Rock the Boat by Esaes Peligrosa
Pia had been looking forward to their camping trip all week. She and Luke didn’t get to see very much of each other due to their busy schedules and her duties as a single mom, but hopefully this weekend would be different. Luke was going to accompany her on a youth group camping trip for her son; they would have an entire weekend of fresh air, fun, and hopefully some other f-words. All day on Friday, Pia pushed herself to concentrate on finishing her work. Normally she would have spent enormous amounts of time here and there Michaeling and communicating with her friends from Michael’s official website. Instead she rushed to clear the piles of paper in her inbox, answer colleague’s e-mails, and tick off things on her to-do list. Her diligence paid off, allowing her to complete the most important tasks by 4pm.
‘I guess a little peek at the private messages won’t hurt,’ she convinced herself. Forty-three minutes later, Pia emerged from her trance after viewing three links to MJ goldpants videos sent by her friends in her informal book club on the site. The three videos took almost three quarters of an hour to view because Pia kept rewinding back to the good parts and pausing the video to drool over Michael’s impressive bulge and squirm-inducing gyrations in the fan-made videos. “I can’t believe he’s gone. What a waste. He is so beautiful, and damn that man was blessed!” she said under her breath.
“What’s that Pia? You say something?” asked her supervisor Dave as he passed by her open office door. “Are you feeling okay? You look flushed.” Dave stood staring at the thin line of perspiration that had collected on her upper lip and the redness that crept into her cheeks and around her neckline.
“Huh? Oh, no I’m fine. It’s just a bit warm in here. I finished that report for the office in Maine, and I’m going to send those spreadsheets to Jim in Arizona before I head out,” Pia scrambled to cover her arousal over the Michaelporn. ‘Had Dave heard everything she said? How long had he been standing there?’ Her mind raced with embarrassment. ‘Shit! I gotta get a grip on this obsession of mine. I’m just so damn horny,’ she thought to herself. ‘Luke and I haven’t been able to have sex in three weeks. I hope we can get some time to ourselves over the weekend…’
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Luke helped her carry her son into her mother’s house while she struggled with her sleeping daughter. The children had long since conked out in the car on the way over there after a long evening of running last-minute errands to make sure they had everything they would need for the camping trip. They laid the sleeping children side-by-side in one of the upstairs bedrooms, then Pia went to let her sleeping mother know they made it in okay; Pia’s daughter would be spending the weekend with grandma doing “girl things” while she and her son were on the trip. Luke brought in their overnight bags from the car and asked Pia what to do with them.
“I’m sorry, but my mom is old-fashioned. Honey, you’ll be sleeping in the downstairs bedroom and I’ll be upstairs next to her.”
Luke pulled her in tight to him and nudged neck with his moist lips. She could smell the scent of his sandalwood cologne as the heat from his breath started to fog her brain slightly. “I was kind of hoping we could have some time together tonight. You know it’s been a long time. I missed you…we missed you,” he said as he took her right hand in his left hand and placed it on top of the growing hardness in his jeans.
“Mmmm…I missed you too—both of you,” Pia purred. As she licked her lips, she began to rub the contours of his manhood through the denim fabric. Luke’s breathing began to get harder as he swayed backwards slightly on his heels. She slowly pulled the hem of his shirt up over his belt and her hands began to roam all over his stomach and chest, lightly grazing his hardening nipples before moving back down his sides. Pia loved that Luke kept himself in shape for her; his abs were six-pack abs and his biceps, quads, and glutes were cut to perfection. Her hands made their way to the latter and gave them a squeeze through his jeans. She then trailed her hands back along his leather belt then reached for his belt buckle. She undid the buckle and whippedn the brown leather through his belt loops with one swift yank.
“Hey! You’d better watch it!” warned a startled Luke. “If you don’t watch it and get down to business soon, I’m going to spank you with that.”
“Hmpf!” smirked Pia as she raised an eyebrow. “You promise?” she whispered as she stood on her tip toes to nibble on his left earlobe. She reached down the front of his jeans into his boxer briefs and wrapped her small fingers around “Raj”, Luke’s manhood. Why was it every man seemed to have a silly name for his penis? How narcissistic! Women didn’t name their body parts. Her philosophical musings were soon forgotten because Raj was already standing at attention and peeking out the top of his waist band. “Look who’s ready to come out and play,” she cooed.
“I told you we missed you,” he insisted. Pia said nothing as she encircled Raj and began to run her right hand up and down his shaft. She watched Luke close his eyes and lean his head back as she added her left hand to the rhythm, both hands moving up and down in tandem. As she squeezed a little tighter and gave Raj a hard jerk, Luke let out a low moan.
“Shhh! This mud room is right underneath my mother’s bedroom,” she warned him.
“I can’t help it baby. It just feels so damn good,” he answered. Pia couldn’t help but give a self-satisfied smile in the dark. She knew how to please him every time; when she got to work, Luke was putty in her hands. She jerked again then reached down to caress his testicles causing his breathing to become ragged.
He reached out both hands and began pushing up the bottom of her t-shirt. He pulled the shirt up above her bra then reached around to fumble with the clasp behind her back. Luke only got two hooks undone before impatiently reaching back around the front to pinch her nipples through the fabric. Each pinch sent a jolt of electricity down the front of her body. He used the palms of his hands to gently knead each breast, then leaned forward to trace the top edge of each bra cup with the tip of his tongue. He began to lick each nipple with his tongue before nibbling on it through the satin fabric. He reached out with both hands then lifted each globe out of its restraint and rested it on top of the under wire and fabric. The effect was to offer up each breast to his mouth on a platter; he pulled both her hands out of his pants so he could concentrate and began to feast hungrily on the mounds before him.
Pia looked down at his long curly hair and watched his head move slowly from left to right, then back left again trying to ensure each nipple received equal time. She ran her fingers through his hair then grabbed a handful as he suddenly slipped his left hand inside the waistband of her yoga pants and found inside her panties. His index and middle fingers homed straight in on the center of her pleasure causing her to gasp and pull his hair slightly. “God, you’re so wet!” he exclaimed as he ran his fingers back and forth along her silken labia. He encircled her pearl then moved back down to insert one, then two fingers inside her. He beckoned forward with his two long fingers hitting her spot. Her chest heaved and her mouth flew open in wordless surprise.
Luke grabbed the waistband of her pants and panties and pulled both of them down to her knees all at once. He then reached around and cupped both buttocks then effortlessly lifted her up to sit on top of the washing machine. He finished undressing her lower half then he placed his right hand on her left breast and began to caress it. He lowered his head between her widening legs and started kissing his way up her left leg. His kisses became more insistent; the closer he got to her heat, the more suction he applied until he was leaving a trail of little red marks pointing toward her treasure. He did the same to the right leg as he switched breasts and began to flick her right nipple with his index finger. Pia scooted forward a little bit to try to position herself under his mouth, but he moved away slightly to prolong her agony.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please baby, give me what I want.” Luke smirked and extended the tip of his tongue to taste the nectar that flowed freely from her now. He flattened his tongue and lapped up the length of her outer lips then pointed his tongue to part her inner folds. He slowly moved his tongue up and down several times before concentrating on her clitoris. Her pearl stood at attention begging for the same treatment as the rest of her womanhood. He kissed it, then wrapped his lips around it. Pia groaned loudly, startling him momentarily. He reached up and cupped his right hand over her mouth to try to silence her but had little success. Luke continued his gentle sucking, periodically tilting his head backward slightly pulling on her pearl. Pia groaned louder, locking her thighs on either side of his head. Luke looked around the room and spotted a small basket of socks neatly folded within arms reach. He grabbed a small bundle of what had to be the children’s socks and stuffed them into Pia’s mouth.
He then reached under both her buttocks and scooped her up to meet his tongue. He began flicking his tongue back and forth rapidly causing her to throw her head back and reach out her arms wildly grasping for anything to anchor herself in the storm. Her breathing grew erratic behind the mouthful of fabric as she grabbed his long dark hair and began to tremble. Her shaking grew more and more pronounced; she held her breath for at least a minute before she flooded his face with her sweet nectar. He continued lapping her slowly until she released his locks and collapsed back against the wall onto a folded comforter on top of the washer.
“Damn, that was fantastic,” she panted after spitting out the mouthful of cotton.
“I know,” he shot back cockily.
‘Hmm, I can’t have him thinking he’s got the upper hand here. We’re just going to have to show him who’s boss, now aren’t we?” Pia thought to herself as she slid down off the washer and reached out in front of her. She unzipped his pants and pushed down on the waist band of his boxer briefs. She pulled them all the way down so he was able to step out of them. “You need to be just as naked as I am for this,” she told him as. She squatted down and reached out once more and gripped his still hard manhood. She began to jerk him again slowly with a circular massaging motion. She cupped his testicles in her left hand as her right hand guided his stiff cock up to her waiting mouth. She reached out her tongue to touch the tip then began to lap at the white pre-cum oozing from the head.
“Oooh baby! That feels good,” he rasped.
“I know,” she said haughtily before returning to wrap her soft lips around his sensitive head. She gave a little suck causing his hips to jerk backward involuntarily. ‘We can’t have any of that,’ she thought to herself as she reached around with both hands to grip his buttocks. She ran her hands up and down the back of his sculpted thighs as she took in more and more of his length until finally reaching the base. She first relaxed the muscles in her mouth, then began to gradually apply more suction as she withdrew him slowly. The effect was to apply the maximum amount of pressure just as she reached the head before popping him out. It drove him wild! Pia did this several times, causing Luke’s eyes to roll back into his head. Finally, she gave him three straight sucks up and down before leaving his penis to attend to his testicles. She replaced the warmth of her hand with the fire of her mouth as she sucked first one then the other deep to the back of her throat. She ran her tongue along the fold of skin separating the two orbs then rolled them around on her tongue while attempting to breathe through her nose.
Luke grabbed her shoulders roughly lifting her to a standing position. He reached down into the pocket on the side of his overnight bag and withdrew a familiar gold foil packet. He tore open the Magnum with his teeth and spit out the remnants of the wrapper before hastily rolling the condom onto his painfully throbbing penis. He greedily reached out to fondle her breasts before spinning her around and leaning her over the back of an upholstered chair near the wall. He reached down and ran the fingers of his left hand along her slit. “You’re still dripping wet,” he exclaimed before positioning himself at her entrance. “You’re such a bad girl trying to make me come quickly. I’m going to show you who’s boss.” He gripped her around the waist with both hands then buried himself to the hilt in one thrust.
The action took her breath away as she struggled to adjust her inner walls to the sudden invader. Luke held still for a moment savoring the sudden molten heat; it never ceased to amaze him how tight she was. He began to withdraw slowly holding her by the hips. When he reached the head, he reversed and swiveled his hips to the left on the downstroke. He repeated the action in the opposite direction, then reached around and stroked her clit with her own juices.
“Mmmm….” moaned Pia.
“Shhhh….” He scolded, removing his left hand and placing his fingers in her mouth to silence her. Pia sucked greedily at them. She became lost in the feeling, the smells of clean cotton and fabric softener swirling about her. Through the fog the thought she heard footsteps, but soon became entranced in the smacking and slapping emanating from the union of their bodies. Luke sped up his pumping, his hands roaming hungrily over her back and shoulders. A sharp clacking sound broke through the sex clouded haze in her brain. She knew that sound. That was the ice maker… “Pia? Where are you? Have you gone to sleep?” It was her mother calling her. Luke froze, suddenly aware they weren’t alone downstairs.
“Uh, I’m out here mom, just doing a few last minute things. I’ll be there in a minute,” she stalled. “Quick,” she hissed. “Put on your clothes. Hurry!” Pia quickly pulled on her pants and stuffed her panties into the overnight bag. She kicked her shoes into the corner and smoothed down her disheveled hair before emerging into the kitchen.
“There you are! You really should get some sleep. Where’s your friend? Luther, right?”
“Luke, Mom. He’s probably trying to relax right now,” she smirked. “Mom, we’re headed out before dawn. I don’t want to wake you, so goodnight. Rebekah and Seth are sleeping in the first bedroom. We’ll just leave her in there when we leave. I’m sure she will come into your room as soon as she wakes up in the morning,” Pia said as she gave her mother an air kiss near her cheek.
“Alright. Have a safe trip. We have a fun girl’s weekend planned. I’m going to take her for her first manicure and we’re having high tea!”
“She’ll love it! G’night mom.” Pia waited for her mother to ascend the stairs before giving Luke the all clear to come out into the kitchen. By that time he had managed to stuff his erection back into his pants, but couldn’t zip the zipper all the way.
“Shit that was close! That sure wasn’t the first impression I was hoping to make. I’m glad she didn’t catch us.” He came up and stood perpendicular to Pia’s left hip and lightly rubbed his hardness back and forth across her side.
“Well, we’d better get some rest,” she sang cheerily. “Good night!”
“Wait a minute! What about me? Let’s finish what we started,” pouted Luke.
“What do you mean? I did finish.” She fixed him with an evil leer. The tingling in his balls was accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. Pia left him standing in the kitchen, his manhood as hard and cold as the ice in the fridge.
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Part Two
Over the river and through the woods
Pia quietly told her mother goodbye the next morning at 4am and looked in on her sleeping daughter before accompanying Luke downstairs holding her still sleeping son. They had already packed up the minivan for the two hour trip to the camp grounds. Luke secured Seth in his seatbelt and covered him with a blanket before sliding behind the wheel. Pia loaded the CD changer with HIStory Book I as they pulled out of the driveway and settled in for the long drive. She surreptitiously pulled out her digital keychain to have a quick look at her Michael pics as they merged onto the highway. The first 15 or so pictures on the tiny device held family pictures, pictures of her children designed to fool any casual observer. The other 45 pictures were pictures of Michael Jackson; it was her quick fix when she couldn’t get online for Michaeling.
She must have dozed off while daydreaming about the pictures because the next thing she remembered was the climax of “Earth Song”. Pia sang along with Michael’s impassioned calls as Marco chimed in on the “What about us” responses. She continued to groove through “D.S.” and “Money” before skipping over to “2 Bad”. She loved how Michael got funky on that one. Hell, he was Michael Jackson! He shouldn’t be taking no shit. She noticed Luke kept sneaking side glances at her as she bounced along with the beat.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“No, really, why do you keep looking at me?”
He gave a slight smile as his eyes darted out the side window for a split second. The sunlight shone through his long dark hair giving it a reddish sheen. His long eyelashes brushed his cheeks as he blinked several times; he looked embarassed as he paused for a moment. The dry rural scenery flashed outside the car window. Luke, kept his eyes on the road as he answered, “It’s just that your breasts seem to take on a life of their own when you dance to that song.”
Pia looked down at her bosom softly rising and falling beneath her shrit. “Seriously? All you can think of when you hear that song is my breasts?”
He licked his lips. “Well…you know I didn’t get to finish last night…I miss touching you and being with you,” Luke confessed with a shy smile.
“Hmm, you mean like this?” she said as she cupped both of her breasts and held them up in front of her.
Luke’s eyes grew slightly wider as he stole a glance at her fondling herself. Pia continued to massage her breasts through her shirt as she turned towards her left and raised her left thigh slightly. She teased her nipples through the thin fabric of the red v-neck t-shirt. There was a slight chill in the air outside, but the interior of the vehicle was heated to a comfortable temp. Still, her nipples stood out like erasers as she circled them around and around. She bit her lower lip as she made eye contact with Luke right before he had to swerve to avoid hitting a car merging into their lane.
Luke swallowed hard, “actually, I meant more like this,” he said as he reached over with his right hand. His fingertips slipped into the waistband of her pants and found their way to the elastic of her panties. Pia turned sideways bracing her back on the locked car door and propped her left foot on the side of Luke’s seat. His index and middle fingers stroked back and forth along her smooth skin before stealing their way towards her heat. He started at the top of her Brazilian landing strip and trailed them all the way down past her pearl to dip in her heated pool. He brought his moist fingers back up to draw slow lazy circles around and around. Pia’s head lolled on her shoulders as her chest began to heave. She gripped the head rest and swatted at the dashboard accidentally closing the air vents. Luke continued to draw circles occasionally inserting his fingers and massaging her button with his thumb. Pia forgot to breathe as time attenuated; "HIStory" seemed to last for at least 20 minutes and colors began to flash behind her tightly shut eyelids. She felt the car slow down and make a wide left just as he began to rapidly flick her clitoris back and forth. She gasped for air and reached up for the handle in the ceiling. The car came to a stop as Luke withdrew his fingers.
“Well, we’re here!” he chirped. “Wha-?” Pia’s eyes flew open. “What do you mean? What are you doing? I was almost there.”
“Yes, I know love, but we’re here at the campsite. You don’t mind do you? After all, you did get to finish off last night didn’t you?” he said with a wink before inching the car forward behind the line of pickup trucks and vans entering the park.
"You're kidding right? Shit!" Pia huffed before turning forward and fixing her clothes.
"You know, you taste like carambola," Luke winked again. She fixed him with an evil stare as he licked his fingers and reached up to the visor to retrieve their passes to get into the park.
‘I guess a little peek at the private messages won’t hurt,’ she convinced herself. Forty-three minutes later, Pia emerged from her trance after viewing three links to MJ goldpants videos sent by her friends in her informal book club on the site. The three videos took almost three quarters of an hour to view because Pia kept rewinding back to the good parts and pausing the video to drool over Michael’s impressive bulge and squirm-inducing gyrations in the fan-made videos. “I can’t believe he’s gone. What a waste. He is so beautiful, and damn that man was blessed!” she said under her breath.
“What’s that Pia? You say something?” asked her supervisor Dave as he passed by her open office door. “Are you feeling okay? You look flushed.” Dave stood staring at the thin line of perspiration that had collected on her upper lip and the redness that crept into her cheeks and around her neckline.
“Huh? Oh, no I’m fine. It’s just a bit warm in here. I finished that report for the office in Maine, and I’m going to send those spreadsheets to Jim in Arizona before I head out,” Pia scrambled to cover her arousal over the Michaelporn. ‘Had Dave heard everything she said? How long had he been standing there?’ Her mind raced with embarrassment. ‘Shit! I gotta get a grip on this obsession of mine. I’m just so damn horny,’ she thought to herself. ‘Luke and I haven’t been able to have sex in three weeks. I hope we can get some time to ourselves over the weekend…’
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Luke helped her carry her son into her mother’s house while she struggled with her sleeping daughter. The children had long since conked out in the car on the way over there after a long evening of running last-minute errands to make sure they had everything they would need for the camping trip. They laid the sleeping children side-by-side in one of the upstairs bedrooms, then Pia went to let her sleeping mother know they made it in okay; Pia’s daughter would be spending the weekend with grandma doing “girl things” while she and her son were on the trip. Luke brought in their overnight bags from the car and asked Pia what to do with them.
“I’m sorry, but my mom is old-fashioned. Honey, you’ll be sleeping in the downstairs bedroom and I’ll be upstairs next to her.”
Luke pulled her in tight to him and nudged neck with his moist lips. She could smell the scent of his sandalwood cologne as the heat from his breath started to fog her brain slightly. “I was kind of hoping we could have some time together tonight. You know it’s been a long time. I missed you…we missed you,” he said as he took her right hand in his left hand and placed it on top of the growing hardness in his jeans.
“Mmmm…I missed you too—both of you,” Pia purred. As she licked her lips, she began to rub the contours of his manhood through the denim fabric. Luke’s breathing began to get harder as he swayed backwards slightly on his heels. She slowly pulled the hem of his shirt up over his belt and her hands began to roam all over his stomach and chest, lightly grazing his hardening nipples before moving back down his sides. Pia loved that Luke kept himself in shape for her; his abs were six-pack abs and his biceps, quads, and glutes were cut to perfection. Her hands made their way to the latter and gave them a squeeze through his jeans. She then trailed her hands back along his leather belt then reached for his belt buckle. She undid the buckle and whippedn the brown leather through his belt loops with one swift yank.
“Hey! You’d better watch it!” warned a startled Luke. “If you don’t watch it and get down to business soon, I’m going to spank you with that.”
“Hmpf!” smirked Pia as she raised an eyebrow. “You promise?” she whispered as she stood on her tip toes to nibble on his left earlobe. She reached down the front of his jeans into his boxer briefs and wrapped her small fingers around “Raj”, Luke’s manhood. Why was it every man seemed to have a silly name for his penis? How narcissistic! Women didn’t name their body parts. Her philosophical musings were soon forgotten because Raj was already standing at attention and peeking out the top of his waist band. “Look who’s ready to come out and play,” she cooed.
“I told you we missed you,” he insisted. Pia said nothing as she encircled Raj and began to run her right hand up and down his shaft. She watched Luke close his eyes and lean his head back as she added her left hand to the rhythm, both hands moving up and down in tandem. As she squeezed a little tighter and gave Raj a hard jerk, Luke let out a low moan.
“Shhh! This mud room is right underneath my mother’s bedroom,” she warned him.
“I can’t help it baby. It just feels so damn good,” he answered. Pia couldn’t help but give a self-satisfied smile in the dark. She knew how to please him every time; when she got to work, Luke was putty in her hands. She jerked again then reached down to caress his testicles causing his breathing to become ragged.
He reached out both hands and began pushing up the bottom of her t-shirt. He pulled the shirt up above her bra then reached around to fumble with the clasp behind her back. Luke only got two hooks undone before impatiently reaching back around the front to pinch her nipples through the fabric. Each pinch sent a jolt of electricity down the front of her body. He used the palms of his hands to gently knead each breast, then leaned forward to trace the top edge of each bra cup with the tip of his tongue. He began to lick each nipple with his tongue before nibbling on it through the satin fabric. He reached out with both hands then lifted each globe out of its restraint and rested it on top of the under wire and fabric. The effect was to offer up each breast to his mouth on a platter; he pulled both her hands out of his pants so he could concentrate and began to feast hungrily on the mounds before him.
Pia looked down at his long curly hair and watched his head move slowly from left to right, then back left again trying to ensure each nipple received equal time. She ran her fingers through his hair then grabbed a handful as he suddenly slipped his left hand inside the waistband of her yoga pants and found inside her panties. His index and middle fingers homed straight in on the center of her pleasure causing her to gasp and pull his hair slightly. “God, you’re so wet!” he exclaimed as he ran his fingers back and forth along her silken labia. He encircled her pearl then moved back down to insert one, then two fingers inside her. He beckoned forward with his two long fingers hitting her spot. Her chest heaved and her mouth flew open in wordless surprise.
Luke grabbed the waistband of her pants and panties and pulled both of them down to her knees all at once. He then reached around and cupped both buttocks then effortlessly lifted her up to sit on top of the washing machine. He finished undressing her lower half then he placed his right hand on her left breast and began to caress it. He lowered his head between her widening legs and started kissing his way up her left leg. His kisses became more insistent; the closer he got to her heat, the more suction he applied until he was leaving a trail of little red marks pointing toward her treasure. He did the same to the right leg as he switched breasts and began to flick her right nipple with his index finger. Pia scooted forward a little bit to try to position herself under his mouth, but he moved away slightly to prolong her agony.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please baby, give me what I want.” Luke smirked and extended the tip of his tongue to taste the nectar that flowed freely from her now. He flattened his tongue and lapped up the length of her outer lips then pointed his tongue to part her inner folds. He slowly moved his tongue up and down several times before concentrating on her clitoris. Her pearl stood at attention begging for the same treatment as the rest of her womanhood. He kissed it, then wrapped his lips around it. Pia groaned loudly, startling him momentarily. He reached up and cupped his right hand over her mouth to try to silence her but had little success. Luke continued his gentle sucking, periodically tilting his head backward slightly pulling on her pearl. Pia groaned louder, locking her thighs on either side of his head. Luke looked around the room and spotted a small basket of socks neatly folded within arms reach. He grabbed a small bundle of what had to be the children’s socks and stuffed them into Pia’s mouth.
He then reached under both her buttocks and scooped her up to meet his tongue. He began flicking his tongue back and forth rapidly causing her to throw her head back and reach out her arms wildly grasping for anything to anchor herself in the storm. Her breathing grew erratic behind the mouthful of fabric as she grabbed his long dark hair and began to tremble. Her shaking grew more and more pronounced; she held her breath for at least a minute before she flooded his face with her sweet nectar. He continued lapping her slowly until she released his locks and collapsed back against the wall onto a folded comforter on top of the washer.
“Damn, that was fantastic,” she panted after spitting out the mouthful of cotton.
“I know,” he shot back cockily.
‘Hmm, I can’t have him thinking he’s got the upper hand here. We’re just going to have to show him who’s boss, now aren’t we?” Pia thought to herself as she slid down off the washer and reached out in front of her. She unzipped his pants and pushed down on the waist band of his boxer briefs. She pulled them all the way down so he was able to step out of them. “You need to be just as naked as I am for this,” she told him as. She squatted down and reached out once more and gripped his still hard manhood. She began to jerk him again slowly with a circular massaging motion. She cupped his testicles in her left hand as her right hand guided his stiff cock up to her waiting mouth. She reached out her tongue to touch the tip then began to lap at the white pre-cum oozing from the head.
“Oooh baby! That feels good,” he rasped.
“I know,” she said haughtily before returning to wrap her soft lips around his sensitive head. She gave a little suck causing his hips to jerk backward involuntarily. ‘We can’t have any of that,’ she thought to herself as she reached around with both hands to grip his buttocks. She ran her hands up and down the back of his sculpted thighs as she took in more and more of his length until finally reaching the base. She first relaxed the muscles in her mouth, then began to gradually apply more suction as she withdrew him slowly. The effect was to apply the maximum amount of pressure just as she reached the head before popping him out. It drove him wild! Pia did this several times, causing Luke’s eyes to roll back into his head. Finally, she gave him three straight sucks up and down before leaving his penis to attend to his testicles. She replaced the warmth of her hand with the fire of her mouth as she sucked first one then the other deep to the back of her throat. She ran her tongue along the fold of skin separating the two orbs then rolled them around on her tongue while attempting to breathe through her nose.
Luke grabbed her shoulders roughly lifting her to a standing position. He reached down into the pocket on the side of his overnight bag and withdrew a familiar gold foil packet. He tore open the Magnum with his teeth and spit out the remnants of the wrapper before hastily rolling the condom onto his painfully throbbing penis. He greedily reached out to fondle her breasts before spinning her around and leaning her over the back of an upholstered chair near the wall. He reached down and ran the fingers of his left hand along her slit. “You’re still dripping wet,” he exclaimed before positioning himself at her entrance. “You’re such a bad girl trying to make me come quickly. I’m going to show you who’s boss.” He gripped her around the waist with both hands then buried himself to the hilt in one thrust.
The action took her breath away as she struggled to adjust her inner walls to the sudden invader. Luke held still for a moment savoring the sudden molten heat; it never ceased to amaze him how tight she was. He began to withdraw slowly holding her by the hips. When he reached the head, he reversed and swiveled his hips to the left on the downstroke. He repeated the action in the opposite direction, then reached around and stroked her clit with her own juices.
“Mmmm….” moaned Pia.
“Shhhh….” He scolded, removing his left hand and placing his fingers in her mouth to silence her. Pia sucked greedily at them. She became lost in the feeling, the smells of clean cotton and fabric softener swirling about her. Through the fog the thought she heard footsteps, but soon became entranced in the smacking and slapping emanating from the union of their bodies. Luke sped up his pumping, his hands roaming hungrily over her back and shoulders. A sharp clacking sound broke through the sex clouded haze in her brain. She knew that sound. That was the ice maker… “Pia? Where are you? Have you gone to sleep?” It was her mother calling her. Luke froze, suddenly aware they weren’t alone downstairs.
“Uh, I’m out here mom, just doing a few last minute things. I’ll be there in a minute,” she stalled. “Quick,” she hissed. “Put on your clothes. Hurry!” Pia quickly pulled on her pants and stuffed her panties into the overnight bag. She kicked her shoes into the corner and smoothed down her disheveled hair before emerging into the kitchen.
“There you are! You really should get some sleep. Where’s your friend? Luther, right?”
“Luke, Mom. He’s probably trying to relax right now,” she smirked. “Mom, we’re headed out before dawn. I don’t want to wake you, so goodnight. Rebekah and Seth are sleeping in the first bedroom. We’ll just leave her in there when we leave. I’m sure she will come into your room as soon as she wakes up in the morning,” Pia said as she gave her mother an air kiss near her cheek.
“Alright. Have a safe trip. We have a fun girl’s weekend planned. I’m going to take her for her first manicure and we’re having high tea!”
“She’ll love it! G’night mom.” Pia waited for her mother to ascend the stairs before giving Luke the all clear to come out into the kitchen. By that time he had managed to stuff his erection back into his pants, but couldn’t zip the zipper all the way.
“Shit that was close! That sure wasn’t the first impression I was hoping to make. I’m glad she didn’t catch us.” He came up and stood perpendicular to Pia’s left hip and lightly rubbed his hardness back and forth across her side.
“Well, we’d better get some rest,” she sang cheerily. “Good night!”
“Wait a minute! What about me? Let’s finish what we started,” pouted Luke.
“What do you mean? I did finish.” She fixed him with an evil leer. The tingling in his balls was accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. Pia left him standing in the kitchen, his manhood as hard and cold as the ice in the fridge.
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Part Two
Over the river and through the woods
Pia quietly told her mother goodbye the next morning at 4am and looked in on her sleeping daughter before accompanying Luke downstairs holding her still sleeping son. They had already packed up the minivan for the two hour trip to the camp grounds. Luke secured Seth in his seatbelt and covered him with a blanket before sliding behind the wheel. Pia loaded the CD changer with HIStory Book I as they pulled out of the driveway and settled in for the long drive. She surreptitiously pulled out her digital keychain to have a quick look at her Michael pics as they merged onto the highway. The first 15 or so pictures on the tiny device held family pictures, pictures of her children designed to fool any casual observer. The other 45 pictures were pictures of Michael Jackson; it was her quick fix when she couldn’t get online for Michaeling.
She must have dozed off while daydreaming about the pictures because the next thing she remembered was the climax of “Earth Song”. Pia sang along with Michael’s impassioned calls as Marco chimed in on the “What about us” responses. She continued to groove through “D.S.” and “Money” before skipping over to “2 Bad”. She loved how Michael got funky on that one. Hell, he was Michael Jackson! He shouldn’t be taking no shit. She noticed Luke kept sneaking side glances at her as she bounced along with the beat.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“No, really, why do you keep looking at me?”
He gave a slight smile as his eyes darted out the side window for a split second. The sunlight shone through his long dark hair giving it a reddish sheen. His long eyelashes brushed his cheeks as he blinked several times; he looked embarassed as he paused for a moment. The dry rural scenery flashed outside the car window. Luke, kept his eyes on the road as he answered, “It’s just that your breasts seem to take on a life of their own when you dance to that song.”
Pia looked down at her bosom softly rising and falling beneath her shrit. “Seriously? All you can think of when you hear that song is my breasts?”
He licked his lips. “Well…you know I didn’t get to finish last night…I miss touching you and being with you,” Luke confessed with a shy smile.
“Hmm, you mean like this?” she said as she cupped both of her breasts and held them up in front of her.
Luke’s eyes grew slightly wider as he stole a glance at her fondling herself. Pia continued to massage her breasts through her shirt as she turned towards her left and raised her left thigh slightly. She teased her nipples through the thin fabric of the red v-neck t-shirt. There was a slight chill in the air outside, but the interior of the vehicle was heated to a comfortable temp. Still, her nipples stood out like erasers as she circled them around and around. She bit her lower lip as she made eye contact with Luke right before he had to swerve to avoid hitting a car merging into their lane.
Luke swallowed hard, “actually, I meant more like this,” he said as he reached over with his right hand. His fingertips slipped into the waistband of her pants and found their way to the elastic of her panties. Pia turned sideways bracing her back on the locked car door and propped her left foot on the side of Luke’s seat. His index and middle fingers stroked back and forth along her smooth skin before stealing their way towards her heat. He started at the top of her Brazilian landing strip and trailed them all the way down past her pearl to dip in her heated pool. He brought his moist fingers back up to draw slow lazy circles around and around. Pia’s head lolled on her shoulders as her chest began to heave. She gripped the head rest and swatted at the dashboard accidentally closing the air vents. Luke continued to draw circles occasionally inserting his fingers and massaging her button with his thumb. Pia forgot to breathe as time attenuated; "HIStory" seemed to last for at least 20 minutes and colors began to flash behind her tightly shut eyelids. She felt the car slow down and make a wide left just as he began to rapidly flick her clitoris back and forth. She gasped for air and reached up for the handle in the ceiling. The car came to a stop as Luke withdrew his fingers.
“Well, we’re here!” he chirped. “Wha-?” Pia’s eyes flew open. “What do you mean? What are you doing? I was almost there.”
“Yes, I know love, but we’re here at the campsite. You don’t mind do you? After all, you did get to finish off last night didn’t you?” he said with a wink before inching the car forward behind the line of pickup trucks and vans entering the park.
"You're kidding right? Shit!" Pia huffed before turning forward and fixing her clothes.
"You know, you taste like carambola," Luke winked again. She fixed him with an evil stare as he licked his fingers and reached up to the visor to retrieve their passes to get into the park.
The campgrounds buzzed with the life of a hive as boys, their parents, and their counselors hurried from place to place setting up gear. Luke and Pia quickly found their group and set about erecting their tents. Since they were an unmarried couple, propriety again dictated they spend the night in separate quarters. Pia would be rooming with two of the other mothers who were chaperoning, while Luke would be sharing a large tent with some of the boys and two other male counselors.
The mothers had difficulty staking their tent, so Luke came over to assist. His olive cargo shorts skimmed lightly over the muscles of his powerful thighs and showed off his ass to perfection. The faded orange skater tee had sleeves that strained to contain the bulge of his biceps as they flexed to overcome the resistance of the soil to secure the tent. It was all Pia could do to keep from reaching between his legs to cup him as he bent over to drive the stakes into the ground. Pia heard a soft strangling sound off to her right and jerked her head towards the sound. She spied Mrs. Wigham, the fifty-something Sunday school teacher who was co-chaperoning with her husband, ogling Luke as he bent over, the veins in his arms popping out in the beating sun. The plump older lady licked her lips absently as her eyes raked over Pia’s fine young lover.
“I think your husband is looking for you,” she said pointedly.
“Huh? Oh, I was just looking for the camp stove…have you seen it anywhere?” Mrs. Wigham said a little too loudly as she looked around at the heap of equipment strewn about their feet.
Pia smiled at her knowingly and said in a sweet syrupy voice, “oh dear! Didn’t I see the stove on the back of your pickup truck a few minutes ago? I’m certain I did.”
“Well…uh…how on Earth did it get there?” Mrs. Wigham exclaimed before she walked away muttering unintelligibly to herself. Pia chuckled to herself before turning back to Luke. She was met with his smoldering gaze for a split second before he trotted off to help the other men finish unloading all the gear.
First order of the day was to gather all the campers at the main amphitheater to explain the rules of the campground and the order of the day. Following announcements, the campers split off into smaller groups to commence their activities. The boys in Pia’s group voted to begin with archery. Pia was eager to give the bow and arrow a try after so many years of watching Xena: Warrior Princess and Robin Hood on television. The camp rules required each camper to attend a safety briefing prior to engaging in each activity. Pia listened intently as the senior camper explained how to properly hold the bow and position the arrow. He went over how to draw back the string, when to sight the target, and when to release the arrow.
Pia patiently awaited her turn to shoot; she got up to the firing line and drew back her string, then watched as her arrow went spiraling off wildly to the left. What had happened? She thought she did everything exactly as instructed. She took another arrow from the quiver, drew back the string, sighted, and released. Again, the arrow missed the target by a mile, nearly flying off into the territory reserved for the air rifles. She heard stifled snickers behind her that quickly erupted into raucous laughter. Still holding the bow with another arrow in her right hand, she turned and saw Luke nearly doubled over with spasms.
What’s so funny?”
“Whoa baby, you’re dangerous with that thing. Put it down…here, let me help you.” Luke reached out his hands to spin her around again to face the target.
“Listen, you have to pull back on the string to place tension on the limbs of the bow. This compresses the belly and stores potential energy which erupts when the string is released. You have to make sure you have your target in sight before you let go of the arrow.” Pia continued to look at him quizzically, so he reached around her to place his thick arms on either side of her. He nuzzled his chin into her cheek and growled softly, almost imperceptibly; indeed, she wasn’t sure he was even aware of the sound himself. Pia inhaled drawing his sandalwood scent deeply into her lungs and briefly losing herself before being snapped back into reality by the command of the senior camper:
“…and fire!” he exclaimed. Luke put is larger hands on top of her smaller ones and helped her to sight the target and draw her bow. He held back to allow her to decide when to release the arrow; they made a bullseye, causing a small smile to play upon Pia’s lips. He was biting his bottom lip when she turned to look at him. His eyes bore through her in silent connection until the next camper elbowed them out of the way.
After each of the boys had several opportunities to shoot the arrows, they moved on to the clay pigeons at the air rifle range. Again, Pia listened intently to the senior camper explain how to chamber the BB and release the safety. He demonstrated how to the sight the pigeon and pull the trigger.
“Would you mind explaining again?” Pia asked sweetly as some of the younger boys rolled their eyes and one said ‘come on lady!’ She wanted to make sure she got everything exactly right so she could show off when her turn came. Pia ignored them and focused on the second round of demonstrations; pre-adolescent boys could be the worst sometimes. It was as if they were in a contest to see who could be the most obnoxious. When the older scout was finished, she picked out her rifle and stepped up to the firing line. She assumed a stance with her feet planted wide apart, the left in front of the right. She raised the rifle up to her shoulders, elbows pointing out from her body at ninety degree angles. Her left eye squinted and her right eye closed as she sighted the round orange object.
“…and fire!” exclaimed the senior scout. Her right trigger finger squeezed and she heard a “pop!”. The pigeon shattered, sending shards into the other firing lanes. “Not bad young lady, not bad at all!” said the wizened old man who had given her the safety demonstration; he obviously hadn’t expected her to pick up the logistics of using the gun so quickly. She turned the top half of her body back to look for Luke. There he was with the rest of the crowd a safe distance back in the pavilion. He gave her the thumbs up sign. Pia smiled and turned back towards the targets. She clicked on the safety, turned the gun on its side with her left hand and quickly chambered another round with her right. She righted the rifle, disengaged the safety, and sighted. She hit every target in that session, including the smaller ones they reserved for the advanced shooters.
When the shooters had exhausted all their ammunition, they engaged the safeties, lay the rifles at their feet, and removed their safety glasses in preparation for the next line of shooters. Luke approached with the next group. He chose the same rifle Pia had lain at her feet. He chambered his round with much more ease than Pia and sighted his rifle. At the command, his pigeon shattered and rained down on the range. Again, he chambered another round and continued shooting the targets over and over in rapid succession.
Pia ceased to hear the loud popping of the rifles and instead concentrated on his form. His legs were planted firmly on the ground, his Timberland shoes gripping the soil. His calf muscles flexed roundly above, the sun catching every ripple as they moved to adjust to his shifting stance. His thighs bulged at the material of the cargo shorts and tapered up slightly to his magnificent round ass—that ass that she loved to grip in the heat of passion. She now stared at it imagining herself kneading the muscles in her fingers. His hips were narrow as was his waist, but his torso flared out again at his abdomen. That abdomen was partitioned off into a dozen discrete areas, no longer technically a six pack. His shoulders were wide and strong and led out to those golden arms she loved so much to be held in. The sight of his body made her flush with heat and redness that had nothing to do with the strong morning sun.
Luke’s group of shooters exhausted their ammo, safetied their rifles, and lay them at their feet. He walked back over to Pia, grabbed her hand, and gave it a squeeze.
The mothers had difficulty staking their tent, so Luke came over to assist. His olive cargo shorts skimmed lightly over the muscles of his powerful thighs and showed off his ass to perfection. The faded orange skater tee had sleeves that strained to contain the bulge of his biceps as they flexed to overcome the resistance of the soil to secure the tent. It was all Pia could do to keep from reaching between his legs to cup him as he bent over to drive the stakes into the ground. Pia heard a soft strangling sound off to her right and jerked her head towards the sound. She spied Mrs. Wigham, the fifty-something Sunday school teacher who was co-chaperoning with her husband, ogling Luke as he bent over, the veins in his arms popping out in the beating sun. The plump older lady licked her lips absently as her eyes raked over Pia’s fine young lover.
“I think your husband is looking for you,” she said pointedly.
“Huh? Oh, I was just looking for the camp stove…have you seen it anywhere?” Mrs. Wigham said a little too loudly as she looked around at the heap of equipment strewn about their feet.
Pia smiled at her knowingly and said in a sweet syrupy voice, “oh dear! Didn’t I see the stove on the back of your pickup truck a few minutes ago? I’m certain I did.”
“Well…uh…how on Earth did it get there?” Mrs. Wigham exclaimed before she walked away muttering unintelligibly to herself. Pia chuckled to herself before turning back to Luke. She was met with his smoldering gaze for a split second before he trotted off to help the other men finish unloading all the gear.
First order of the day was to gather all the campers at the main amphitheater to explain the rules of the campground and the order of the day. Following announcements, the campers split off into smaller groups to commence their activities. The boys in Pia’s group voted to begin with archery. Pia was eager to give the bow and arrow a try after so many years of watching Xena: Warrior Princess and Robin Hood on television. The camp rules required each camper to attend a safety briefing prior to engaging in each activity. Pia listened intently as the senior camper explained how to properly hold the bow and position the arrow. He went over how to draw back the string, when to sight the target, and when to release the arrow.
Pia patiently awaited her turn to shoot; she got up to the firing line and drew back her string, then watched as her arrow went spiraling off wildly to the left. What had happened? She thought she did everything exactly as instructed. She took another arrow from the quiver, drew back the string, sighted, and released. Again, the arrow missed the target by a mile, nearly flying off into the territory reserved for the air rifles. She heard stifled snickers behind her that quickly erupted into raucous laughter. Still holding the bow with another arrow in her right hand, she turned and saw Luke nearly doubled over with spasms.
What’s so funny?”
“Whoa baby, you’re dangerous with that thing. Put it down…here, let me help you.” Luke reached out his hands to spin her around again to face the target.
“Listen, you have to pull back on the string to place tension on the limbs of the bow. This compresses the belly and stores potential energy which erupts when the string is released. You have to make sure you have your target in sight before you let go of the arrow.” Pia continued to look at him quizzically, so he reached around her to place his thick arms on either side of her. He nuzzled his chin into her cheek and growled softly, almost imperceptibly; indeed, she wasn’t sure he was even aware of the sound himself. Pia inhaled drawing his sandalwood scent deeply into her lungs and briefly losing herself before being snapped back into reality by the command of the senior camper:
“…and fire!” he exclaimed. Luke put is larger hands on top of her smaller ones and helped her to sight the target and draw her bow. He held back to allow her to decide when to release the arrow; they made a bullseye, causing a small smile to play upon Pia’s lips. He was biting his bottom lip when she turned to look at him. His eyes bore through her in silent connection until the next camper elbowed them out of the way.
After each of the boys had several opportunities to shoot the arrows, they moved on to the clay pigeons at the air rifle range. Again, Pia listened intently to the senior camper explain how to chamber the BB and release the safety. He demonstrated how to the sight the pigeon and pull the trigger.
“Would you mind explaining again?” Pia asked sweetly as some of the younger boys rolled their eyes and one said ‘come on lady!’ She wanted to make sure she got everything exactly right so she could show off when her turn came. Pia ignored them and focused on the second round of demonstrations; pre-adolescent boys could be the worst sometimes. It was as if they were in a contest to see who could be the most obnoxious. When the older scout was finished, she picked out her rifle and stepped up to the firing line. She assumed a stance with her feet planted wide apart, the left in front of the right. She raised the rifle up to her shoulders, elbows pointing out from her body at ninety degree angles. Her left eye squinted and her right eye closed as she sighted the round orange object.
“…and fire!” exclaimed the senior scout. Her right trigger finger squeezed and she heard a “pop!”. The pigeon shattered, sending shards into the other firing lanes. “Not bad young lady, not bad at all!” said the wizened old man who had given her the safety demonstration; he obviously hadn’t expected her to pick up the logistics of using the gun so quickly. She turned the top half of her body back to look for Luke. There he was with the rest of the crowd a safe distance back in the pavilion. He gave her the thumbs up sign. Pia smiled and turned back towards the targets. She clicked on the safety, turned the gun on its side with her left hand and quickly chambered another round with her right. She righted the rifle, disengaged the safety, and sighted. She hit every target in that session, including the smaller ones they reserved for the advanced shooters.
When the shooters had exhausted all their ammunition, they engaged the safeties, lay the rifles at their feet, and removed their safety glasses in preparation for the next line of shooters. Luke approached with the next group. He chose the same rifle Pia had lain at her feet. He chambered his round with much more ease than Pia and sighted his rifle. At the command, his pigeon shattered and rained down on the range. Again, he chambered another round and continued shooting the targets over and over in rapid succession.
Pia ceased to hear the loud popping of the rifles and instead concentrated on his form. His legs were planted firmly on the ground, his Timberland shoes gripping the soil. His calf muscles flexed roundly above, the sun catching every ripple as they moved to adjust to his shifting stance. His thighs bulged at the material of the cargo shorts and tapered up slightly to his magnificent round ass—that ass that she loved to grip in the heat of passion. She now stared at it imagining herself kneading the muscles in her fingers. His hips were narrow as was his waist, but his torso flared out again at his abdomen. That abdomen was partitioned off into a dozen discrete areas, no longer technically a six pack. His shoulders were wide and strong and led out to those golden arms she loved so much to be held in. The sight of his body made her flush with heat and redness that had nothing to do with the strong morning sun.
Luke’s group of shooters exhausted their ammo, safetied their rifles, and lay them at their feet. He walked back over to Pia, grabbed her hand, and gave it a squeeze.
“Let’s take them over to the fishing hole,” he said. “I’ll grab the poles and the tackle box. Why don’t you round them up. I’ll meet you over there,” he pointed to a totem pole not far from the fire pit.
“Okay,” she said while standing on her tip toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Pia turned to go retrieve the scouts, and it was Luke’s turn to watch her walk away, the round globes of her bottom engaged in the most delightful jiggle. Her hypnotizing jelly was his most favorite condiment to spread by far.
The boys marched in formation behind Pia towards the fishing hole. Along the way, they laughed and joked with each other, boasting about who would be the first to catch a fish and whose would be the biggest. Luke continued to be distracted by Pia’s backside as it was now doing the most tantalizing lambada with each forward stride she took.
They reached the lake and set about attaching new bobbers and baiting their hooks. Luke helped some of the fathers in the group assist the younger boys with casting their lines. Luke patiently explained to the boys how fishing was a waiting game. If one had the good luck to set the bait out in a good location, fish would eventually come by to have a nibble. Once the boys noticed the line tugging ever so slightly, they had to firmly jerk back on the pole to hook the fish. Then the real battle would begin as the fish fought to free itself while the fisherman tried to reel it in.
Pia enjoyed fishing, so after Luke baited her line with part of a night crawler, she cast her line and settled on a tree stump. She could see a number of fish swimming around beneath the surface of the tea-colored water. Her mind wandered back to the night before. She knew she had been cruel to leave Luke hanging like that, but he had teased her on more than a few occasions. They loved to play little sex games and take turns dominating each other. It thrilled her to surrender control to Luke and to let him guide her to new heights.
Just last week they had agreed to meet for lunch at a deli not far from her office. Luke had texted her around 10:30am even though their lunch date wasn’t until half past noon. Pia spent the rest of the morning distractedly thinking about the instructions he sent. At 10 after noon, she ducked into the ladies room of her office and removed her blue silk panties, placing them into her eel skin purse. She checked her make up in the mirror, patted her hair into place, and ran her hands over her breasts. Pia gave her nipples a little pinch, sending a jolt of electricity straight down into her womb. One more glance, and she was off to the deli.
The place was crowded as usual. Pia made her way towards a small table in the back. The table was a booth for two right next to the drink fountains and in front of a wall separating the dining area from the back offices and restrooms. Luke’s text message specifically instructed her to sit at that table—and that table only—facing the front of the establishment.
“Okay,” she said while standing on her tip toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Pia turned to go retrieve the scouts, and it was Luke’s turn to watch her walk away, the round globes of her bottom engaged in the most delightful jiggle. Her hypnotizing jelly was his most favorite condiment to spread by far.
The boys marched in formation behind Pia towards the fishing hole. Along the way, they laughed and joked with each other, boasting about who would be the first to catch a fish and whose would be the biggest. Luke continued to be distracted by Pia’s backside as it was now doing the most tantalizing lambada with each forward stride she took.
They reached the lake and set about attaching new bobbers and baiting their hooks. Luke helped some of the fathers in the group assist the younger boys with casting their lines. Luke patiently explained to the boys how fishing was a waiting game. If one had the good luck to set the bait out in a good location, fish would eventually come by to have a nibble. Once the boys noticed the line tugging ever so slightly, they had to firmly jerk back on the pole to hook the fish. Then the real battle would begin as the fish fought to free itself while the fisherman tried to reel it in.
Pia enjoyed fishing, so after Luke baited her line with part of a night crawler, she cast her line and settled on a tree stump. She could see a number of fish swimming around beneath the surface of the tea-colored water. Her mind wandered back to the night before. She knew she had been cruel to leave Luke hanging like that, but he had teased her on more than a few occasions. They loved to play little sex games and take turns dominating each other. It thrilled her to surrender control to Luke and to let him guide her to new heights.
Just last week they had agreed to meet for lunch at a deli not far from her office. Luke had texted her around 10:30am even though their lunch date wasn’t until half past noon. Pia spent the rest of the morning distractedly thinking about the instructions he sent. At 10 after noon, she ducked into the ladies room of her office and removed her blue silk panties, placing them into her eel skin purse. She checked her make up in the mirror, patted her hair into place, and ran her hands over her breasts. Pia gave her nipples a little pinch, sending a jolt of electricity straight down into her womb. One more glance, and she was off to the deli.
The place was crowded as usual. Pia made her way towards a small table in the back. The table was a booth for two right next to the drink fountains and in front of a wall separating the dining area from the back offices and restrooms. Luke’s text message specifically instructed her to sit at that table—and that table only—facing the front of the establishment.
Pia had a seat and nervously looked around. She wondered if any of the other families and business people knew that she was sitting there, moist between her legs, awaiting her lover. At 12:33pm Pia looked around. It wasn’t like Luke to be late. He prided himself on his punctuality while Pia was always holding them up with her primping when they went places together; she had a much more relaxed view of arrival times, however she knew she had better be on time for this lunch or risk being punished. At 12:36, Pia grew anxious and decided to sneak a peek at her digital keychain. She scrolled through to the photos of Michael during the HIStory era. The gold pants never failed to get her going. The way they hugged Michael’s magnificent ass and clung to his cock and balls they were just incredible; it was as if they were painted on. Michael had to know just how much of himself he was showing the world, and with what he had, he ought to be proud. Pia would have loved to have been backstage waiting for him after his concerts. To be the one there on her knees waiting to peel those pants off his sweaty body with her mouth open ready to engulf his--
“I thought I told you to sit here waiting for me,” growled Luke. “I told you that you were not allowed to look at those pictures before lunch time. I should confiscate that keychain as punishment. I am the only one allowed to heat you up, do you understand?” he inquired sternly, his voice a gravely rumble just above the din of the eatery.
“Yes, Luke. I’m sorry, it’s just that—”
“It’s just that you are a wanton little strumpet who can’t wait to get her pussy wet. You will learn to follow instructions or you will be punished accordingly.”
Pia’s eyes were downcast, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, “Yes, Luke. I’ll behave.”
“I’m going to order for us, while you stay here.”
“I want the—”
“I know exactly what you want, and I’m going to give it to you. Stay here and don’t move,” he ordered.
Pia felt a small contraction in her womb as she squirmed in her seat expectantly. She did as she was told as she watched him walk back up to the front in his grey pinstriped flannel suit. He wasn’t the tallest or the biggest man in the room, by far, but he walked with an air of confidence that commanded attention. She could see many eyes in the room on him as he strode to the counter, his wingtips clattering against the tiled floor. She didn’t dare look at the keychain, even in his absence. She knew he would be displeased and the punishment might be more than she could bear.
He returned to the table and placed overstuffed sandwiches, fresh baked bread, soup, and two salads before them. He slowly sipped his Cuban coffee as she sucked on a mango smoothie through her straw. She nibbled at her sandwich and ate her salad with gusto, the crunchy walnuts and sweet cranberries providing a nice contrast to the sprinkled sea salt and tangy Balsamic vinaigrette. She stole glances at him as he took bites of his Reuben; a feeling of mischief overcoming her.
She slipped off her dark chocolate eel skin pump and slid her right foot up between his open legs. She began to massage him through the trousers of his suit, feeling him grow hard between her toes. His left arm paused in mid-air halfway between the plate and his mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he smirked.
“I’m enjoying my lunch,” she grinned wickedly. He allowed her to pleasure him for a few more minutes staring intently into her eyes. She could see them cloud over slightly, but he never betrayed the intensity of his feelings. His face remained impassable, daring her to break first. Finally, he rose from the table to get more coffee. Pia slid her foot back into her shoe which now felt cold and unyielding compared to the heat that radiated from his crotch.
Luke returned to the booth, this time sitting right beside her instead of across the table. Pia scooted over in the booth to give him more space, her wetness smearing slightly on her inner thighs. Pia began to eat her soup, the steam rising from it with every spoonful. Luke continued sipping the sweet liquid, his left hand rising and falling with regularity as he alternated between his salad and the rest of his sandwich. Pia concentrated on blowing away the clouds of steam while savoring small pieces of the artisan bread Luke had brought back to the table.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked over and noticed Luke was no longer eating with his right hand, though the left hand continued to hold the tiny coffee cup. His hand pushed her thighs apart and caressed her left thigh upwards towards her steamy center. Luke could literally feel the heat rise from her as he rubbed the thigh in small circles until he reached to top of her mons. He rubbed the fleshy triangle up and down before using his middle finger to coax her clitoris out of hiding. Pia gasped and lurched forward causing her fork to clatter off her plate and onto the table.
“You are not to give any indications of our activities here or I will stop completely,” he hissed. Pia could only nod mutely as she struggled for breath. His fingers had now traveled downwards exciting the flesh of her labia. He took his time stroking each lip between his fingers, before slowly pulling them apart to expose her sticky center. Pia’s chest heaved and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he inserted a finger into her molten core. He slid his finger in and out of her several times before beginning to thumb her nubbin. Pia’s vision began to blur as she gripped the sides of the table, her legs spread wantonly under the darkness of the back corner booth. In went another finger, and he began to add a slight twist to his wrist on the withdrawal; the effect almost sent her over the edge. She was now holding the table so tightly, her movements threatened to topple the floral arrangement, its heady scent snaking up her nostrils as she greedily snorted in ecstasy.
Luke could feel her legs tense up, a sure sign she was nearing her peak. He increased the speed of his hand, her nipples rubbing against his outstretched arm. Pia removed her right arm from the table, reaching down between her legs to cover his hand with hers.
“Uh uh…you don’t get to touch yourself.” She moaned in reply. “I said no noises!” Just then his cell phone rang. He continued stroking her pearl with his right thumb as he reached into his breast pocket with his left to retrieve the phone. He looked at the caller ID then pressed the button to answer.
“Hello? Yes, that’s right.” He looked at her and mouthed the words, ‘I have to take this,’ before withdrawing his hand and rising from the booth. He turned and went out the back door to the outdoor patio area.
Pia exhaled sharply in disbelief. She had almost been there, just a few seconds more and…she slowly closed her legs and looked around. A mother with two small children was staring at her curiously, but Pia didn’t care. She was probably jealous. Pia reached out to take a sip from her mineral water. ‘What was taking him so long?’ she complained inwardly.
She heard her phone vibrate. She took it from her purse and looked at the display. ‘Come outside to the patio,’ the text read. Pia smiled slightly before standing and smoothing the skirt of her dress. She tucked her purse beneath her arm and sashayed out to the patio. Luke was standing between two potted trees at the balcony railing overlooking the downtown skyline. He turned upon hearing her approach on the pebbles. He was still speaking to his business associate on the Bluetooth. He beckoned her closer.
Pia walked over to him, melting into his arms before he spun her around to point out several buildings on the horizon. He moved over behind her and enveloped her in his arms, his body providing welcome warmth from the cold winter wind. They were all alone on the outdoor area due to the weather.
“Well, I think we need to act quickly to maximize our profits…” Luke continued to instruct as his hands began to roam over her breasts. He stopped to reach inside the bodice of her dress and cup her left breast, kneading it greedily. Pia swayed back slightly, leaning against his strong form. He began to hitch up the skirt of her cashmere wrap dress with his right hand and nudged her pumps apart with his own. He removed his left hand from her breast and she heard the zipper of his trousers make that familiar noise. Luke applied pressure to her back pushing her slightly forward on the railing. Pia braced herself with her hands and arched her back as Raj sprang to life smacking her in the backside.
“Some losses are inevitable, but ultimately, the market will continue its present growth…” Luke grabbed her by the hips and planted himself into her up to the hilt, his sudden action eliciting a widening of her eyes as Pia began to cum immediately. She shuddered as a series of moans escaped her lips, causing Luke to smack her sharply on her backside as he cleared his throat to cover the noise.
“Our shareholders will ultimately see the wisdom of swift action once the dividends start rolling in…” He began to move slowly within her. Pia regained control of herself and reached down between her legs to caress his testicles as they lightly slapped against her ample ass. It was his turn to stifle a moan as he struggled to maintain focus on his conversation.
“Stop it!” he hissed as beads of perspiration began to form along his forehead.
“What’s that you say?” his business colleague inquired with confusion.
“Oh, nothing,” Luke explained. “So as I was saying…” He grabbed both of her hands and pinned them behind her back in his left hand as he continued spanking her ass. He now added a bit of a lift at the end of his upstrokes; they had the effect of grazing the tip of Pia’s hungry clit. He added to the stimulation as he reached around her belly to stroke her in counterpoint to his thrusts. He tugged at her arms bringing her up slightly giving him access to the tender flesh of her exposed neck. The skin was slightly red from the cold; he quickly intensified the flushing as he began suck the area near the hollow of her neck. He licked upwards until he reached area just below her earlobes.
Pia felt her nipples harden even more as the friction of her brassiere teased them to attention. Luke began to blow on the heated skin, the contrast of the cool air and his sucking on her earlobe sending her over the edge. Pia bit her lip and cried out, her cunt beating like the wings of a butterfly against his steely manhood. Luke released her arms and with a final thrust began to spill his seed inside her, his liquid heat contained inside the sheath encasing his prick. Pia’s arms flew forward just in time to catch her falling body against the railing. Her chest still heaving, Luke stepped backwards, his wingtips crunching against the pebbles.
He peeled off the condom and began stuffing himself back into his pants, the skin of his cock still sticky and sensitive.
“Right, I understand that. Our job is to make them understand that…I don’t care, you need to make it happen!” Pia slowly stood upright and smoothed down the soft knit dress, grateful she hadn’t worn the pencil skirt she had originally chosen for today. She rearranged her breasts in her bra, making sure the lace trim wasn’t showing, as Luke concluded his conversation. “…I’ll expect an update before the end of the day, no excuses.” With that, he rang off and tossed the rubber into the oversized terracotta planter that doubled as a refuse container. Some unsuspecting busboy or cleaning lady would be in for a surprise later today. Her own juices slowly ran down her inner thighs; Luke firmly cupped her ass, lifted her left thigh up, found the opening in her skirt, and placed his fingers between her legs. He scooped up the nectar with three of his fingers, licking them clean before adjusting Raj to sit more comfortably in his lair.
“You were a very bad girl. You almost made me lose my composure, and that was a very important phone call.” Pia gave him a wicked smile as she led the way back into the deli. “You’ve spoilt my suit!” he exclaimed, looking down at the wetness coating the zipper of his trousers.
“Well, you’ve spoilt my cunt, just ruint me for any other man. But you already know that don’t you?” Luke just smiled knowingly, as he left a generous tip on the table, grabbed her arm, and steered her out the front door.
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“I got one, I think I got one!” Pia heard her son yelling. Seth jumped up holding his fishing pole and excitedly yelled to the other boys to come to his side. Luke went over to help him as the fish began to pull strongly on the line, bending it into a parabola. Pia smiled as her son began to spool in the line little by little under Luke’s patient tutelage. The sun shone brightly through the trees as the breeze sang. She was glad they had come.
(to be continued…)
“I thought I told you to sit here waiting for me,” growled Luke. “I told you that you were not allowed to look at those pictures before lunch time. I should confiscate that keychain as punishment. I am the only one allowed to heat you up, do you understand?” he inquired sternly, his voice a gravely rumble just above the din of the eatery.
“Yes, Luke. I’m sorry, it’s just that—”
“It’s just that you are a wanton little strumpet who can’t wait to get her pussy wet. You will learn to follow instructions or you will be punished accordingly.”
Pia’s eyes were downcast, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, “Yes, Luke. I’ll behave.”
“I’m going to order for us, while you stay here.”
“I want the—”
“I know exactly what you want, and I’m going to give it to you. Stay here and don’t move,” he ordered.
Pia felt a small contraction in her womb as she squirmed in her seat expectantly. She did as she was told as she watched him walk back up to the front in his grey pinstriped flannel suit. He wasn’t the tallest or the biggest man in the room, by far, but he walked with an air of confidence that commanded attention. She could see many eyes in the room on him as he strode to the counter, his wingtips clattering against the tiled floor. She didn’t dare look at the keychain, even in his absence. She knew he would be displeased and the punishment might be more than she could bear.
He returned to the table and placed overstuffed sandwiches, fresh baked bread, soup, and two salads before them. He slowly sipped his Cuban coffee as she sucked on a mango smoothie through her straw. She nibbled at her sandwich and ate her salad with gusto, the crunchy walnuts and sweet cranberries providing a nice contrast to the sprinkled sea salt and tangy Balsamic vinaigrette. She stole glances at him as he took bites of his Reuben; a feeling of mischief overcoming her.
She slipped off her dark chocolate eel skin pump and slid her right foot up between his open legs. She began to massage him through the trousers of his suit, feeling him grow hard between her toes. His left arm paused in mid-air halfway between the plate and his mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he smirked.
“I’m enjoying my lunch,” she grinned wickedly. He allowed her to pleasure him for a few more minutes staring intently into her eyes. She could see them cloud over slightly, but he never betrayed the intensity of his feelings. His face remained impassable, daring her to break first. Finally, he rose from the table to get more coffee. Pia slid her foot back into her shoe which now felt cold and unyielding compared to the heat that radiated from his crotch.
Luke returned to the booth, this time sitting right beside her instead of across the table. Pia scooted over in the booth to give him more space, her wetness smearing slightly on her inner thighs. Pia began to eat her soup, the steam rising from it with every spoonful. Luke continued sipping the sweet liquid, his left hand rising and falling with regularity as he alternated between his salad and the rest of his sandwich. Pia concentrated on blowing away the clouds of steam while savoring small pieces of the artisan bread Luke had brought back to the table.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked over and noticed Luke was no longer eating with his right hand, though the left hand continued to hold the tiny coffee cup. His hand pushed her thighs apart and caressed her left thigh upwards towards her steamy center. Luke could literally feel the heat rise from her as he rubbed the thigh in small circles until he reached to top of her mons. He rubbed the fleshy triangle up and down before using his middle finger to coax her clitoris out of hiding. Pia gasped and lurched forward causing her fork to clatter off her plate and onto the table.
“You are not to give any indications of our activities here or I will stop completely,” he hissed. Pia could only nod mutely as she struggled for breath. His fingers had now traveled downwards exciting the flesh of her labia. He took his time stroking each lip between his fingers, before slowly pulling them apart to expose her sticky center. Pia’s chest heaved and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he inserted a finger into her molten core. He slid his finger in and out of her several times before beginning to thumb her nubbin. Pia’s vision began to blur as she gripped the sides of the table, her legs spread wantonly under the darkness of the back corner booth. In went another finger, and he began to add a slight twist to his wrist on the withdrawal; the effect almost sent her over the edge. She was now holding the table so tightly, her movements threatened to topple the floral arrangement, its heady scent snaking up her nostrils as she greedily snorted in ecstasy.
Luke could feel her legs tense up, a sure sign she was nearing her peak. He increased the speed of his hand, her nipples rubbing against his outstretched arm. Pia removed her right arm from the table, reaching down between her legs to cover his hand with hers.
“Uh uh…you don’t get to touch yourself.” She moaned in reply. “I said no noises!” Just then his cell phone rang. He continued stroking her pearl with his right thumb as he reached into his breast pocket with his left to retrieve the phone. He looked at the caller ID then pressed the button to answer.
“Hello? Yes, that’s right.” He looked at her and mouthed the words, ‘I have to take this,’ before withdrawing his hand and rising from the booth. He turned and went out the back door to the outdoor patio area.
Pia exhaled sharply in disbelief. She had almost been there, just a few seconds more and…she slowly closed her legs and looked around. A mother with two small children was staring at her curiously, but Pia didn’t care. She was probably jealous. Pia reached out to take a sip from her mineral water. ‘What was taking him so long?’ she complained inwardly.
She heard her phone vibrate. She took it from her purse and looked at the display. ‘Come outside to the patio,’ the text read. Pia smiled slightly before standing and smoothing the skirt of her dress. She tucked her purse beneath her arm and sashayed out to the patio. Luke was standing between two potted trees at the balcony railing overlooking the downtown skyline. He turned upon hearing her approach on the pebbles. He was still speaking to his business associate on the Bluetooth. He beckoned her closer.
Pia walked over to him, melting into his arms before he spun her around to point out several buildings on the horizon. He moved over behind her and enveloped her in his arms, his body providing welcome warmth from the cold winter wind. They were all alone on the outdoor area due to the weather.
“Well, I think we need to act quickly to maximize our profits…” Luke continued to instruct as his hands began to roam over her breasts. He stopped to reach inside the bodice of her dress and cup her left breast, kneading it greedily. Pia swayed back slightly, leaning against his strong form. He began to hitch up the skirt of her cashmere wrap dress with his right hand and nudged her pumps apart with his own. He removed his left hand from her breast and she heard the zipper of his trousers make that familiar noise. Luke applied pressure to her back pushing her slightly forward on the railing. Pia braced herself with her hands and arched her back as Raj sprang to life smacking her in the backside.
“Some losses are inevitable, but ultimately, the market will continue its present growth…” Luke grabbed her by the hips and planted himself into her up to the hilt, his sudden action eliciting a widening of her eyes as Pia began to cum immediately. She shuddered as a series of moans escaped her lips, causing Luke to smack her sharply on her backside as he cleared his throat to cover the noise.
“Our shareholders will ultimately see the wisdom of swift action once the dividends start rolling in…” He began to move slowly within her. Pia regained control of herself and reached down between her legs to caress his testicles as they lightly slapped against her ample ass. It was his turn to stifle a moan as he struggled to maintain focus on his conversation.
“Stop it!” he hissed as beads of perspiration began to form along his forehead.
“What’s that you say?” his business colleague inquired with confusion.
“Oh, nothing,” Luke explained. “So as I was saying…” He grabbed both of her hands and pinned them behind her back in his left hand as he continued spanking her ass. He now added a bit of a lift at the end of his upstrokes; they had the effect of grazing the tip of Pia’s hungry clit. He added to the stimulation as he reached around her belly to stroke her in counterpoint to his thrusts. He tugged at her arms bringing her up slightly giving him access to the tender flesh of her exposed neck. The skin was slightly red from the cold; he quickly intensified the flushing as he began suck the area near the hollow of her neck. He licked upwards until he reached area just below her earlobes.
Pia felt her nipples harden even more as the friction of her brassiere teased them to attention. Luke began to blow on the heated skin, the contrast of the cool air and his sucking on her earlobe sending her over the edge. Pia bit her lip and cried out, her cunt beating like the wings of a butterfly against his steely manhood. Luke released her arms and with a final thrust began to spill his seed inside her, his liquid heat contained inside the sheath encasing his prick. Pia’s arms flew forward just in time to catch her falling body against the railing. Her chest still heaving, Luke stepped backwards, his wingtips crunching against the pebbles.
He peeled off the condom and began stuffing himself back into his pants, the skin of his cock still sticky and sensitive.
“Right, I understand that. Our job is to make them understand that…I don’t care, you need to make it happen!” Pia slowly stood upright and smoothed down the soft knit dress, grateful she hadn’t worn the pencil skirt she had originally chosen for today. She rearranged her breasts in her bra, making sure the lace trim wasn’t showing, as Luke concluded his conversation. “…I’ll expect an update before the end of the day, no excuses.” With that, he rang off and tossed the rubber into the oversized terracotta planter that doubled as a refuse container. Some unsuspecting busboy or cleaning lady would be in for a surprise later today. Her own juices slowly ran down her inner thighs; Luke firmly cupped her ass, lifted her left thigh up, found the opening in her skirt, and placed his fingers between her legs. He scooped up the nectar with three of his fingers, licking them clean before adjusting Raj to sit more comfortably in his lair.
“You were a very bad girl. You almost made me lose my composure, and that was a very important phone call.” Pia gave him a wicked smile as she led the way back into the deli. “You’ve spoilt my suit!” he exclaimed, looking down at the wetness coating the zipper of his trousers.
“Well, you’ve spoilt my cunt, just ruint me for any other man. But you already know that don’t you?” Luke just smiled knowingly, as he left a generous tip on the table, grabbed her arm, and steered her out the front door.
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“I got one, I think I got one!” Pia heard her son yelling. Seth jumped up holding his fishing pole and excitedly yelled to the other boys to come to his side. Luke went over to help him as the fish began to pull strongly on the line, bending it into a parabola. Pia smiled as her son began to spool in the line little by little under Luke’s patient tutelage. The sun shone brightly through the trees as the breeze sang. She was glad they had come.
(to be continued…)
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