Weekend Getaway - Part 1

 

These past couple of months have been rough. Between work and kids, you and your husband haven’t had any time to be together. Even at night, it ends up being a “quickie” because you are either exhausted or interrupted. On the calendar you see that there is a holiday weekend coming up. Your husband tells you not to make any plans, except to have the kids spend all three days with your parents.

So, Saturday morning, you dropped the kids off at your parents. The kids were excited to spend the weekend with “Grandma and Papa”.

When you get back to the house, you see your small “weekend bag” already packed with a note on it. “Dear, I packed you a bag. Follow the directions on the back. I will meet you there.”

On the back of the paper there is another note and a map. The map shows directions to a small coastal town. A place you have driven through but never stayed.

The note says, “Plug your phone into the computer before you go and download “New Playlist” Play it while you drive”. You do and notice a lot of new songs are added to your phone.

Once you finish, you load your bag into the car, type in the address, and start the playlist. You hear your husband’s voice.

“This is your lover. I have prepared something for you to enjoy. As you drive to meet me, think back to when we first met.”

The song is a top 40’s song from when you were younger. It is very familiar. The kind of thing that used to be on the radio all the time but faded from popularity. As you are singing along, it hits you. This was a song that you heard when you went on your first date.

As you are driving you remember going to the old skating rink with him. Sharing those greasy french-fries and splitting a milkshake. The music was always those “Top 40 Songs” that way kids could skate and dance.

When the song ends, you hear his voice, again. “I hope that brought back some memories. Be careful driving but listen to this.” And another song starts.

This is one that was on the radio when the two of you were making out in his old car, that he bought from his uncle. You remember the bench seats, the cracked vinyl, and that smell of old cigarettes that he could never get rid of.

The sound of the music coming through the speakers as you stripped off your clothes and made out in the car. “Oh God, I miss that feeling.” you say to yourself. The feeling of being a kid, not having all the responsibilities of job, family, and community. The feeling of his nervous hands on your breasts when they were smaller. Trying hard to impress you, though still learning how to pleasure each other.

As the song ends, he cuts back in. “I won’t interrupt the next few songs. As you ‘drive down memory lane’ stay focused on the road. Enjoy the music. I will cut back on after a few.”

The next few songs are all from those years when you dated. You picture sneaking into his parent’s rec room, going to the movies, and other flashbacks of things you did together when you were younger.

You feel both a little sad and a bit excited. Some of those songs were “make out” music. You can feel his breath and lips on your neck as you drive.

The next time you hear his voice, he says “If I timed it right, you should see some of the signs advertising the coastal town, and your GPS should have you within 10 miles.”

You glance down, and it says ‘8.4 miles to destination.’ “I might have gotten a little excited.” you mutter to yourself, thinking how during a couple of the songs, you sped up well above the speed limit.

He continues, “I will let the playlist play out. If I did this right, I will be sitting in the little restaurant across the street from the motel. Park and find me.”

The music continues. More of it is “make out music”. At least one of which was playing when you conceived your oldest. You flush a little at that. Hearing Meatloaf’s singing and knowing how passionately your young husband fucked you to it, has your body tingling a little and your skin flushed.

You see the sign for the “Sea and Sand Hotel”, underneath you see where it is now owned and operated by one of the big chains, but they kept the historic style.

Looking down at the time, you see it’s still lunchtime, and the local diner looks busy but not packed. You pull into the parking lot and see your husband’s car. You stop the music and get out.

Walking in the bright ‘50’s style Diner, you look around and see him. He has a tall glass of water and menus spread in front of him. He looks down at his watch and then smiles broadly at you. “You made it a little faster than I thought.” as you sit across from him.

“So what is all this about?” you ask.

He holds your hand. “Love, I want us to enjoy this weekend. I got us a room at the hotel. Your folks have kids. I just want us to relax and have fun. Plus, I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” you respond. 

He nods. “In your bag, I packed you some “special outfits.” I think we can maybe do a little ‘role play’ if you want. And if not, we can just enjoy some time together.”

You give him a quizzical look. “What type of role play? Cheerleader costumes or something?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No. I packed you that slinky evening gown and sexy lingerie. There is a bar attached to the hotel and I thought we could do the ‘I pick you up at a bar’ or whatever you find exciting.” He looks around at the ‘50’s style Diner and says, “If I had given it more thought maybe I would have gotten you a cheerleader outfit or a poodle skirt and sweater set.”

He gives your hand a loving squeeze. The waitress walks up, with her hair done in a huge “beehive” “Hey Honey, are you ready to order?”

As much as you wish you could have “greasy burgers and fries, with a milkshake” you both go for the more sensible chicken breast sandwich and side salad. You do get the fresh squeezed lemonade, which goes well with it.

As you eat you ask, “How is yours?”

Playfully he responds, “I always enjoy a full tender breast.” and takes a bite from the sandwich. 

You place your hand on his knee under the table. “Oh, then maybe I should have ordered a big thick sausage.” you say as you squeeze his thigh. You haven’t joked or bantered together like that for way too long. Too afraid that the kids would hear and repeat it. You place your sandwich on the plate and sigh. “What happened to us?

He smiles and grabs your hand, “We got busy and distracted. Let’s just take time and enjoy ourselves.” He squeezes your hand in a firm but loving way.

After you finish eating, you notice that you still have a couple of hours until you can check into the hotel. So, you decide to stroll downtown for a bit.

Walking hand in hand, you check out the various tourist stores and shops. You pick up a box of saltwater taffy, for the kids, and a pair of novelty sunglasses for yourself. “Why did you get those?” your husband asks.

“I have an idea for later.” you say and kiss him on the cheek.

On the way back to the hotel, you both walk into a liquor store. Your husband gets a bottle of sparkling wine, and some miniature bottles of tequila, vodka, and rum. “What’s all that for?’ you ask.

He winks and nods, “Just wait and see.”

You check into the hotel and go up to the room. It is simple and plain.

“I wish I could have afforded to get us a ‘Bed and Breakfast’ but just one night in a local one costs more than the whole weekend here.” he explains as he fills the plastic ice bucket and puts the bottle of sparkling wine in it.

You open your bag and lay out the clothing he packed. You see an evening gown, a couple of pairs of jeans, a pair of yoga pants, a couple of t-shirts, a sweatshirt, your cotton underwear, and, of course, your silky ‘special lingerie’.

In the shoe compartment of the bag, are your ‘Fuck Me’ pumps. You rarely get to wear them, because the heels are too tall for work and there is no reason when you are doing things with the kids.

Your husband walks in and sees you sitting on the bed. “Did I pack everything?”

You smile at him, “Even if you forgot something, I think we will enjoy the weekend.”

He walks over and hugs you tightly. You see him open his bag and take out a suit, a pressed white shirt, a couple pairs of jeans, and shirts. He hangs them up in the closet.

“Dear, do you want to ‘dress’ dinner or just eat something and then ‘dress’ for the bar?” he asks. You hang up your dress, and jeans too.

“Lets have dinner casually, and then come back and ‘dress’ for drinks.” you say kissing him in the cheek. “I love this. I would hate for us to spill dinner on things before we go to the bar.”

He hugs you and kisses you firmly. “And that is why I wanted your thoughts on tonight.”

You pick a seafood restaurant and walk along the boardwalk, watching the sunset. Once it is dark, you go back to the room and get dressed. He puts on his suit and tie, and you put on your sexy lingerie, dress, and shoes. He kisses your cheek.

“Go in the bar and order your drink first. I will be down.”

“That is what I wanted too.” you tell him grabbing the novelty sunglasses.

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Crocheted Bikini - Part 2

 

In the morning, as you power up your work laptop, you make sure that you have your shopping bag under your desk. She comes in with her cup of coffee and kisses you. “I’m leaving.”

You kiss her in return. “Drive safely. Morning traffic looks bad today.”

“Rub it in. That is why one of your telework days is in the middle of the week.” She comments.

“Of course. The goal of telework is to enable employees to..”

“Have a better work/life balance, reduce the number of vehicles on the road, and take advantage of the productivity gains that new technologies can provide. Yea, yea, yea. I heard the same thing at our company. Only my leadership wants all of us in on Wednesdays.”

You stand up, hug her, and kiss her again. “Mmmm that coffee tastes good. I’ll get me a cup too.”

You watch her drive away as you sip your coffee. Then you check work messages again, find a recommended training video, and put your status back to “Training”

It’s a class called “Improved Workplace Productivity”. You have sat through similar classes before, and they all say the same thing. So, it is the perfect class to listen to as you assemble the bikini. As it starts, you roll each skein of brown yarn into balls. Then you pull out the directions and lay out the yellow triangles.

You pause the video. “I should measure one of her bras to make sure I place this right. Taking a piece of paper, a pen, and a ruler, you go to the bedroom and pull out a bra and panty. You write down the measurements. “If the triangles for the breasts are too close or too far apart, they won’t cover her nipples.”

With your notes, you assemble the top and bottom, using the brown yarn for the ties and the edges. When it comes to the bottom, you make two. The first one is a simple triangle in both the back and front and ties at the corners. Once you make it you take it to the bedroom and compare it to a pair of her panties. “The crotch area seems to be a little narrower, but that shouldn’t be a problem.” You think. Then you find her G-string with the “Eat Me” sequins on the front. You measure out the length of strap that runs up her ass.

The final step is to wash it all with fabric softener and dry them.

When the dryer finishes, they feel so soft and warm. You rub them on your face, imaging her wearing them. Just the idea of her breasts rubbing your face, has you getting hard.

You quickly stop, find a gift box, put a ribbon on it and place it on the dining room table.

Then you focus on teleworking. The quiz portion of “Improving Workplace Productivity” is flashing on the screen. After the 3rd time, you finally pass the test. Your boss messages you concerning training. She is happy with your initiative and wants you to write up an overview of recommended training courses.

Shortly’ you see your wife’s car pull into the driveway.

“Hi, Dear. I’m home.” She calls as she puts down her work bag and purse.

Still at your desk, you yell, “I still have a few things to finish up. But there is something for you on the dining room table.” As much as you want to watch her reaction. You are also afraid of what she’ll say if she doesn’t like it. So, you focus on your document and save it for tomorrow.

You hear a squeal from the dining room. “Oh my God, what is this?” She comes into your office carrying the box and holding up the top.

“Surprise Honey. I made it for you.” You say, though there is slight bit of nervousness in your voice. “I hope you like it.”

She kisses you, and turns to leave, “I have to try it on.”

“For the bottoms, you have both a bikini bottom and a G-string. I didn’t know which you would prefer.” You power off your work computer and head for the bedroom. You are surprised when the door is closed. “Is everything alright?” you ask.

“Just give me a minute. You surprised me, so I want to surprise you.” She says through the door.

You stand there waiting, hoping you measured things correctly.

She opens the door, and you see her wearing it. “How does if fit?” you ask

“How does it look?” she says, slowly turning around.

The bikini bottom nicely covers her pussy and ass, but the top looks a little tight as her breasts push against the ties.

She takes your hands and guides them, placing one on her hip and the other on her breast. “What do you think?” You slowly caress her body and bring your face to her luscious tits. Moving your face back and forth, you feel the soft texture of the crocheted fabric. Her nipples are hardening, and you can feel them though the material.

“How does that feel?” you ask as you place your hand, and you slowly rub the front of the bikini against her pussy.

“Did you really make this for me?” she asks as she runs her fingers through your hair.

“Yes, my love. I got the idea from your summer project book.”

She reaches behind her neck and releases the knot, so the straps fall free. “It feels a little tight, but maybe that is just my excitement?” she says in a seductive tone. You let the top drop and firmly suck her nipples. She reaches into your pants and grips your hardening cock. “I think you like how it looks on me.”

You push her back to the bed and remove the bottoms. There is a damp spot where the cotton was absorbing the wetness from her pussy. You move down her body to lick her tasty cunt, going up and down and around her lips which are so visibly aroused.

You strip off your clothes and continue licking her until she is begging you to just fuck her hard. Your hard cock slides into her and then she rolls over so she can ride you. Going back and forth, grinding her clit against you and holding your wrists down.

“Yes my… love. ….Ride me…. Until…. I cum.” You say, breathing harder.

She does, moaning loudly as she cums too.

You both are sweating as she lies on you, your softening dick sliding from her dripping pussy.

“Did you really make it for me?” She asks.

“I did. I hadn’t made anything in years. Do you really like it?” you ask.

“I Do, though next time, ask me what color I want.”

You kiss her and hug her tightly. “I will.”

Crocheted Bikini - Part 1

 

“I can do that.” you say to yourself as you close the crochet pattern book that she left on the coffee table.

When you were younger, your mother and grandmother taught you how to crochet and knit. As you got older, you stopped because you had so many other things to do.

That, and while you were in college, some of your friends joked about how you had so many “feminine hobbies”. But years later, you can still do it, or at least you think so.

The book you flipped through was a seasonal pattern book, “50 Summer Projects”. You saw several things: washcloths, beach bags, handbags, light shawls, hoodies, and the item that caught your eye, a bikini.

The pattern was basically made with four triangles, two for the top and two for the bottom. There was also an alternate bottom G-String, that only used one triangle.

“I could make this and surprise her with it.” But there aren’t any special days coming around soon. “Aw what the heck, just giving it to her will make it a special gift.”

“What’s that honey?” you hear her call from the other room.

“Nothing dear. Are you making something out of this ‘Summer Projects book?” you respond.

She comes into the room. “Yea, I’m making this…” she says as she picks the book off the end table. “the Beach Bag.” She holds up the pattern with the corner of the page folded over.

You look at it. “That will look great. How far along are you?”

“I just started making the flat bottom. The sides will take longer, and then of course the handles will be the last thing.” You nod quietly. “Why do you ask?” She says putting it back down.

“I saw it on the table and was just curious. It has been a long time since I… I mean, since I watched my mom crochet. I just remembered that I need to pick a few things up from the store. Do you need anything?” you ask as grabbing your wallet and keys.

“No. I’m good. Are you going to pick up something for dinner?” she responds as she sits down and grabs her crochet project from the old shopping bag that was beside the couch.

“Sure. I’ll be back shortly.” you say as you kiss her. Her lips, as always, feel so soft and warm. But you need to go to the craft store and pick up a few items.

In the craft store, you go down the aisles of yarn with a basket in your hand. You know you need 100% cotton but are surprised at all of the colors. There are solids, brights, pastels, and variegated.

“I need to keep it simple.” you say aloud.

There are enough skeins of Canary Island Yellow to make what you need. You grab a couple of extras, and a couple of skeins of Woodland Brown.

Then you go over to the crochet hooks. You try to remember what size you used as a kid. Then you read the label on the yarn, “Medium 4” 5mm US H/8, 10cm x 10cm, 13sc x 14r.

“5mm. Maybe that is the right size.” The hooks aren’t all that expensive, so you get a few ranging in size from 4mm to 6mm. You also buy a reusable shopping bag to keep everything together. You check out and then go to the local barbeque chicken place and get an order to go.

“What took so long?’ she asks as you carry in the food.

“Oh, you know, when you want a quick ‘to-go order’ so does everyone and their brother.”

“Mmmm that smells good.” she says as you open it up and dish her a plate. “Did you get everything you need?” she asks as she takes a quick forkful.

“Yes. There are just a few things I need for the office tomorrow, so I left them in the car. Don’t worry. Let’s just enjoy dinner.”

After dinner, you both snuggle on the couch. “I was going to work on my beach bag….” she says as you kiss her and caress her breasts under her t-shirt.

“Oh. I can wait.” you say as you release her and sit up.

She pulls you back on top of her. “No. I said I was going to. But now I want to see how hard I can make you.”

The next hour is spent kissing, licking, sucking, caressing, fingering, and fucking.

As you lie on her, you stroke her hair. “Is that more enjoyable than crocheting?”

“I don’t know.” she says in a playful tone. “You are good, but are you as useful as a beach bag, when I’m finished.”

You kiss her, get up, and gather the clothes off the floor. “Can a beach bag put your dirty clothing in the laundry?”

“It can carry them.” She says standing up and hugging you. “If you really want to impress me, do the next load of laundry.”

You kiss her, smiling. “Okay. Then am I better than a crocheted beach bag?” She smiles and smacks your bare ass as you go to the laundry room. She puts on a long t-shirt, sits and crochets.

The next day while you are in the office, you quickly check your messages and emails. Nothing important came in, so you pull a skein from the bag and roll it into a ball. It allows you to check to make sure there aren’t any breaks in the yarn and if there are, you can quickly tie them together again. You had forgotten how relaxing it was to just wind a ball of string, moving it, rolling it in your fingers and turning it so it keeps its round shape. In no time at all you have a ball of yellow twine in your hand. You quickly roll a second one, and then place them both back in the bag.

You check your computer again. No messages, and no new orders. This time of year, is quiet. The major projects have been finished and the new ones normally come out at the end of summer. That is why the office is so quiet and so many people are on vacation. You do an online search for a crocheted bikini pattern. You should have copied down the directions from her book, but you knew you could search at work.

Some different patterns show up but you quickly find one that is similar to the one you saw. You print it, and then take a moment to read it. It has four sizes. S, M, L, and XL.

You hadn’t really thought about it. Her breasts are full and lovely but most of her clothes are “medium” or at least you think so. You decide to make the Large triangles and then measure one of her bras before you assemble it. Reaching in the bag, you pull out a hook. The pattern calls for a “G” hook, so that is the one you use.

Making a slip knot, you try to think back to what your mother and grandmother showed you. Making chains, single crochet, and double crochet. You slowly make a chain, trying to make sure you don’t pull too tightly.

According to the directions after your first row, starting at the second row, you will decrease at the turn and then decrease at the end of the row. Odd rows are just straight and even rows have the decreases. The cotton yarn feels soft but as you crochet it, the slowly growing triangle feels firm. “I might be pulling too tight.” you tell yourself.

Then the phone rings. It is one of your co-workers calling with a question.

You set down your crocheting and focus on work. As you help your colleague, you roll up the triangle and put it onto the shopping bag along with the pattern.

During your lunch break, you go to the local sandwich shop and pick up something to eat. As you sit in the break area, you work on your crocheting. By the end of lunch, you have your first triangle.

Holding it in your hand, it feels firm and not really soft and flexible. It also is smaller than what the finished size should be according to the pattern.

“I must be pulling too tight.” You tell yourself. Adding a quick edging, you decide to use it as a coffee coaster on your desk. “I’ll try this again tomorrow.” You say as you put the bag in a desk drawer and finish the workday.

The next day, after checking messages and emails, you take the bag out of the drawer and began crocheting again. You slowly and gently made your initial chain, checking the measurement against the pattern. Then you repeated what you did yesterday, but keeping your tension on the yarn, relatively light, and moving the hook more gently. After a few minutes, you get into a rhythm. Then you pause.

There is some of that “mandatory annual training” that HR puts out online. If you put your headphones on and listened to it, you could knock out those classes, and get crocheting done too.

On your computer screen you see the list. “Sexual Harassment in the Workplace”, “Information and Computer Security” “Human Trafficking and It’s Signs” and “Company Records Management and You”.

None of these are exciting but they are all due within the next two months. Most of your co-workers make a mad scramble to knock them out, but with so many people on vacation, the videos will play on the network without any buffering.

You type up a quick email for your supervisor, telling her that you are going to “Knock out my mandatory training classes, while things are quiet in the office.” You also change your message status to “Training”.

An email response pops up. “Great idea! Update me when you are completed.”

With your headphones on you start with the “Information and Computer Security”. It is a relatively long one, with multiple lessons. But you have been with the company for over 5 years now and the video is the same video. So, you hit play and concentrate on making your triangle. By the end of the class, you had made your first one and started the second. You next hit “Human Trafficking and It’s Signs”. By the time it ends you have two triangles, both the same size and edged. You measure them against the pattern. “So far so good.” Looking at the clock, you notice it will soon be lunch, so you will do the last two classes in the afternoon.

By the end of the day, you had five soft, cotton triangles, each the same size, and bright canary yellow. You quickly message your boss, “Completed all my mandatory training, and as a reminder, tomorrow is my telework day.”

She sends you a quick response. “Great job. I will look for you online tomorrow.”

You put everything in your shopping bag and go home.

“How was your day, Dear?” your love asks as you get home.

You try to mask your excitement of how much you accomplished by telling her. “I spent all day knocking out the company’s mandatory training.”

“Well, you look pretty good after all of that. Normally you look drained from hours of videos.”

You kiss her on the lips. “Well maybe I just got excited by the idea of “sexually harassing” you, or “trafficking” you so you are my sex slave and in charge of my “Records” and “Security”.

She hugs you placing her arms around your neck. “Does that mean you feel like a little “role play” in the bed tonight?”

Placing your hands on her ass, “Maybe. Do you want to be the ‘Boss’ or the ‘Secretary’”?

She kisses you firmly. “I want to be the ‘Boss’. Shall we have dinner first?”

After dinner, she puts on stockings, and a garter belt, no panties, with an old skirt and loose blouse, without a bra. She uses your telework desk as her ‘boss’ desk, demanding that you bring her paperwork to sign, and “Where’s my coffee?”. She has you dress in a pair of old work slacks that are a little too tight for the office, and a button-down shirt and tie.

The game progressed with you bringing her what she asked, and then her making suggestive remarks. The same kinds that were mentioned in the “sexual harassment” video. Apparently, her work has her watch a similar video every year too.

The rest of the night she was grabbing your ass, pulling your tie so she could kiss you, or pulling you down to her breasts and then between her thighs. The whole time you meekly commented “I don’t think I should do this.” Or “What is the owner of the company found out?” Her response was a mixture of “Do what I tell you, and we’ll see about getting you a promotion.” Or “I have just the position for you to fill.”

Soon she was ripping your shirt off your body, and ripping your pants open to free your hard cock. By the time you were both completely naked and sweating, it was time to go to bed and sleep.

“You seemed to be inspired and enthusiastic.” She says laying her head on your chest.

“I had a good day at work and tomorrow, when I telework, I should be able to get everything I was working on finished.” You respond slowly stroking her hair.

“Okay, so my going into my work tomorrow won’t be a problem?” she asks.

“Not at all. Maybe tomorrow you can see if you can take whatever corporate training you need.”

“Mmmmm take a few classes that will inspire me? Maybe tomorrow, I can be your IT tech, checking your problem with your router cables or whatever?” she says sighing as she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.

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The Adventurer - Traveling to the Winter Festival - Part 2

 

After a few minutes, the music and noises of the camp are loud and clear. You yell, “I am coming back into the camp, and I brought guests.”

The music and movement stop for a minute as you step from the deer path into the meadow lit by the cookfires and the elf’s magic sphere. “Master Tanner, we have a group of elves who are also traveling to the Valley for the Festival. They wish…”

The one carrying the orb steps forward, “We wish to get some water at the well, rest for the night, and would enjoy sharing your fires. We have wine and food, which we are willing to share.”

Master Tanner stands up and extends his hand in a sign of peace and friendship. The Elf grips him by the forearm in a manner very familiar to you and they exchange greetings.

The Elves introduce themselves as Aladan, Caranar, Malwen, Tathar, and Kalglin, who is the one with the light orb. They quickly move to the well and refill their water skins.

Aladan, the one who you first encountered on the trail, sits by one of the firepits, opens his pack and pulls out a wineskin and package of travel rations. “Scout, Will you share food and drink with me?” he asks. You recognize immediately his offer as a sign of respect between peers. If you had any alcohol, you would have made a similar offer.

“Of course.” You say as you set your bow, and your sword next to your pack and saddle, then sit down near him. You notice that Kalglin is moving around the edge of the meadow and setting wards. “Is Kalglin a mage?” you ask Aladan.

“Of course.” he responds as he fills a small copper kettle from his waterskin and sets it over the fire. 

“Why is he setting wards for the night? Isn’t it better to just post guards?” you ask as you keep watching him.

“Have you worked with mages before, Milady Scout?”

“Not in a group this small. Only battlemages when I was in the Queen’s Army.”

He takes the kettle from the fire and pours some hot water into small wooden bowl and adds a dried fruit cake. The smell from the bowl is like sweet oatmeal with fruit. He stirs it with a wooden spoon. “Have you had elvish travel rations?”

You shake your head, “No, but I accept what you offer in the spirit in which it is given.” Remembering to use the universal code phrases that scouts and soldiers use when encountering other races. Upon hearing your response, he smiles and hands you the bowl,

“As a fellow traveler, I offer you food and drink that you may rest and be at peace.”

You take the bowl “May I borrow your spoon? Mine is packed up in my kit.” He nods and smiles again.

“Milady Scout, how long were you with the Queen’s Guards? Were you part of the Diplomatic Corps?” You take his spoon, shaking your head.

At that moment you hear Kalglin claps his hands over his head, and a glowing dome covers the entire meadow. “Master Tanner, all in the meadow are now protected for the night. Nothing can enter nor exit without our consent.” He announces.

All of the elves cheer and visibly relax. You notice that Caranar and Malwen kiss and strip off their leather armor. Tathar is offering elvish wine to Master Tanner, and apparently asking what kind of leather goods he sells.

You take a spoonful of the elvish rations. It tastes like freshly made oatmeal with honey and various types of berries. The berries taste fresh, but you know they were dried before he added the water. “Mmmmm that is much better than my travel stew. Dried meat added to whatever root vegetables I brought with me. How is the fruit fresh?”

He smiles and offers his wineskin. “That is all part of Fae preparation. I am but a soldier and not a cook so I really do not know how they are made, only how to prepare and eat them. You said you had not been one of the Queen’s Guards, yet you know the diplomatic phrases? Why is that?” 

You sip the wine. It tastes sweeter than you normally drink but it is good. “I was simply a soldier. But I paid attention and learned whatever I thought would be of use. There are times, when as a sword-for-hire, diplomacy is the preferred answer.” As you hand the wineskin back to him along with the bowl and spoon. He takes a bite of the oatmeal and a sip of wine.

This goes on for a while. The members of the camp enjoying and sharing what they have. A couple of the teamsters had some bottles of whiskey, which they shared in exchange for elvish wine. A couple of merchants even opened their travel trunks and sold a few items to the elves. Mostly leather good and copper or tin utensils.

Soon Tathar starts playing a flute, and one of the teamsters joins with his guitar. Another starts beating rhythm on a hand drum. Music fills the meadow. Caranar and Malwen dance enthusiastically, and have merchants and teamsters join them.

“Would you like to dance, Milady Scout?” Aladan asks as he stands and extends his hand. “I would love to” you say. You feel the music moving through you as you dance.

The tempos of the songs change from joyous reels to something you aren’t familiar with. You see the elves rub their bodies against their dance partners. Malwen grabs a merchant and is sandwiched between him and Caranar. You are a little surprised when she kisses each of them and then Caranar kisses them both. But it all seems to go well with the music. Aladan holds you and slowly caresses your body. Even through your thick leathers, you can feel his hands. You caress him in turn, moving your hands up and down his body in rhythm with the music. The music drops off but the people are still moving. You have an uncontrollable urge to kiss Aladan, so you do, deeply. He holds you tightly. “This feels so good.” You think. He releases you and unties his shirt.

You had always heard that elves had bare chests but you are happily surprised to see that it’s true. You notice that Tathar is stripping off her clothing, as are the two musicians. You lost track of Kalglin, but for the moment you just feel sexual desire building, and you lick Aladan’s pale nipples. “Mmmm” he moans as he continues unlacing his pants. 

“Yes, I want his cod.” You think. “Wait! Why am I so filled with desire? Is there a spell? Did they trick us with the wine?” You stop and hold Aladan still for a moment. “I want you, but this doesn’t feel normal. It is a spell?”

He nods and kisses you deeply. “It is a spell of friendship and desire. It is part of the protection dome, that Kalglin placed. It prevents negative thoughts and feelings and, aided by music and drink, brings out sexual desires. It is how we express our close bonds of friendship. Please accept it for what it is and don’t fight against it.”

He removes his pants and you see his hardening member. It looks strange to not have pubic hair around it, but you have a strong desire to suck it.

You hear some moans from around the meadow. Malwen is sucking her merchant’s hard hairy piece, as Caranar is licking her ass. It looks so sexy and turns you on more.

You take a moment and remove your travel leathers. You get on your knees and notice that the hard brown winter grass is now soft and warm as if in late spring. Grabbing Aladan’s smooth firm shaft you slowly stoke it. The foreskin slides back and forth, exposing a pale pink tip. You lick it. The flavor reminds you of the wine. Not that it tastes like elf wine, but there is a smell and flavor that reminds you of it. You lick around the tip and then slowly lick up and down the shaft. You continue to stroke it as you take it into your mouth. It feels good as he places his hands on your head. As you suck him, your quaynt tingles with anticipation. “Have you ever been ridden by a woman?” you ask.

“What do you mean, Milady Scout?” You smile wickedly at him, stand up and playfully trip him so he is on his back. Grabbing his wrists and holding them firmly against the ground, you slowly lower yourself onto is hard cock. “Oh.” He says “Yes, woman on top, we call it. Yes, please ‘Ride Me’.” Using as much control as you can, you slowly rub your wet nether lips along his pillicock as it lies on his flat stomach. Going back and forth, teasing both him and yourself. You feel such sexual drive and desire growing in you.

Releasing one hand, you position yourself and feed his tip inside of you. Slowly moving down and up, you take him deeper into your wet cunt. Once he is fully in, you ride him in the same back and forth motion you used in the saddle earlier today. You rock back and forth harder and faster. “Oh yes, Milady. Ride me. Your wet quim feels so good on me.” He says as he reaches up and firmly pulls your nipples. That additional feeling is what you needed. You feel your orgasm building within you. “Oh Yes” you hear him say under you. Clamping your thighs tightly around him your cunt pulses around his hard shaft. You just realized that you are sweating a bit as you get off of him. His wet hard cock glistens in the firelight against his pale skin.

He hasn’t released his seed yet and you want to see and taste it. You grab him firmly and stroke it, one hand on the shaft as the other massages his hairless balls. After a few minutes of vigorously stroking, it feels even more slick with his juices and even harder. It spurts into the air and you lick the tip tasting his issue. It tastes similar to when you first sucked him, just sharper and more pronounced. You suck it firmly and he moans in pleasure.

You release him and he sits up. “My turn.” He says as he pushes you back and spreads your legs. His tongue licks up and down your quaynt still oozing your juices. He licks slowly at first, as if tasting you, and then hungrily devours you. His smooth, slick tongue moves faster than you imagine, and then he sucks you. You grab his head and hump his mouth in pleasure as you climax again. He licks your juices from your wet open cunt. As you release his head, you see his mouth glistening with your wetness. He kisses you and you taste yourself on his mouth, as he tastes himself on you.

The spell seems to have reached its crescendo, as you watch others finishing also. You get up, still naked and draw some water from the well. The area under the magic dome seems warmer than it was earlier. You look up and see smoke pass through the dome, but apparently heat is trapped and keeping everyone warm on this cold winter night.

The well water is still icy cold as you splash some on you and then pull a towel from your pack, to wipe and dry yourself. Aladan also goes to the well, carrying a wash rag, towel, and a small cake of soap. He quickly washes with the cold water. As you get dressed, you watch his thin but muscular body as he dries himself.

“That was enjoyable. How much of that was magic and how much was real?” you ask.

“It was all real. All the spell did was to help everyone relax and act on their desires. The energy raised by the music, dancing, and sex, strengthened the dome, and ensured that everyone will be safe all night. Speaking of which, I think we should get some sleep.” He pulls a small rolled blanket from his pack, unrolls it, and lies down.

You yawn, unroll your bedroll, use your saddle as a pillow, and close your eyes.

When you open them again, the elves are sitting in a circle having breakfast with a couple of the teamsters. You smell some bacon frying and get up.

Joining the others, you ask if you can have some bacon too, and then you check your horse and prepare to travel. Some of the others are still asleep, but others are readying the animals, and hitching up the wagons.

Kalglin stands near the well and speaks loudly, “My new friends and fellow travelers, as soon as the campfires are out, and everyone is ready, I will release the dome. You might have noticed that the air in here is warmer than what is outside of the dome. I only warn you, so you aren’t shocked by the rush of cold air.” He lights a long-stemmed pipe and quietly smokes, wearing his pack and leaning against the well.

When everyone is ready, he tamps out and empties his pipe, and puts it away in a pocket on his pack. He straightens up, mutters some words, and claps his hands over his head. The transparent dome glows brightly and then disappears. A cold wind blow from the forest road.

You quickly ride down the road to check to ensure that it is clear. When you return, the caravan is lined up and ready to go, with the elves spread out, in among the wagons. Aladan, near the front, Kalglin by Master Tanner, and the others spread out with Tathar taking up the rear.

You pleasantly chat while keeping watch. It is much easier guarding the caravan with the help of the elves. The rest of the trip is uneventful, aside from learning, during a rest and water break, that Caranar and Malwen would like to have you join them in celebration during the festival. “Milady Scout,” he says, “If you are amenable to sharing sexual pleasure with both myself and my mate, we would enjoy sharing ourselves with you, and try to “have you ride” each of us. Watching you and Aladan was very erotic, and gave us enjoyment as we shared ourselves with the merchant.”

You smile at the thought of exciting them as they watched you, because you were turned on watching them too, when you weren’t focused on Aladan. 

“I accept what you offer in the spirit for which it is given.” You say and they smile broadly, kiss quickly and then prepare to continue on to the Valley.

When the caravan arrives at the valley, Master Tanner, hands you a bag of coins. “Mistress Swordlady, thank you for the good luck you have brought us. We added a bonus to your pay. The teamsters and merchant all agreed that this journey was pleasant and even profitable. I hope you enjoy your time at the Festival.”

Taking the bag and placing it into a larger pouch, you look over his shoulder at the Elves, who look as happy as the merchants to be here. “Thank you, Master Tanner, I have a feeling I will enjoy my time here.”

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The Adventurer - Traveling to the Winter Festival - Part 1

 You are an adventurer, a sword-for-hire, a mercenary, and a former soldier in the Queen’s army.

Drawing your thick cloak tighter around you, you look along the sides of the road as you enter the Great Forest. You nudge your horse to keep walking along with the rest of the caravan.

You were hired to provide protection to a caravan of merchants going from Craftown to the Winter festival in the Valley on the other side of the Great Forest. If you really had your choice, you would have spent this cold season in a warm tavern working as peace keeper. Most people don’t expect a female to keep the peace, but then again, they don’t expect a female sword-for-hire either.

You gently rock back and forth in the saddle, watching for signs of bandits or traps.

The road is well traveled and it is rare for bandit attacks, but the merchants are paying you well to guard and protect them. Paying almost double what you would earn at a tavern. The only thing that is a little frustrating is that you sleep alone at night.

As you slowly ride your horse, you sometimes feel your pussy rub against the inside of your thick leather pants as you move back and forth in the saddle. When you focus on protecting the caravan, it isn’t bad, but when things are quiet, you wish you were riding a hard cock. What makes it worse, is you don’t have a partner on this mission.

In the army, you had a couple of partners who, especially when you returned from guard duty or long patrols, you could use for both warmth and pleasure. Never while on duty, but you enjoyed taking advantage of off duty hours.

You could try to find some companionship within the merchant caravan, but there are already those who think that female sword-for-hires are just armed prostitutes.

Having sex with clients is bad for business. “I guess, I will just have to take care of myself, before I sleep. Maybe I can find some companionship during the festival?” you think and smile to yourself. The Winter festival lasts a week. There will be drinking, dancing, and sex to be had, as it is a celebration that the darkest and coldest days are behind you.

During the past few hours, you and your horse moved to different positions in the caravan. You rode in the front for a while, then slowly dropped back and rode at the rear for a bit. The carts and wagons of the caravan make a fair amount of noise, with squeaking wheels, jangling chains, and voices of the teamsters. These noises keep wild animals just out of sight. You were tempted to unsling your bow, but nothing seems to be amiss so you keep it secured but readily available.

Mid-day, many of the riders get off of their wagons or horses and walk them for a bit.

You dismount too and talk with the Elder who hired you. “Master Tanner, are you planning on traveling during the night, or are we going to stop at the Way Point Well and rest for the night?” Even though the weather is cold, he wipes sweat from his brown with a thin chamois, from the exertion of the day’s travel, “Madam Swordlady, I prefer to travel until I reach my destination, but we have clear weather and are making very good time. I had planned on poor conditions on the road, but we have been lucky. What would you recommend?” he asks as he takes a sip of water from his waterskin.

“I have been looking at both your teamsters and your animals. I think that the meadow at the Way Point Well would be a good place to water and rest your animals. It also has some protected areas where we can mount a good defense if we are attacked by bandits. I haven’t seen any sign of bandits. There might be some Rangers or Elves deeper into the woods on the other paths, but nothing that I have seen that pose a danger or threat to you. I recommend that everyone rest at Way Point Well for the night.” You explain and also take a sip of water.

“Thank you, Madam Swordlady, I will talk with the others and tell them what you advise.” He says and walks up the lead wagon.

“ ‘Madam Swordlady’ I hate when they call me that,” you think for a moment then mount your horse. “But that is probably better than ‘Guard Bitch’ or ‘Whore with a sword’ or some of the other derogatory terms you have been called over the years.”

The shadows in the trees are growing as the day slowly ends. When you are near the well, you ride ahead to ensure that the road is safe and clear.

You dismount just out of sight of the well and tether your horse. With your bow in hand and a small quiver of arrows, you slowly check the ground around the road. Looking for signs of disturbance and maybe ambush. The ground is cold and hard.

You don’t see any obvious signs, so you move closer. The area around the stone well looks to be clear. No animals tied or in the public lean-tos. You move quietly and slowly. You notice birds and squirrels in the trees. Signs of natural activity, so you get up and carefully walk to the well. The small public shelters are empty and the firepits are long cold. No one has been here recently.

You check the well. Dropping a small rock, you hear it hit ice. You see a larger rock and throw it down. An echoing crack and splash as you break the ice open. After dropping the bucket down, you pull it up, filled with icy cold water. It tastes cold and good.

Slinging your bow on your back, you walk back to your horse, then tell the caravan what you found.

Once everyone arrives, canvas buckets and troughs are set up for the animals, then they are brushed and fed. Cook fires are set up in the firepits and the teamsters are discussing who sleeps and who has to watch the wagons during the night.

Once the sun is down, the winter sky is dark and cold. Stars are seen in the sky between the branches of the bare trees. The meadow area is wide enough to park all of the wagons and still have room if other travelers arrive.

After a light meal of travel stew, you want to do a quick security check outside of the meadow.

You can hear some of the merchants singing and playing music, so you try to move quietly in the darkness. You follow a deer path that leads away from the well. You wish you had done this earlier, because the smell of smoke and food from the campsite makes it hard to tell if there is anything out of the ordinary.

The deer path connects to a wider forest trail and you stop. You can still hear the noises from the camp. You shake your head.

“Yes, people can be very noisy sometimes.” You hear a soft voice say. You look around and by a tree there’s an elf in a dark cloak. “I take it that you are the scout and protection for these men?” he says in his accented voice. You raise up to full height and put your hand on your sword hilt. If you had your bow with an arrow nocked you might have drawn it, but in the dark that probably would have made you a target for the elf. 
 He extends his open hands. “We mean you no harm. We were going to get some water at the well and rest for the night too.”

“What do you mean ‘we’?” you ask not relaxing the grip on your hilt.

Another elf, steps from a tree much closer to you. “We are a small group of elves heading to the Winter Festival in the Valley. We needed to ensure who you were before we revealed ourselves.” She says in a voice, similarly accented to his.

“Can all of you please step onto the path, so I can see you. It is hard enough to see in the dark, but you are all so silent, and …..”

One of them uncovers a glowing orb. It provides a dim but visible light. “This might help you, Scout.” Says a third one, who is a little farther back on the path.

With the glowing light you are able to count 5 elves in total, apparently 3 males and 2 females, but with elves sometimes it is hard to tell.

“May we have permission to use the well and spend the night at the camp?” The elf with the orb asks. You relax your grip on your sword hilt and exhale.

“Yes, let us all go together. In your travels, have you had any trouble with bandits or thieves?” You ask as the elves form a line behind you. 

“Our journey has been uneventful, but then we are a small group and can travel silently. Anyone who is unfriendly to us, we can avoid.”

After a few minutes, the music and noises of the camp are loud and clear. You yell, “I am coming back into the camp, and I brought guests.”

Teaching a 'Good Boy' to be Better

 It is a beautiful Saturday morning. After you wake up and make breakfast, you check your phone for sales and deals. You notice that there is an underwear and lingerie sale at one of your favorite stores.

“Good morning, dear.” I say as I kiss you and pour myself a cup of coffee. You kiss me back and finish your breakfast. I make toast and look at my phone for emails and messages.

As I sit down, engrossed in my phone, you comment, “Hey babe, I am going shopping. Can you clean up and do yard-work while I am gone?”

Absentmindedly I respond “Uh-uh, no problem, dear.” never looking up from my phone.

You finish up and put on a comfortable summer dress. Then you grab your keys and wallet, you take a quick look around. There are breakfast dishes in the sink, a basket full of clean laundry that needs folded, and just general tidying up in the living room.

“You should be able to have everything done by the time I return. Let’s not be like the other times” you call out as you leave.

You arrive at the store just after it opens. Luckily, you are ahead of most of the weekend shoppers.

You pick up a few pairs of cotton panties and two sports bras. “That’s what I need for everyday use, now let’s see if they have something special.”

The sexier lingerie is near the back of the section. There is a large sign saying “Half Off” on a rack where you see a bra and panty set that looks good. You feel the soft silky texture of the fabric as you flip through the rack to find your size. They have a variety of colors that will fit you.

Black, Red, and White of course, but what catches your eye is they also have a few different shades of blue, green, and a sunny yellow. Grabbing them from the rack, you hold up each one in front of you, looking in the mirror.

The fabric feels so soft and smooth as you rub it against your skin. You imagine how good it will feel wearing it, and how sexy you will look. That thought turns you on a bit.

You wonder how hard you will make me when you are wearing it and nothing else.

Picking a couple of sets in the colors you like best, you then get a couple pairs of pantyhose, and a new pair of stockings.

Happy with everything you have in your shopping basket, you see if there are any other sales you want to take advantage of. You move from section to section through the store. Nothing really catches your eye, as you notice more customers in the store.

You look at the time, and sigh. “I should check out and head home.”

As the cashier tells you the total, you are happy when you realize how much of it was on sale. Almost everything you bought. You are feeling turned on and excited. Not only by your smart shopping but also with the thought of how excited I will be seeing you wearing some of it.

“This has been a good morning.” you think to yourself as you head back home.

The first thing you notice as you get home is that the grass still looks uncut and shaggy.

“Well, maybe he wanted to wait until I got home before he started yard-work.” you think as you carry your shopping bags into the house.

You hear the TV on, and the sound of some sporting event.

The living room hasn’t been touched. Continuing on to the bedroom, you glance in the kitchen and see the dishes still piled in the sink. You shake your head sadly.

Dropping the bags on the bed you, look for me.

I’m lying on the couch, watching the game. Still wearing my shorts and t-shirt from when I woke up. You are disappointed but not angry.

“I guess you didn’t expect me home so early. I can see you haven’t done anything around the house. Do you have anything to say?” you ask in a soft tone.

“Oh. I forgot. I turned on the game and got distracted.” I respond, not really looking at you.

“Well, that’s not an excuse. You should have done it anyway. You should have done what I asked you to do first.” You move in front of the TV, so I have your full attention. “I come home, and it is so messy.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll get to it after the game.” I say.

You shake your head, “Don’t want to hear it, I just don’t want to hear it. I have heard it from you so many times.” Before I can respond you take the remote, turn off the TV, and move closer to me.

“I’ve got an idea. You are going to make it up to me.” You feel the fabric of your dress slide across your thighs as you move closer to me. “Now. Right now. I don’t care what you were watching, or what you want to do. You haven’t even done the yard-work you were going to do two days ago. So, right now, I want you to stand up and take off your shorts.” you say as you have get off the couch and you sit down.

Your dress is cut so as you lean forward, the soft cotton fabric rubs against your nipples. Reaching forward you grab my soft cock from my underwear. You spread your legs wide as you grab my balls with one hand and start stroking with the other. Your mouth is so beautiful as you lick your lips and look up at me.

“Because you haven’t done anything for me. That means that this is now mine.” you say as you lick the tip of my hardening dick. You lick and suck for a moment, gripping my balls tightly.

“While I was shopping, I bought a few things that I wanted to show off to you as a treat, but, that will have to wait. You can’t do the things you want to do right now, so I have an idea of your punishment.” you say as you stroke the hardening shaft and grip me tighter.

You lick and suck my tip some more. Looking into my eyes as you squeeze it tightly. “Now…. I want you to get down on your knees…. and do as I say.” Your tone is still soft but commanding.

You release me and pull your breasts free from your dress, caressing and pulling your nipples. “Suck my nipples first,” you say in an almost breathless tone, “And if you do it well, I’ll have you do more.” you continue as you pull your dress up exposing your cotton panties.

Slowly I lick around your right nipple. My tongue is smooth and wet as it goes around it. “Mmmm yesss…. now suck it…” you say

You feel the firm suction of my mouth as I suck your hard nipple. “Yesss… like that….” you say grabbing the back of my head and pulling my hair.

“Now move to the other one.” I obediently kiss your right nipple and then lick and suck your left one. Your pussy tingles as I lick and suck your nipples. Reaching down with your free hand you rub the crotch of your panties which have a damp spot from your excitement.

You pull my head back. “Mmmm, you are doing good. Do you want to see how wet my pussy is?” you ask as you move my head down between your thighs.

I see the wet spot on your panties.

My breath feels warm on you, as I slide your panties to the side, revealing your wet, glistening pussy lips, and your lovely, trimmed patch. You feel my tongue slowly lick ups and down.

Holding my head, you feel my tongue trust into you. I work it in and out. Your pussy is so wet it makes noises as I do it. “Yessss, like that.” you say in almost a sigh.

Then you pull my head up and back to your face. “See you can listen when you want to.”

You release me and slowly caress your breasts and pussy. “Are you going to do what I say? Are you gonna be a good boy again?” You ask in a seductive tone.

“I will do whatever you need, my love.” I say still on my knees before you.

“Right now I want you to slide that hard dick inside me.” you respond by spreading your legs wider. I stand up and rub the tip across your wet lips. The firm spongy tip feels good as I rub it against your clit.

I do it a few more times and you are breathing harder. “Go on now.” you say in a light command.

You feel as the tip slides between your lips and I slowly go in and out. I don’t go all the way in. I pull out and rub it against your clit again, then thrust back in. “Oh Yessss.”

I go with some short fast strokes and then I follow up with some long deep thrusts. Your pussy is so wet. I go in and out, faster and deeper. Placing my hands on the couch to steady myself, I work harder as you moan louder. “Ohhhh, Ahhhhh, Yeaaa.”

I go faster and harder still. Then I thrust deep and hold it. You tighten your thighs around me as you are going to cum. “Ohhhh, Mmmmmm, Yeaaaa” Your pussy pulses around my hard cock as your juices leak out.

I haven’t cum yet, so you grip my dick again, and lean forward, licking your flavor off of it. “That was good.” You say with a satisfied tone. “We will continue AFTER you get your chores done.”

I nod and pull up my shorts.

You stand up and kiss me. “If you do a good job, babe, I will show you what sexy things I bought today.”

I return the kiss. “I can’t wait, Love. I’ll start with the kitchen.”

You lay back on the couch satisfied. “I wonder what’s the score on the game?” you ask yourself as you turn on the TV.

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Storm at the Beach House

Your family owns a beach house. Ownership has passed from family member to family member. You were given the key, and told that you and one of your cousins, are now the joint owners of it.

A major storm was going to hit the region, so you went to the house to get it ready. You aren’t sure when the last time anyone used the place, so you picked enough groceries to last for a while.

You pull up and unload the supplies from your SUV, pulling off your shirt because it is unseasonably warm.

As you are putting things away in the pantry, you hear a voice. “Who are you? And what are you doing?”

You turn around and answer “I’m restocking the pantry. What does it look like I’m doing? This is my house.”

“This is my house too.” He tells you. As you stand and face him, you see him look at your bare chest, and tight shorts. “Oh, I heard that the other set of keys was went to a cousin.” He walks forward and extends his hand. “I heard on the news that a storm was going to hit and wanted to get this old place ready.”

You shake his hand and smile, noticing his broad chest under his tight t-shirt and loose unbuttoned denim work shirt.

“I’m here for the same thing. I wanted to make sure I had food and water just in case thing got bad.” The two of you talk as he helps you put away supplies.

He’s your Uncle’s son. You hadn’t really known that part of the family. He tells you his plan to put on the storm boards, and make sure the house is secure. You agree, because it is what you wanted to do too, and it will be easier with two people.

In the storage shed you find a number of thick wooden boards that have holes drilled in the corners. As you look at the window frames you see large carriage bolts that are used to secure the boards.

It takes the two of you working together to cover the windows on the bottom floor. You are both sweating from the work.

“How do we do the windows on the upper floor?” You ask. Searching the shed, you don’t find any more boards. “Maybe the upstairs boards are in the house.” He says.

After a few minutes of searching, he finds that there are smaller boards in a storage closet.“How do we put on these ones?” He asks.

“I know that, we use the balcony and walk on the roof of the porch. I used to sneak out on summer nights and watch the stars and the waves from there.” You say.

You both carry the boards to the balcony then you climb up, and get onto the roof of the porch. The windows are easy to reach from there. He hands you all of the boards and then you pull him up too. His hand feels strong in yours as you help him up. After a few minutes, you both secure the upper windows.

You see dark thick clouds rolling in from the ocean. “It is a good thing we finished up. Let’s get inside.” You say.

You close and secure the French doors on the balcony as the rain starts. “Just in time. I’m sweaty and tired. Should we clean up, and have something to eat?” You ask. You are not modest at all and you strip off your shorts and pull a towel from the linen closet.

“Wow! You just strip naked just like that.” He says in a shocked voice. 

“Of course, it’s just us guys, and I want to shower before the storm hits.” You start the shower. You soap up and wash the sweat off of you. 

“Is there room for another in there? I don’t want you to use all the hot water.”

“Come on in.” You say. As he steps in you are soaping your soft cock and balls.

“Um can I have the soap?” He asks a little nervously.

You hand him the bar. “I’m almost done” and you rinse yourself off thoroughly. You glance down and notice that he has a nice cock, and you are sure that he was staring at yours. “I’ll go and cook something.” You say as you step from the shower and towel yourself dry. You grab a clean pair of shorts from your bag that you put one of the bedrooms, and go to the kitchen.

You hear the wind blow harder and the rain is drumming against the storm boards. He comes into the kitchen wearing a thick bathrobe. “I don’t feel like pulling things out of my bag. I found this in the closet.” It’s a thick terry cloth robe from the 1970’s.

He sits down at the kitchen table as you are cooking some sausages in an iron skillet.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” you say in a light tone. “Sure, ask whatever you want.”You hear thunder echo in the distance.

“Are you gay?”

“I’m bisexual. Why do you ask?”

He swallows nervously. “How do you guys do it? How do you suck a man’s dick?”

You use a fork to flip the sausages and move them in the pan. “I do it similarly to how I suck a clit on a woman. If I find someone attractive, I want to take time and give them pleasure. Don’t you do that for your wife?”

He coughs as the storm gets louder. “I don’t like to lick pussy. I just want to fuck her and cum.” But as he says it he looks almost ashamed. “I bet that makes me a selfish bastard.”

“I does, but I think you can learn. The goal is to give pleasure. It’s like cooking. The goal is to make something that everyone will enjoy, not just one person.” You say as you move the sausages in the pan and turn down the heat. “Have you ever sucked cock?” You ask him directly.

“No! Never. Guys like me don’t do that.” He says in a defensive tone.

You walk up to him and lean over him. In a low tone you ask “Have you ever wanted to?” He swallows nervously. “I saw you looking at me all day. Especially in the shower. You want to touch it, don’t you.” You say in a low seductive voice.

The noise from the storm increases. You whisper in his ear “It’s just you and me. No one will know.”

You pull your cock from your shorts. He reaches for it. “That’s it, take it and slowly stroke it, like you do yours.” You feel his rough fingers as he takes it. He slowly strokes it. “Think about what you like most when you want your wife to suck you.”

“But she thinks…” “Shhhhh. Just put the tip to your lips and kiss it.” His lips are wet and soft. He kisses your tip nervously. Then you feel his tongue on it. “That’s it. Slowly lick it.” You say encouragingly. He slowly licks down your hardening shaft. You reach down and cradle your balls. “Take it in your mouth and feel it.” You say in a deep voice.

He opens his mouth and he slowly feeds your hard cock into it. His mouth is warm and wet as he closes his lips around you. “Now suck gently” you say. You feel the suction of his mouth. It is a gentle pressure.

It feels so good. You let go of your balls and place your hands on his head. He sucks a bit harder. You feel his tongue along the ridge of your cock as you start to flex your hips. You press it deeper into his mouth. He gags a bit and takes it out. He strokes it, all lubed with his saliva. His hand feels really good too.

You hear the noises of the storm as the rain pounds harder against the house. You lean closer to his ear, and whisper “If you let me cum in your mouth, you can fuck my ass.”

He continues stroking and hold it to his lips. Just the excitement of thinking about cumming in his mouth has you at the edge. Your cock is slick with your pre-cum. He puts it in his mouth and you tighten your grip around his head. You feel the wave of pleasure building and your cock throbs as you spurt in his mouth. He wasn’t expecting it. He lets go of you and spits.

“It is okay. That felt really good. And now you know what it feels like to suck a dick.” You say with a devilish grin.

There is a lightning strike near the house. It shakes with thunder, and the lights flicker. You both look at each other. “Let’s check and make sure everything is still secure.”

You turn off the stove. The sausages are ready. But they will keep. You both look around the lower level of the house. Everything is still secure. So you both go upstairs. After a quick check, the upstairs is still good too.

You are both at the top of the stairs and you point to the bedroom with your bag. “We don’t have to go back down to the kitchen just yet.” You walk into the bedroom, open your bag and pull out a tube of lube. “If you want you can fuck my ass here?”

You pull off your shorts and get on the bed, you squat so your ass is open and ready. You squirt some lube and rub it along the crack of your ass.

He just stands there and watches. You lube a finger and work the lube in. You make the opening of your ass nice and slick. “That’s it. You want to fuck me. Show me that you aren’t gay. Show me what a man you are.” You say in a low seductive voice. You thrust two fingers in and out of your ass.

You see him open his robe. He is hard. He gets right behind you. “You want me to show you what a man I am?” You feel his hands on your hips. He spreads your ass cheeks and presses his hard dick against your puckered hole. It slides in nicely due to the lube. He works it in and out. Going deeper with each thrust. He grabs your hips firmly.

“Yea, I’m gonna fuck your ass. I am gonna fuck you like a sissy.” He is breathing harder. He is working it in and out. He feels so good inside of you. Your cock is so hard from it, too.

As he fucks you harder, he grabs your hair and pulls it. “You came in my mouth. I am going to cum in your ass.” He grunts in an angry tone. His meat-stick feels so slick. You know it is from his pre-cum, and he won’t last much longer.

“I bet your wife won’t let you cum in her ass.” you say in a seductive tone. You hear anger in his voice as he thrusts and holds it.

“No, she won’t, ‘Anal Sexy is Dirty’ she says” he says in an angry tone. “Take my cum, whore” he angrily yells. You feel his cock fill your ass with his hot cum. It feels so good. His anger and rage turn you on too. You shoot cum again, too. 

You feel his sweat drip on your back. He is breathing hard and slowly slides his softening dick from your ass. You feel his jizz drip from your ass as yours drips from your schlong.

You notice that the storm is starting to lessen. You still hear the rain, but it doesn’t seem as hard. You grab a towel from your bag and wipe the cum from your ass and softening cock.

He goes to the bathroom and washes his dick clean. You pull on your shorts, and walk towards him as he closes his robe.

“Let’s go downstairs and eat. I don’t know about you, I am hungry, and I think the storm is starting to let up.” you say.

He looks a little embarrassed, “Yea, I am hungry and could eat. What were you cooking downstairs?”

You smile at him, knowingly “Sausages, long and thick. One mild and one Spicy. Which one do you want?” you ask with a wink.