AAA Detective Story - Looking for Francine - Part 2

 

After finishing lunch, Ken and Joan ask questions of a few more people. Not a lot to be learned so they will be back later. The icy rain still falls from the sky as Ken pulls his coat tighter around him and adjusts his fedora.

“Wanna stand under my umbrella, Boss?” Joan offers.

There is a ding of a streetcar as it comes down the street and stops near the “Happy Clam”.

“I thought the mayor said that the were going to switch this area to busses.” Ken comments as he makes a note about the streetcar.

“Maybe they’re cheaper to operate down here?” Joan offers.

“Maybe.” He responds as he goes to his car.

“Where to now, Boss?” Joan asks.

Looking at his watch, “It’s too early to meet Mulrooney. Let’s go back to the office. I think I need to call Mister Raymond Martin.”

As they drive Ken asks “Oh by the way, I forgot to ask, why did you offer ‘Congratulations’ when he was on the phone?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, it looks like Misses Huddler is in the family way again.” She smiles. “We should send over some flowers or chocolates.”

“Really? That’s interesting. ‘Teddy’ and Karen made a little brother or sister for little Teddy Junior.” He focuses on driving. “Yeah, we can send them a little something.”

When they get back to the office, Ken calls Ramon. Unfortunately he doesn’t know where Francisco was living. He only saw him when he visited his Tia Barbara. Ken copies down the address. It’s one of those tenements in the old part of downtown. “Can you call her and tell her I have a few questions for her?”

“I can. But how good is your Spanish? Her English isn’t that good.” Ramon responds.

Ken sighs “I can muddle through. My Italian is better.”

“Do your best. Maybe one of my other cousins will be there to help. Is there anything else?”

“Oh, yeah, did you guys pay the city to make sure the streetcars were still running down there?”

There is a moment of silence. “Mister Cooper, Huddler Trucking and Shipping is in the transportation business. If we asked the City to continue running the streetcars in area for the benefit of our employees, what’s the harm?”

“None. I thought the City was changing things over to buses. Do you know if Francisco took the streetcar to the “Happy Clam”?”

“I don’t know. As I said, I don’t know where he was living. Now if you have no further questions, I need to get back to work.” Ramon says in a clipped tone.

“That’ll do for now. Thanks.” Ken hangs up his phone and looks at the painting on the wall. It is a lamp with a fish for a lightbulb. He lights a cigarette. “Things aren’t what you expect.” He says as blows a cloud of smoke into the air.

“Joan, how good’s your Spanish?” Ken yells.

“Asi-asi. Yo solo hablo pequito Espanol.” She responds.

“Is that from being with Pete?” He asks with a sly grin.

“Naw Boss, he don’t speak it. Besides I got a better uses for his mouth.”

Ken laughs. “I remember. Grab your coat and hat. We need to pay a visit to Tia Barbara.”

The rain stopped but things are still wet and cloudy as they drive to the old Downtown.

The tenements always remind Ken of the end of the War, when people were trying to pull their shattered lives and broken buildings back together. Neighbors helping neighbors but there’s never enough for everyone. It doesn’t help that the landlords charge just enough in rent to give people a place to stay, but not enough to replace things or make more than the most necessary of repairs. But at least there aren’t any UXBs lying in the trash and piles of broken furniture. He sees the address and parks by an open lot where kids are playing stick-ball.

“Hey Kids.” He yells as he gets out of the car. Joan looks curiously at him.

The children stop their game and come over “Wha’cha wan’ mis’er?” one of the larger ones asks, chewing something as he talks.

Ken pulls out a few bills. “While you’re playing, why don’t you keep an eye on my clunker here. It’s not much but I like it.” He hands a couple of ones to him. “When I’m done, if everything’s still there, I’ll give you a fin to split among yourselves.”

Their eyes get wide at the idea of five dollars split among the eight of them.

“Does I hav’ t’ split dese too?” The large kid asks as he looks at the dollars.

“I’ll leave that up to you. I bet you could get malteds and funny books and still have some scratch. But I’ll leave that to you.” Ken straightens his hat. “I just need my old crate to still be here when I come back.” He says with a smile and wink.

“You got it Mister.” Says one of the others. “Yeah!” says a third.

Joan takes his hand as they cross the street and look at the building numbers. The voices and languages spoken are a mix of folks who came from Europe and the Americas. His rudimentary Italian and Spanish might be needed more than he thought.

Walking past street venders and stalls, they find her building and go up to the apartment. Knocking on the door, Joan says “Senoria Barbara, Puedo hablar contigo. Somos amigos de Ramon.” The door opens and a stocky woman wearing a plain dress and an apron fills the doorway.

“Ramon? No esta aqui.”

“Si, Tia Barbara, Stiamo cercando Francisco.” Ken interjects.

Joan shakes her head and says “Estamos trantando de encontrar a Francisco, Tia Barbara.”

“Si, Si.” Aunt Barbara responds and invites them in, quickly having them sit down and offering coffee. They both politely decline as Joan explains that they were hired by Ramon to find Francisco. Ken asks in Italian, if she knows where Francisco lived, which Joan quickly repeats in Spanish. At that point Ken keeps quiet and takes notes. The more he listens to Barbara and Joan, the more he realizes he understands Spanish but really can’t speak it.

After a few more minutes of discussion and getting the apartment number to Francisco’s place in the next building, along with a key, they all stand. Ken pulls out a couple of bills and presses them into her hand. In English he says “Here is a little something to get a ‘fatted calf’ for when Francisco comes home.” Aunt Barbara looks confused. Joan tells her “Es dinero para una fiesta de bienvenida para Francisco.”

Tears well up in the corners of her eyes. She wipes them with the corner of her apron, then hugs Ken. “Find him please.” She says in heavily accented English.

He places his arms around her. “I’ll do my best Tia Barbara.”

As they walk to the next building, Ken glances down towards his car. The kids stopped playing ball but there are two of them watching it from the edge of the lot. He smiles, “The others must have gone to the corner shop.”

They enter the brownstone building and climb up the stairs until they find the right door. Joan puts the key in and turns the knob. Ken stands ready for anything. Anything except for what they find.

Dresses. The small apartment is full of different dresses, shoes, and wigs. There are multiple wardrobe bags hanging up, next to a few suits. A few well-traveled hat boxes are by the window. It’s cluttered but organized and cared for. Ken looks around to see if he can find when someone was last there.

“There’s no makeup.” Joan says looking at the top of the dresser.

“What’s that?” Ken asks.

Joan opens a few drawers. “I see stockings, bras, panties, boxers, but..” she motions around the small apartment “No makeup.” Don’t these female impersonators do the heavy makeup to hide their looks?”

Ken opens a couple of hat boxes, which contain hats and shoes. He then goes to the clothing rack. There are a few empty hangers. He jots down a few notes.

“You’re right. We’re still missing something.” Ken makes sure that he puts everything back where it was. “Let’s return the key to Aunt Barbara.”

As they get to the street Ken hears a familiar Ding-Ding as the streetcar stops at the corner of the block.

He checks his watch. “I’ve got time.” He mutters. Quickly, he hands Joan the keys to his car and a five dollar bill. “Pay the kids and drive the car back to the office. I’m going to see where this line goes.”

With a shocked expression Joan says “Ok, Boss.”

As he briskly walks to catch the streetcar before it gets going again, he hears voices yell. “Hey Mister, what about your jalopy?”

He yells back “My dame will take it. She’s got your moolah too.”

Riding the streetcar, Ken looks at the people. Folks just trying to get from one place to another. He looks at a blank spot where the “Colored Seated in Rear” sign used to be. He smiles “I bet that was one of the conditions Teddy gave the City fathers, with his donation to keep the streetcars running.”

At the next stop he asks the Conductor “Where does this line run?”

“This is the old Downtown to Waterfront line. We go all the way to the docks.” He responds without looking.

Ken nods. “How many cars on the line?”

“Oh I don’t know, we got enough to hit a stop every half hour or so.”

Ken writes it down. “Last question. When do they stop running?”

“We have them back to the yard by midnight, then start again at seven.” The conductor answers, then says “Take your seat.” As he closes the doors.

The sound of the metal wheels on the tracks and the electric pop as the contactor hits where wires cross. Ken sits on a seat and looks out the window. “This is probably what Francisco did.” He notices that they’re coming near Maple Street. He looks at his watch. If he gets off and walks up Maple, he can make it to the ‘Stick and Hook pub’ around the time that Brian Mulrooney gets off of work. The trolley stops and Ken gets off and starts walking towards Uptown.

It’s a few blocks farther than he thought, but by the time he gets there, he needs a beer to take care of his thirst. Walking through the door, his coat feels too warm, so he pulls it off along with his hat. Multiple pairs of eyes watch him as he scans the room and takes an empty stool at the bar. The barman is a big burly ex-fireman, with a big, waxed mustache and beard. “What’ll ya’ have?” he asks with a Celtic brogue.

Ken puts a couple of quarters on the bar. “Just a beer.” He points to tap marked ‘Gulstead’, the local brewery. “One of those.”

The barman nods, fills a mug, then quickly sweeps up the four bits.

Ken sips and looks at the oversized nightstick on the wall crossed with a fireman’s hook. ‘The Stick and Hook Pub’ are written above them in a beautiful fluid script. On the walls are photos of the City’s old police stations and fire houses. As Ken looks around, a number of people are still watching him. He smiles and nods, holding up his mug. Most look away without responding. “Such is the glamorous life of a private dick.” He mutters to himself as he slowly sips and waits for Brian to show up.

He doesn’t have to wait too long before he sees his friend walk in, still in uniform. “What’s goin’ on here?” his voice booms in that authoritative tone.

“Beer, Sergent.” A voice responds.

“Good, Carry on.” He responds with a smile as his coworkers laugh and return to their drinking and talking.

The barman fills a mug and watches where Mulrooney is going. When he sees him sit next to Ken, he sets down the beer.

“Thanks, Bobby. He’s paying tonight.” He says as he takes a sip and nods towards Ken.

Ken pulls out a couple of dollars. “I said the drinks are on me. But I thought we were only having a couple.” Smiling as he hands the tender a dollar and his now empty mug.

Brian smiles. “I’ll go easy on you tonight.” He stands up, takes his beer and walks to an empty table near the rear. “Bobby, I’ll be at my table.”

The bartender nods as Ken grabs his newly refilled drink and follows.

They quietly talk for a while, and Brian has a few shots of Irish whiskey, along with a pitcher of beer.

Brian confirms that the police are not raiding the “Happy Clam” because they’ve been paid not to. But they also don’t really patrol down there either. Those aren’t their kind of people. Brian then starts asking questions. His voice is quiet but heavily accented from the drink. “Kenny, I know yu’re workin’ a case, but d’ ya’ haf ta work for pansies?”

“Brian, they’re as good as anyone. And their money’s good too.” Ken replies glancing at the time. He knows if he wants to make it to the Happy Clam tonight, he’ll either have to call a taxi or walk back down to the streetcar line.

“But they do thin’s tha’ ‘re agin th’ Church. Dressin’ like gals and playin’ wif their bollocks.” He takes a shot and then a deep drink of his beer.

“I can’t explain it in any way that makes sense to you Brian, but they’re good people and they need my help.” Ken looks at his watch. “I need to go, if I’m going to catch the streetcar. I’ll see you later.” He pulls out a couple more dollars and a hand full of change, placing them on the table. “That should cover the rest of it.”

Pulling on his coat and hat he looks to the bartender. “Goodnight.” They nod at each other as he leaves out the door.

The night air is cold and damp as he hustles down the street to catch the streetcar. Between the cold and quick walk, the effects of the couple of beers he drank are gone by the time he boards the electric trolley. “Off to the Happy Clam” he says to himself.

Sex with the Boss

 

“Those cock-sucking sons a bitches.” You hear her yell.

Grabbing your notepad and a pen you enter her office to see what’s up.

She is standing in front of the monitor which is raised up on her “sit/stand” desk. She is furiously scrolling thought emails and DMs.

“Can I help, Boss?” you ask quietly. She is so angry and excited that the nipples of her large round breasts are visible through her lacy bra and silk shirt.

“Those fuckers down in contracting used last year’s language and conditions on the Alyssum LLC contract.” She says on the verge of yelling.

“Oh shit.” You quietly respond. Alyssum LLC is one of your company’s most important clients. A year ago, when you were hired, going from an intern to an employee, it was that contract she landed. She had been so angry and stressed then, but you helped her calm down and relax. Seeing her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top, you try to focus on work and try to forget that time you licked her pussy as a stress reliever.

“If I could find that damn email, I think there’s time to fix this.” She continues angrily.

“Do you mean the version of the contract with your changes?” you ask calmly.

She turns and looks at you. “Of course. Do you still have it?”

You want to give her a quippy answer like ‘Of course, it’s what you pay me for’ or ‘that’s why you pay me the big bucks’ but you know the more direct answer of “Yes Ma’am. I have it in our ‘Contract Drafts’ folder. May I?”

She steps back and lets you use her computer. Quickly, on the Collaborative Work program, you find the ‘Contracts’ channel and the ‘Drafts’ folder. You pull up the document. “If you want, Ma’am, I can share it with them right now.”

She looks at the clock, picks up the phone and punches buttons. “Yes, share it with them. I’m calling their supervisor to make sure they know.” You back away as she steps in, lowers her monitor and sits in her chair. You watch her stretch out her toned legs as she says “Ryan, Yeah it’s me. Your people screwed up Alyssum.”

You close her door and go back to your desk. Most days you can focus on the work and think of her as “the Boss” but today is one of those days, where her top is so tight and her skirt hugs her hips. When you go home tonight, you’ll fantasize about her, again.

As the day goes on, she keeps her door closed. You check her status. “Busy-On the Phone”, pops up a few times. At one point, you hear her through the door “That motherfucker and his bitch wife can eat my cunt. They got the house in the divorce. They don’t get anything else.”

You put on your headphones. She must be talking with her divorce lawyer. You know it was a very messy divorce and put a lot of stress on her. She’ll probably leave early and go to the gym to work out. She exercises most days and you enjoy seeing how her yoga pants and sports bra accent her curves. Thinking about it makes your dick tingle. You close your eyes and remind yourself that you’re still at work. Wait until you get home to masturbate.

It’s almost quitting time so you pull off your headphones. Checking her status, she is “Available”. That’s strange. She should be powering down and heading to the gym. You start closing up the office. Locking cabinets, ensuring the coffee pot is off, and turning off lights. Checking the time, it’s 20 minutes past time to go. You check her status one last time before you power off your workstation. It stills says “Available”.

Turning the knob on her door you quietly open it. You see her leaned back in her chair, her pantyhose is on her desk along with one leg. Her blouse is open and her nipples poke over the top of her bra. Her eyes are closed as you see her working a glass dildo in and out of her wet cunt and using a small buzzing toy on her clit.

That pussy. That tasty pussy. It’s been a year since you licked it. “Oh God I want it.” You say aloud. Her eyes pop open as she sits up, the glass toy still in her. You quickly close the door. “I’m sorry Ma’am. It’s time to go and I just wanted to see if you’re all right.”

“Lock the door.” She commands. Silently you nod. “Get over here.”

Walking to her desk, your dick hardens in your slacks. On a chair you see her gym bag, open with her workout clothes, and a towel. “Getting ready to go to the gym?” you ask.

“I want a different workout. Do you still jerk off thinking about me?” she asks in a seductive tone. She turns off the buzzing toy and removes the glass dildo, placing them both on her desk, but her legs are still wide open, giving you a clear view of her wet, open pussy.

Licking your lips, you slowly nod. “Yes Ma’am.” You rub your hard member through your slacks.

“Show me what you have.” She commands. Last time, you licked her pussy with your clothes on. This time you undo your belt, and pull your dick out for her. “Mmmmm. I like it. Stand there and stroke it for me.” She tells you. You lick your palm and rub saliva around the tip. 

Slowly you stroke from tip to base. Your other hand lightly squeezes your balls. “Like this, Ma’am?” you ask.

Taking her dildo she rubs it along her wet pussy lips. You imagine your dick moving in it’s place. “Tell me how badly you want to fuck me.” Her voice is still low and seductive.

“Very badly Ma’am. You taste so good. I want to be in you.”

“You’re such a good boy. I’ve got a reward for you.” She rotates her chair and motions for you to come around her desk. She leans forward, and licks your hard shaft, before taking it all in her mouth. Her mouth is so warm and wet as she lightly sucks. You’ve fantasized about her sucking you but you never imagined it felt this good. She pulls you out and strokes up and down. “Not a bad flavor. But I remember you’re better with your mouth. Get on your knees.”

Doing as she asks, you get down. Your hard cock bounces. Placing her legs on your shoulders, you get your mouth right up to her sweet cunt. It smells like last time, a smell you’ve fantasized about. Slowly you lick up and down her folds.

“Yes. Take your time. Give me what I want.” Her voice is softer yet full of desire. You taste her excitement. After going up and down, around and across, you thrust your tongue as deeply as it goes. Your nose rubs her clit as her hands grab your hair. “Yes. Like that.” You then lick up again and around her clit. Then you suck it. Gently. Your lips covered in her moisture as you suck her nub. “Harder.” She commands as she pulls your hair with one hand as her other moves up and pulls one of her nipples. 

She tastes so good but you want your dick inside her so badly. “I want to fuck you.” You mumble around her clit. She pulls your head tighter against her.

“Suck harder. Make me cum. Now.” She humps your mouth. You slide two fingers into her open pussy. Twisting and thrusting as you suck and lick her clit. She hold you tightly as you feel her orgasm against your face. Her pussy pulses. Your cock is so hard you want to cum for her too.

She releases you. “Get up.” She grabs your shirt and pull your face right in front of hers. “We’ll do something, I rarely do. If anyone ever hears we did it, I’ll know it was you and you’ll be gone.” There’s an underlying tone of threat mixed with lust.

“Ma’am, your secrets are safe with me.” You quietly reassure her.

“Grab the lube from my bag.” She directs you. Lifting the towel, you see a bottle of personal lubricant. You carry it over as she raises her skirt and bends over her desk. “Lube my asshole and then fuck me hard.” Her tone is still low but just as commanding as before.

“Yes Ma’am.” You respond. Only in your wildest fantasies have you imagined your hard cock buried in her firm ass.

Dripping some of the thick liquid on the crack of her ass, you massage and rub it on her skin. She spreads her cheeks. “Lube me good.” She directs.

“Yes, Ma’am”. You squirt some into your hand and rub it directly around her puckered hole. You slide a slick finger into her. She relaxes and lets out a light moan. 

She releases her cheeks and hands you the glass dildo. “Use this to prepare me for you.”

“Of Course, Ma’am.” You respond as you lube it then press it against her tightest hole. Slowly you work it in and out, going deeper with each twisting thrust.

“God. That feels so good.” She pants. You hear her turn on her clit buzzer and move it between her legs. “Put it in me. Fuck me. Now.” Her use of coarse language turns you on so much. Dropping your pants to the ground, you rub lubricant on your hard cock. You are so aroused you don’t know how long you’ll last. Placing the mushroom tip against her starfish hole, you gently press. She moans as she relaxes and takes you in. You go deeper than you expected but she feels so warm and tight. Grabbing her hips, you thrust in and out. “Harder. Deeper.” She commands.

You bite your lower lip as you pull her harder into you. Her skin slapping against yours makes a noise you’ve only heard in porn videos. She starts moaning and you feel the vibrations from the buzzer. She is so tight. You thrust and hold it. Your cock throbs and pulses as you fill her with your semen. She breathes harder as she presses the buzzer against her and you feel her ass tighten around you as she cums again.

You take moment and slide your softening dick from her. Drips of lube and cum follow. “Lick me clean.” She commands. Without thinking, you drop to your knees and your tongue goes into her recently used hole. You lick and suck until she is clean. She then straightens up. “Use the towel.” You nod, get up, grab her towel and wipe her clean. She turns, takes the towel, wipes your soft member, and then your mouth. “You are a very good boy. That’s the kind of workout I needed after a stressful day”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank You.” You reply as you pull up your pants and fasten your belt. “Is there anything else you need before I leave?”

She shakes her head as she pulls down, adjusts her skirt, and re-buttons her top. “If you continue to do such good work for me, maybe I’ll fulfill more of your fantasies.”

“Of course, Ma’am. Good night.” You say as you leave her office. When you get home you jerk off again, remembering how good it felt to cum in her ass.

Another Snow Day

 

“More Snow.” You say to yourself as you take a sip of coffee and stare out the back window. You watch the snow fall, illuminated by the back porch light and the early morning sky. The previous snow had mostly melted and now you are getting a couple more inches.

The local TV news is rotating between weather, school closings, and traffic updates.

“Mommy, is there school?” your daughter asks as she walks into the kitchen wearing pajamas and still clutching her stuffed dog.

“No Baby. No school. It’s still snowing. I don’t have to go into work either.” You say as you bend down and give her a hug.

“Snow?” she asks and then runs to the sliding glass door to look out the back porch.

Fresh snow covers where the previous paths had been cleared and everything is covered with a fresh white blanket.

“Mommy, what’re the birds and squirrels gonna eat? The feeder’s covered again.” She says with a tone of actual concern.

“We’ll put some seeds and nuts on the top of the snow. But they are hiding while it’s still snowing. Wait until the snow stops falling and we’ll do it then.” You reassure her.

“You gonna make breakfast?” she asks.

You smile at her, “Of course, what are you hungry for?”

She goes to the refrigerator and pulls out the tube of ‘easy bake cinnamon rolls’. “Make these Mommy. It makes the kitchen smell so good.”

“Ok. Do you want to help?” You ask. 

“Uh-huh”, She says nodding.

You warm up the oven as she gets the small round pan out of the cupboard for you. In a few minutes you have the greased pan full of doughy curls and ready to go in.

“Can I spread the frosting?” she asks as she holds the cold plastic cup of sugary goo.

“You have to wait until these are done.” You say, “Why don’t you put it on the counter for now?” She smiles and does as you ask. You put the pan in the oven and set the timer. “While that bakes, why don’t you get dressed. If you put something warm, you’ll be ready to go outside and play in the snow.”

“Ok.” She says, taking her stuffed dog from the counter and goes to her bedroom.

“I have the laptops set up in the den.” Your husband says as he enters the kitchen, an empty coffee mug in his hand.

“Thanks Dear”, you reply. “I’m glad we can telework but hate that it’s expected that we will telework every time there’s bad weather.”

He kisses you and refills his mug. “It only makes sense. Keeping people off the road, but still getting emails answered and office work done.” He looks out the window. “Look at that come down. I’m glad the schools and offices are closed.”

You walk up behind him, kissing his neck and wrapping your arms around him. “If the kids were asleep still, I’d say we head to the bedroom and enjoy some time under the blankets.”

He turns, kisses and hugs you. “That is too tempting this morning.”

The timer for the cinnamon rolls goes off. He releases you, “Go pull ’em out. Do you want a hand?”

You shake your head. “No, I’ve already got help.” You say as your daughter returns, a pink sweatshirt with a cartoon dog on the front, and thick blue sweatpants. 

“Daddy! Are you gonna help make cinnamon rolls too?” 

He bends down and hugs her. “No, your mommy said you were going to do it.” He looks at you and winks.

Using the hot pads, you pull out the pan and flip the rolls onto an empty plate.

“Is it my turn?” your daughter asks. You nod and move the plate and frosting cup to the kitchen table as your daughter climbs into her chair. Using a butter knife she carefully spreads the white goo onto the circle of steaming hot buns.

“Mmmmm Those smell so good.” Your husband says. “Can I have one?”

“Not yet Daddy. Let me finish.” Your daughter says as she slathers the frosting on and scrapes the last of it from the plastic cup. “Ok. Now you can.” She says proudly.

Your husband grabs one, “I’m going to check morning emails. I’ll be in the den.”

“I’ll be down shortly” you tell him. “By the way, don’t you want to have on more than your robe?”

“Good idea. I’ll check emails then get dressed.” He responds and blows you a kiss.

Looking at your daughter you tell her, “Only have one, Baby. You have to leave enough for everyone, including your brother.” She smiles with bits of frosting and roll on her face as she takes the other rolls from her napkin and puts them back on the plate. You refill coffee and sit at the table with her, watching the TV on the wall.

Your son walks into the kitchen, yawning and his hair sticking up all directions. “What smells so good?” He then looks at the table and grabs a cinnamon roll.

“Mommy said only take one. Leave enuff for everyone.” Your daughter directs.

You smile at that. “No school today. Eat up and get dressed. You and your sister can play outside in the snow. Daddy and I have to work from home today.”

“Yay!” he says as he pulls a glass from the cupboard and fills it with milk. “Can we change the channel to cartoons?”

You nod as you pick up the serving plate and wrap up the remaining rolls. “Have some breakfast. I need to go and check emails.”

Your daughter gets off her chair and pulls the cereal box from the pantry. “Can we eat in the living room?”

You shake your head, “Not today. Eat at the table. Then clean up.” You carry your coffee in one hand and your warm roll in the other as you walk down to the den.

Your husband has your laptop set up on your desk, catty corner from his. He’s leaning back in his chair as he scrolls through the messages.

“Anything interesting?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Most of it is just folks saying they are teleworking or using a day of leave.”

You set your coffee mug on your desk, log into your computer, with the cinnamon roll in your mouth.

He looks over at you and chuckles. “You look sexy with your mouth filled, but I’d like it to be with something else.”

Your home page comes up, and you take a bite of the roll. After you swallow, you smile at him. “I prefer it when your mouth is busy.”

He gets up, closes the door to the den. “Are the kids busy upstairs?”

You nod, “Eating cereal and watching TV.”

He walks over to you. “Are you serious about me using my mouth? Give you a little oral treat before I go upstairs and get cleaned up?”

“Do you want to get under my desk as I’m on my computer?” You ask, hinting to the time you roll played “Boss and Secretary”. He nods and gets under your desk as you stand up and pull down your yoga pants. With your pants around your ankles, you sit and spread your legs, as you focus on your computer screen. Pulling up emails you scroll through them. Most of them are just quick status updates. As you read, you feel your husband’s warm lips on your right thigh, and his hair rubbing against the left one.

HR has an email that asks for your status. You need to respond and CC your supervisor telling them that you are teleworking. As you start typing, you feel his lips at the edge of your panties. His breath is warm and the tip of his tongue is wet. You inhale through your nose as you try to focus on writing. You feel the crotch of your panties slide to the side and the tip of his tongue slowly licks up and down.

“I am teleworking today.” You type. You feel his hands grip your hips as he thrusts his tongue into you. You bite your lower lip to stifle a moan. Your husband is so good at this. Trying to focus on work, you reread your message, and ensure that your supervisor is CC’d.. Your husband’s mouth covers your clit and you feel his gentile suction.

“Oh God” you say in a low tone and then bite your lower lip again. You hit send and the status email goes out.

Moving your hands under the desk, you grab your husband’s head. “You want me to cum? Ok, Hold on.” You say in a low tone as you hump his mouth. He grips your hips tighter as he continues licking and sucking your clit. Part of your mind is telling you ‘finish up, the kids will need something’ and ‘keep checking on work, you don’t want to get distracted’. Then your husband starts humming. The suction, warmth, and vibrations all push you over the edge. Your hands and thighs tighten around his head as you cum. He keeps holding you as your pussy pulses against his mouth.

You are breathing hard as you unclench and let go. Rolling your chair back, you let your husband get out from under the desk. He kisses you and you taste yourself on him. His shorts are tented by his hard cock. “Damn. I’ll have to take care of that later.” You say.

“Mmmm, Pussy and cinnamon roll, two flavors that go together better than I thought.” He smiles. “I’ll hold you to that.” He wraps his robe around him tighter. “I’ll check on the kids and get dressed. You can pull your leggings up for now.”

You stand up and adjust yourself, “Leave the door open so I can hear the kids.” You tell him, then you check your office Messenger tool and your collaborative work program.

A message pops up, “I know you’re at home, but don’t forget to sign off on last week’s vouchers. They should all be in the system.” It’s your boss.

You sigh. A nasty thought enters your mind. You are tempted to respond with something like “I’ll do them while my husband rails me from behind. Picture me getting fucked hard as I review your paperwork.” But as much as you’d love to have your old, conservative leaning boss turn red with embarrassment by your ‘filthy language’, you are a ‘good girl’ and so you respond instead with. “Of course. I’ll pull up the folder now and start working on them.” You take a sip of your coffee and focus on work.

After reviewing, and either approving or returning vouchers, you stand up and stretch. Your husband dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and typing a document so you don’t want to disturb him. Your coffee cup is empty, and you head back upstairs. The kids are in the living room watching TV, your son still in his pajamas. “Why don’t you get dressed. If it stopped snowing, you can go outside.”

As you rinse your cup, you look out the window. The snow stopped falling and the backyard looks so beautiful. You open the sliding glass door, and touch the snow. It’s not too dry or too wet. Perfect for snowball fights and snowmen. You grab a scoop full of bird seed and throw it as far as you can. Small seeds scatter over a small section of the snow covered porch. “That should help until I can refill the feeder.” You say to whatever birds are hiding up in the trees. After you close the door, you head back down to the den. 

You walk up behind your husband. “Are you almost done?” you whisper in his ear.

“Almost… Why?” he asks. You put your wet cold hand at the back of his neck. “What the..?” he says as he turns unexpectedly.

Laughing you back up “I just wanted to tell you that it stopped snowing.” He reaches for you and tickles you. You love and hate when he does that. You laugh uncontrollably and lie on your side.

“Be thankful my hands aren’t cold and wet.” He says with an evil tone while crouching over you and still tickling.

“We’re ready. Is Mommy all right?” says your daughter from the den doorway, her big puffy coat is zipped up and her pink fuzzy mittens are on her hands.

Your husband stops and stands up. “Yes baby, Mommy’s all right. She played a trick on Daddy so I was tickling her.” He makes sure that your daughter’s coat is fastened. “Is your brother ready too?”

At the top of the stairs your son yells down, “Yeah, Let’s go.”

Your husband kisses your daughter and then she goes up the stairs and follows her brother.

Your husband sighs, “Let me do a little more work, then I’ll go out with the kids and clear the driveway and sidewalks.”

You get up off the floor and straighten your shirt. “Do you want soup and sandwiches for lunch?”

He nods as he sits back at his desk “That sounds good.”

You let him focus, as you return to your desk. Messages and emails have popped up since you stepped away. “No rest for the wicked.” You mutter.

Lunch is a can of chicken noodle soup mixed with a can of country vegetable along with grilled cheese sandwiches. The kids made a couple of lumpy snowmen, which you took pictures of with your phone. Your husband cleared the driveway and sidewalks. 

Watching the “News at Noon” while you eat, you see that the weather will be warmer tomorrow and things should reopen. You look at your husband, “I guess I need to focus on work today, and be ready to be back in the office tomorrow.” You have the kids make sure their homework is done and their school bags are packed. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent teleworking. Your husband finishes before you, packs up his laptop, and then heats up leftover casserole for dinner. When you finish, you also power off, and put your laptop into your work bag, which you put in the living room. The kids already have their school bags lined up too. 

Dinner goes smoothly and everyone helps clean up. Then everyone goes to the living room to watch TV. You snuggle on the couch next to your husband, as you let the kids pick some shows on the cartoon and family channels. Resting your head against your husband, you comment “Not a bad day.”

He places your hand on his crotch and whispers “Once we get the kids to bed, let’s make it better.”

At bedtime, your husband reads to your daughter, as your son brushes his teeth. In your bedroom, you pull off your yoga pants and top. Looking in the mirror you see the curves that motherhood brought on. Your body is a canvas of marks from giving birth and recovering. Your skin feels a little dry so you sit on the bed and rub some lotion on it.

“Want some help?” your husband asks softly as he closes the bedroom door.

“Are the kids in bed?” you ask

He nods. “If we give them a few minutes then you can do what you said in the den earlier.”

“What did I say?” you ask in mock innocence.

He walks closer and undoes his jeans, pulling out his soft prick. “That you’d take care of this.”

“Awww it looks tired. Maybe I should let it rest.” You playfully respond.

He sees the skin lotion on the bed, then goes to the night stand for the lube. “Being you are already putting lotion on, maybe I need some lotion too?”

“If I do, no anal tonight. I didn’t prep for it.” You say in a soft but direct tone.

He smiles and nods. “No anal. I love your pussy more anyway.” He says.

Part of you knows it’s not the entire truth. Yes, he loves your pussy, but the times you’ve let him fuck your ass, he cums quickly. His word is good though, so you take the bottle of lube from him. “Do you want standing or on the bed?” you ask.

“If we do doggie style, then standing. Unless you feel like riding me tonight?” There is a glint in his eye and a slightly wicked grin on his face.

“Maybe next time Dear, I’m a little tired and don’t feel like doing all the work.” 

You drip some lube on his soft member and slowly stroke it. He hardens quickly. It looks tasty. Nice, thick, and veiny, with a tip that gets darker the more excited he gets. “Mmmm, You are enjoying this.” You purr, then you lick the tip. The familiar flavor of the lube mixes with his natural flavors. Slowly you lick along the firm shaft as you hold near the tip. Then you take him in your mouth. You feel the firm spongy tip at the back of your mouth. You relax your throat to take him a bit deeper. You feel his hands on your head as he thrusts into your mouth. Your pussy tingles. He’s so hard and excited. You move your head back and take him out as you stroke his slick cock. “I don’t think you’ll last long, so let’s fuck.”

Getting on your hands and knees on the bed, you position your ass at the edge. You feel him slide your panties to the side, then rub his slick shaft along your wet pussy lips. He’s teasing you. Then a hand is on your lower back and you feel him work the tip between your hungry lips. Once in, he grabs your hips and pulls you solidly against him. It’s a little harder than you expected but not unpleasant. He works it in and out of you at a steady pace. You reach down and rub your clit. He notices and slows his rhythm. Your nipples rub against the blanket as he continues to fuck you. Between his actions and your rubbing of your clit, you feel your orgasm building.

“You like me fucking you like this.” He says in a low tone through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna fill that cunt of yours.” He pulls you tightly and holds it. His hard cock fills you so well. You rub faster as you cum. He’s throbbing inside of you too. You love when you both cum together. After a moment you realize that your other hand was gripping the blanket hard, so you release your grip as you feel him slide out of you. His warm lips kiss the back of your neck. “I’ve been wanting to do that to you all day.”

You turn, lie on your back, and pull him on top of you. “I’ve been wanting that all day.”

He hugs you for a moment, then releases you. “Let me get ready for bed.” He says, as you realize he’s still wearing his t-shirt along with his socks.

“I’ll put on a nightie too.” You say as you get up, wipe yourself with your panties, then put on a fresh set and cotton nightshirt.

“Awww, I thought you’d wear the sheer one.” He jokingly comments as he pulls on his shorts.

You smile, “Not tonight. I want something a bit warmer.”

You both get into bed, as he hold you loosely and you rest your head on his chest. “Goodnight Honey.” He says

“Goodnight Dear.” You reply and soon you both drift off to sleep.

Music Festival Hookup

 

You wake up on Saturday of a holiday weekend and scroll on your phone looking for something to do. “Get up sleepy head.” Your sister Abby says as she bursts in and throws a T-shirt at you. “There’s an open-air concert today. Mandi, Hailey, and Misty are going. They’ll be here in a bit.”

Before you can answer, she is gone and getting ready. You get up, clean up, and get dressed. You put on a blue and white bikini. Everyone says it ‘matches your eyes’. Then you pull on a t-shirt and shorts. Checking your phone, you see the weather will be hot and sunny. Perfect for an outdoor concert. You then search for EDM events in the city. Nothing really pops up, so you widen the search, but don’t find anything for the kind of music you like. “Hey Sis, where’s this concert?”

She comes back with a blanket over her shoulder and a six-pack of water in her hand. “I dunno, Misty said she’s driving and it’ll be fun.”

Just then you hear a car horn honk. A Jeep with the top down pulls up, with Misty in the front seat, Hailey riding “shotgun”, and Mandy alone in the back. 

“Let’s go Ladies”. Hailey yells. You grab your beach bag, which has everything you think you’ll need for the day in it. Abby sees the cooler behind the bench seat and puts the water in it. There’s already bottles there but more is better than less. You place your bag next to the cooler, and Abby’s blanket on top. 

You climb in and buckle up. When Abby gets in, she says “Let’s go.”

The warm wind blows your long hair as you go on the highway. “Where are we going?” You ask loudly over the noise of the road.

Mandi shows you an image on her phone, “Holiday Free Concert in the Park — Dozens of bands in the 2-day event”

You grab your phone and try to find it. “I don’t see it anywhere near the City.” You say.

Mandi laughs, “No its out at…” she scrolls on her phone. “Farmville, Farmington…it’s something like that.”

Hailey and Misty laugh. “It’s a good thing we know where we’re going. Relax, we’ll be there a little after things start.” 

You pull your hair into a ponytail with a scrunchy and lean your head back on the seat. The sun and wind feel great.

Soon Misty takes an exit leading to a small town. You see banners saying “Summer Weekend Concert ”. She parks the jeep and you all get out. Abby grabs the blanket and you take your bag. Misty and Hailey carry the cooler.

Its still early and the first band is onstage. It’s a classic rock band playing oldies to get the small crowd excited. Between the drums, electric guitars, and bass, the air just vibrates. You can’t believe how this feels in the morning air.

Abby finds a shady spot and lays out the blanket. You set everything down in the shade. It’s a little bit back away from the stage but you all agree that you’ll rotate who stays with the stuff and who goes up to the stage to have fun. It also will allow whoever needs, can come back and relax in the shade.

You don’t recognize the band but they are doing a great job of playing cover songs. You move closer to the stage and dance with the rest of the crowd. Songs change from hard rocking to power ballads. You move and dance along with the music. You feel energized and alive.

The lead guitarist is a good-looking woman, but the bass player really catches your eye. Black leather pants, tight t-shirt and muscular arms that make powerful notes thunder from his bass. As you dance, bodies move against yours. The mid-morning air, the music, and the warmth of the other dancers just feel so good. Your skin is electric and your nerves are buzzing.

The singer tells the crowd that they only have a couple more songs, and then the next band will take the stage. You don’t know what’s next because you haven’t seen a schedule. The next song is a slow power ballad. You really wish you had a date to dance with. You know you came for the music, but listening to this song, you just want to hold a guy close. Instead of grabbing some random guy, you decide to take a break, have some water, and cool down in the shade.

Abby asks where you are going, as she slow-dances with Hailey. You tell them that you are getting some water and taking a break.

Misty is sitting in the shade, guarding the cooler. “Want to relax?” she asks you as you pull out a cold, water bottle. You nod as you take a sip. The water feels so good going down. You didn’t realize how warm you got out there.

Sitting on the blanket, you stretch out your legs. Misty stands up “Will you watch things for a bit?”

“Of course. Go and have fun.” You tell her.

You notice that your skin is starting to burn a bit, so you pull some lotion from your bag and rub it on your legs and arms.

A couple of guys walk near, carrying a blanket and tote bag. One of them looks to you. “Do you mind if we set up here?”

You shake your head. “Go ahead, there’s plenty of room.”

One of them is wearing ‘board shorts’ and a loose shirt from one of the local colleges and his buddy is wearing a pair of cut-offs and a band T-shirt.

You notice the music stops. Glancing to the stage you see the classic rock band leaving. They are followed by a group wearing jeans, western shirts, and cowboy hats. They start playing some old school country music. Abby, and Hailey come back to the blanket. You think you see Misty and Mandi still dancing.

As your friends get some water, you toss Abby the tube of sunblock. “Hey Sis, you don’t want to burn.”

Your friends are wiping the sweat off of themselves with some of the baby wipes you packed. “It’s getting warm out there.” Hailey comments.

You notice that the guys near you are checking you and your friends out.

As Abby applies lotion to her skin, the guy in board shorts, pulls lotion bottle from their bag. He slowly rubs it into his deeply tanned skin. He tosses the bottle to his buddy. You hear the wet ‘fffftt’ sound as he tries to get lotion from the now empty bottle.

You giggle at the noise, and he says “It’s from the bottle, not me.”

You smile at him. “Do you need some?”

“If you can spare it.” He responds. You nod at Abby to toss them the tube of lotion when she is done.

You notice his tattoos as he rubs the sunscreen on his skin. The tattoos are a variety of animals, symbols, and colors.

As he turns you notice his t-shirt says “SKRILLEX”. He comes closer and hands you the tube of sunscreen. “Thanks.” He says as he smiles at you.

Hailey and Abby point out food trucks have pulled into the parking lot. “I’m going to see what they have.” Hailey says.

Abby says “Mmmm I’m a little hungry.” She turns to you. “Do you want anything?”

You shake your head, “Not yet. Why don’t you check them out. I’ll get something in a bit.”

They leave once again so it is just you on the blanket.

“Thanks for the sunscreen. By the way, my name’s Scott.” says the guy in the Skrillex tee. He notices the tattoos on your arms. “Cool ink.” he says. He then nods to the crowd, “My buddy Zack convinced me to come. I like live music, but I haven’t heard anything I really like yet.”

“What kind do you like?” You ask, genuinely curious.

He points to the band on his chest. “I really like EDM. I saw SKRILLEX when he was in town. How about you?” He asks as he moves a little closer, still lying on his blanket.

The country music band leaves the stage and a Jazz trio sets up. The Jazz drummer is playing a hard, fast, rhythm that you feel in the ground and the air vibrates with wailing sax.

Scott ignores the music and is focused on listening to you. “What music do you like?” he asks again. Looking deeply into your eyes. His brown eyes look so inviting as he listens to you.

“Subtronics is my fav.” You tell him.

“Maybe we’ll both luck out and someone will play some EDM.” He replies.

The two of you talk for a bit. He tells you about the various EDM acts he’s seen live. He shows you a couple of tattoos he added after the shows.

“I love that you put so many on with intention. What’s the story behind your favorite?” you ask.

Your friends come back with a variety of foods. Burritos, sandwiches, and chicken wings. “There’s lots to choose from at the food trucks.”

Scott stands up. “That smells good. Maybe I should get something. Can you watch our stuff?”

Abby agrees to it, as you stand up. “I’m hungry too.”

Both you and Scott head to the food trucks. He talks more about his tattoos. “Yeah, Everything I put on for reason.” He points to a tiger. “This was for my ex-girlfriend.” He then points to a stylized university mascot on the other arm.

You get to the food trucks. “What are you hungry for? I could really go for a spicy taco.” he comments.

“Mmmm, look at that hot thick sausage.” you respond while pointing to the picture of a sausage sandwich on the side of a truck.

Scott gets three freshly made soft tacos, with lots of cheese and lettuce. You go for the Italian on a bun.

“You really like a thick sausage.” Scott jokes. “By the way, you and your friends look like models.”

You give him a sly smile. “We make internet content. You might have seen us. What do you do?”

He uses the tip of his tongue to lick the cheese and lettuce from the top of the meat, between the soft tortilla folds, then swallows and says. “Post-grad work at College.”

You want to make a comment about his tongue use, but decide against it, for now. You instead slide the sausage into your mouth, then slide most of it out before you bite the tip off.

“Yes, you like thick sausages.” He mutters before he licks the meat suggestively from his first taco.

You get back to the blankets and take a sip of your water. “That’s what I forgot to get, something to drink.” Scott says.

You reach into the cooler and get him a water bottle. “All we have is water but you can have one.”

“Thanks.” He says as he opens and drinks from it.

The Jazz band leaves the stage and a guy with a guitar sits on a stool. Misty and Mandi come back. Zack is with them. He apparently knows a bit about Jazz and Mandi is listening.

Scott looks at them, “I swear I’ve seen them online.”

You comment. “Probably on TikTok, Instagram, or Facebook. We post all the time.”

As you finish eating your sausage, you notice that the crowd around the stage has changed. Where there had been dancers are now older people and kids. The singer is doing a mixture of old folk songs and kids tunes.

You and Scott finish eating and talk. He tells you why the tiger tattoo represents his ex-girlfriend. You tell him about your lotus flower on your shoulder.

A few minutes later, you both see large roller boxes on the stage behind the singer. As he finishes up, the boxes are unpacked and a couple of turntables are hooked up. A rack of large speakers flank the turntables.

“This looks promising.” Scott says.

The DJ starts a strangely familiar electronic tempo. A voice comes through the speakers. “The Grid… A digital frontier. I tried to picture clusters of information as they moved through the computer….What did they look like? Ships? Motorcycles? Were the circuits like freeways? I kept dreaming of a world I thought I’d never see….. And then,… one day…I got in.” It’s the intro lines from “Tron: Legacy” done by Daft Punk. The crowd changes from older people and children back to younger adults. The DJ then transitions to a variety of songs by various groups. Swedish House Mafia, Hardwell, The Prodigy, and deadmau5. You feel the electronic bass thump against your skin and you pull off your t-shirt. You notice a few other women also only wearing bikini tops.

Scott moves and grooves next to you. He looks and feels good too.

The DJ transitions to a Skrillex song. Scott shouts for joy. You are both moving with each other. So hot. So electric. So good.

You both are sweating by the end of the last song. Scott and you head back to the shade for some more water.

“That was amazing.” You say.

“Yeah.” Scott says as he lies on the blanket. As the DJ packs up, a rock and roll band sets up. They take a few minutes to tune up then start playing some hard rock from the ‘70’s. They play well and sound really good. You lie on the blanket, close your eyes, and feel the music through the ground.

You feel Scott lying next to you. He moved his blanket right next to yours. “I really like you.” He says. “Do you want to find a quiet place to be alone?” 

You open your eyes and look around. Zack has already gone back near the stage, along with Abby, Mandi, and Hailey. Misty is relaxing on the blanket again. Scott gets up, holds out his hand for you. As you stand up he picks up his blanket. He asks “Can you watch our bag again?” Misty nods, and gives you a knowing wink. You smile, raise your eyebrows, and take Scott’s hand.

You find a spot where there seems to be plenty of cover. You still hear the rock and roll band playing hard rocking songs. This time it’s something from the ‘80’s. Scott lays the blanket out. He then kisses you. You feel his warm lips against yours. You taste a little of that spicy taco flavor still on him.

His hands caress your shoulders as you reach under his damp t-shirt and feel his firm muscles. He pulls off his t-shirt and you more clearly see his tattoos. You feel his fingers untying your bikini top and it falls down. He stops kissing and looks down. “I love that ink on your chest.” He then bends forward and softly licks the pattern between your breasts. The slow moving feeling of his wet tongue on your skin makes you tingle.

You reach down and feel the outline of his hardening shaft. His hands cup your breasts as he continues to lick around your nipples. The tree shaded air is cooler than you expected. Between his warm mouth and the cool air, your nipples harden. You unfasten his shorts and pull out his cock. It feels nice and thick, like the sausage you had for lunch.

As he licks and sucks your nipples, your pussy is getting so wet. “Let me lie down, so you can lick my pussy.” you tell him as you keep stroking his shaft.

You let go of him, and pull of your shorts and bikini bottom. “Mmmm so nicely trimmed.” he says when he sees your pretty pussy.

Lying on the blanket, you spread your legs and raise your knees. He gets down, puts your legs on his shoulders and grabs your hips. You feel the soft beard and mustache rub against your thighs as he kisses and lick his way to your damp pussy.

You feel the tip of his tongue slowly lick around and between your sensitive lips. The same movements you saw him doing to the taco, he does to you. Slowly he licks up, around, between, and in. It feels so good. 

He thrusts all the way into you, and his mustache rubs your clit. I very different sensation than what you expected. Back and forth he rubs it. You feel tingles build and move through you. “Oh God, that’s good.” you say louder than you expected. You place one hand over your mouth, and the other on his head.

You feel his mouth move up and cover your clit. He licks and sucks it. Pleasure rolls though you, as you feel vibrations of the music through the ground. “I…want.. you…in me..” you say as you cover your mouth. You bite your knuckle as you cum again.

He stops licking and sucking. Moving your legs, he crawls up your body. He kisses you again. This time you taste your pussy as you feel the tip of his cock rubbing between your ready lips.

As he slides into you, his chest rubs against yours. Both of you are already slick with sweat. It feels so good with him inside of you. It doesn’t take long for you to cum again. Your pussy pulses around his hard cock.

“You are really enjoying yourself.” He whispers in your ear. “Where should I finish?”

“I want to taste you.” you quietly respond.

He nods, pulls out, and rolls onto his back. You move over top of him, straddling his face. His cock is wet with your juices. Grabbing it, you lick around the tip and then take it into your mouth. He starts to moan but quickly you feel him moaning against your pussy. Removing it from your mouth, you stroke it and say “That’s it lick me again. Lick my pussy. Lick my ass.” You stroke and suck him as you feel his tongue move from your pussy to your ass and back.

The tip of his tongue slides into your tightest hole. You stroke him faster. “You’re good.” you say. You stroke him harder keeping your open mouth right above it, as you feel him spread your cheeks wider and thrust deeper. You cum once more at the same time he thrusts up against your hand. He shoots his hot spume into your open mouth. His briny flavor isn’t bad. Sort of what you expected. You suck and lick him clean as he licks you clean too.

You climb off of him and get dressed. “We should get back.” you say. 

He pulls on his clothes and nods. “Yeah, before Zack notices I’m gone or leaves without me.”

Picking up the blanket, you guys walk back to the concert. Misty sees you. “Is everything good?”

“Better than I expected.” you respond with a wink. 

Your sister and friends come back from the stage. “This is the last band for the day. I say we go. If you want, we can come back tomorrow.”

You look at Scott. “We’re heading out. I had fun. I hope to see you again.”

He takes his phone from his bag, “Can i get your number?” 

You grab yours “Here’s my ChatApp.” He copies the link and sends you a text. You kiss him and leave.

Mandi leans close to you as you are walking to the Jeep, “Did he recognize you from your Cam site?” 

You shake your head and smile. “I don’t think so. If he tells his buddies we hooked up, no one will believe him.” You laugh, and enjoy the ride home.

The Healer and the Scout - The Scout's Recovery - Part 2

You feel that strange double heartbeat in your chest, and that achy, strained muscle across your upper back. “Kerry’s near.” You think, then you move to the edge of the tent, to see him rubbing his chest and rotating his shoulder. “Mistress Healer, you mentioned exercises?”

You look to Diana, “I’m going to show him some recovery exercises, so we are going to my tent. If there are any emergencies, please get me immediately.”

She nods “Of course, Mistress Healer.”

You motion for the scout to follow you. Your robes flow around you as you walk. “Let’s do these exercises in a place where we won’t be disturbed.” Inside your tent, you move pillows and cushions on the floor so the area will be comfortable. “Tell me specifically what you are feeling.”

He nods and rotates his shoulders and winces a bit. “I know you healed the wounds, but my chest still feels tight. I tried to string my war bow but I just don’t have the strength.” As he moves his arms and shoulders, you feel the echo cramp within you.

“Yes, we need to do some stretching exercises. But let me examine your chest first.” You explain.

He pulls off his shirt and for the first time you can clearly see his bare chest. The soft, curly chest hairs, and the magically faded scars, one on each of his pecs. He looks so much like Tomas. Smooth skin over muscles that are used to hard work in rough conditions. You pause as he asks, “Why are we going to do exercises instead just using more magic?”

“Magic can knit and repair items, but once they are fixed, exercises and stretches help to ensure the body is working as it should.” you say in an almost academic tone. You then look closer at the scars. As you touch one, there is an unexpected sensation. You shutter as you feel ghostly fingers touching your own chest. The double heartbeat echoes in you, and your breathing catches. Your and his nipples both harden. You aren’t sure if it’s because of the touch or the spell trying to synchronize your bodies.

You caress along the scar and then around his nipple. The mirror sensation on your own skin makes you tingle. You try to focus on the scar, but the touching feels so erotic. He’s getting hard. You don’t need to look down to know, you feel a similar arousal in your clit. Your pulses match, your breathing is in rhythm. Both of your bodies feel electric.

He licks his lips. “Your touch is magical Margaret.” He says softly.

Part of you wants to break contact. Sever the connection and focus on teaching him exercises, but there is an empty longing. He is so much like Tomas, and you so badly want sex right now. You’ve never felt desire, lust, and longing mix together like this. You lick your lips too and think, “My training be damned. I want you.” 

His voice echoes in your head. “I want you too.”

Your crotch is damp and ready. You place your hands on his shoulders and push him to his knees. You feel the soft meditation cushions as he kneels on them. You continue standing and open your robe. “Softly kiss my thighs.” You quietly command.

His strong hands and calloused fingers grip your legs. His warm breath caresses your skin before he softly kisses just above your right knee. His lips are surprisingly smooth. Each kiss is delicate, the way you want it. Thumb-length by thumb-length he moves up the inside of your right thigh. A shiver moves up your spine with each kiss. As he gets closer to your crotch, your pussy feels so damp. You want him inside of you so badly now.

Looking down, he smiles up at you as he feels your lust. He winks and you immediately know he is going to kiss your left knee instead of your pussy. His kisses on the inside of your left thigh are maddeningly delightful. Soft and delicate like a butterfly landing on your skin. As he gets closer, your crotch is so hot with desire and you feel how hard he is. Your clit throbs with a longing ache.

You feel a cooling breath as he playfully blows across your pussy lips. You can’t take the anticipation anymore. You grab his head, pulling his hair and command, “Suck my clit.” A lust more powerful than you’ve ever felt grips you as you press his mouth on you.

You feel the wet, warmth of his mouth as he sucks you. There is a strange echo feeling in your mouth as you feel like you are sucking too. You can’t tell if it’s a ghost clit or the tip of a ghost cock. You lick and suck as you are licked and sucked. You both moan in pleasure. He grips your thighs tighter as you press his face harder against your crotch.

Waves of orgasm move through both of you. Your clit and pussy pulse against his mouth as his cock spurts in his pants. As his semen shoots, you feel your own release. Orgasm after orgasm jolts though both of your bodies. He grips you so tightly as you grip him.

You want more of this, but your Training kicks in. The memory of your mentor telling you “Pleasure to counter pain is not for sexual purposes. Do not have sex with patients.” Her voice echoes loudly in your head and counters your desire and reminds you of your duty. You let out a frustrated sigh. “Heal him first, then later he can be a lover.” you remind yourself.

You break contact, pushing him back. You are both covered in sweat as your hearts move out of sync. Your breathing is ragged as it no longer aligns with his. You stagger back and sit down on a meditation cushion. Your robe is still open as your pussy drips with pleasure. You close your eyes and concentrate. “I am me. My body is mine. His body is his. We are separate.” The echoes aren’t fading as quickly as usual. So you look at Kerry, sitting on pillows, and tell him. “I want you to focus on your breathing. Empty your mind. Remind yourself that you are in your body.” You watch as he closes his eyes, steadies his breathing, and you feel the echoes fade.

You both continue this for a minute and then you have him stand up. You adjust your robe closed and have him put on his shirt. “Ok. Let’s start with some stretching exercises.” You run him through a series of stretches and rotational exercises from his neck to his ankles. Once he is warmed up, even though you realize that sexually, you already warmed him up, you then concentrate on arm, chest, and back exercises. “We need to strengthen and support the muscles we repaired.”

“So every day do as many of these as I can?” He asks eagerly.

“No, Kerry,” you reach to touch him but stop. You don’t want to accidentally trigger the Merge again. “You need to slowly and deliberately work the muscles. Today you’ve done enough, but tomorrow, when you wake up, I want you to do the ‘warm up stretches’, then do 3 short sets of the exercises. If you ride your horse for exercise, then do that afterwards.” An image of his firm, muscular ass, moving back and forth in the saddle, creeps into your mind. There’s a tingle between your legs as if you are riding the saddle, or more distractedly, riding him. You close you eyes for a second, let out a centering breath, and think “Focus on healing him. He is your patient.”

“Yes, I ride my horse every morning. It helps her stretch her legs and allows her to work more quietly when we are on a mission.” He says with a knowing grin.

You need something else to help him. You make sure that you look like your professional self again, then say, “Follow me.” You lead him to the Armourer’s tent. You speak to the Armourer for a moment, and then turn to the Scout, “Kerry, as part of your recovery, you need to help operate the bellows, and carry metal.” You turn back to the Armourer, “He is recovering from chest wounds. I want him to increase his strength, like you teach your apprentices.”

He nods. “Of course Mistress Healer. Build up his strength. How long will he be helping?”

“Let’s try a week at first. I will evaluate him and if he needs more, then we’ll go on a week to week basis.” You explain. “Kerry, remember, you are still recovering. If you need me to explain this to your leaders I will.”

He grins at you. “That shouldn’t be necessary Mistress Healer, but if something changes, I’ll tell you.”

You thank the Armourer for his time and Kerry understands what time to report tomorrow. Then you both leave. “I need to check on the Recovery tent again.” You explain. You want to touch him, to kiss him, or maybe just hold his hand. But you don’t want to activate the spell again. “Do what I told you. If anything feels wrong or out of the ordinary tell me. Hopefully in a couple of weeks, you’ll be fully recovered. Or at least at a point where improvement is all on you.”

He nods knowingly, and you feel a rushing of lust and desire. Then he looks around, hugs you tightly, and kisses you passionately. The spell flares into life again as your bodies try to synchronize once more. The kiss feels good, your arms around him, or is it his arms around you, feel so good. The strength of the embrace and the warmth of the body being embraced all mix together. Then you mentally shout “STOP”, as you break his hug and push him back.

“Margaret, I thought you’d like that.” He says with a sly grin.

You center yourself again, then with a reactive anger that he feels too, you say. “We can’t be like other couples. One, you are my patient. Two, this spell mixes our feelings together in ways we aren’t prepared for.” You curse under your breath for a moment. “Yes, I feel your lust. I want it too.” You step very close to him and pour every ounce of frustration into him. “But right now, we can’t do this. When you are no longer my patient, maybe we can be together. But we need to also see if this is what we want, or if it is just the spell trying to keep us together.”

He looks pained as he feels your emotions and understands clearly what you are saying. “This might all be just the spell? The most amazing sex I’ve ever had might just be the magic?”

You slowly nod and step back. “I will do some research and consult people at the Collegium. Until then we need to be careful. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Margaret, I mean Mistress Healer. I will do as you say.” He then turns and heads for the scout building to report to his leaders.

You head for the Recovery tent. “I’d better add what we learned to the Chronicles. This spell carries far more consequences than I thought.”

The Healer and the Scout - The Merge Spell - Part 1

That smell of canvas. It fills your nose. Luckily it’s mostly that and the smell of distilled spirits used to clean the wounded that fills the air of the Healing Tent. You’ve lost track of how many weeks you and the others have been here. Originally the Queen’s dispatch said that you would have a ‘building to cleanse and heal those damaged by the fighting’. But what Her Majesty didn’t know is the military officers and sorcerers took every sound structure in the area and turned into an operational outpost or barracks.

When you pleaded your case, both the army and the mages, stood together saying that they needed sturdy and secure places for conducting and planning the war. It wasn’t their fault that the hobgoblin army and their shaman destroyed everything larger than a farm house.

You’ve operated in field conditions before, and the sorcerers provided you their best and largest tents. Larger than yours alone, so there is plenty of room for the wounded to recover. You walk between the cots filled with recovering people. Many of the younger medics are maintaining those that they can. You stop and talk to one that you don’t know well, “Are there any problems? Is there any sign of infection?”

She looks up at you as she removes an herb-infused bandage and replaces it with a plain, clean one. “No, Mistress Healer. If I find anything beyond my herbalist skills, I’ll request help from you or one of the other healers.”

“Very good.” You say and move to the next one. That’s why you didn’t know her, she’s one of the herbalists. They, along with the surgeons, can treat and cure most of those who are sick or wounded, allowing the healers to save their magic for when it is truly needed.

When you first arrived, the worst of the fighting was still going on, so you set up a schedule of work and rest for the healers. A healer drained of their magic is of limited use, so rest, to replenish magic is as important as eating.

The herbalists and surgeons set up their own schedules, but it was your job to coordinate all of them. Their skills and knowledge is different than yours and many times, needed more.

Those first weeks could have drained and exhausted everyone, which would have left many wounded untended. But you balanced it all, and saved as many as you could.

Now, the sorcerers and the army have pushed the hobgoblins and their shaman back to their side of the border, so things are calmer. It allows those in the Healing Tent, time to recover and return to their lives. The scouts and knights are patrolling and keeping the area safe for now.

You finish your daily check of the Tent and head for the field kitchen and the dining tent. Before you get there, a warning horn is sounded as a pair of riders head straight for the Healing Tent. You see arrow fletching sticking out from chest of one. “Mistress Healer. Wounded Scout!”

It’s the thing you dread most. “Off the horse and lie him on the table.” You yell.

The surgeon is also there. The leather armour fasteners are cut but everyone waits for you to look at him. The other scout is checked by an herbalist while you focus on his partner. Not a lot of blood visible, but the armour and arrows are probably holding it in. You close your eyes, let the magic flow. Without opening them, you “see” clearly into the chest of the man. One arrow went between his ribs and was stopped by the backplate of his armour. Using the magic, you look carefully at the barbed arrowhead. The hobgoblin arrows are wicked and have to be pushed through. You tell the surgeon. “That one is a straight through, but passed through the lung.” He nods and has his assistants bring the wet bindings that will make a temporary seal, and keep his lung from collapsing. You shift your focus to the other arrow. The breastbone is nicked and one of the ribs is cracked. The arrow was stopped by where his ribs connect. “We’ll have to move and push this one through too, but I’ll also try to heal some of the damage.”

An assistant shortens the shafts and clips off the fletchings, as a couple of others ready to remove his chest plate. “When I say, pull it off.” You direct as you still watch the arrowhead. There is an artery that is nicked but not fully severed. If the barbs shift the wrong direction, they will slice through it. You put some healing force into him. The cracked rib is slowly mending and the nick in the artery is stitching itself together. You can’t do too much because the arrows still have to go through him. The surgeon knows what you are doing and stabilizes the shaft closest to the heart. “Are you ready to remove the chest plates?” He quietly asks, while trying not to distract your focus. Sweat forms on your brow as you delicately guide the healing energy, fixing what you have to. “Ok. Now.” You say.

You keep focused on the chest of the scout. The leather back plate slides off, but the front one is lifted off. The scout moans in pain as the arrows shafts move. You have to block the pain by feeding his pleasure center. You place a hand on his forehead and use a ‘Merging spell’. It allows you to share what he feels, and for you to counter it with your strength. The expected pain moves into you, but you grit your teeth and then exhale. Pleasure chemicals in the body flood both yours and his brains. Your breathing matches his, as do your heartbeats. You feel his shirt being cut away as if it was your robe. You feel his erection as he feels your wetness. It’s not pleasure for pleasure’s sake, it’s pleasure to block the pain. You know the surgeon is working. “I’ll push the arrows when you are ready.” You try to keep him delirious with pleasure. “Do it.” You tell the surgeon. You feel sharp piercings penetrate through your chest. You and the scout moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. An orgasm ripples through both of you. It’s a side affect of being linked. “Can you close the wounds or have me stitch?” The surgeon asks. Your breathing is hard now. There is still more healing magic in you, so you answer in a tone full of lust and desire. “I’ve got this.”

Tears in the skin and muscle join and knit. Parts that were violently cut rejoin as you guide the magic. Pleasure moves through you again as you repair and strengthen his body. Sweat covers both of your bodies. Your energy is starting to fade. A younger healer takes your hand. “Mistress, Break the contact. It’s done.”

Even with your hand removed the magic link is still there.

A weak voice croaks “We’re finished.” It’s the scout whose thoughts echo in yours. A post orgasmic glow radiates from you as separate from him. Looking down, you see the scout drift off to sleep, with a post coital smile on his lips. His bare chest is slightly scarred but he is healed. An herbalist wipes the semen from his crotch. “Mistress, I’ll fetch fresh clothes for him.”

You nod and take a step. Hands grab and stabilize you. With the magic gone, you are drained and exhausted. 

“You shouldn’t have healed him fully.” The surgeon scolds you as he walks you to your tent. “We would have stitched him up.”

In a drowsy tone you respond, “I was in too deep. Can’t let another one die like that.” You barely notice lying down on your cot. Deeply you sleep.

Love of a Circus Clown - Part 2

All morning, she is busy. Every time you try to see her, she is either with her family, or with Barbara the trainer and Pickles the chimp. You’ll just have to wait until practice time.

During practice, she’s cold and focused on the routine. Her normal warmth and brightness seem gone, replaced by professional determination. When your cousin Alexi asks how things are going, Katya smiles at him “My part’s going well. We’ll be ready tonight.” Her smile is the smile she usually gives to you. He gives both of you a thumbs up. When she focuses on you, the smile is gone. You try to talk, but she shakes you off and works on the physical routines.

When practice ends, she goes back to Barbara and Pickles. You try to follow but Alexi intercepts you. “Okay Little Brother, what did you do?” Alexi only calls you ‘little brother’ when he wants to have a serious talk. He guides you to his trailer. “Before you tell me ‘Everything’s fine’ or some other lie, I watched you and remember I’m with Barbara. I want to hear it from you, before Barbara tells me what Kat’s telling her.”

You sigh, “I fucked up.” You explain that you wanted to go with Monique, and she turned you down. You explain what Kat said about loving you, and that she only wants you if you want her. Alexi goes to the mini-fridge and pulls out a couple of non-alcoholic beers and hands you one. “We’re on soon, but you’re going to want to drink as we talk.” You nod and sip the cold liquid. He’s been giving you beers forever. He always acts like that older brother who is almost breaking the rules.

You start to speak, but he stops you. “Sit and listen. It’s not as bad as you think, right now. But you’ll have to fix it. First, do you remember before I started dating Barbara?” You think back, but during the summers everything’s so busy you never really noticed, so you shake your head.

“I tried to date Angelique, Monique’s older sister. So, no, a clown wanting to be with an aerialist isn’t crazy. But they literately look down on us. I was about your age when this happened.” He takes a swig from his bottle. “The other thing you should know is Kat’s not a virgin.”

You’re a little stunned by this. “Who?” you ask in a sputter.

“Do you remember last season when that ‘townie’ kept hanging around her trailer?”

“The guy in the ‘heavy metal t-shirts’? Did he?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I explained to her that you don’t want the reputation of sleeping with ‘townies’. Let the ‘flying floozies’ and dancers do that. We’re clowns.”

“And fiercely proud of it.” You finish in a mock ‘Monty Python’ tone.

He smiles and nods. “Her first time should be special, so I took her to a fancy place, paid for a nice dinner, and even got a hotel room for the night.”

You think back to last year. But your parents kept you busy learning ‘the family routines’ and you spent less time with Kat. “Was that when..”

“Little Brother, it doesn’t matter when. Just know that she has some experience. We agreed that she appreciated the lessons, but didn’t want me.”

“But wait, you have been with Barbara for over….” You try to comment.

“Yes. Barbara was part of why I did it. She has been friends with Kat’s family for years. She thinks of Kat as a little sister. So, she wanted Kat’s first time to be safe and wonderful.”

“What would you have done if she fell in love with you?” You ask.

“I would have reminded her that, deep down, she loves you.” He says as he glances at the time. “It’s time to get dressed. Focus on your routine. Afterwards she should be more receptive to talking.”

As you go to your trailer, your father sees you. “Did you and Alexi have a good talk?”

You stammer for a moment. “What do you mean?”

He gives you that warm fatherly smile. “During practice, we saw that something’s off. Alexi said he’d talk to you. Did it go well?”

You nervously bite your lower lip, “Can we talk about it another time?”

“Of course. Your mother and I are always available. I know, your eighteen now, want to do things for yourself, but remember..”

“I’m a clown from a clown family. Yes, Papa.” You give him a weak smile, a thumbs up, then enter your trailer to get dressed.

After you paint your ‘sad hobo’ face, there’s a knock at your door. When you open it, Pickles hands you a note and leaves. It isn’t the first time you’ve received a note via ‘chimp mail’ but you hadn’t expected it. You read “I’m sorry I was cold earlier. Let’s talk after the show. K”

As you line up with the rest of the clowns, Katya stands next to you. She gives you a smile but it’s her ‘performer smile’. You sigh and smile back trying to give a broad smile to counter the frown painted on your face.

Entering the Main Tent, you wave and smile at the audience, walking in your floppy shoes. Katya extends her hand for you to hold. You take it. You always hold each other’s hands during the Parade of Clowns. After you exit the tent, you go to the staging area. Soon it’s your turn to go to the center of the main tent. Katya follows behind you on her unicycle, juggling three soft cubes. Your prop table is already in the ring, and you lead the way. She tosses you a cube, as you toss an Indian club to her. It’s a one for one exchange. As she juggles the Indian clubs, you juggle the soft cubes, then purposely have each one hit your head one at a time. Little kids laugh as you rub your head in an exaggerated manner. Then Katya asks “Ready?” You nod and she lobs each club so it goes up and bounces off the top of your head. You look like you are going to catch them, but you miss as they hit your head, like they are supposed to. The crowd laughs. Katya moves her unicycle closer, slides from the seat, bounces off a trampoline, and lands on your shoulders. The familiar weight of her on your neck feels good. You do your fake clumsy stumble, just as always. Then you get to your mark and fall. Katya prepares and lands on her feet as you hit the sawdust face first. The crowd cheers as she waves and turns. She then reaches down, helps you up and uses a comically large whisk broom to brush you off before you both bow and leave the ring.

Outside of the tent you ask, “What do you want to talk about?”

She shakes her head and pulls you to the side. “Not here. Not yet. After tonight’s finale.” You quietly wait.

After the finale, all of the clowns hug and cheer before they head to their trailers. You don’t see Katya, so you head for her trailer, still in full costume.

In a few minutes, she arrives. “The show went well.” You say. She gives you a weak smile. “I’d received a message you want to talk.”

She nods. “I think Pickles should be part of the act again. Like when we were younger.”

You are thoroughly confused. “Oh. I thought you wanted to talk about last night. I was an idiot. I’m sorry.” You step closer. “I talked with Alexi.” In a much quieter tone you say, “He told me that you’re not a virgin. That you are someone special. I should have seen it, but I’m an idiot.”

She stops and looks around for a second. “Let’s talk inside.”

Her trailer is similar to yours, there is just enough room to sleep and dress. You sit on the stool while she sits on her bunk. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper. “Yes, I’m not a virgin. He showed me sex is something beautiful and special.” She looks down, and you can’t tell if she is crying or hiding her face. “I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would change how you see me.”

You place a hand on hers. “He told me he made it special for you.” You then use your other hand to raise her chin, so you look into her eyes. “I’ve always thought of you like a sister.” You feel a lump in your throat and swallow it. “But last night, I saw how sexy you are.” You move and sit on the bunk next to her. “I’m not a virgin either.” She gives you a doubtful look. “The night after my birthday, your Uncle took me to one of the retired dancers. She wasn’t what I expected, but she took her time with me.”

She looks into your eyes. “So, we have both been with someone. Do you want to touch me? Not like a sister, or a friend, or even a partner.” She interlaces her fingers in yours and then uses the finger of her other hand to trace the painted frown on your face. “Do you want to touch me like I want to touch you? Like the most special person I know?”

She leans in for a kiss. You want it to be perfect. Your lips slide across her. The kiss is clumsy and awkward. You stop and softly chuckle. She smiles too and laughs. “We should probably remove the greasepaint before we go any farther.”

She grabs a box of wipes. You pull one out and start to remove makeup. Starting at her lips and cheeks, you softly wipe away the black and white harlequin pattern. She takes a wipe too and begins at your forehead, removing the hobo coloring and your round rubber nose. Both of you use the wipes so softly, almost lovingly. When it is time to remove the makeup from around the eyes, she closes hers first. You take a fresh cloth and carefully remove the small diamond patterns. Then you close your eyes. You feel her wiping away the black and white circles from yours. When you finish, you open your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, I just never saw it.” You reach up and use your thumb to softly caress her lips. They feel warm and smooth.

She moves your hand away and kisses you. This time her lips connect with yours. They are soft. Better than you imagined.

She hugs you. The thick layers of costume dull the sensation. “Let’s finish undressing.” You say as you slide her white skull cap off, revealing her light brown hair. She nods, and removes yours too, so you no longer look like a balding, sad hobo but a teen-aged man.

You both stand up and help each other out of your costumes. Soon she is only in her leotard and you’re in a tank-top and briefs.

Her hand caresses your crotch as she kisses you again. Your hands rub her small breasts. You slide the shoulders of her leotard down, freeing them. They are so lovely. You continue to work the leotard down her body. As you do, she raises up your t-shirt. “I want to see what you’re hiding too.” One of her hands caresses your chest as the other one rubs the hardening shaft inside your briefs. Between the motion of her hand and the sexiness of her body you are so excited.

As the last of her costume slides down her hips and tight ass, you notice her beautiful trimmed pussy. “You don’t wear underwear under this?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Now let’s see what you’ve got.” She pulls you free from your briefs. You kiss her again as your fingers play with her nipples and she strokes your hard cock. Both of you shiver a moment. You don’t know if it’s the air in the trailer or your initial nervousness with each other. You break the kiss, “Can I suck your nipples?”

She nods “Yes, but also feel me. Like I’m feeling you.”

Her hand is slowly stroking you. It feels so good. Her hard nipple feels good in your mouth as you suck it firmly. She moans in pleasure. A sound that excites you more.

You reach a hand down between her legs and use a fingertip to softly feel her wet lips. Tracing along and between the damp folds. You suck the other nipple. She moans again, and grips your shaft harder. Her hand is slick with your pre-cum and then it is pulsing as you shoot your cum onto her smooth stomach.

You stop sucking and look down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect…”

She releases you and then slowly licks her fingers. “Not what I expected either.”

You feel almost embarrassed. “I want to make it special. Special for both of us.”

She hugs and kisses you. “I want you to lick me. Have you ever done that before?”

Part of you wants to lie and say “Of course, I eat pussy all the time.” But this is Kat. She’s been so real and honest tonight, so you answer, “No. Tell me what you want.”

She lies on the bed with her knees bent and legs spread. “Now get on your knees and look at my pussy.” You do as she asks. “Can you use just the tip of your tongue and slowly lick me?” You put your hands on her hips to better balance yourself, lean forward, and slowly lick up and down as she directs. She has you lick around her folds, then between them. At the top of her pussy, she has you slowly lick her clit. “Yes, like that.”

“Should I suck it?” you ask.

“Oh yes, please suck it.” You put your mouth around it and gently suck. It feels different. Different than her nipples but he moans almost the same way. You feel her fingers reach down and grab your hair. “Yes. That’s it. Not so hard. Yes. Can you use a finger too?” You move your hand from her hips and as you continue sucking her clit, you slowly work a finger into her wet opening. “Yes. Move it in and out. Add a twist too.” She explains as she starts panting. Her pussy is so wet. You slide your finger as she asked. You continue licking and sucking her clit. She moans louder and pulls your hair. Her thighs tighten around your head as her slit pulses around your finger. “Oh God That’s So GOOD.” She says as her body shudders. It’s the first time you’ve seen a woman orgasm. As she moans you get excited too and shoot a load on the edge of her bed. She pulls you on top of her and kisses you. “You are amazing. Better than I dreamed.”

You kiss and hug her. “Do you want..” you start to ask.

She puts her fingers to your lips. “Let’s stop for now. I want to have more special nights with you.”

“Kat, are you sure?” you ask feeling a little impatient.

She nods and kisses you again. “We’re together. We can learn and try things at our own pace. Make things always special between us.”

“Should I..” you start to ask.

“Go to your trailer and get some rest. I’ll see you at breakfast.” She sits up and helps you pull on your pants and coat. You carry the rest.

When you get to your trailer, your father is waiting on the stairs. “So, did you and Katya have a good time?”

You aren’t sure how to answer him, but you say, “She made it special.”

“Good. Did I ever tell you that your mother and I started off as partners?”

You nod, letting out a sleepy yawn. “Yes Papa, you’ve told me that many times.”

He stands up and claps you on the back “Good. Get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow. Katya’s a good girl and you’re a good boy. You make a good pair.”

You smile thinking about how she felt in your arms. “Yes Papa we do. Goodnight.”

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