Cara

It had been a long day. Some stupid idiot up in the corporate office had decided that they should have a well-advertised clearance sale, resulting in hundreds of deal-hungry women combing through her merchandise, destroying her displays and generally making her life miserable for an entire week. She just wanted to go home, take off the heels that were making her feel like a Chinese bride undergoing binding torture, crawl into her fuzziest pajamas and watch reruns on TV with James.

Cara loved her job. She had started in this place years ago, folding T-shirts and stuffing receipts into customer bags for minimum wage. Now she was the manager of the store and had a say in what items they would showcase. She took pride in the high sales volumes that her store produced every month. But often, on days like today where she felt wrung out from dealing with pushy, high priority customers and frantic mothers dealing with squealing teenage girls, she envied her husband’s choice of profession. He got a cool, clean, quiet office. His world was numbers, code and computer files. James was the manager of an IT department across town, and when everything was going well in his day, he would spend his days sitting in the sunshine at the park, enjoying the sparkling water fountain along with his coffee.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. A text from James, “Hey Dollface, what do you want for dinner?” He was thoughtful, always planning nice things for her when he knew that she would be too frantic to worry about mundane things, such as food.

“Whatever’s clever babe, surprise me. ;)” She flirted with him a little, maybe he would give her the surprise that she really wanted, some undivided sexual attention, release some of her tension.

“K. See ya at home. XoXo.” They had been in love since the day they met, in college. A party a friend was throwing, to blow off some steam, ended with her sitting with the “geekiest” guy there and talking to him until dawn, when she ended up sharing his bed, for the rest of her life. They were polar opposites. He tall and blonde, pale, the only light that his skin saw was the glare of a monitor; She tiny and dark, bouncy and social where he was reclusive and shy. No one thought it would last, but it did.

Cara didn’t make it all the way to the car, she stopped, throwing herself down on the curb, and undid the buckles on her heels. She padded barefoot the rest of the way, people giving her sidelong glances of disapproval as she made her way along the busy sidewalk. It was steaming in the car, it had been parked in the sun for the afternoon, and she unbuttoned her blouse and turned up the air conditioning. Music blasted from the stereo. She pulled back her hair, put on her sunglasses and turned out into traffic for the long ride home.

“I’m home!” she hollered as she walked in the front door of the apartment, throwing her bag and keys into the wingback chair in the living room, her diabolic shoes on the floor. She walked through to their bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off, tossing it into the hamper and slipping out of her pencil skirt.

“Yes,” he said from the doorway, “I can see that.” She was standing in the middle of the room in only her black bra and panties, and the look in his eyes said that even after being married for many years, he still enjoyed the view of her tight belly, full breasts and plump bottom. He came into the room, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and she melted into his arms.

“Well, hello to you too.” She giggled, pulling away from him and swatting him on the arm. “I need a shower.”

“I’ve got a surprise for you, as requested, when you are done rinsing off your stress.” He grabbed her wrist as she passed him, heading for the respite of a cool shower and pulled her to him, again sealing their mouths in a passionate kiss.

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Going Home

Claire looked over at the couple across from her on the train and smiled. New York was so different from where she was from. It would have been thought scandalous to grope each other as they were doing. Here in the big city it was normal and most people just walked by without a glance. The woman had long blonde hair and was petite. She was sitting on the man’s lap wrapping her hands in his shoulder length hair as he devoured her mouth with his own. She moaned into his mouth as she felt him grip her ass. Claire suddenly realized she had been staring and quickly averted her gaze out the window. There were only 3 days of school left until spring break when she would be going home for the first time since school had started. She was excited and couldn’t wait to get there. She thought of her family back home and smiled. Her brother’s wife had just had their first baby and she couldn’t wait to hold her tight.

Her mind drifted to two other people she had left back home. Two men who had been her best friends and more. She had wanted them both and had even dated them but was never able to choose between them. They were alike in looks but looks alone. Peter was the rough and tough throw you in the hay and make passionate love to you while Jack was the quiet and sensitive type that would pursue you with rose petals first. Both men were absolutely gorgeous through and through. They were both over six feet tall with Peter being slightly taller and both men had bodies that would make any woman drool. Where Peter’s eyes are hazel and look like the sweetest chocolate, Jack’s were green that shone like emeralds. The three had been inseparable when they were growing up and had built many forts together. Everything had changed when they hit junior high though. Claire had grown breasts by then and her hips had rounded out too. She had spent her days in gymnastics and had a body that was now toned and curved in all the right places. She knew she had a nice looking body but wasn’t one to flaunt it.

Things were so different here. She grew up in cutoff jeans and tank tops. In the city people bought jeans with tears in them and wore shirts that barely covered their boobs. She had gone to numerous parties with her roommate and both being from small country towns had been amazed at the difference the city had been. They had giggled and laughed when they saw men running around the yard late at night in not a stitch of clothing and had told each other their stories of the couple of guys they had met and been with. When she had left home she had been a shy naïve girl who liked to be nosy. She was going home with a little more experience and knowledge of the carnal nature. She grinned when she thought of her boys. And that was what they were. Hers! An evil smile crossed her lips when she thought of a story one of the girls had told them.

Rebecca was a sophomore and had told the girls of her experience with two guys at once. Both the girls gasped when she had asked them if they had ever had anal sex before. Both girls had looked at each other and then shook their heads no. She had explained how it was a completely different experience and was something she highly recommended they try. Claire was determined that she would try it this break and with the two men who had been more to her than anyone else.

The subway came to a stop and she looked out the window and stood. She would only have a few blocks to walk before she was back at the dorm. She sighed as she started her walk. She looked around at the people. She had been here for months and the city still amazed her. She loved learning about new people and religions. That was another thing that was so different from back home. There were so many different cultures and religions in the city that it was amazing to hear stories from all of them. She smiled at two guys who walked by her. They had their arms around each other and one was whispering in the other’s ear. She chuckled when she saw the other lightly pat the other’s hand before leaning over and pecking him on the lips. The difference in life here was amazing and she realized that she had been a little sheltered in her life back in the country.

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Watching A Stranger

Іt hарреnеd оvеr eight уеаrs аgо…І hаd соmрlеtеd а suссеssful busіnеss trір іn Frаnсе аnd hаd rеwаrdеd mуsеlf wіth а brіеf vасаtіоn tо Grеесе. Аftеr sреndіng а fеw dауs vіsіtіng thе рорulаr tоurіst sіtеs, І аrrаngеd tо соmрlеtе mу vасаtіоn аt а smаll rеsоrt.

Тhе rеsоrt wаs соnstruсtеd sо thаt sеvеrаl smаll vіllаs surrоundеd аn оаsіs stуlеd раtіо аrеа іn thе сеntеr оf whісh wаs а lаrgе swіmmіng рооl. Тhеrе wаs а dіvіng bоаrd аt оnе еnd оf thе рооl аnd а smаll, уеt nоіsу wаtеrfаll аt thе оthеr. Раlms аnd lоw shrubs surrоundеd thе раtіо, wіth thе tурісаl рооl furnіturе sрrеаd аrоund thе аrеа.

Unіquе hоwеvеr wаs thаt thе рооl dесk wаs соnstruсtеd іn аn іrrеgulаr shаре thаt іnсludеd smаll, sесludеd аrеаs whеrе оnе соuld sіt аnd sее thе рооl wіthоut nесеssаrіlу bеіng sееn. Іnіtіаllу, І wаs сurіоus аs tо whу thе рооl dесk wаs dеsіgnеd іn suсh а fаshіоn, but sооn dіsсоvеrеd thаt mаnу оf thе wоmеn аt thе rеsоrt рrеfеrrеd tо sunbаthе tорlеss оr nudе аnd thеsе nооks рrоvіdеd а mоdісum оf sесlusіоn fоr thоsе whо рrеfеrrеd nоt tо соmрlеtеlу ехроsе thеmsеlvеs іn рublіс.

Аt thе sаmе tіmе, оthеr wоmеn, раrtісulаrlу thе уоung аnd wеll-еndоwеd lаdіеs, bаrеd thеіr bоdіеs аll аrоund thе рооlsіdе. І quісklу dіsсоvеrеd thаt thеsе smаll hіdіng рlасеs аlsо рrоvіdеd thе vоуеur а реrfесt vаntаgе роіnt frоm whісh tо оbsеrvе thоsе whо сhоsе tо gо tорlеss. Аs а rеsult, frоm thе fіrst dау І usеd thіs vаntаgе роіnt tо surrерtіtіоuslу рhоtоgrарh mаnу оf thе wоmеn whо сhоsе tо gо tорlеss оr nudе.

Durіng mу fіrst dау аt thе rеsоrt, І nоtісеd оnе уоung wоmаn whо іntrіguеd mе mоrе thаn аnу оthеr. Ѕhе wаs wіth frіеnds, уеt sреnt mоst оf hеr tіmе аlоnе. Ву еаvеsdrорріng оn thеіr соnvеrsаtіоns, І muddlеd thrоugh thе rаріdlу sроkеn Grееk аnd lеаrnеd thrоugh а рrосеss оf еlіmіnаtіоn thаt hеr nаmе wаs ‘Еlеnі.’

Еlеnі соuld оnlу bе dеsсrіbеd аs а сlаssіс Grесіаn bеаutу. Тhе fіrst іmрrеssіоn оnе gеts uроn sееіng hеr іs thаt shе іs slіghtlу tаllеr thаn аvеrаgе…реrhарs 5’8′. Wіth hеr hеіght соmеs mаgnіfісеnt lоng lеgs wіth fіnеlу musсlеd thіghs аnd bеаutіfullу shареd саlvеs…. Тhе tор оf hеr thіghs rоund іntо thе mоst іnсrеdіblу fоrmеd hірs ассеntеd bу thе реrfесtlу rоund рrоtubеrаnсе оf hеr аssсhееks…. Неr wаіst іs nаrrоw аnd slееk wіth а fіnеlу tоnеd musсulаturе аnd thеn brоаdеns іntо а rіbсаgе tорреd wіth thе mоst mаgnіfісеnt brеаsts оnе соuld іmаgіnе. Неr shоuldеrs аrе аthlеtіс аnd hеr fасе сlаssісаllу bеаutіful wіth rісh full lірs, dаrk еуеs, аnd lоng сhеstnut brоwn hаіr. Неr skіn, brоwn frоm ехроsurе tо thе sun, іs flаwlеss аnd thе fасt thаt nо mаttеr whаt tуре оf bаthіng suіt shе wоrе, thеrе wеrе nо tаns lіnеs іndісаtеd thаt shе оftеn sunbаthеd nudе.

Еlеnі sреnt а grеаt dеаl оf tіmе sunbаthіng, wеаrіng sеvеrаl dіffеrеnt bіkіnіs, but muсh tо mу frustrаtіоn, nеvеr оnсе lооsеnеd а tор, muсh lеss unсоvеrіng hеr tіts. Fоr twо dауs І wаtсhеd hеr сlоsеlу, уеt nеvеr gоt thе орроrtunіtу tо vіеw mоrе thаn whаt hеr bіkіnі lеft unсоvеrеd. Тhіs аll сhаngеd оn thе mоrnіng оf thе thіrd dау.

Оn mу thіrd mоrnіng аt thе rеsоrt, І аrоsе еаrlіеr thаn usuаl, hаd mу соffее, grаbbеd mу саmеrа, sеvеrаl саnіstеrs оf fіlm аnd fаvоrіtе zооm lеns аnd wеnt tо mу fаvоrіtе сhаіr іn а sесludеd аrеа оf thе рооl dесk іmmеdіаtеlу bеhіnd thе dіvіng bоаrd. Іt wаsn’t untіl І hаd sаt fоr а fеw mіnutеs thаt І nоtісеd thrее tоur busеs раrkеd аt thе сurb оf thе rеsоrt еntrаnсе аnd wаtсhеd іn frustrаtіоn аs thе mајоrіtу оf thе реорlе whо hаd bееn stауіng аt thе rеsоrt lоаdеd thеіr bаgs оn thе bus аnd dераrtеd fоr оthеr lосаtіоns.

Аs оnе оf thе саrеtаkеrs wаlkеd асrоss thе рооl dесk, І іnquіrеd аs tо whеthеr еvеrуоnе wаs lеаvіng аnd hе nоddеd, ехрlаіnіng іn sоmеwhаt brоkеn Еnglіsh thаt tоurs аrе sсhеdulеd іn аnd оut оn а rеgulаr bаsіs аnd thаt tурісаllу, thе rеsоrt еmрtіеd аll аt оnсе, аnd thеn rеfіllеd whеn thе nехt grоuр аrrіvеd. Ніs ехрlаnаtіоn lеft mе wіth lіttlе dоubt thаt sіnсе І wаs nоt оn а расkаgеd tоur, І wаs рrоbаblу thе оnlу реrsоn іn thе rеsоrt.

Frustrаtеd, І hаd nо сhоісе but tо sіt аnd wаtсh аs thе busеs рullеd аwау, lеаvіng оnlу dіеsеl fumеs іn thеіr wаkе. Тhеn І sаw hеr…Еlеnі…Ѕhе hаd bееn stаndіng bеsіdе оnе оf thе busеs wаvіng tо whаt wаs nоw сlеаr tо mе hеr frіеnds whо wеrе lеаvіng оn оnе оf thе busеs. Ѕhе hаd turnеd аnd, саrrуіng а tоwеl, stаrtеd wаlkіng tоwаrd thе рооl аrеа.

Му hеаrt stаrtеd роundіng аs І sаw thаt shе wаs wеаrіng а whіtе tее аnd а bіkіnі bоttоm. Аs shе drеw сlоsеr, І соuld dіsсеrn thе dаrk brоwn оutlіnе оf hеr аurеоlеs іn thе сеntеr оf whісh рrоtrudеd twо vеrу еrесt nipples. Тhе thumb sіzеd bumрs thеу fоrmеd іn hеr tее wеrе unmіstаkаblе… Ѕhе wаs nudе undеr thе tее.

Ѕhе strоllеd wіth fluіd mоvеmеnts асrоss thе рооl dесk аnd sаt оn а сhаіsе рlасеd rіght bеsіdе thе dіvіng bоаrd. Аlthоugh shе fасеd mе, І wаs hіddеn bеhіnd thе lоw vеgеtаtіоn аnd shе gаvе nо іndісаtіоn оf bеіng аwаrе оf mу рrеsеnсе. Аftеr sіttіng fоr а fеw mіnutеs shе lооkеd аbоut, аnd арраrеntlу sаtіsfіеd thаt thеrе wаs nо оnе еlsе аbоut, shе slоwlу grаsреd thе hеm оf hеr tее аnd rаіsіng hеr аrms оvеr hеr hеаd, рullеd іt оff.

Тhе nоіsе frоm thе wаtеrfаll mаskеd thе whіrrіng оf thе mоtоr drіvе оn mу Νіkоn аs І fіrеd frаmе аftеr frаmе, саtсhіng thе sіght оf hеr rоund, fіrm brеаsts аs thеу еmеrgеd frоm undеrnеаth thе соttоn tее…Неr nіррlеs, stаndіng rіgіd оn thе еnd оf hеr tіts, саught оn thе hеm оf thе tее thеn rеlеаsеd аs shе rаіsеd thе shіrt, саusіng hеr brеаsts tо rіsе аnd thеn drор аnd bоunсе fіrmlу іn рlасе. Ѕhе рullеd thе tее оvеr hеr hеаd thеn shооk hеr lоng dаrk hаіr bасk іntо рlасе, саusіng hеr tіts tо swау sіdе tо sіdе…Ѕhе sіghеd аs іf іn rеlіеf tо bе rіd оf thе tее аnd strоkеd hеr hаnds uр hеr rіb саgе, сuрріng hеr brеаsts аnd slоwlу mаssаgіng thеm аs hеr еуеs сlоsеd wіth thе рlеаsurе оf thе sеnsаtіоn. Неr full lірs slіghtlу ореn аs іf thе fіrst vеstіgеs оf раssіоn wеrе mаkіng thеmsеlvеs fеlt іn hеr nubіlе bоdу.

Аs shе bеnt tо sрrеаd hеr tоwеl, hеr brеаst hung іn а mаgnіfісеnt dіsрlау оf рulсhrіtudе swауіng slіghtlу wіth hеr mоvеmеnts, thе nіррlеs full, rіре, аnd hаrd…Раusіng bеnt оvеr, shе аgаіn lіftеd hеr hаnds tо hеr brеаsts, lіghtlу ріnсhіng thе hаrd buds оf hеr tіts аnd gаsріng аt thе sеnsаtіоn. Аs shе rесlіnеd оn hеr bасk, І rushеd tо сhаngе fіlm саrtrіdgеs аnd rеsumеd shооtіng wіth оnlу а fеw sесоnds lоst.

Тhе асtіоn slоwеd аs Еlеnі lау quіеtlу оn hеr bасk, оnе hаnd dаnglіng іn thе wаtеr оf thе рооl, thе оthеr оссаsіоnаllу rоаmіng аbоut hеr uрреr bоdу. Еvеn оn hеr bасk, hеr brеаsts lау fіrm оn hеr rіbсаgе, nіррlеs роіntеd tо thе hеаt оf thе sun. Ѕhе lау іn thаt роsіtіоn fоr реrhарs 5 mіnutеs, mоvіng lіttlе оthеr thаn tо оссаsіоnаllу sрlаsh wаtеr оvеr hеr bоdу tо сооl hеrsеlf, еасh tіmе саusіng hеr nіррlеs tо hаrdеn аnd rіsе оff hеr tіts.

Тhеn јust аs І bеgаn tо thіnk thеrе wоuld lіttlе еlsе tо sее, shе sаt uр аnd lооkеd аbоut аs іf rеаssurіng hеrsеlf thаt thеrе wаs nо оnе еlsе аrоund…. Тhеn stаndіng, shе mоvеd hеr tоwеl tо thе dіvіng bоаrd аnd аftеr sрrеаdіng іt оn thе bоаrd, аgаіn lау dоwn оn hеr bасk wіth hеr hеаd аt thе еnd оf thе bоаrd оvеr thе wаtеr аnd hеr fееt fасіng whеrе І wаs hіddеn. Аgаіn, thеrе wаs lіttlе tо sее оthеr thаn thе оссаsіоnаl smооthіng оf hеr skіn wіth hеr hаnd.

Frustrаtеd, І соnsіdеrеd lеаvіng, but јust аs І stаrtеd tо stаnd аnd wаlk аwау, Еlеnі rаіsеd uр оn hеr еlbоws аnd lооkеd аbоut оnсе аgаіn…Тhеn арраrеntlу sаtіsfіеd thаt thе rеsоrt wаs dеsеrtеd, shе lаіd bасk, hооkеd hеr thumbs іntо thе wаіstbаnd оf hеr bіkіnі bоttоm аnd lіftіng hеr hірs оff thе dіvіng bоаrd, bеgаn tо рееl thе bоttоm dоwn hеr lеgs.

Оnсе shе hаd thеm аt hеr knееs І wаs stunnеd аs І fосusеd thrоugh mу vіеwfіndеr аnd sаw hеr rаіsе hеr fееt оvеrhеаd, rеvеаlіng thе mаgnіfісеnt соntоurs оf hеr bаrе hірs аnd thіghs. Рееріng frоm bеtwееn hеr аssсhееks wаs thе сrіnklеd brоwn rоsе оf hеr аnus аnd аbоvе thаt thе full shаvеd lірs оf hеr рussу. Ѕhе rеасhеd tо slір thе bіkіnі оff оnе lеg аnd аs shе drорреd thаt lеg shе ехtеndеd tо оthеr sо thаt thе реасh оf hеr рussу sрrеаd еvеr sо slіghtlу, rеvеаlіng thе ріnk еdgеs оf hеr іnnеr рussу lірs sоftlу еnfоldеd bу thе роut оf thе mаgnіfісеntlу full оutеr lірs.

Аgаіn І fumblеd tо сhаngе fіlm саrtrіdgеs аs shе sеttlеd fоr а mоmеnt оnlу tо stаrt fіrіng frаmе аftеr frаmе аs shе strеtсhеd hеr lеgs, аltеrnаtеlу sрrеаdіng аnd flехіng thеm…Оnсе оr twісе hеr fіngеrs trасеd раttеrns асrоss hеr stоmасh аnd bеtwееn hеr lеgs, lіghtlу strоkіng thе рuffу оutеr lірs аnd surrерtіtіоuslу slірріng bеtwееn thе uрреr роrtіоn оf hеr іnnеr lірs tо strоkе thе nоw vіsіblе bud оf hеr сlіt…. Неr nіррlеs stооd hаrd аs реbblеs оn hеr tіts аs hеr fіngеrs mоvеd fаstеr аnd wіth grеаtеr рurроsе bеtwееn thе nоw slісk аnd shіnу lірs оf hеr рussу…Наvіng lоst аll іnhіbіtіоn, shе аllоwеd hеr knееs tо sераrаtе аnd fаll tо thе sіdе, аffоrdіng mе unfеttеrеd vіеw оf hеr рussу…Ѕhе wаs shаvеd сlеаn ехсерt fоr а tіnу nаrrоw раtсh оf dаrk hаіr јust аbоvе thе bеgіnnіng оf hеr slіt…

Неr fіngеrs dаllіеd іn thіs lіttlе раtсh аs shе mоvеd hеr hаnds оvеr, аrоund, аnd іntо thе nоw rеddеnеd аnd fullу еngоrgеd lірs оf hеr wіdеsрrеаd рussу…Оthеr thаn аn оссаsіоnаl ріnсh оf hеr nіррlеs, Еlеnі nоw fосusеd оn hеr gоаl оf оrgаsm, strоkіng аrоund, thеn rоllіng hеr fіngеrs оvеr thе brіght rеd nub оf hеr сlіt untіl fіnаllу, shе gаsреd, аnd bіt оnе hаnd tо mufflеd thе mоаns оf рlеаsurе аs thе оthеr hаnd рlungеd іn аnd оut оf hеr nоw drірріng рussу…

Аrсhіng hеr bасk, shе rаіsеd hеr аss оff thе surfасе оf thе dіvіng bоаrd, hеr hірs hunсhіng аnd vіbrаtіng іn оrgіаstіс sраsms оf рlеаsurе…Тhе оrgаsm wаs аn іntеnsе оnе аnd wаs slоw tо subsіdе…Fіnаllу, Еlеnі’s hаnds fеll frоm hеr bоdу, hеr bаrе fееt sеttlеd оn thе surfасе оf thе раtіо аnd shе lау рrоstrаtе оn thе bоаrd wіth hеr аrms dаnglіng, hеr lеgs wіdеsрrеаd аnd hеr tіts rіsіng аnd fаllіng wіth еасh rаttlіng brеаth оf sреnt раssіоn. Неr рussу wаs glеаmіng іn thе sun аs thе еvіdеnсе оf hеr раssіоn drірреd bеtwееn hеr lеgs аnd оntо thе dіvіng bоаrd.

І wіsh І соuld tеll уоu thаt lаtеr thаt dау wе mеt, hаd dіnnеr, аnd sреnt thе еvеnіng іn rереаtеd оrgаsm аs wе fеll іn lоvе аnd lіvеd hарріlу еvеr аftеr. Вut thаt wаs nоt thе саsе. Ѕооn аftеr hеr оrgаsm, Еlеnі sееmеd tо соmе tо hеr sеnsеs…Ѕhе quісklу рut оn hеr bіkіnі bоttоm аnd tее аnd hurrіеdlу wаlkеd асrоss thе рооl dесk аnd іntо hеr vіllа. Аftеr wаіtіng fоr mу еrесtіоn tо subsіdе еnоugh tо bе hіddеn bу thе lооsе fоlds оf mу bаthіng suіt, І gаthеrеd mу саmеrа аnd fіlm саnіstеrs аnd rеtrеаtеd tо mу vіllа.

І mеt hеr fасе tо fасе lаtеr thе nехt dау аs wе bоth сhесkеd оut оf thе rеsоrt…Ѕhе gаvе nо іndісаtіоn thаt shе wаs еvеr аwаrе оf mу рrеsеnсе аt thе rеsоrt, muсh lеss аt рооlsіdе thе рrеvіоus mоrnіng.

Ѕо аll І hаvе іs 108 vіvіd соlоr рrіnts оf а Grесіаn bеаutу nаmеd Еlеnі unknоwіnglу dіsрlауіng hеr іnсrеdіblе bоdу аnd mоst sесrеt оf рlасеs аnd еmоtіоns tо аn еvеr-аррrесіаtіvе vоуеur.

Elena

A bead of sweat trickled between her shoulder blades and down the small of her back. Her breath came quickly, in rhythm with her powerful body. Her muscles flexed and released as she moved her body to a familiar beat. Her heart pounded in her chest, matching pace with her shoes on the pavement.

Elena loved to run, especially on a day like today. It was hot, the sun high and bright in the sky, warming the skin of her shoulders and arms, her fists clenched as she pushes her lithe body even harder. There was very little breeze today. Didn’t matter, she could make her own wind to blow through her hair, by moving faster.

She was flying. Her body strong and fierce, glistening with sweat and singing from exertion. Yes, Elena loved to run.

Farther down the path, she knew of a spot where she could rest and dip her hands and face in a small creek hidden in the brush to cool herself. The running trail didn’t go that way, but if you knew where to look, you could see the footsteps of others seeking respite from the sun in the trampled grass and broken branches. She slowed and parted the overgrowth to duck beneath it and onto the secluded path.

The air was thicker here, moist and heavy. It was dark, the light blocked by the thick overgrowth. The branches caught in her long hair as she passed, though it was tied tightly behind her head. The thorns in the brush clutched at her, snagging her clothes as she passed. She fought her way through the thicket, dreaming of the cool water on her heated skin.

Ahead of her, the path was blocked by an apple tree, heavy with small, white, sweet-smelling flowers, where it had grown to cross the trail. She reached out before her and gently pushed the branch from before her eyes.

The sun was sparkling off the water of the little creek, the foliage of the hidden place green and alive. There were tiny insects hovering on the water, enjoying the lazy glide of the summer day. The air smelled of honeysuckle, warm and sweet, and the cool mossy place in between the rocks.

Perched among the rocks, squatting in a pool of sunshine, was a woman.

Her skin was rich amber, warmed and freckled by the midday sun slanting through the trees. She was nude, her legs bent beneath her like a fawn, splashing her delicate hands in the shallow water. She rested on her full hips, the slope of her back curling into a round bottom crowned by twin dimples in her flesh. She turned to Elena, her eyes filled with mischievous glee, and smiled.

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Beyond Purity

Sarah Parks’s life had always been planned out by her father since she was a little girl, probably even before she was born. Living with a conservative father who wanted to protect his young daughter by giving her what he had thought was best for her, he raised her under the strict religious views that he was brought up in as well. Yet, Sarah still had a rebellious nature that just couldn’t be quelled, which her father blamed on her late mother. He was terrified that when she went off to college it would turn her into the girl that he never wanted her to be that was distracted by boys or sex and evidently ruin her chance to become something great in the world. The only way she could convince her father to let her go off to college was if she joined the purity club led by a girl named Becky Rodgers; a self-righteous woman who rigorously enforced all club rules to the fullest extent.

Sarah tucked a piece of her dark brown hair behind her ear as she held her notebooks close to her body walking down the hallway to the purity club’s meeting room. She was never a fan of these meetings, but she would do just about anything to please her father’s wishes without any problems. Her fair skinned cheeks blushed as she passed the boys in the hallway who gave her questioning stares coming up to the door. She would always keep her eyes away from them, but she could still feel all their eyes on her whenever she strolled by. It wasn’t exactly an issue for her, but she always wondered what those stares meant and whether or not they were for good intentions or bad. Knowing she couldn’t ask the club’s leader about those matters, she kept her wonders locked away inside her mind, safe from anyone else finding out.

Usually, she was the first one to all the meetings, even beating Becky Rodgers by a few minutes each time. Sarah admired Becky’s perseverance and willingness to comply by the views of the club even at the age of twenty-one, ignoring all the peer pressure that she was “too old to still be a virgin”. Sometimes Sarah wished she could be more like Becky because then she could definitely be the daughter her father had always wanted, but she knew she wasn’t built for the rabid obedience he had planned out for her. It was true she was a virgin and wasn’t interested in giving that away to any guys as of yet, but some of her thoughts lead her to believe that it wasn’t such a bad thing to wonder about boys once in a while.

Becky walked in the room, looking primped and as fresh as always in her white blouse and pastel pink skirt, with the poised posture that stole the attention of whoever came in contact with her. With a creamy complexion and sparkling blue eyes, she never had a problem having all eyes on her, even though she could care less if they were from boys. Sarah knew it was wrong to be jealous of Becky’s beauty because jealousy itself was a sin, but she couldn’t help but wish she could capture everyone the way Becky did without even trying. She watched as Sarah set up her desk before the meeting started, her soft lips glistening with the softest hint of lip gloss. That was another thing that Becky did that other girls hated; she would wear natural makeup that enhanced her beauty in a respectable way, but it still looked better than the other girls who tried to copy her look.

“I’m glad you’re always here early, Sarah.” Becky used her authoritative voice as she stared at Sarah with a stern look that intimidated, yet amazed Sarah. “My father told me we’ll be getting a new member today. His name is Josh Marsden and I want you to make sure he feels welcomed, okay?”

“Of course!” Sarah couldn’t help but feel a little bit of excitement in the fact that a boy would be joining because the club consisted of only females. Becky immediately shot her judgmental look over at Sarah, so she covered up her excitement by saying, “It’s nice to see that guys are finally realizing the ways of the Lord.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” A faint smile spread across Becky’s face as she went back to setting up for the lesson she had planned for the day. “I have a few ideas for an awareness event that I want to go over with you when you have some free time.”

Sarah acknowledged her, but her mind was wrapped around who the boy was that was going to join today. She was sure that most of the boys she’d come in contact with on campus were already having sex or seriously considering giving it up to the first lucky candidate. It was possible there were boys, who still were, but with how commonly and easily sex came up in a conversation even during classes; she was beginning to lose all hope in finding a good guy. At least now, there was another reason for coming to the meetings other than earning her father’s approval. She’d keep her thoughts tucked away inside herself; though she was sure Becky had some kind of mind reading ability she hadn’t told anyone about.

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Breaking Talons

Sandi Cartwright knew she was the best person for the job since no one else was able to get the necessary information out of any of the criminals in question. Interrogations were her specialty and she had no issue as to what methods she had to use, even if they were occasionally unorthodox, because she always got them to give her what she needed. Rising quickly through the ranks of the FBI and intending to do so until she reaches director one day, she was willing to make sacrifices and her body was one of them. No one ever questioned her choices, but that was mainly because all they cared about was the fact that her interrogations always ended in a deliverance of either a confession or the lead to who actually was the culprit of the crime. She was praised endlessly for her cunning stealth to get the job done, but she never allowed her overly-confident pride to interfere with her job.

She was awoken from an emergency message on her beeper from her partner, Daniel Rowland, claiming that there was a new case that she had been specifically requested for by the Head of Operations himself. Sighing heavily, trying to pull herself into her professional state of mind she carried while at work, she told him she would be at the office within the hour. Daniel gave their boss the confirmation of Sandi’s arrival and then immediately hung up with her. Sarah placed her phone on the table and sleepily walked towards her bathroom to begin her normal routine before going to work. Fresh out the shower, she finished up by primping her face with the natural makeup she usually did and tied her black hair into a perfect high bun, keeping all fly-aways down with hairspray or bobby pins.

Getting dressed was the easiest and quickest part of her routine because all of her suits were pressed to perfection hanging in her closet. There were slight differences in each one, but all of them were the same navy blue color because she loved the way it complimented her stormy blue eyes. Obsessed with organization, everything had a place and every place had a reason in her closet, so she could easily pull out her outfits day by day. Heels were her ideal choice of footwear when wearing a skirt suit, so she slid her foot into the brand new pair of black wedges that she had bought just a few days before. She flattened her skirt against her legs, smoothing out any wrinkles if there were any, and then walked over to the floor length mirror to see herself in full.

Satisfied with her attire, she grabbed her black trench coat from the coat rack next to her bedroom door and headed out of her house within minutes. Upon locking her door and walking to her car, she could see the sun rising in the distance, signaling that the day was just about to begin for her. Sandi took the freeway, knowing the fastest way to get to work and pulled into the parking lot in record time. She flashed the parking attendant her job ID and proceeded into the building, coming face to face with Daniel who was awaiting her arrival in the lobby. “You got here fast. I made you a cup of coffee just the way you like it.”

She smiled at Daniel warmly and accepted the coffee, taking a sip of the caramel latte warming her fingers. “You never fail to get me my morning dose of caffeine ever since that one day back at the Academy.”

Daniel pressed the button to call for the elevator and chuckled as the doors opened for them to walk in. “Yeah, well I learned my lesson to not talk to you unless you have some caffeine in your system first.”

Laughing, she gently touched his arm and sighed. “I’d like to think I am quite different now, Daniel. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“You still have your days.” Eric laughed as Sandi pretended to be appalled by his confession, but as soon as the elevator rang for their floor, her facial expression changed. “I can see you got your game face on.”

Sandi carried an air of professionalism as she walked through the office, causing all eyes to be on her every time she passed by, but she never paid much attention to them anyway. Once she stepped foot into the office, her full focus was on her work and nothing more. As soon as they turned the corner to reach the interrogation room, the Head of Operations stopped them. “Ah, I’m glad you could come on such short notice, Agent Cartwright. I was trying my best to keep you out of this one to give you a break for a few days after your last case, but sadly, it seems like you are the only one who can get me the information I need.”

Sandi had to keep the cocky smile from surfacing as she responded to him. “It’s quite alright Mr. Sullivan. You know I will never shy away from any favors when they come from you.”

“I really do appreciate your kindness. Now, if you will follow me to the interrogation room, we can discuss this manner in greater detail.”

“As you wish, Sir. After you.” Sandi followed his footsteps as Daniel shadowed behind the both of them and she wondered what kind of criminal she was going to be interrogating. It was common for them to want her to tag along, just to be sure that the criminal complied with their demands, but this time seemed so much more different and it honestly frightened her for a moment. It wasn’t the fact of her thinking she couldn’t get him to talk to her because she knew it wouldn’t be an issue, but it was the fact that he wasn’t in the usual interrogation room. No, they were walking into the farther section of the room where the high profile case criminals were kept. Just how bad was this guy she was going to interrogate?

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Crystal

I took a deep breath and held my head high as I walked up the garden path to the Jones’s front porch.

This is only temporary, I told myself. This is just until you get back on your feet, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.

I raised my hand to the doorbell, and just as I was about to push it, the front door opened. I forced a fake smile onto my face, and drew in a breath to say hello as Mr Jones looked back at me with a critical stare.

“You’re late” he said before I could even utter a greeting. It was true, I was late. I was supposed to be at their house for 7 PM. According to my watch the time was now one minute past. I fought a strong urge to roll my eyes as Mr Jones continued to fix me with his menacing gaze.

How the hell had it all come to this? Three weeks ago I had been a web designer in a large marketing firm in the city. Although my career was only in its infancy, I knew that I was going places! I absolutely loved my job and I took pride in the work I did.

But, when the company suddenly went into liquidation, without any prior warning I was left stranded, without a job. Sure, they’d given me a redundancy package – but that was barely enough to keep me going and as a result I had to take desperate measures. I found myself babysitting for my neighbours!

I was in my late twenties, college educated and with a good few years of commercial experience under my belt. And yet here I was, struggling to make ends meet and taking on a job that would definitely have been more suited to a ditsy high school student.

It wasn’t just the job that made me feel low and substandard. It was the way that Mr Jones had begun to treat me since I had lost my position as a designer.

I could tell that, up until now, Mr Jones had always been jealous of me and my husband Rob. Rob and I earned a decent living, and with our incomes combined we could afford each to run a sports car, take multiple holidays and even have a pool installed in the backyard.

While the Jones’s weren’t exactly poor themselves, they did have two children to look after, and send to a very expensive local private school, so I’m guessing that when it came to disposable income, the Jones’s had none.

Mr Jones would sneer when he saw me pulling out of my driveway, and I have to say that it give me sense of triumph and satisfaction. He wasn’t a pleasant man, and I revelled in the fact that my success had seemed to cause him so much displeasure.

But all that was over now, and the tables had turned. When I lost my job, I lost Rob too. It was without a shadow of a doubt the worst week of my life. Rob had decided that the optimum time to tell me that he’d been having an affair with one of his work colleagues would be the same week that I lost my job. I just couldn’t believe it! A part of me thought the he saw an opportunity to break the devastating news to me when my defences were down, and I wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.

He was right. When he first broke the news to me I didn’t even cry. Under any other circumstances I probably would’ve cried, smashed up the house and broken his nose too! But not then. I just told him to pack up his things and leave.

That left me with a house to pay for, a car to run, bills to pay – and no money to do it with. I suppose that’s why, in a moment of madness, I found myself walking over to the Jones’s house and asking them if they had managed to find a full-time babysitter, like I knew they had been looking for.

The look of triumph and delight in Mr Jones’s eyes as I explained my situation to him and his young wife Lisa was sickening. Lisa, on the other hand, was utterly sympathetic to my situation and offered me some work there and then.

Lisa was over 10 years younger than Mr Jones. They’d only been married a couple of years and a lot of the time I found myself feeling sorry for her. She’d taken on a man in his 40s, who was obviously entering the midlife crisis, and his two children as well. I could tell that the fact that they went out to dinner together twice a week to fancy restaurants did not make up for the fact that they had absolutely nothing in common.

I often found myself wondering why she married him. She was warm, bubbly and carefree. Quite the opposite of Mr Jones. It wasn’t as if she married him for the money or anything, I thought anyway. From our infrequent talks while we were both mowing the lawn or watering the garden, I learned that Lisa had been a photographer before she married Mr Jones. She specialised in weddings mostly, but she told me that every now and again she would get hired to shoot lingerie or swimwear catalogues.

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Candice

There were times in every waitress’ life where they could start telling time by the appearance of regular customers, and, for Leanne, Candice and Heath were that kind of customer. She’d long since become friends with the two, who ate a late dinner at the diner Leanne worked at every Friday night after finishing their own work. She could never quite remember what it was Heath did—something profitable, since he nearly always left her a hefty tip—but she knew Candice was a professional welder.

She knew a lot of things about Candice. Fridays were Leanne’s favorite days, and she often organized her entire weekly schedule around them. Her coworkers loved it; she was willing to trade any day for a Friday, and never took them up for vacation days. They teased her about it, too, but she didn’t pay them too much attention. After all, they all had their own favorite customers. It was just that Candice was especially important to her.

(Oh, and Heath. She always seemed to forget about Heath.)

So, it was perfectly reasonable for her to get worried when she happened to look up at the clock and noticed that it was nearing 10PM—and Candice and Heath were nowhere to be seen. Perfectly reasonable.

At first, she thought the clock had gone wrong again. It was an old thing, with a grimy glass cover and hands that always seemed to get stuck on the six every other week, so it wasn’t the most trustworthy thing. She took out the stool from under the counter and climbed on top of it to inspect the clock, and found it to be ticking away steadily. So, it wasn’t a problem with the clock. They were just late.

It happened—not often, but more than once. There were always good explanations for it, but Leanne couldn’t help but get worried every time it happened. She worried that, while she waited at the diner for them, Candice was in the hospital, badly burned by molten metal, in extreme pain or even… She didn’t want to think about it, but, at such times, it was often all she could think about.

Luckily, there were no other customers, and her only coworker was Greg, the chef, who spent all his free time playing online poker on his phone, so she was able to fret freely and without interruption. She paced throughout the diner, cleaning and re-cleaning the tables until they squeaked and shined, unable to keep still. It was all she could do to keep the idea of a dead Candice off her mind.

The door chimed, and Leanne’s head shot up. There, standing in soaked raincoats, were Candice and Heath, hale and whole. She sighed, relieved. “It’s about time the two of you showed up,” she said.

“It’s all my fault,” Heath said, scooting into one of the booths with Candice. Leanne sat down next to them, her order pad out; it was perfunctory, really, because she already knew what they were going to order. “One of the parents didn’t come by and pick up their kid… It was an absolute mess. The police were called and everything.

Oh, right! Heath was the principal of that fancy private elementary school across town. “Oh, that’s awful,” she said, hoping that her relief didn’t show through her voice. “Poor kid. I hope everything turned out alright.”

“He called me over to keep the kid company while the teachers figured everything out with the police,” Candice said, flipping idly through the menu. “I’ve never played so many games of Hangman in my life.”

“She’s great with kids.” Heath was giving Leanne a look she didn’t quite understand, a sort of weird smile. “And people in general, of course, but especially kids.”

“That’s because I am a kid.” Candice had a sweet laugh, one that made Leanne’s heart miss a few beats. “And, as a kid, I’d like a plate of chocolate chip pancakes for dinner tonight.”

“Do you want Greg to make the whipped cream into a smiley face?” she asked with a grin.

“You know me too well, Lee.”

It was only when Heath coughed loudly that Leanne realized she and Candice had been staring lovingly at each other for probably over two minutes. “And I’ll have the meatloaf, of course,” he said, obviously trying to sound annoyed but unable to keep the weird smile off his face. “With no gravy on the mashed potatoes.”

Leanne quickly dropped off the orders with Greg—who seemed annoyed by it; he must’ve lost some big money—and returned to sit with her friends. Even when they got their food, she continued sitting with Candice, talking animatedly while Heath stuffed his face full of food. She noticed that her hand had, somehow, ended up on Candice’s knee, but didn’t do anything about it. Candice didn’t seem to mind, anyway.

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Libby

Libby closed her crystal blue eyes behind her shades. Her fiery red hair haloed around her face gave her an angelic look. It wasn’t like she needed much help. In addition to her beautiful red hair and startling eyes, she had the perfect pink pouty lips. Statuesque with a tiny waist and a palm full of hips, Libby was one to enchant any who met her. Right now, she had no interest in enchantments. After a strenuous work week, she was happy for her mini vacation and was only interested in the warm sunlight grazing over her body. She wasn’t oblivious to the few curious strangers that seemed to hover too close or stare as they walked past. Instead, she tuned them out. Until the perfume, the sweet floral scent slipped past her defenses and into her bloodstream. Libby swallowed hard, and then inhaled deeply. She was trying to get a sense of direction. Who among the crowded beach could be calling out to her libido?

Libby lifted her shades. She scanned the beach in the direction of the scent. Across the crowd, her eyes locked with a pretty petite brunette. The buxom beauty was wearing a white bikini and already had a nice golden tan. It was obvious that she was a vacationer. She couldn’t be from around here. Libby smiled engagingly. The brunette smiled back before laying back on her towel to catch some sun herself. A few curious glances later and Libby made her move.

Libby picked up her seat and moved it closer to the brunette. They made easy conversation. Her name was Amber. She was only in town for vacation and was renting a beach house a little further up. She invited Libby to a bonfire; she and some of her friends were having later on tonight. The group sounded fun. Since Libby didn’t have any other plans, she decided to go for it. She wasn’t sure whether or not Amber could sense her attraction. It almost didn’t matter. Maybe tonight they’d get the opportunity.

The bonfire ran late into the night. Amber and Libby got on famously. The subtle glances and touches assured Libby that Amber was indeed feeling what she was feeling. It would seem not everyone in the party was aware of Amber’s attraction. Particularly one Joe who made every attempt to get Amber to come home with him. After a few graceful declines he left, but not before taking a few parting shots. Slowly, the party dwindled until only Libby and Amber were left. Suddenly, Amber seemed shy. It was obvious their attraction was mutual and that Libby was open to whatever would come, but that wasn’t enough. She wasn’t sure how to approach her. To what extent would Libby be comfortable? What was intrusive? They’d only known each other today and having no background Amber wasn’t sure how to proceed.

Libby sensed Amber’s hesitation. She wanted to make her comfortable and to let her know she felt the same way. Libby leaned in slowly and kissed Amber’s mouth softly. Amber’s hazel eyes fluttered closed. There was no turning back. There was no need to. This was what they both wanted. The bonfire flickered behind them, casting a warm glow on their golden skin. There was nothing but cool water in front of them. Sand beneath them and the distant roar of traffic past the beach houses. They could go inside. They could slip from view and into the privacy of Amber’s home, but why? Everything they wanted for the moment was right here. Amber wrapped her arms around Libby’s neck. She presented her mouth again. This kiss… was one of insistence and promise.

Libby palmed the soft rounds of Amber’s C-cup breast. She squeezed them slightly causing Amber to moan in pleasure. Amber return the favor by gripping the sweet flesh of Libby’s round ass. The simple movement pushed Libby’s pelvis deeper into hers. They ground their hips into each other. The heat of their bodies rose like smoke around them. Suddenly, the bikini and shorts Libby had worn to the party were too much. Amber had opted for a sarong over her bikini and the same still rang true. It was Libby who started to undress first. Amber enjoyed the show of Libby pushing the denim down her long legs for a moment. Then, her own slender fingers went to the tie of her sarong and pulled it loose.

Libby stared at the butter soft flesh of Amber. Her smooth bare belly beckoned like an oasis in the desert. The rise and fall of Amber’s chest made Libby long to live in the valley of her breast. She kissed Amber’s neck. Hot kisses that trailed from the gentle slope of Amber’s shoulders down to her cleavage. Amber moaned softly. She pushed her fingers through Libby’s fiery tresses. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on Libby’s warm, moist mouth trailing her body. Libby untied her bikini top, and then did the same to Amber. Amber’s tiny pink nipples were in direct contrast to Libby’s large brown ones. Libby licked her lips and leaned in. She took one delicate nipple into her mouth and teased it between her teeth. Amber squirmed beneath her. She moaned as Libby flickered her heavy tongue against the sensitive bud. It would grow to hardness under the sweet persuasion of Libby’s mouth. There was nothing to hold them back.

Libby sucked Amber’s nipples intently. She licked the faint scent of Lavender lifting from Amber’s skin and the way Amber whimpered in submission. Amber’s hands were shaking as she stroked Libby’s back. Her toes curled with pleasure as Libby switched breast. The ocean air was salty and stuck to their skin, but it only heightened their arousal. The smell of desire caught in the wind as it drifted by. Amber fed Libby more of her breast. Her nipples having always been as sensitive as her clit, she couldn’t get enough of Libby’s hot mouth. Libby was happy to oblige.

Libby’s full D-cup breast rubbed against Amber’s flat belly as she sucked. The arousal was mutual. Their supple bodies grazed and teased each of the others. The thrill sent shivers through them both. Her hands grew anxious. Without thinking, Libby pushed her fingers beneath the hem of Amber’s panties. Amber’s clean shaven mound made easy access to her clit. Libby took the trail slowly. Libby closed her eyes and listened for the subtle shifts in Amber’s breath as she got closer to her button. Amber pushed her hips up to speed the process. Libby found her clit and began to rub. Amber‘s moans grew heavy with desire. Her body melted in Libby’s hands as her sweet nectar began to run. Libby moaned as well. She loved the sounds of Amber’s enjoyment. She loved the scent of Amber’s body opening.

Amber worked her hips in accord with Libby’s pace. She spread her legs wider and clung to Libby’s back. The feel of Amber’s nails digging into her spine caused Libby’s waters to run. She grew slick with passion as she continued to please Amber. Libby increased her pace against Amber’s clit. She increased her intensity as she sought to bring Amber more pleasure. Amber’s cries of passion grew louder as an orgasm began to build. Her legs trembled as electricity pushed through her veins. The oceans roar drowned her voice, but Libby didn’t miss a whimper.

Libby pulled her fingers from Amber’s clit and pushed inside Amber’s sweet pussy just as the first wave of orgasm came over her. The change pushed Amber’s climax even further. She called out Libby’s name. She trembled and whimpered as each wave took her deeper into the abyss. When the shivering finally stopped, Libby pulled her fingers from Amber’s panties and brought them to her mouth. Slowly, she made a show of cleaning her hand of Amber’s sweet juices. She suckled each finger individually. Her eyes locked on Amber as she did so. Amber swallowed hard. She lifted her hips and pushed her panties down. Libby stepped back so she could completely remove them. Sliding to the edge of the beach recliner, she pulled Libby to her and removed her panties as well. With Libby in front of her, Amber nuzzled her face against Libby’s mound. There was only the slightest amount of hair there in a decorative design. Amber found it sexy. She found the scent of Libby even sexier.

Amber stuck out her tongue. Libby spread her legs. The pink tool teased the swollen flesh of Libby’s pink pussy. Amber moaned as she got her first taste of Libby’s body. She pushed her tongue between the slick folds and coated it in Libby’s juices. Libby moaned. She felt wobbly on her feet from Amber’s warm breath and mouth. Amber moaned as she tasted Libby. She suckled Libby’s clit and was rewarded with a deep gasp of breath. Libby braced herself on Amber’s shoulders. She held her tightly, trying to remain standing as the woman explored her body. The angle was proving itself a hindrance. Amber grew frustrated when she couldn’t plunge her tongue as deeply inside of Libby.

She leaned back against the chair and beckoned for Libby to straddle her face. Libby reversed herself and straddled Amber backwards. They executed the perfect sixty-nine. While Amber went back to tasting Libby, Libby could taste her as well. The two women gorged themselves on the other, their tongues dipping and tasting their sweet depths. Libby felt wanton with desire. Amber grew more ravenous with each flicker of her tongue. She gripped Libby’s tight ass as she suckled Libby’s clit. Libby clung to Amber’s thighs. Her moans of pleasure were muffled as she lapped hungrily at Amber’s pussy. Her taste was sweet and heady. Libby thought she might drown in the sweetness. Amber was faring no better. She was just as taken with Libby’s hot juices filling her mouth. She slurped as she sucked. She didn’t want to miss a drop of Libby’s cum.

Libby found herself wishing they’d gone inside. There were a few toys she knew they’d have fun with. In the end, it didn’t matter. She was the first of them to break. Her body erupted in a hot river of a climax. Amber moaned as she drank the sweet honey. Libby could hardly do more than cry out. Her toes curled to the point of aching. Her nails dug into Amber’s thighs. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed. She couldn’t breathe for the pleasure washing through her. Still, she needed Amber to join her. Libby found it hard to focus, but in the midst of her climax she returned to pleasuring Amber. Her tongue moved more rapidly than before. Her body still convulsing, she shifted her remaining energy to bringing that same sensation to Amber.

Amber wasn’t far. She loved the rocking of Libby’s body as she succumbed to the orgasms Amber created for her. When Libby took Amber’s clit into her mouth and plunge her fingers inside Amber’s tightness, it was just the push Amber needed. Amber lifted her hips to meet the thrust of Libby’s fingers. Amber gasped for breath. Her skin tingled. Her body felt flushed with adrenaline as she gave into the pleasure she was feeling. The women rocked steady as the ocean pushed against the shore. The sounds of their moaning were lost in the wailing of the sea.

The women would eventually make it inside. There, they would find the toys that Libby had stashed and prolong their evening together. Daybreak would find them, exhausted, completely satiated and filled with endless possibilities.