on normal heels for her, no more than 2″. Elizabeth will enjoy the view she thought.

As she exited her bedroom, dressed to thrill, Sally came out of her room to use the bathroom. Did a double take and said, “MUM! What on earth are you wearing?”

Blips on My Life’s Sexual Radar – Ch. 5

The fifth blip – Lilly

A/N – Thank you for joining me on this journey of love, lust, romance, and hopefully amazing sex. This series is about Sapphic love. There are no men involved in this chapter. There will be some light BDSM and multiple partners and some new and fun group sex in this chapter.

I hope you enjoy this jaunt.

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Maybe Tianna will find her bare ass meeting my hand soon. The way Tracie described her bubble butt and very long dark hair she could be just what she and I needed as a fuck toy.

Tracie made my mind wander during our Sunday time as to the real lover she could be. Who knows, maybe Tracie would be extremely accommodating and join me while I use her roommate.

I might need to suggest that, and then next time I have her over my knee reddening her perfect ass.

****End of Chapter 4****

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I sat in the library reviewing my heart failure and cardiomyopathies notes preparing for this upcoming exam when I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down at the preview, a text from my mother. I opened the message, it seems the roads were treacherous and part of I-93 was shut down due to an accident.

I was clueless as to what she was talking about. I looked outside and saw that the weather was, in fact, horrific as the snow was coming down. I opened my weather app and saw my notifications weren’t on.

As I opened the app, I watched as Samantha, the Chief Meteorologist from StormTeam4 was warning there was a ‘nor’easter type’ storm that was predicted to kick our asses.

Samantha is a beautiful, recently returned to work mother of a baby girl. She has long chestnut hair, these amazing eyes and a voice I could have had an orgasm if she whispered all the right things, but another unobtainable woman as far as I am concerned.

I replied to mom’s text that I would figure something out and find somewhere to spend the night here at school or the hospital. I looked around and saw no one in the library. This is what I get for ignoring the world and living in the library studying.

My first text was of course to Tracie asking if I could come crash on her couch. Well the text I got back from her was one of love, a bit of sarcasm and of worry. She reminded me that she switched this two weeks schedule to midnight shift and wasn’t home but Tianna was. I was free to go there and crash if I wanted, she would text Tianna and let her know.

Ugh no thanks. I had met her once and she was an outrageous bitch towards me. I wasn’t in the Tianna fixing mood, my mind was on this exam and sleep. I sent a text to my peer group, in essence sending an SOS for a couch to crash on.

Lilly responded right away saying there was a group of the second year students hanging at the Medical Center in one of the three Resident’s rooms.

I sent Tracie a text telling her I would be safe and explained the situation. She responded by telling me to play nice with others. I laughed at the last line in her message.

‘If you are going to be bad, just be good at being bad.’

I replied, “Would you expect anything else lover?” Then I thought about my response and called her but I got her voice mail. I left a message.

“Hey listen, it’s me, I do not plan on nor will I do anything to harm what we have, you know I love what we have. Miss you.”

I hung up, paused and wondered … is she upset? Jealous? I have never done anything like this to Tracie. This isn’t sexual I told myself, this is out of necessity.

I text her. ‘Tracie, this isn’t sexual. I need somewhere to sleep.’ My mind was spinning as I packed my stuff and made my way across campus to the Medical Center.

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Once inside and out of the potential blizzard, I reached for my phone. I have two text messages, one from mom, and one from Tracie. Mom’s was an acknowledgment, Tracie’s was a heart emoji, I do not respond. I shook my head dismissing this thought and focused. I need to study and I need four or five hours of sleep.

I settled into the Resident’s room with nine others. The beds were standard doubles really just enough for two. However, we got imaginative, I was lucky to snag a portion of a bed next to Lilly. We sat on the beds, our backs leaning against the wall, four on ours, five on the other. Most of us sat up reading. Some have nodded off leaning against each other falling asleep.

I knew I would look back on this and laugh about it; you do what you need to do when the time calls for it.

I cracked open my book and started reading.

***

There was warmth and softness on my skin. I felt it come over me. Tracie felt so good next to me. Her breath on my neck. It was so comforting. The way her hand touched my leg, this felt different, but it felt amazing and purposeful. I felt her lips then touch my skin, this was very different, this kiss was … strange, startling. I opened my eyes, breaking from my dream …

Oh god! bayburt escort I turned my head away looking around as the panic set in. Lilly was staring right at me, her eyes wide open. A soft smile on her face. Oh god! Oh god! I kept repeating in my mind.

I stuttered and tried to be careful and quiet as I got out of the bed, I wasn’t. There was a thud. A book hitting the floor. I looked left and right, they all remained asleep. I grabbed for my backpack and realized that was my book that fell. I gathered my stuff and tiptoed out of the room.

The bright lights of the hallway woke me fully. I looked at my phone, it was just after 2:00 in the morning, and nothing would be open so I made my way down the hallway to a waiting area away from the main entrance or the Administrative wing. I found a couch and curled up trying to close my eyes.

There are times I start thinking and I get into my head, this was one of them.

Why would Tracie tell me to be good if I was going to be bad? In the last twenty plus weeks since we have been together, I haven’t really thought about someone else sexually. I certainly hadn’t kissed another woman.

Fuck! What have I done? I grabbed my phone. “Hey! Look I suck at this, I sometimes I suck at being a girlfriend, I am a mess but … I love you, I really love you.”

I read it again; I contemplated deleting it but knew this is what my heart wanted to say. I pressed send. Then opened my Infections and Blood Hosts notes for more reading. I leaned back and got comfortable.

***

At 5:30 when the cafeteria opened, I made my way for food. Anything would do but I needed nourishment and of course coffee. I sat in the back corner waiting on what I wasn’t sure.

My phone vibrated, it was Tracie calling.

“Hi!” Oh goodness I sounded like a schoolgirl. “How was your shift? What are your plans?” I was rambling.

“Elizabeth? Are you okay? I saw your text. Should I be worried about something?”

“No! I finally found the nerve to tell you how I feel. At that moment last night, well this morning, I needed you to know.”

I paused, I was now suddenly worried. “Tracie?” I was hesitant. “Hey Tracie.”

I could hear her breathing but she wasn’t saying anything. What seemed like an eternity but in reality it was only a few seconds she replied.

“Fine, my shift was fine, just tired, the news is reporting the roads are mostly clear. I am going home for some sleep. Let’s chat later.”

The phone suddenly went silent and she disconnected the call hanging up on me.

Oh no! What the hell have I done? What the hell was I thinking when I sent that text? How in the name of all things wicked am I going to dig myself out of this fucking mess?

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die but Mother Nature had another curveball to serve up for my next at bat.

I took a sip of coffee and looked up to see Lilly and another classmate, Gerald, walking towards me. They both looked as tired as I felt. I smiled and waved, unnecessarily. Lilly came and sat next to me and Gerald put his bag down and turned heading for food and coffee.

Lilly seemed nervous. I turned and looked at her. Oh goodness she was looking at me with those doe eyes, she was staring. I could feel almost her breath on my skin again. I needed to say or do something, and then I felt her hand touch my thigh.

I shivered. “Lilly, oh god Lilly not here I … I am …”

I closed my eyes and lowered my head. Suddenly there was a feeling of abandonment as Lilly pulled her hand from my thigh. I felt so alone, confused and for the first time in a long time absolutely terrified.

“Wait!” I whispered, “I need to explain, please don’t give up. I need to explain but my mind is churning.”

It was then that I felt her finger gently lift my chin. I opened my eyes to see her smiling. She nodded and winked. Very quietly she whispered that she understood but she wanted to speak later.

I nodded. We sat a bit farther apart as Gerald returned with a few bottles of water, three cups of coffee and an assortment of fruit and danishes on his tray.

“I just grabbed food; I do not know what you all wanted.”

I smiled and thanked him. “I got lunch, should we have time today.”

***

I made my way home after class and a study session. I hadn’t heard from Tracie all day. When I got home, I chatted with mom briefly about the important things of the day. I told her I needed a shower and would be down for dinner. Afterwards I knew I needed to block off time for studying, Part 1 of the USMLE is looming in my future.

Dinner was delicious, mom’s gravy and pasta on a wicked cold winter day always makes me smile. It isn’t the best for my hips but how can you pass up pasta, gravy and garlic toast?

Around 10:00 my phone buzzed. I set aside my textbook and looked. It was Tracie. “Sorry I freaked out, I was tired, I dislike midnights. Three more then I flip to days. Can we plan something bilecik escort Miss?”

I was thrilled and replied, “I will figure something out Tracie but I need study time. I have finals.”

“Thank you Miss.”

I smiled, set the alarm on my phone for 5:00 and went back to studying. I heard my phone buzz again but ignored it. I needed to focus. I fell asleep somewhere between 11:30 and 12:00 thinking happy thoughts of Tracie.

***

Four nights later, I parked my car in the short driveway of a beachside house, just outside of Portland, in the town of Old Orchard Beach. As I shut off the car I turned and gently touched Tracie’s shoulder.

“Babe, we are here Tracie.”

She rolled her head and smiled. She had pulled a double. The day shift Nurse Manager had a sick child and needed a favor. I understood. We got here a few hours later and I wasn’t happy but I dealt with it.

Mother always told me, “Control what you can control, the rest just breathe and understand.”

I smiled as her eyes opened wider. “Hi!”

She exhaled then stretched her arms above her head. She moaned slightly then lowered her arms and looked at me.

“I am sorry for sleeping Miss, I don’t … “

I hushed her, putting my finger to her lips. “No more or I will redden that ass, which for the next 72 hours belongs to me.”

She smiled a wicked smile, “Just my ass Miss?” She stuck out her bottom lip pretending to pout.

“Out! Get out of the car and open the house with the code they emailed us.”

We got settled knowing that this little getaway would be nice. The app rated this rental a solid 4.8 stars, it was a bit pricey but we both needed it. I sent Tracie to shower and dress comfortably while I started a romantic fire in the fireplace. After reading the lengthy directions of how to light the fake logs, I got them started and curled up on the couch.

I heard her shuffling down the steps and felt the couch shift slightly as she sat next to me. Tracie rested her head on my shoulder; it was just the two of us. I finished reading the chapter I was on and closed my book, setting it on the table then turned to her.

I smiled, “Sexy flannel pajamas.” I leaned forward kissing her. “I never knew you were so kinky.” I winked and kissed her again, deeply wrapping my arms around her, trapping her in my grasp.

God this felt so good. I pulled back from the kiss cupping her cheeks in my hand.

“I am going to tell you something and I need you to listen.” I said.

Her forehead furrowed and her eyes squinted slightly. “Are you speaking to me as Miss or as my girlfriend, Elizabeth?”

I was not expecting that. I pondered that for a second and then said, “Both.”

“The other night when I was stuck at the Medical Center, I had a strange dream, but it really wasn’t a dream. You see Lilly tried to kiss me.”

I paused and looked at her. Tracie seemed okay. “I got out of the bed and walked out of the Resident Room only to find a couch, where I spent the remainder of the night.”

I leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. “So yes, my ‘I love you’ text had some emotional feelings, including guilt but I mean it.”

I kissed her gently again, but this felt a bit chilly.

“Tracie Dunn, I told you I love you. I am sharing with you I pushed her away as you mean the world to me as my girlfriend and my lover.”

Her eyes cast downward looking at her lap. I placed my finger gently under her chin and lifted up. I needed to see her eyes.

“I am here telling you another woman approached me and I rejected her because I love you!” Tracie didn’t seem to believe it totally, so I continued.

“I have a few ideas how to handle this but I need you to know you are the center of my life and the woman I love.”

After ten minutes of me explaining things and trying to convince her, she still didn’t say anything. She sat there contemplating what I had admitted. Her hands were in her lap, not touching me at all. Though I was trying there was no getting through to her. I was frustrated.

After a few moments she took my hands in hers and politely excused herself explaining she was going to go to bed. She stood without kissing me and went back upstairs.

As she turned the corner, I picked up my book, held it in my lap and just stared at the fire as it burnt, giving the room a romantic glow which I had hoped I would have enjoyed while spending time with my girlfriend.

Fuck!

***

I woke up when I felt her sit next to me while she pulled the quilt over both of us. She laid her head on my shoulder then spoke softly.

“I appreciate you being honest with me Elizabeth. I am always in fear of losing the woman I love.”

She paused and whispered, “I do love you but fear being miserably hurt again that I will not ever see the light of love. I fell in a deep hole when she left; I never thought I would love again.”

She wrapped her right arms around my shoulders bingöl escort and left across my torso, just below my breasts. This seemed to be the most romantic feeling we have had in the last few months, since Nashua.

I thought about how I needed to change or rearrange our living arrangements. And I needed that soon.

“Miss, if you wish to come to bed, I will wait for your punishment. I believe five or even seven swats are in order for my childish behavior.”

She kissed my cheek, released our comforting hug. As she stood, Tracie turned facing me and unbuttoned her flannel top. Her movements were slow, calculated and purely sexual. A wicked smile came across her face as she pulled her pajama top from her shoulders and arms, dropping it on the floor.

Next she winked and hooked her thumbs in the waistline of her flannel bottoms. She turned facing away and shimmied out of her flannel pants. With her legs straight, she bent at the waist and wiggled her beautiful ass at me.

Tracie then stepped out of the pants and playfully swatted her ass. “It’s yours for taking my dearest love, if you want it.”

She giggled, squealed, and ran from the room as I tossed the quilt to the side chasing after her. I caught her about a third of the way up the steps as I swatted at her perfect bare ass.

The echo of my hand slapping her ass thrilled me. She moved quicker then suddenly stopped at the top of the steps and bent slightly, shaking her ass at me. I tried to slap her playfully but she turned teasing me.

“You missed, now it deserves a kiss.” She ran backwards into the bedroom, falling onto the bed with her eyes glued to me the entire time.

I smiled as I knelt on the bed towering over her one knee on each side of her naked body. I pulled my sweatshirt off exposing my naked breasts and torso. I leaned forward, my arms extended, my hands flat on the bed, my elbows slightly bent.

“Open your mouth.” I moved forward, my right breast and nipple coming in contact with her tongue, then her lips.

I teased her pulling back, and shifting so my left breast slid across her open mouth.

“Yes!” I seethed in pleasure.

Her hands found their way to my sides, gently caressing my skin. “Suckle my breasts Tracie. Feed from my body your desire to please me. Give your love to your Miss and lover.”

Tracie kissed my breasts, nipples, and my under breast making me hotter and more excited than I had been in quite a while. I could feel myself creaming my panties. This was more exotic and erotic and I initially thought it could feel.

Tracie paused lifting her nose up and with her nose gently circled my areolas. She teased me as the very skilled lover she is.

“Oh goodness you Vixen!” I squealed.

I tried to balance on my left hand and on my knees moving my right hand to her face, I needed to touch her. It felt amazing to be like this, in this single moment. As I cupped her cheek, caressing her skin with the palm of my hand, Tracie paused her caress and sucked my nipple into her mouth.

Very gently she closed her teeth on my nipple then looked right in my eyes and pulled back slightly extending my hardened nipple.

I threw my head back in ecstasy and amazement. Her delicate touch and the feel of her tugging started my body reacting in a way which I couldn’t have imagined.

My nipple was on fire; my whole body was now on fire! Yes other women had nipped and tugged at my nipple before, I am neither a prude nor virgin but this was different, so much different.

Her hands moved to the sides of my breasts. Tracie gently caressed the side of my breasts as I squirmed. She was truly the lover I hadn’t ever imagined I could have but for now, I had needs. She was the lover to fulfill them.

Reluctantly, I lifted my breast from her mouth. I lowered my lips to hers and kissed Tracie deep. My body melted into hers but this vixen pressed her thigh into my still covered kitty breaking the kiss and egged me on.

“Come now Elizabeth, are you ready for my love?” Tracie nipped at my ear, then said “Miss my ass still awaits your soft swats.”

Oh! That riled me up. I do not know why. I knew she was teasing so I played right along with her.

“Roll over and let me give you what you deserve, then we shall see how soft my swats are.” I chirped right back at her and lifted up off of her.

She looked into my eyes and held her gaze as long as she could while turning onto her front. Her legs spread slightly as she settled with her arms out wide and her head turned to the side.

“Up! On your knees, your head on the bed slut!” I teased her.

I continued by rubbing her firm ass with my right hand. I let my thumb glide down the valley between the beautiful globes of her ass. I paused at her pink star and circled it with my thumb.

I then lowered my thumb towards the entrance of her pussy, feeling her heat, and wetness. God she was soaking wet. Tracie spread her knees slightly wider giving me access to her womanhood.

“Yes!! She hissed with pleasure.

I immediately lifted my finger from her soaked entrance and reminded her was punishment, and it wasn’t to feel good.

She murmured something I wasn’t able to understand but I assumed she was chastising me telling me it wasn’t good.

Hi everyone, a short story while I work on Destiny. I’ve wanted to tell this story from my time with Becky and had always wondered how to frame it properly. Then, the other day, I suddenly remembered our first Christmas together and decided it was the perfect way to make it work.

Love and thanks to Savannah_Peach, Pixiehoff and LivelyJen for proofreading.

As always love for my wife Jodie who is amazing. She was the one who not only said I should write it but also publish it. For that reason, and many others, I dedicate this to you, my love.

Anna

Xxx

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It first happened when I was twenty-one.

It was a Saturday evening close to Christmas and Becky and I were at home watching a movie, The Fifth Element, that we’d rented from Blockbuster after a day of shopping and getting our nails done. We’d changed into our slob clothes, in my case a loose, pale cream skirt and a pale green tee, in Becky’s case she was in her denim mini and a dark blue tee. We weren’t wearing shoes or bras but we both had panties on. We were sitting snuggled on Becky’s, I suppose now that I’d moved in I should say ‘our’, lovely big sofa. My feet stretched out, Becky was on my right with her left arm around my waist and her head on my shoulder. I always love those sort of intimate times. They give me security and warmth.

For the first time ever I wouldn’t be spending the holiday with my parents. Despite being raised in a secular Jewish family we always celebrated Christmas in the traditional way. My parents didn’t want my brother and me to ever feel left out.

However, relations with my parents had become strained, particularly with my mother.

Back in the summer they had thrown me a big twenty-first birthday party and, obviously, I wanted Becky to be there with me. I had not, at this point, come out to my parents. To be honest I was trying to put it off for as long as possible, worried about their reaction.

Becky was worried too. She’d even told me to go on my own and we’d have a separate party anyway on my actual birthday, which was midweek. It led to what might have been our first argument. I was close to tears telling Becky I needed her there. I couldn’t be away from her.

She finally relented, kissed my nose, and said, “Okay, sweetie. It’s okay. I’ll come. We can just pretend I’m one of the lecturers you really like and want me to be there. Does that work?”

I rallied, realising that it might. My main concern was that it would mean we couldn’t sleep together. I’d be expected to sleep in my old bedroom and Becky would have to stay in a local bed and breakfast or something.

“Maybe I could sneak out and come to where you’re staying,” I’d said.

Becky and I had had a small party with a couple of friends and a couple of my favourite lecturers on my actual birthday and it had ended up with a drunk Jackie and her new boyfriend sleeping on the sofa while Becky and I made love quietly in our room although, bitlis escort Jackie told me the next day, she wouldn’t have heard us if we’d been, as she put it, “banging in the kitchen knocking off pots and pans.”

And so it was settled. Becky came, along with my best friends from my old school and Uni. Of course, Jackie was there. She, along with my other Uni friends, were the only ones who knew about Becky and me and I’d sworn them to secrecy.

I’d told mum on the phone that Becky was coming, that she was this really cool lecturer that was part of my social circle and mum had just said, “That’s nice, love. Of course she’ll be welcome.”

We’d arrived mid-afternoon on the Saturday after my birthday. I’d told my parents I was staying up at Uni because a few friends and I were going away on holiday. Mum had said, “Of course, love. We knew the day would come when you’d fly the nest. Have fun. Just make sure you phone regularly so we know you’re alright.”

Dad’s reaction upset me a little. He’d sounded disappointed.

“Oh, Anna love. Are you sure? I’m going to miss our sitting up to the early hours putting the world to rights. You can’t make a couple of weeks for your old dad?”

He wasn’t old, but he was my dad, and I did enjoy our time together, but I had Becky now. I needed to be with her far more than my family.

Becky and I got to the guest house she was staying in and I helped her unpack and get dressed. We took that opportunity to make love as we wouldn’t have any opportunities to even kiss at the party.

We then walked to my parents’ house and I introduced Becky as ‘my cool lecturer friend.’

I could tell from the beginning that mum was a little wary of Becky, who was on her best behaviour at all times. People started to arrive and I opened presents while my mum arranged my cards on the mantelpiece in the lounge. Later on, out in the garden, Becky and I had managed to sneak into a secluded area and steal a kiss.

It was at that moment we heard my mum’s voice. She was stern and clearly angry. “I knew there was something off about you, Becky. What on earth are you doing to my daughter?”

She was standing about two metres away and I said, “Mum… it’s not what it looks like…”

“Oh?” She said, sarcasm dripping from her, “from here it looks like a forty-year-old woman cradle-snatching my twenty-one-year-old daughter. What is it then, Anna? Please explain.”

Becky wasn’t forty. She was thirty-seven but that hardly seemed the moment to correct my mother.

Becky tried to intervene, “Please, Mrs…”

“Stop. I want to hear Anna’s explanation. You’ll just give me some glib nonsense. I want to hear what my daughter has to say.”

I swallowed. “Mum… I… oh god. Here’s dad.”

Dad walked up all smiles. “Hi you lot. What’s going on? Why are you hiding up here, Anna love? It’s your party!”

I swallowed. Okay. Not the best way but it was time. Nervously I said, “Mum… dad… I’ve… bolu escort I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages. Becky is more than a friend. She’s my girlfriend. I’m… gay… a lesbian.”

Mum had practically exploded. She all but shouted, “No, you’re not. You’ve been taken in by this,” and here she gestured at Becky with a dismissive gesture, “slut who preys on young women. I’ll bet you’re just one in a long line of students she’s taken back to her house. She’s a pervert Anna and the sooner you realise that…”

My dad interrupted. “Now just wait a minute. Anna love, how long have you and Becky been together?”

I gathered my courage and grabbed Becky’s hand.

She squeezed and stayed silent as I said. “Four months. We live together. I love her dad. Mum? I really do. I finally found out who I am.”

Mum wasn’t having any of it. “You’re not a lesbian, Anna. What about Jake? You can’t be a lesbian. You went out with Jake.”

“Mum… it’s not the time to explain but… it never worked with boys for me. I’m… sorry? Okay?”

Dad, ever the calmer one, said, “Anna love, if it’s really what you want we love you anyway.” He looked at mum and said, “Don’t we?”

She took a deep breath and said, “It’s your birthday party Anna. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. For now, please don’t embarrass everyone by canoodling with… her.”

And that was how the falling out began. I left with Becky that night, packing my stuff up and we went back to her guest house. The next day I refused, despite Becky’s pleading, to go round and see them. I called occasionally and always got a warm reception from dad, but mum would take many, many years to come around.

So Christmas with Becky it was. I loved dressing the tree with her. We’d bought decorations that were now our decorations. We were snuggled up watching the movie, a warm fire burning in the hearth and, as the movie started Becky, unconsciously or otherwise, started stroking my left breast with her finger. As she brushed over my nipple it sprang to life and a little shudder went through me. I’ve always known there is some direct connection between my nipples and my clit, and this was almost instant. I could feel the warmth and tingles between my legs as she idly circled her finger around it.

I let out a soft moan and Becky placed a peck on my shoulder. “Alright, sweetie?”

I turned and, as we shared a soft kiss, she didn’t stop her gently stroking which just fuelled my heat even more, turning our kiss that much more passionate.

When we broke the kiss, I said, “More than alright. Happy. Love you.”

She put her head back on my shoulder and murmured, “Love you too, sweetie.”

As we continued to watch the movie Becky’s stroking turned a little more direct. She would massage my whole breast and then pinch my nipple. I could feel my heat rising. A part of me just wanted to stop the movie and get naked, but there was also something wonderfully intense about the burdur escort whole thing. Not doing anything about it was having an electric effect on my body, and my pussy particularly.

When we got our first sight of Milla Jovovich as Leeloo we both gasped.

Becky didn’t stop her massaging, stroking and pulling, but she said, “God, sweetie, don’t get jealous, but she is gorgeous.”

I smiled and said, “If you keep doing that with your fingers, I promise I won’t get jealous but, as it happens, I quite fancy her myself. She is beautiful.”

We settled back to watching and I could feel my pussy tingling and aching. A few minutes later I felt Becky’s hand slide up under my tee and felt her warm touch on my bare skin, sliding up and stroking under my breasts with her finger before resuming her now direct touch on my nipples.

I moaned deeply. “Oh god Becky. I feel right on the edge.”

She kissed my shoulder once more, “You want me to pause the movie and take you upstairs? Or even here in the lounge?”

I shook my head. “No, just don’t stop. We’ll watch the whole movie and then I am going to ravage you.”

“Mmm. I’m going to hold you to that, sweetie. Your Becky is very, very turned on right now. Must be the sight of Leeloo.”

I managed a giggle. “Yeah. That must be why I feel like I’m about to come, too.”

We carried on watching and when we got to the part in the movie where Bruce Willis and Leeloo are heading to the big space city, I was almost dizzy. I suddenly felt contractions in my pussy. My clit and insides were responding as if they were being touched directly. Without any warning I realised I was about to go over.

“Oh god, Becky. I’m… I’m going to come.”

It was amazing and different. It filled me slowly and I writhed on the couch as Becky continued, my orgasm continuing on the peak for ages. I finally put my hand over hers and said, “Stop. Stop. Oh god. How is that even possible?”

She looked into my eyes and said, “You really came? That way?”

I nodded. “Yes. That’s not normal, is it?” I was worried I was some sort of freak.

She smiled. “No, sweetie. You’re not. You’re more than normal. You are supernormal. I’ve read that some women can, and I always thought it was a myth made up by wishful thinking men.”

At that point there was no point trying to concentrate on the movie. We could finish watching it later. I turned to Becky and said, “You, my love, are about to be ravaged.”

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Some days later we discovered that Becky could also come that way. We weren’t trying for it, we just woke one morning and, as we kissed, I started stroking and massaging her breasts. Some minutes in, Becky said, “God sweetie, I think we’re going to find out you’re not the only one,” and sure enough a little while later she came. I remember tasting her afterwards and giving her a more traditional orgasm. She tasted somehow different but wonderful. In Becky’s words, the first orgasm was, ‘Somehow like starlight,’ and I knew exactly what she meant. That was a perfect description.

So I wasn’t a freak.

There is only one other woman who I’ve met who can also come this way. She has the kindness and patience to also give to me. She is, of course, my wife, Jodie.

Introduction

A story written for a friend. I’ve entered it into this 750 Word Project 2024.

*

I woke up this morning finding myself answering the door to your house. I shouldn’t have answered but you were otherwise engaged.

Nikki was at the door. She smiled at me. “Oh, I didn’t realise Nicole had a guest.”

I smiled back at her and invited her in. “Do you usually walk around your friends dressed like that?”

I shrug. “She’s not interested in me.” I pout and look at the DMs Nikki wears.

“Oh, poor you. Is she mean?”

“She’s a damn tease.”

“I’ve got an idea. Where is she?”

I nod towards the bedroom door, and Nikki walks to it, opening the door. “Hey, friend, don’t just stand there.” She smiles at me geeing me on. I follow and walk into the room with Nikki.

You look surprised, your hand between your brown legs, you’re reading about switching up your masturbation on your phone with your free hand.

“You tease your friend?”

“Err, no. She’s not my type.”

“OK, but she has feelings balıkesir escort and needs too.” Nikki scowls at you as she pulls some cuffs out of her satchel and quickly slips them around your wrists. “Put those on her ankles.” I take two, slightly bigger cuffs and tighten them around your ankles.

“Right, her left hand, use this lock and fasten her ankle to her wrist.” I do as Nikki says licking your flavour from your fingertips.

“No, don’t.” You complain.

I look disappointedly at Nikki.

“She teases you. Let’s tease her.”

I look over your body. My lust builds. I’d love my face between your bosom, sucking your dark brown nipples. Your dark pussy it glistens, as it starts to change its appearance.

Nikkis clips snap. “There, she won’t be able to close her legs now.”

You’re speechless, your eyes wide as you watch us. You go to complain. “Gag her.” Nikki throws me a ball gag, that I force into your mouth.

I look at you, tantalising, resisting the urge to slip my tongue into your mouth. I slide bartın escort my hand down your chest, towards your hips.

“No. Friend. Leave her.”

A leather blind fold is strapped over your eyes. You can hear us shuffling, rustling. Your breathing becomes louder. “What are they going to do?” You wonder.

Nikki smiles at me and pulls her boots off. She wears white socks, and she unbuttons her black jeans. I walk over to her, and take over. Popping her buttons and tugging her trousers down. “Nicole won’t like this. She licked you first, she’s yours.”

“I’m no-ones.”

Her plastic cock pops out of her trousers catching me by surprise hitting me in the face as it does. I smile greedily looking at it. I look up at Nikki looking down at me.

“Take off those knickers, I want to see your arse.”

Being the anal slut I am, I eagerly turn away from her. I look at you, lying silently. Your pussy it’s grown, your lips have unfurled and inflated.

Nikki pulls my pants down, and forces my head to your crotch. “Don’t batman escort touch it.”

I find it torturous. You are a centimetre from me. I can smell your rich earthy aroma. My breath on you arouses you more. You wish for my hand, finger or tongue. You feel rage. “Nikkis mine.” You scream to yourself.

Suddenly you feel the weight shift on the bed. It creaks, my shallow moan of lust, of sheer relief. It turns you on, you imagine the cock, in me, your friend.

The bed begins to rock as I lie, my face snug between your legs, but I don’t touch you, not your pussy. You feel my lips on your thigh. The lipstick gently sticks to your skin, you feel me lick the patch of leg. My breath, as I breathe deeper flows over you. You wait impatiently, waiting for your turn.

You listen to me enjoy my anal impaling, my sexy screams. The bed rocks and I squirm. The tattooed hands of your lover are on me, my skin is being slapped and scratched. The stud drives into me.

My face grazes your excited pussy, your lips look to bursting. I steal a lick, leaving my tongue to slowly glide. Your flinch, your sensitive, you’ve never been this excited before. You listen to the blood gush in your head as your heart pounds, you cum, as you listen to my sex come to its conclusion.

Nikki turns me on my back. Her scarred naked body over mine. “It’s Nicole’s turn now.”

Have you ever had a desire so naughty that you felt you couldn’t share with anyone? Something you dream about experiencing but know that it will probably never happen? I do. I think about it constantly and it has nearly consumed me.

I have a fantasy that plays over and over in my head. I am kept as a sex slave. Not in a scary or violent situation mind you; I am kept as a plaything for my mistress to do whatever she wants to. I don’t really have a picture of what my mistress looks like, though my tastes lean towards a raven haired woman with big doe eyes, firm breasts and elegant curves. She is the dark beauty to my blonde, hourglass frame with I cup breasts. I know how I want her to make me feel; I want her to possess me completely. To control my body and own my pleasure.

I see myself living in our home and making sure that all her needs are taken care of. Everything a housewife would do, but with extra spice. My mistress watches me through cameras peppered around the house (except for the bathroom) and can speak to me through the audio system connected to them. She likes me to wear sexy clothes that show off my figure, especially my breasts. A typical outfit for me is a short flared skirt that exposes my pussy when I bend over and a corset with balconet cups that just cover my nipples. My mistress leaves me instructions for what she expects to see me wearing when she leaves for work (she works in IT, so she is able to watch me from her monitors all day). She also tells me which toys I am to use on myself while she is away. There is always some kind of vibrator and usually a dildo or plug. Sometimes if my mistress is feeling very naughty, she will slide a remote control bullet inside of me while I am sleeping. She can control that with an app and I wake up to the ardahan escort most amazing orgasms.

I love being on display for my mistress. I take pride in making myself the perfect toy for her and being the best pet I can. Anything my mistress asks, I do without hesitation. My favorite times are when my mistress has me spread myself wide in front of the living room camera. That camera points not only at our living room but also at the stairs going up to our bedroom. We have hidden straps attached to our wrought iron rails of the staircase that I can slip into and be bound and waiting for my mistress to come home. The steps are deep enough that I can sit while having my ankles and wrists cuffed and my legs spread open and arms above my head. This position also forces my back to arch and thrust out my breasts for anyone to see. My mistress will tell me to only wear vibrating panties set on the lowest setting, nipple clamps and a blindfold. It makes me so wet to prepare myself for her like this. Knowing that she will come home to me like this and that I am powerless to make myself come while bound sends shivers through my entire body.

I imagine my mistress coming in the front door, closing and locking it behind her. She turns to look at me (the stairs are to the right of the front door so I am not exposed to someone looking in) and grins when she sees that I have done what I was told. I hear her heels tap on the floor as she walks over to me, coming along the side of the railing and gently caressing the side of my breast. I gasp sharply, her touch lighting up my skin like an electrical current. She chuckles at my reaction, knowing how much I love this lack of control. I have left the controls to my panties nestled between my breasts, out artvin escort of reach so I can’t stop or increase the vibrations teasing my clit.

My mistress whispers in my ear that she is so pleased to see what a good girl I am and that she wants to reward me but first I need to help her find release. Her pussy is so slick and swollen from watching me all day and she needs to be taken care of. She climbs the stairs to my head and lowers herself onto my mouth I greedily stick out my tongue to lap up her sweet juices; swirling over her clit in a figure 8 and then sucking hard. She grabs my hair to better control my movements and I straighten my tongue to pump into her pussy as best as I can. My mistress reaches behind her to tug on my nipple clamps and my body starts to shake. She finds the remote that I placed there and she taps the controls to increase the speed. I moan into her pussy as I feel my orgasm building deep inside of me. My mistress slaps one of my breasts and I yelp, the shock of pain bringing me back to my task of making my mistress come. I should never come before my mistress unless she gives me permission to do so. I use my nose to rub her clit and fuck her pussy with my tongue, pumping in and out as fast as I can.

Seeing that I am working hard to please her, my mistress turns the speed down on my panties but gently glides her fingers over my nipples. This attention causes my back to arch even more and I tilt my head back, driving my tongue deeper into her hole. My mistress cries out and I feel her thighs start to shake. I pull my tongue from inside of her and attack her clit, sucking and locking with abandon. She yanks the blindfold off of my eyes, telling me to watch as she comes. She is so beautiful and it makes my pussy bodrum escort clench to see her come undone and to know that I was the one to do that. Her chest heaves from the exertion and her hair has tumbled down onto her shoulders from the clip keeping it back. As she comes back down from her orgasm, she holds my head by my hair with one hand and with the other, cranks up the speed on my panties. My body jolts at the increased sensation and the orgasm rips through my body. Blackness creeps in on the edge of my vision and I lose all sense of time. Reaching behind her, my mistress deftly pulls off one nipple clamp and then the other. The blood comes flowing back and the sensation is enough to make me come a second time. I come so hard that I black out.

When I come to, my mistress has uncuffed me and carried me to our bedroom. She has laid me on our bed and settled herself between my thighs. She lazily runs her tongue up and down my folds and laps at my clit. I stretch like a cat at the tingles she sends up and down my body. Now that I am awake, she grips my hips and attacks my pussy. My legs are thrown over her shoulders and she pushes me back so my hips are in the air and she can feast on me. She latches onto my clit and sucks it into her mouth. She slides two fingers into my wet hole and begins to curl her fingers, expertly finding that spot inside me that makes my toes curl. Her other hand makes its way to the extremely sensitive skin of my nipple and starts drawing circles around the puckered bud. She plucks at my nipple while she sucks hard on my clit and pumps my pussy. It is all I can do to keep from crying as she draws another orgasm from my body. I scream her name as my body shakes and still she is unrelenting; she sucks and teases my body again and again until I come with a soundless scream and collapse on the bed, unconsciousness overtaking me.

I dream of becoming someone’s slave and bring myself to orgasm fantasizing about it almost every day. I hope someday I will be able to share my naughty dream with someone who can make it come true.

A thought hits me as I stare down at the home. It’s an odd little knot that sits in my stomach as I tumble with it. Its missing a window. The house is missing a part of its skin, like a body opened for surgery. It’s not open or shattered or boarded up, there’s just an empty hole where a window belongs. Structurally, its all the same, but missing a small part of its itself. We’re not using the open window. It’s not even the house we’re supposed to be calling on. Like all civilized guests, we’re kicking in the doors.

Our transport hums in time silently along the swarm as we leave that house behind. I can taste them in between my teeth. I’m just imagining it, or so I’ve been told. It tastes mellitic and gritty. I feel them spark across my tongue in sharp sour. They tell me its 5 until we drop. The street below is silent. The black paint of our collective underbelly hides us anyway. We just have to worry about the wayward cat poking out at us and judging our actions. The rats have much better things to do.

The message hits each of the squad in that same moment. Fingers tighten, shoulders clench, jaw lines set under the glowing helmets. Tactical information, one last rundown of the blueprints, the add-on basement lab, the probably positions of combatants and our routes through. I get to be on the tail of the front breach. My rifle along my back gives a comforting weight, but the revolver on my hip does a much better job, right below my pack of gum. I take a slow breath in, feeling all those little machines break into my lungs. They say I am ready. They tell everyone else I am ready. They tell me that everyone else is ready. We still have to wait for those final two seconds to pass by, just in case something happens and changes the count.

Nothing does.

The doors open and the ropes drop. I am the last one out, as ordered to be. The other transport hovering silently does the same. Officer Shaihk synchs with me as we drop. We are all connected in a vast web of ethereal light, but ours are strongest for the moment.

We have not even a second of time crossing the lawn. The steps come down to a fraction of it, the stack even less, and the breach happening before I can process. The swarm is doing that for me. It moves my fingers and moves my mind. I do not fire. The swarm does not identify anything that needs shot at the moment. The ones before me take care of it. Swears and screams and choking darkness, they all deal with it in their own way. Most go for their own guns in a valiant act of defiance put down before it could ever be a problem. The swarm told the officers that they were supposed to be put down. The helmet showed us the judgement. We just carry it out. I finally fire a shot and clip someone in the leg. I figure that we will need at least one person alive to give the testimony that the physical scene cannot. Officer Shaikh agrees with that assessment and moves to bind. I’m still with my line. We’re going to the basement now. That’s where the swarm of machines told us to go.

The stack comes together at the threshold, and it breaks before it can solidify in form. The machines and the helmets said it was time to move and the coordination was already done. We’re slow, so much slower than the cloud can be. The point breaks the door with another shotgun round and we are moving downstairs, following the tink and dance of a live flash bang. It goes off just as we are about to round the corner. The swarm dulls the impact, and the dance we hold makes the rest shrug off. We move. I move. The extremities we share hold rifles and pistols and take down whatever it is we’re supposed to.

We avoid the distilleries. We avoid the glass and chemicals showing a slightly green tint. It’s a good lab, really. Well ventilated, but not too open, organized and clear. The Inkosikazi runs a good ship, I have to admit. The men have their own network and training, tight formations made to encircle and trap, but our own network is too fluid. I pull the trigger again and a body hits the floor. It shoves a table and sends a glass vial rolling off the table. I walk forward and plant it back upright. Wouldn’t do any of us any good if the evidence is shattered and spilled on the ground.

The basement’s clear by the time I turn back to the formation. Not even a minute, not even half, not even a quarter. I ignore the gentle chastisement from my helmet. Blackbrush Precinct still has us beat on time, but that’s a dick measuring contest I can do without. A few pained moans slip through the helmet and that’s another distress call that I don’t deal with. The med response is already coming. I sling the rifle along my back and pull the gum from pack. I wince as it hits my tongue. Orange. Of course, I’d get orange flavor. At least it drowns out the metallic.

I scan and survey and take it all in with a slow steady gaze. The swarm needs calm and collected to fully pull down a clear picture for my world. It’s getting every micrometer of movement I took from the jump as I work through the present aksaray escort moment. The layout escapes me. That’s for everyone else to parse through. I work the gum and resist the urge to spit it out. It’s doing its job. The adrenaline is fading, and my ears aren’t ringing. Even the smoke’s clearing. The swarm nudges me upstairs to continue my sweep and that’s what I do.

Some of the medics have already arrived and a few of them have even started working. The bodies are lined up and sorted, the gel foam is staunching wounds and giving out painkillers. The swarm gives them tags to work through.

I see a few bullet holes punched through with blood splatters. It’s the same as the ongoing renovations down the block. The veil is broken. Inside and outside don’t have a line in between them anymore. Little needle holes breaking and piercing and showing the secrets to the world. I see a light go on down the street. The swarm is already alerting the world to go back to bed. There is nothing to see. They should just move along. Even if they live here, they should just move along. An old man in a robe peers through his front door.

The med team arrives and that’s the hard part of my job over. All threats neutralized, all preliminary evidence scanned and gathered, all the bullets and casings accounted for. The adrenaline’s gone and my swarm is picking up the slack. There’s a kid holding a stuffed rabbit from a closed window, curious about all the flashing lights and loud noises. I move to the spot I say I should. I have a perimeter to establish, more walls to put up. The swarm says I can go once everything’s done. I just hope the gum lasts that long.

—

My breath tastes orange. My teeth taste orange. I can feel the flavor creep into my sinuses. I’ll be weeping orange tears by the end of the night. My sweat will stain every piece of clothing and I’ll be trapped in citrus hell. The gum isn’t even good enough to blow a bubble. By all accounts, it’s a bad piece. But I’ve kept it close and I’m waiting on the reason why.

I can feel the music through the walls. I can feel it through floor. The club goes up a good ways and down even more. Private rooms and private bars, a maze of light and music and color all to be lost in. Someone’s taking a smoke break and I want one of those too. It’d mess with the gum though, so we wait.

A door opens and that’s all I need to actually have a good night. The overtime barely covered a pouch on the way over and I have rent. I work the gum one last time. It covers the swarm at least.

“Good evening officer,” says the light from the door and I smile. Didn’t expect her to carry out the deal.

“Mine’s going great,” says the other half of the light, “Full house in there. Money hand over fist.”

And my little thrill gets tamped down. This makes more sense. It explains her presence. It explains the orange. It explains the long wait.

The Salamander tries to fill the alley with their presence, but it just doesn’t work. Too small, too thin. They exist and that’s undeniable, but in the gaps and the fringes. A splash of poisonous warning, red and yellow and black, to let everything know to be on edge. They push their hair back. Not like it needed it. Everything’s been cut and styled and gelled all nice and neat and even. I pull myself and look to the better half.

Chem’s smiling and my heart melts. She actually does the heavy lifting of presence. Liability says the standard issue training baked in my soul. But this is off the books, and I’m already breaking too many regulations. One more isn’t going to hurt. She’s big. Her swarm has made her big. If I remember right, it was part of the first deal I cut, how the force tweaks and trains the machines to change our bodies. She’s also got new ink peeking under her cuffs. Professional and intimidating and I feel the square off coming under a wry smile and a wink.

“Salamander,” I say, “Didn’t expect you to show up for this one.”

“Eh,” they shrug, “Figured you were due for a check in, Nora. Make sure that everything’s copacetic.”

“Why would I be here if it wasn’t?”

“Double cross. Triple cross. Double-Triple cross. Duplicity and schemes. That’s the business and as straightforward as you are, I think there’s a bit of cunning in that jarhead. Chem, would you mind making the alley a bit quieter?”

She nods and flexes and something cracks. That draws the smoker’s attention.

“Derik,” she says, “Back to work.”

“Fuck off, “comes the reply.

“Derik, you’re making the good officer wait. I could tell her about all those times we’ve caught you dropping thermini in the bathroom. Or the polymoog tabs you’ve sold. Or the-“

“Yeah, yeah. Point taken. Fucking ballbuster,” he mutters. The cigarette falls and dies under his heel. But he leaves.

The Salamander produces a small vial from the inside of their jacket and puts it out to me. Politely, I take it and hawk my gum inside. They smile. Their eyes glow as their swarm amasya escort takes in the new information. A soft chuckle comes up from their chest.

“Interesting,” he says, “Good layout, double distilled, and I think their starting with a new strain. The Capo is going to want this. And dear Inky is going to want your clearing procedures.”

“For what good they’ll do her,” I sigh.

“I’ll tweak them, don’t worry. Give her something to chew on and make sure it keeps her teeth dull. Hate for one of my favorites to get caught up in her own supply.”

I grunt and wait some more. I hate dealing with them personally. The rigmarole has to go on until they complete a minor vivisection before me. I could be anywhere but here. At least Chem is here. She works something out of her shoulder, and I get a glance at her stomach. Old ink and tattoos there, but I think the piercing is new. The metal, not the hole. She catches me looking and I don’t play coy. She rolls her eyes, but they still land on me.

“Well then,” the Salamander says with a sharp clap, “Good work. Good stuff. And good something else. Finder’s fee and quality bonus are coming your way.”

The swarm trills in my head as a number goes up in my wallet. I quirk my lips. Despite all the pomp and circumstance, the Salamander is surprisingly above board. That’s rent taken care of, plus most of my food and water. Couple other odds and ends that will need taken care of, but there’s bound to be another raid. There’s always another raid. The Salamander is smiling and I don’t like the look of it.

“Y’know Nora,” they say, “I keep track of a lot of things.”

“I’m aware,” I say. My hand is creeping to my hip. Chem’s watching that, but she knows where this is all headed. I’m not going to pull. The Salamander could certainly say some things that would get me there, but he’s not going to say anything like that.

“And today is a very, very special day,” they continue, “A miraculous day. A stupendous day.”

“Just invite her in, boss,” Chem says, “It looks like rain.”

“Fine, Spoil my fun. Its our anniversary. So, I figured, as a celebration of our working relationship, you can drink for free tonight. And only tonight.”

And that does calm my rising paranoia. I do like drinking. I do like drinking for free. And as much as this spot isn’t really for me, I’d hate to be rude. I move forward, only to get a hand to my chest. I stop and try to intimidate Chem. She just smirks.

“If you’re coming in,” she says, “Then I need to frisk you.”

“Do you really,” I ask.

“Its policy,” The Salamander says, “Never know whose packing. I’m heading in. I think I felt a few drops.”

I try to act indignant. Of course I’m packing. I was reaching for it not a minute ago. But its also fair to get frisked. I do not resist. Resisting only makes things worse.

Chem does make it fun though. It starts off routine and normal. A quick outline of my figure, but as she goes south, she gets a bit handsy. They stay on my hips for a moment, moving me and pushing me. I push back, not violently, but I make her work. She smiles. Her hands go to my ass and squeeze. I suppose I could have something there, but the piece is on my left side. Its staring her dead in the face. I spread my legs and she goes up. I like where they stop. I could also use a few things in there at some point, but later. Not now.

“You’re clean,” she says.

“Are you sure?” I smirk.

“No, but you also have enough sense not to pull it out. So, you get to keep it. Like a treat.”

I smile and she gets the door for me, like a gentleman. Her eyes are decidedly ungentleman-like, but despite the moniker, this is not one of those establishments. It’s a strip club at best.

Its loud. The service hallway tries to muffle more of the noise, but it can only do so much. There’s something to it, probably. One more sense to ignore since everything it can pick up on is just useless. It makes the drinks stronger and the colors brighter and the scent of colorful bodies full of drink something tolerable. And it is getting to me. Its deep and heavy, rattling the foundations. My swarm is already trying its best to pick it apart, but it can’t cut through an iron weight. It just sits on me with my heartbeat. I can feel Chem close though. She makes sure that I keep falling into the trap. She makes sure I can’t escape. I get the door this time, although I wish I didn’t.

I just got flash banged. There’s no other explanation. The music is full force and I feel it down in my soul. My joints already hurt. My vision is blurred by the rainbow lights dancing across the ceiling. The swam tries to dull it, but it doesn’t understand. There are no gunshots, no grenades, no body armor. I should be fine. My base nervous system should be able to handle all of this. I t can’t. I feel something bump into me. Its Chem. Her dark hair centers me and I keep moving. I think she’s laughing. I can’t hear anything, so I assume that’s what it antalya escort is. A hand taps my shoulder and I follow it to a staircase.

The crowd takes a bit to learn how to handle us, but they do. A few more shoulders to shove out and bodies to move, but they manage. The stairs muffle more of the noise. She was laughing. I figured that much. But she’s also suggesting a drink or two, synching her swarm with mine and letting the back end know how to handle me now. It mostly responds by getting out of my way. The stairs lead down and even more of the club overhead is left behind.

Its quiet down here. There’s still music and its still good at giving off a mood. It’s better than I thought it would be. The entertainment also does a good job of that. Dancers on stage, slowly moving along their poles. That’s nice. That’s really nice. I get another tap on the shoulder. I’m blocking the flow of traffic. That’s bad. I need to be courteous of the other patrons, even with my important status. The bar is open to me. There are open chairs and other patrons watching the show. I really have everything I need right here.

“I have to go back up top,” she says, “Bar’s been told about you. Order whatever you want. Stay as long as you want. Just let me know when you leave, so I can update the system.”

“Hmm,” I say. There’s a wonderful blonde on stage now and she has wonderful control of her hips.

“Figured. I’ll be around. There’s other security staff around. Call them or me if anything happens.”

—

I’m drunk. I like being drunk. Not in the same way as a glass of water, but in the way where my head spins softly and every thought comes down to a muddled cloud of fog. I’m having a good time right now, I think. There’s a wonderful set of hips in my lap, gyrating and grinding, and a pair of nice tight breasts in my face. Shame I can’t touch any of them, but that’s the rule. I like rules, sort of. I can respect their purpose. And this is one I don’t mind. I don’t like it, but I respect it. There’s also an odd urge to bite and nip, but I push that down too. So many things I can do, and all I can do is a take another drink. Its empty, but the ice has a good little slush going.

They must be heavy. Round and smooth and big and heavy, the thought keeps swirling in my head as my swarm keeps telling me the time. It says I should sleep. I say I should keep getting excited and teased over a deep valley of cleavage. I say I should stay her forever, change dancers at some point and see how I feel about asses. I imagine I would enjoy them. I imagine I would enjoy thighs and lips and arms and everything really. The dancer turns and I find out I like backs as well.

Even more when she bends over and takes her weight to her hands. Her legs creep up my body until I am face to face with that wonderful little gap. Its right there, behind a thin layer of synthetic fabric. I could just rip it off with my teeth. I could just dive right in. My drink is forgotten. There is a body here, shaking and jiggling and keeping me entranced. I could do it. It’s a rule, a silly little rule. I have power. I could break it. She’s rolling her body and everything is drawing me in deeper.

“You’re still here?” a voice asks me. I grunt a bit and that’s a good enough answer.

“She’s a VIP, right?” the dancer asks, “She’s really well behaved for a VIP. They tend to get handsy. She’s been a good girl.”

I grunt again. I don’t disagree, but I’m not sure that’s the right phrase. The dancer slowly unwinds from me, and I am left bare and cold in the world once again. I need another body on mine. Chem has one. I could use that. I look up at her and she laughs again.

“Nora, sweetie,” she says, “I’m surprised. You can do hurt puppy dog a little too well.”

There’s a bit in me that whimpers and pouts. The drink slurs it a bit, and Chem laughs. I like it when she laughs.

“Stahli,” she says, “I think the good officer here has had enough for the night. You can head home.”

Stahli nods and blows me a kiss before sashaying out of my life. She should keep doing that, but stay still at the same time. I want to watch her, but she keeps getting farther and farther and farther away with the tip I gave her. A door hides her from me. Now I have a Chem to look at.

She’s tired. Understandable. It’s almost dawn and she’s had a full shift behind her. I might have one in front of me, but I think its just an on-call thing. Pretty sure. I’ll have to check at some point. Before I can forget the swarm actually confirms I have nothing planned at all. That’s amazing. That’s incredible. I don’t like how it made my drunken mess of a mind all neat and tidy, but Chem’s stretching again. Her shirt rides up. Piercings and ink and colors and hints of something more.

“I take it you had a good night?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I say, “Not really my kind of place, but there’s something to it.”

“If the boss had their way, it would all be that first floor. Had to be dragged through broken glass to consider a little more low-key place for high rollers. Think we had the front man for Red Letter here tonight.”

“Didn’t notice.”

“You weren’t supposed to. Part of the color array hides your swarm pulse so others can’t pick up on it. The house can, but its mostly for security. Mostly.”

This story is a sequel to Shawna Helps Me. You may wish to read that one first to fully appreciate the background of this one.

VISIT WITH MY AUNT

After leaving Shawna’s house, I drive uneventfully to visit my Aunt Sally. She isn’t my real aunt – she’s a long-time friend of my mum – but I always call her that.

All during the week with her, Shawna pervades my thoughts and feelings. On the last day, I’m sitting at the kitchen table stirring the remnants of my breakfast cereal, staring into it. She asks me, “Where are you, Mary? You’ve been in a fog since you got here.”

I shake myself out of the fantasy I’d been having, kissing Shawna and feeling her hold me. “Oh, it’s nothing, Aunt Sally.”

“Don’t give me that, Mary, I know you. At least I did. Something’s happened, hasn’t it? Are you okay?”

I look up at her and see her in her nightie, her small, firm boobs scarcely concealed by the sheer fabric, her nipples’ prominent bumps poking out. My body blushes all over at the sight before I can think. I have always seen her as attractive, but it has never translated to sexual feelings until now. Shawna’s awakening of my lesbian nature has changed that.

My mind catches up. I blush brightly at the awareness of my unexpected flush of feelings. “Uh, yes, I’m fine, Aunt Sally,” I blurt, raising my eyes from her boobs to her quizzically smiling face.

“I think we need to talk, my sweet Mary.” She takes my bowl and rinses it off in the sink along with the plate she had her toast on. Turning back, she takes my hand and leads me to the sofa.

I’m embarrassed at my sudden attraction to my aunt, but I can’t deny my growing excitement. I feel my nipples harden a bit and hope they don’t show too much through my nightie. She puts her arm around my shoulder as we sit.

“Did something happen the other day, Mary?” she inquires.

“Well, yes, my car broke down and I had to get it fixed.”

“I don’t mean about your car. I mean with you.”

The memories of my day with Shawna come flooding back. Oh, how can I tell Aunt Sally about my amazing blossoming? Will she be abhorred that I have turned into a raging lesbian? I can’t begin to think how to respond.

“Cat got your tongue, Mary? Well, maybe I can ask you some questions. You had a woman tow your car to her home, is that right?”

“Yes,” I muttered, thankful that I could give a short answer.

“What’s her name?”

“Shawna.”

“And Shawna fixed your car?”

“No, but she has a friend who’s a mechanic who fixed it the day after.”

“Wow, you are lucky.”

“Yes.”

“So you spent the night with Shawna?”

“Yes.”

“How old is she?”

“Oh, a little older than me, in her early twenties, I’d guess.”

“Is she pretty?”

I choked at the question, wondering where this line of questioning is leading. “Uh, yes she is.” My head is spinning, wanting to spill the beans and tell her everything, but hesitant to avoid her disapproval.

Aunt Sally smiled. “You know, Mary, you’ve always been able to be open with me. I always accept you, no matter what.”

“Yes. Yes, I know, and I’ve always appreciated that.”

“So tell me, Mary, did something happen with her?”

I pause for what seems like hours, although it is only a few seconds. “Um, yes.”

“I thought it might have. You seem so different.”

I breathe heavily, thoughts churning inside me. I finally decide I can confide in her. “Yes, Aunt Sally, I am different.”

“Really? Wow? Do tell.”

“You’ve always been so kind and supportive of me. I hope you can understand.”

“I’m sure I will, dear, and you know I will always accept you.”

I pause again. “Well, she was kind and comforted me when there was a thunderstorm. You know how they always freak me out.”

“Oh, yes, I remember.”

“She held me as I was crying, and made me feel better.”

“Nice.”

“Then…” One more pause before I say, “she kissed me.”

“That’s nice.”

I feel the floodgates open and I want to tell her everything. “Oh, Aunt Sally, I’d never felt such a lovely kiss. So soft and gentle, and she didn’t push me or anything. I’d never kissed a girl and not many boys. I’ve been pretty naïve.”

“Nice, and then?” Sally asks.

“Um, we ended up making love. Is that terrible?”

“Of course not, Mary, I think that’s wonderful.”

“Really? It’s not wrong?”

She laughs and says, “Oh, Mary, didn’t you know? I’ve been lesbian for years. After Bill died, I dated a few men but nobody interested me. Then a friend showed me how wonderful a woman can be, and I’ve not looked back since.”

“Wow, I didn’t know.”

“Well, now you do.”

My gaze drops to her boobs again, and I see that her nipples are hard. Oh, does she like me that way? My nipples harden in response.

“You know, Mary, I’ve always thought you might turn out this way. You never seemed to have a boyfriend, but had good female friends.”

“True.”

“I’ve always had feelings for you as you were growing up, but of course, it was afyon escort never appropriate to express them when you were a child. But now you are a woman, and…”

I am wondering what she means by her “and”.

“But I’m so much older than you, so you wouldn’t be interested.”

“Interested?” I ask.

“In kissing me.”

I look up at her smiling face, and through the surprise at my aunt’s news, I feel excited. I find myself saying, “I’d like that.”

She gasps. “Oh, really? Oh, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

I smile, lean forward and tilt my face up, offering my lips.

She leans down and kisses me softly. I return the kiss, leaning into her, not shy as I had been with Shawna’s first kiss. I feel her arms wrap around me, pulling me against her. One of my boobs touches hers, and my passion flares.

Part of me feels strange to be kissing the older woman I’ve always considered an aunt, but her tender kiss and her gentle pull excite me. I kiss her more deeply and she responds by extending her tongue into my mouth.

I turn my body onto hers, both sets of little boobs touching. We kiss madly for a minute, and then she breaks the kiss, saying, “Oh, Mary, this is a dream come true for me. Do you want more?”

“Oh yes, Aunt Sally.”

“Shall we go to bed?”

“Yes, please.”

She sprints to her bedroom, strips quickly and flings herself onto the bed. I follow, seeing her naked body as I enter. “Oh, Aunt Sally, your body is fantastic.”

“I’m glad you like it, Mary, but since we’re going to be lovers, I think you can drop the ‘Aunt’ from now on.”

I smile and say, “Okay, Sally.”

She cups her firm little boobs as I remove my top, showing her mine. “Oh, Mary, I love your tits. Hurry, get naked and get on top of me.” She spreads her legs. Her exuberance takes me aback, but my excitement has me rapidly complying with her wishes.

I launch myself onto her, my legs falling between hers, our boobs touching. I kiss her softly. She pulls my head to her and kisses me passionately. I kiss her back, and feel her tongue dive into my mouth, desperately playing with my tongue.

I hardly have time to process what’s happened. She’s gone wild. I pull back and say, “Wow, Sally, you are hot.”

“Sorry, Mary, I guess looking at your body develop over the years has fuelled a desire I have had to suppress. Now that I don’t have to, I lost control. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I was just surprised at your suddenness. I don’t mind it.”

“Let me start over, slower. Lie on your back and let me worship your delicious young body.”

I smile and roll off of her, onto my back. She lies beside me, with one arm across my stomach. She moves her face to kiss me gently this time, and I respond in kind.

Her hand roams over my front, caressing it but avoiding my boobs at first. I feel a mixture of relaxation and excitement from her soothing fingers. I moan when her fingers find my boobs. I moan louder into her mouth as they slide briefly over my nipples.

She kisses me deeply, her tongue diving into my mouth. Her fingers linger on my nipples, teasing them to full hardness. My tongue fences with hers. My body starts quivering.

She squeezes my nipple gently and I break our kiss and gasp, “Ohhhh.”

“Oh, Mary, I’ve wanted to please you like this for so long. I’m so happy to realise my desires.” She kisses down to my boobs and licks all over one, then the other. I want her to lick my nipples, but she’s driving me crazy by avoiding them.

I press my boob onto her mouth and moan. She relents and sucks my nipple in and licks slowly. “Ahhh,” I moan. She pinches my other nipple as she’s licking and my passion ignites fully. My legs flop around and then spread, offering my pussy to her.

She notices and slides her hand down to cup my mound. I moan as she rubs it, feeling my clit harden. “Oh, Aunt, uh, I mean Sally. That feels so good.”

She pulls her face off my boob and smiles at me. “I’ve wanted to make you feel good for so many years. Now I’m so happy I finally can, Mary.”

She fingers my wet nipple as her other hand slides down, its fingers teasing my pussy lips. I spread my legs wider, wanting her inside me. Her fingers trace along my lips. “Oh, Mary, you are so wet for me. I love that.” She runs her fingers between my lips and I hump upward, wanting them inside.

She rubs near but not at my entrance. I plead with her, “Oh, Sally, please.”

“Please, what, my young Mary?”

“Fuck me!”

She smiles at me, saying with mock astonishment, “Oh my, Mary, I don’t know if I should. What would your mother think? I’ve known you two for so long – since you were a very little girl.”

I grab her hand and stuff two fingers into my dripping pussy. “I don’t care, I need you to fuck me now!” I push her fingers into me and my pussy clamps onto them.

“Well, you certainly seem to need this, Mary. Very well then, prepare to be fucked.” She begins slowly pushing deep and pulling out all the way. I gasp each aydın escort time her fingers reopen me, and moan as I feel her fingertips press my cervix when she goes deep.

“Ah, yes, Sally, I love your fucking. Don’t stop.”

“Oh no, my dear, I won’t stop, until you flood my hand with your cum.”

I start moaning and gurgling, my brain turning off and my body writhing in ecstasy. She pumps faster and pinches my nipple. I scream and she speeds up, fucking me hard and fast now.

“Oh, yes, cum, little Mary, I’ve wanted to make you cum for so long.”

I can’t speak, only moan. I’m getting close, my pussy spasming and pouring out its juice. She fucks madly, and I cum hard. “Ohhhhhhhh!” I scream. “Yes, yes, fuck me, ahhhhhhhhh.”

She pounds me mercilessly. I cum again and again. Finally, I scream at the top of my lungs as the final surge tears through my soul. I grab her hand and hold it still, deep inside me, as my pussy pulses around her fingers. Waves of pleasure rip through me, slowly subsiding.

I become aware of my pounding heart and panting breaths. When I can finally open my eyes, I see Sally grinning at me. “Oh, Mary, that was amazing. I loved it.”

“Oh, Sally, wow. I came so hard.”

“I know. It’s so great that you did for me.” She withdraws her hand and licks it off. “Oh, yum, you taste so good.”

I reach my hand between her legs and slide up, finding her pussy drenched. “Mmm, Sally, you are so wet, too.”

“Yes, pleasing you has excited me.”

I slide a finger into her pussy and say, “I want to return the favour.”

She rolls onto her back, spreads her legs and says, “Oh, Mary, please do.”

Knowing that she’s already excited, I skip the usual preliminaries and suck a nipple and begin licking it. My finger glides easily in and out of her wet pussy.

“Ah, yes, Mary, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

I slide two fingers in and she takes them easily, so I try three, then four. Her pussy takes them without complaint, so I fuck her slowly with the four.

“Ahhh, yes, darling Mary. So good.”

Encouraged, I gradually speed up. I suck and lick her nipple hard and fast, and she moans, “Ah yes, fuck me. I’m going to cum for my sweet Mary.”

I fuck her hard and fast and she cums soon, squirting all over my hand. She grabs onto my hand and pulls it out of her. “Put your thumb in, too. Fill me.”

I collect my five digits into a cone and press into her pussy, slowly opening her. I slide to the last knuckle, where I stop, not imagining I can go farther. She’s holding my hand firmly and humping up against it.

“Now push, Mary, slowly and steadily. Get your fist inside me.”

“Wow, really, Sally? Can you take it?”

“Yes, Mary, after my first cum I’m loose enough and your hand is well lubricated. Just go slowly.”

“Okay.”

I press and she opens her legs wide. I watch my knuckles stretch her opening and I grimace as I imagine how painful that would be in my tight pussy. She seems to be fine with it, though, so I persist.

She holds my wrist firmly. “Hold still, Mary, I’ll push onto it.” I tense my arm to hold my fist steady. She presses, then flexes her hips and slams them upward. My fist pops in and I can’t believe the sight. I never would have believed it would fit.

“Oh, fuck,” Sally screams.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes, yes, fine, it hurts a bit at first, but let me relax my pussy around it for a while.”

She holds still for a minute and then slowly humps up and down. “Ohhhh, lovely, Mary. Now I’ll hold still, and you fuck me, in and out just a little bit, slowly at first. Keep your knuckles inside me.”

I’m still amazed that this is possible, but she seems to love it, so I push in a few millimetres and then relax to let my fist slide back out. “Oh, yes, Mary, that’s perfect. Keep doing that.”

My wrist and forearm are coated with her juice, and she’s making a huge wet spot on the bed. I push in again, hold and release, feeling her pussy push out. She’s moaning now.

I maintain a slow fucking pace, until she says, “Go faster now.” I speed up and she yells, “Oh, fuck yes. Faster.”

I push and release faster and faster. “Ahhhh, Maryyyyy, yesssssss.” I go as fast as I dare, and she screams, “Oh, my God, yes!” I fuck her madly and she cums, gushing juice all over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCCCKKKKK!”

I keep pounding her until she says, “Okay, enough. Hold still.” I relax my arm and just let my fist fill her pussy, which is clenching and releasing with waves of her orgasm. She slowly recovers, then pulls my fist out with a final groan.

“That was amazing, Sally. I never imagined doing anything like that. I’m sure I couldn’t take it.”

“A friend of mine told me she did it, and I fisted her. She tried it on me but it was too painful. She told me to buy several sizes of dildos and work on stretching myself, which I’ve done.”

“Wow, I don’t know.”

She smiles at me. “Well you don’t have to, but it’s an idea. You’ve just started, so you have lots ağrı escort to try yet.”

“Yes, I guess so.”

She pulls me to her and we cuddle. I feel so happy, having learned first from Shawna and now from Sally. I rest my head on her boob and fall asleep, totally contented.

Sally nudges me and I open my eyes, seeing her dressed. “Lunchtime soon, sleepyhead,” she says.

“Oh, I must have dozed off.”

“Yes, no worries.”

I stumble out of bed and into the shower. After drying myself off, I have a moment of modesty, knowing that Aunt Sally – no, Sally – will see me naked. Then I realise that we have gone way beyond seeing each other naked and I giggle.

I stride to the bedroom, get dressed and have lunch with her.

Glancing at my watch, I say, “I guess I should be heading out soon.”

“You’re stopping by Shawna’s?”

“Maybe. I’ll call her to see if it’s okay.”

“Lucky her. Are you staying the night again?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t asked her. I’m not working tomorrow, so I could.”

“It sounds like she’d want you to,” Sally says with a smile.

I call Shawna’s landline.

“Hello?”

“Hey Shawna, it’s Mary.”

“Hey, sexy, how are you?”

“Just great thanks. I’m about to leave Sally’s and I wanted to check if it’s still okay for me to drop by.”

“I told you – you’d better!”

“Okay, great. I’ll be there in a little over two hours.”

“I’ll be ready. I may have a surprise for you.”

“Oh, what?”

“Well, if I tell you it won’t be a surprise, will it?”

“Ha ha, I suppose it wouldn’t. Well, all right – see you soon. Bye.”

“Bye.”

“Well, thanks for everything, Sally. I’m glad we caught up.”

“Oh, so am I, and I’m so happy that we have a new kind of relationship. I look forward to more visits. Or maybe we can book a trip somewhere nice.”

“That sounds good.”

I pack up and kiss Sally goodbye, not with the kiss on the cheek I used to do, but a full, passionate mouth kiss. I wave goodbye as I drive out of her driveway.

RETURN VISIT WITH SHAWNA

On my way to Shawna’s, I think about how I’ve changed in the last week. First, Shawna shows me the delights of lesbian love. Then at the end of my visit with Sally, I discover that she’s been lesbian, and we have an amazing time together.

I think about my fisting her, still not quite believing it possible, and her loving it so much. My pussy cringes at the thought; I don’t think I’ll try it any time soon.

I am excited to be with Shawna again, and I find myself speeding on her back road, having to consciously slow down. In no time, seemingly, I’m at her driveway. I pull in and take a deep breath.

Before I can open my car door, Shawna comes out. She greets me with a big wet kiss as I get out of the car. “Come in, I’ve missed you,” she says.

“I’ve thought about you all my time at Sally’s,” I reply. “Well, almost.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you inside,” I say, as I get my bag out of the boot. We go inside and I take my bag to my bedroom, knowing the way now.

She comes in and sits on the bed. “So, what did you mean, almost?”

I giggle and tell her about Sally’s revelation today.

“You fucked your aunt?”

“Well she’s not my real aunt, I’ve just always called her that. When she told me that she had always had desires for me when I was growing up, I thought it would be time to let her express them, now that I knew we are both lesbians.”

“Wow, that’s hot. So you had a good time this morning?”

“Oh, my, yes. She’s amazing, and I pleased her, too.”

“Oh, Mary, I’m so happy that I turned you into a lezzie slut.”

We laugh, and I realise that I probably am.

“So, girl, your news has made me so wet. I need you,” Shawna says, as she starts undressing.

I gaze at her lovely boobs as they appear, and my hands lift my top in response. She sees them and whips the remaining clothes off of her body. I follow suit, and soon we are writhing on the bed, kissing and rubbing our bodies together.

“Girl, I want to fuck you. Lie down on your back.” I do that, and she gets me into the scissor position she showed me the last time. “Pull on my hips.” I do that, and she wiggles her pussy onto mine, our juices mingling.

She begins a slow sliding up and down, our wet pussy lips kissing. I reach up and fondle her boobs and nipples.

“Ahh, that feels so good, Mary.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Shawna,” the slut in me shouts.

“Ah, Mary you are the hot one now, aren’t you? Well, I’ll fuck you all right.”

She mashes her pussy hard onto me and slides. My clit hardens and throbs at the feel of her pressure. I moan.

Shawna smiles and says, “Yes, you little minx, my sexy new lezzo friend. Take this.” She humps me hard and fast. I respond by grabbing her nipples and pinching them hard.

“Oh, fuck, Mary, yes. Ahhhh.”

I see that she’s as excited as I am. I am approaching the quickest orgasm I’ve ever had. I push up, making my pussy an anvil for the pounding hammer of her pussy.

She fucks me furiously and we cum in half a minute, screaming at each other. She holds still on me for a minute as we settle from our sudden, intense orgasm. Then she slides off and lies next to me, kissing me and gently cupping a boob with a hand.

“Morning, morning!” James greets me cheerily as I stumble into the Galley.

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply, half asleep.

I glance at the clock: 7:35AM. “How the hell are you so energetic this time of day?”

“Two espressos and counting, love,” James states as he rolls out some dough. “You could do with one.”

I plop myself down on the stool. “Por favor,” I acknowledge as I look up at him helplessly.

As James is making my coffee, our radios buzz.

“Bobby, Bobby, Captain,” pausing. “The new equipment I ordered that the fire damaged is ready for pick up. I need to get it hooked up before the guests arrive in a couple hours. There aren’t any slips available for us to dock, so you’ll have to take the tender boat into town to go collect it. And bring one of the boys to help you – they’re heavy.”

I casually listen to their conversation as I play Tetris on my iPhone.

“Sorry, Captain Kathryn, but it rained all night and it’s all we can do the get the furniture uncovered and the decks and fixtures dried in time for the guests,” Bobby fires back. The radio is silent for a few seconds before he adds, “It’ll have to be one of the girls.”

My ears prick up now.

“Lucca, Lucca, Captain.”

My breath catches in my chest as I raise the radio to my mouth. “Go for Lucca.”

“I need you to grab one of the girls to go pick up the equipment.” Kathryn’s voice is flat.

I begin sweating.

“Uh, Quinn is on late tonight so she’s still sleeping for a few more hours yet. And, uh … Willa is just starting the guest Cabins.” I pause, my mind racing with what I should do. “Do you want me to go wake Quinn up?”

The radio is silent for a solid minute before Kathryn comes on again.

“No. We will go. Meet me in the tender boat in ten minutes.”

Oh no. I wasn’t entirely confident at driving a tender … and that wasn’t even my biggest problem here.

James looks at me. “Fun little outing with Cap. How nice,” he teases.

Ignoring him, I down my shot of espresso and hightail it up to the stern.

Bobby already has the tender garage door open and is slipping the boat into the water as I approach. “Sorry about that, Chief. Just so much to do on deck here after the rain.”

“It’s fine,” I mutter as I climb onboard.

On the inside, I was freaking out at the prospect of being alone with Kathryn for the first time since that day Willa walked in on us. Do I play it cool? Do I run up to her and kiss her once we’re out to sea? Do I try to talk about things?

Ultimately, I decide to follow Kathryn’s lead. As per usual, I joke.

I’m just sitting behind the steering wheel, concentrating on my breathing when I see a lanky figure appear on the dock as Kathryn steps into the tender.

I watch as she sits herself in the very back of the boat, draping an arm around the back of her seat and crossing her legs. Outfitted in her usual Epaulettes, I notice that this morning she is sporting a pair of aviator sunglasses and Sperry boat shoes. Somehow, these accessories really polished off her Captain’s ensemble and made her look … adorable – a word I hadn’t associated with Kathryn before. In all honesty, she looked like a supermodel that was dressing up as a boat Captain for a photoshoot – equal parts stunning and cute.

I turn in my seat to start the ignition.

As we move away from the yacht, I can’t help but notice the irony of our situation: Kathryn can commandeer a yacht that weights 700 gross tons, yet she expects to be chauffeured on this tiny tender boat.

We pick up speed and sail across the water. I turn my head slightly to the right, pretending that I’m looking at something across the water in an effort to sneak a look at Kathryn.

Out of my peripheral vision, I can see that Kathryn is staring straight at me, despite there being so much else she could be looking at.

As we get nearer to the dock, I pull back on the throttle. Now noticing movement from behind me, I turn my head again slightly to find Kathryn gliding up the length of the boat towards me. I feel her hands on the back of my chair as she stands behind me. My stomach drops.

“Turn the wheel all the way to the left,” she commands, raising her sunglasses to rest on her head now.

I do as instructed as the boat’s stern pulls away from the direction of the dock.

“Throttle forward.”

I give the boat a little bit of acceleration.

“All the way to the right now, throttle in reverse!” Kathryn is speaking more quickly. “That’s it, cut it!”

“Don’t quit your day job, Chief Stew,” she murmurs sarcastically as she moves to the bow line, tossing it over to the dock attendant. Now, she grabs the stern line and steps out of the tender. adana escort Bending down, she quickly ties a cleat hitch knot before striding off of the dock.

I climb out of the boat and powerwalk after her, swerving in an out of an already populated street before we reach the Marine Supply.

I stand next to Kathryn, feeling like a small child as she relays our order to the worker.

She doesn’t look at me or acknowledge my presence as I remain next to her.

Guess this is how it’s going to be for the rest of the season.

Within a minute, two employees bring out two large identical boxes, plopping them on the counter. She effortlessly picks one up and turns to walk out of the store.

I grab onto the second box. Dragging it off the counter, I almost drop it onto the floor as the full weight settles in my arms.

This parcel had to weigh at least sixty pounds … how is Kathryn carrying this with her slender ballerina arms?

I find her halfway down the street already, and I race behind her. I hadn’t realized how long Kathryn’s legs truly were, I guess.

Back at the boat, Kathryn takes one large step onboard and sets her box on the floor. She proceeds to make herself comfortable in her original seat again, resuming her relaxed position.

I stand there on the dock for a moment. Realizing that I can’t maneuver as fluidly as she did, I set the box on the dock. Climbing into the tender, I reach back over, awkwardly grabbing hold of the parcel and slowly lifting it into the boat.

Kathryn just watches me the entire time.

Almost as if she enjoys to see me struggle, I grumble to myself.

The dock attendant releases the lines and chucks them into our boat as I begin to reverse.

We fly across the ocean again in the direction of the yacht. I use my peripheral vision to keep tabs on Kathryn for a second time.

She’s just staring at me! I turn my head back, waiting another minute before turning to the side again. I can see that her gaze upon my backside is unmistakably unwavering as she seems to be studying me from behind.

Once we approach the yacht, Kathryn once again throws the line as Bobby pulls us closer to the garage.

When we’re next to it, she starts to step out.

“Thanks,” she mutters in my direction as she rises out of the tender. “And one of you boys – grab a box and bring it up to the Sky Lounge … Lucca will bring the other one up.” She strides down the dock.

What the hell?

Liam jumps into the tender and bends down to pick up one of the boxes.

“Urggh,” he groans as he straightens up with it. “You girls carried these?” looking at me incredulously now.

“Hard to believe, isn’t it,” I say with a smile as I rub my already sore biceps.

“Pete, come get the other one,” Liam orders as Peter offers his hand to me, helping me out of the tender. “You’re not carrying that all the way up there … what a fucking Sea Witch.” The boys laugh in unison at his comment.

“Thanks, guys …” I leave them as I head back indoors.

So this was how it was going to be: Blatantly ignoring me, occasionally interrupted by snide comments and spite.

I feel my heart sink ever lower than it already had the past few days.

This was going to be a long couple of charters.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

For the last full day of the current guests’ charter, they had requested a beach lunch shindig.

The rest of crew always hated these – mostly because they were a ton of work. I felt neutral about them; although it was a lot of work to get everything packed up, attempting to anticipate everything the guests could ever possibly need – from sunblock, to salt, to more booze than they thought they’d require, to Band-aids – my job was pretty much over once they left the boat with the other crew members.

I generally sent both Stews and a Deckhand to look after the guests on land, while I held down the fort back on board. In all reality, I took the opportunity for a much needed break when the guests were off the boat.

Today was no exception. It was early afternoon when all the provisions, guests, and crew were loaded on the tender as I waved them off.

James, Bobby, and Liam were the only crew that remained on board and the ship was – for the first time in three days – quiet.

Oh. And Kathryn, I remind myself.

She and I had been doing such an excellent job of avoiding one another these past couple days that I found myself forgetting she was still on board.

Even though Kathryn haunted my thoughts almost every waking hour, she was beginning to become but a memory as I was forced to go about my days without her, working twelve ankara escort to fifteen hours at a time.

In all honesty, I wasn’t upset about the long days if it meant that I was thoroughly distracted.

As much as I wanted to see her, part of me was relieved. The pain in my chest was unbearable during the rare times that we were forced to come into contact, so I was more than thankful that those times were far and few in between.

I descend the stairs to my Cabin and change into a yellow Kate Spade sundress, removing the elastic from my ponytail and letting my hair cascade around my shoulders.

I glance at the clock on the wall.

1:18PM.

Perfect, I think to myself. They probably won’t be back to the boat before 3:30PM.

I head up to the aft deck to lay out in the sun awhile. I stretch myself out on a lounge chair, put my AirPods in, and flip to the music app on my iPhone. I hit ‘shuffle’ and Be Kind by Marshmellow the same stairs that for so long solicited a mix of butterflies, excitement, and arousal.

Those feelings are all but gone, now being replaced by queasiness and sadness.

How far you’ve fallen, I think to myself.

When I reach the door, I knock.

After a minute, it swings open, startling me and causing me to take a step back.

Kathryn just stands there in the doorway while we stare back at each other.

She’s wearing her Epaulettes as per usual, but this time, she looks completely different.

Taking her in for a moment, I realize that Kathryn now feels like a total stranger.

Why is that?

She glances down at my dress before looking back up at my face. I do my best to read her expression. Emotionless.

This woman would seriously kill in Vegas, what with her outstanding poker face.

She steps to the side to let me in and closes the door behind me.

I take another step into the Bridge but no further. The tension is palpable as she moves to the captain’s chair and sits. She spins it around to face me.

It’s the energy in the room, I decide. It’s completely different. That’s why Kathryn feels like a total stranger now.

“Sit down.” Her voice cuts through the air like a knife to butter.

“I’d rather not,” I say defiantly.

She gives me a chilling stare before repeating the request. “I really wish you’d sit.”

This time, I know it isn’t a request. I pull out a chair from the table and sit down.

Once I’m seated, she speaks again.

“First of all, where the hell is your uniform,” more of a statement than a question.

“I’m on a break. The guests are off the boat for a couple hours.”

I adjust the position in my chair, crossing my legs. As a result, my dress creeps further up my thighs, causing Kathryn to involuntarily glance down. Her eyes linger for a moment.

She meets my gaze again. “That dress is not appropriate to wear around guests. Make sure you’re in your uniform before they’re back onboard.”

“Why, don’t you like it?” I retort sarcastically, crossing my arms now.

I continue meeting her icy glare, pretending as though I’m not utterly losing my shit on the inside.

“I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, does it,” she counters, taking me by surprise. I was honestly not expecting a response to my question.

We persist with our battle of wills, both refusing to break eye contact.

She goes on. “And your radio? I notice that this little outfit of yours has neither a belt nor pockets. You’re telling me that you’ve been carrying it around with you?”

“I – it – Yeah, I had it with me. I just left it when I came up here,” I lie, remembering our little radio incident from early on.

Kathryn ignores my response.

“I’ll be moving the boat tonight around 8PM and heading to port. Wind speeds are going to be 35 knots, and it won’t be safe to sit out here in the middle of the ocean. I know the guests were looking forward to going night diving but that’ll have to be cancelled,” pausing.

“So, I’ll need you to come up with an activity for them to do tomorrow morning – to make it up to them – before they depart.” Her voice is flat but soft.

The unsteady woman I had seen in the Bridge mere days ago is all but gone.

Glad to see you’re back to your old self, I guess. I can’t decide whether at this point, Kathryn is now hiding emotion or truly experiencing a lack thereof.

Not knowing is killing me.

“I can arrange for a couple of masseuses to come onboard. The guests might like to enjoy a long massage after brunch,” I say as I match her emotionless tone.

“Excellent.”

“All sorted then,” I state as I start to rise from my seat.

“No. Sit down.” Kathryn’s adıyaman escort voice is even quieter now, and it unsettles me.

I sit again. She takes a sip of water from the glass resting on the control panel, observing me over the rim as she does so.

Those eyes.

Even though brown may certainly be the most common eye color, I still had never happened upon a more hypnotic pair. And I knew that I most likely wouldn’t again, either; eyes that made me melt every time they met my gaze; eyes that made me absolute putty where I stood – or in this case, sat.

I feel myself involuntarily swallow. Was this nervousness or was I beginning to get turned on?

Placing the glass down, she leans back in her chair, setting both arms on either armrest.

Silence.

Kathryn watches me intently, completely still. Her unwavering gaze and power ‘stance’ makes me fidget in my seat.

I’m caught off guard as a new emotion in me is now bubbling to the surface: anger.

I stare back at her. My heartbeat begins to quicken, my breathing accelerating.

How dare she force me to sit here but then have nothing to say to me? What kind of power trip was this, exactly?

I find myself becoming more furious by the second – The only reason we were in this predicament was because of her. Kathryn knew exactly what she had been doing, starting with the small seductions leading to the culmination of … whatever this had been.

Yep. This was all Kathryn, I tell myself.

I mean – she knew that this was inappropriate from the start. The risks were the same on day one as they were on our final day together. Nothing had changed. So, why did she suddenly care what the consequences were?

Why now, after I’d fallen so hard for her?

I find myself wishing that she’d never touched me. That I never met her.

But the moment these thoughts manifest in my mind, they just as quickly evaporate due to a tightening in my chest; a sensation that tells me I don’t actually wish these things at all.

Now, I’m back to anger, although it’s a different type than it was a moment ago; anger at the discovery that I still very much care.

I’m jarred out of my rollercoaster of emotions when Kathryn breaks the silence.

“Have you told anyone about us?”

I just stare back at her, incredulous. “Are you serious?”

My question goes unanswered, and we sit in the stillness again. This time, my fury is too much to contain.

“And what do you mean, ‘us’? There is no ‘us’, and it’s clear that there never was an ‘us.'”

My abrupt little outburst seems to have an effect on Kathryn, with her stone-cold face now softening.

“Lucca, it’s not -“

“Go fuck yourself, Kathryn,” I cut her off as I emphasize her name. I am now only realizing that this is the first time I’d actually referred to her by her first name, without a title.

Her chest is beginning to rise and lower more rapidly now, and I notice that her hands are gripping the ends of the armrests tightly.

Shit. Maybe I’d gone too far.

I don’t have to wonder for too long.

Without warning, Kathryn stands up. She languidly moves towards me.

I freeze, unsure of what to make of this unexpected movement. I decide to stay seated, figuring that I’m probably fucked already anyway.

Now towering over me, she surveys me from above for a moment. I look up at her briefly, but her penetrating gaze inadvertently makes me look away.

I feel Kathryn’s hand move nonchalantly to the back of my head. She sharply tugs the back of my hair downwards so that I’m forced to look up at her again.

I cry out in a combination of pain and surprise.

She holds my head like that for another minute as I helplessly look up at her. Her glare is unwavering and never moves from my eyes.

Bending over now, she lowers her face so that it’s an inch from mine.

“Who do you think you are, little Chief Stew, disrespecting your Captain in such a manner?” She’s barely whispering.

My breathing has now become ragged. Any last-ditch attempt at holding onto my remaining anger has failed. In its place – desire. And Kathryn knows it.

My eyes involuntarily move down to her luscious lips as she flicks her tongue over the bottom one.

I can see that her own pupils have dilated with arousal as she lowers her lips to mine.

There is no tenderness here. I feel my lips part as our tongues furiously brush against one another’s, and I moan into her mouth.

I feel her hands rest on the straps of my dress before she pulls away from my lips and tugs it up and over my head with force, discarding it somewhere behind me.

Kneeling down, she undoes my bra with her right hand while pulling it off of me with her left in one swift motion.

Kathryn now attacks a nipple, sucking and twirling the bud around with her tongue before biting down and pulling. Not used to the sensation, I gasp loudly before being fully aware of the direct after-effect it has on my pussy.