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“Midnight Secrets” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote involving forbidden love and secret sexy time. I don’t know exactly what it inspired it, but it captures some of the best elements of romance and sex appeal. Enjoy!

It was just ten minutes until midnight. For every other student at Mighty Spirit Divinity School, it meant dead silence and deep sleep. That wasn’t just the norm. That was the rule and it was strictly enforced by a legion of teachers, nuns, and security personnel. For Zachery Barns, though, the rule was merely an obstacle and one worth breaking.

“It’s time,” he said in a voice so quiet that only the angels of Heaven could hear him.

Wearing only the black cotton pants and bland white shirt that all boys had to wear, he slipped out of his bed and put on a pair of dirty loafers he had next to his dresser. He briefly checked on his roommate, Herb, who was fast asleep. He might have been faking, but he kept his eyes closed and didn’t dare glance in his direction, assuring Zach that he was in the clear.

There was an unwritten rule at the school, one that everyone learned after the first week. The Mighty Spirit Divinity School had one of the strictest discipline policies in the state. The running joke was that they micromanaged students so much that their preferred form of worship involved mimicking God’s omnipotence. It was a good thing that the administrators weren’t divine because their record was anything but perfect.

“I owe you one, Herb,” Zach said.

If, by some chance, he was still awake, he hoped his roommate got the message. He’d done the same for him, just as many others were expected to do. Thanks to the staff being so strict, but so mortal, it wasn’t that rare or difficult to get around their uptight policies. Zach knew multiple classmates who’d snuck beer into a dorm, shared heavy metal music that the headmaster deemed Satanic, and gotten around the school’s elaborate internet filters.

To achieve those minor acts of deviance, students and roommates alike exercised a policy of see-nothing, hear-nothing, and say-nothing. Even if someone suspected something was going on, they were expected to actively maintain their ignorance. That was the only way they could avoid getting caught and not have to lie to anyone.

That worked fine for simple forms of deviance. However, there was nothing simple about what Zach intended to do. The risks were greater, the price was higher, and getting caught meant instant expulsion and a very unpleasant phone call to his parents. Despite all that, he didn’t hesitate for a second to take that chance.

“Here I come, my love,” he said, once again making his fateful choice.

With the utmost tact, Zach slipped out of his dorm room, made his way down the darkened hall, and descended a flight of stairs. At that point, he couldn’t pretend he just had to go to the bathroom if he got caught. As soon as he entered the first-floor corridor, the risks became real.

Still moving swiftly and quietly, he navigated the darkened halls to the library. Getting out of the Golgotha Dorm before midnight involved more than just sneaking out the back door. There were security guards placed at all entrances. While most were just off-duty cops hired to keep an eye on things, they had incentives to catch rule-breakers. That was why anyone looking to get off campus had to escape through a window.

“Five more minutes,” Zach said to himself. “Just five more minutes and I’ll see her.”

His heart raced at the prospect, more so after he slipped out of the oversized window and onto the wet grass outside. It had rained earlier that day and the skies were still cloudy. Zach didn’t care, though. In fact, cloudy skies and no moon only worked to his advantage. He saw that as a divine signal that he would be forgiven by God for doing what he did, even if the school didn’t.

Once outside, the young man and former track star sprinted across the grass, purposefully avoiding the concrete paths and the street lights that illuminated them. Like an escaped criminal evading the police, he weaved his way through the row of dormitories that occupied the south end of the campus.

Eventually, he reached a large gate that separated Mighty Spirit Divinity School from the heavily wooded areas the separated the school from the nearby town of Milestone. That was the destination for most young men in his position, seeking a taste of unholy freedom. That wasn’t Zach’s destination, though. He sought somewhere even more sinful.

“Four minutes,” Zach said, eying the fence as though it were a monster that needed slaying.

With growing determination, he scaled the fence with ease, not caring about any dirt or mud he got on his clothes. He intended to trash them anyways and claim he dropped them in a puddle if anyone asked. He refused to think that far ahead, though. Once on the other side, he focused only on his ultimate destination.

“I’m coming, Angel,” he said, no longer muting his voice.

He sprinted forward again, moving even fast than before. He followed a narrow path, one that both he and dozens of other students had carved before. They called it “the sinner’s trail” because of where it led them and what they did when they reached the end. Zach hated that name. He didn’t consider what he was about to do sinful. His brain said otherwise, but his soul always reassured him.

With each urgent step, navigating piles of mud and thorny bushes, Zach drew closer to his destination. It was so dark, relying only on the distant lights from the school and the town of Milestone. Having made this deviant journey before, his eyes adjusted quickly. He didn’t need to see through the darkness. He just needed to get far enough to see one particular sign.

Time seemed to speed up with each step. It was like running straight into the bowels of Hell, but God help any demons or devils that dare got in his way. Nothing was going to keep him from his love. Neither Hell nor Heaven could keep him apart from his angel.

Finally, after what felt like a sprint across the world, he saw it.

“There!” Zach said into the night. “Angel…I can already feel you.”

It pierced the night like a divine spark. A small light from a large, solar-powered lantern hung from a tall tree in a clearing not far from the Uptown Creek. To get to that clearing, he had to step off from the sinner’s trail and cut through some thick vegetation. He’d endured more than his share of guts and scrapes, but the sting was well worth it.

Once he made it into the clearing, the secret sanctuary, as he called it, came into view. To anyone else not as driven as Zach, it looked like a run-down old cabin that someone had abandoned several years ago. To him, it might as well have been a slice of Heaven.

“I’m here,” he said finally stopping to catch his breath, “and with a minute to spare.”

Despite his lungs aching and his legs burning, he made his way up to the cabin. It was dusty and decrepit, having no electricity or running water. It used to have gas, but even that had been turned off. Significant undergrowth covered half of it and the wood had already begun to rot in some areas.

How it looked didn’t matter, though. The structure was still intact. The walls were still upright. That was all he needed…that, and the loving presence that awaited.

“Angela? Angel, I’m here!” Zach called out.

Fighting through fatigue and adrenaline, he approached the front door, which barely worked due to the rusted hinges. He still managed to get it open, revealing an interior that reeked of dust, dead leaves, and mildew. Through that ugly blight, though, the most beautiful voice emerged.

“Zach…is that you?” it said through the thick darkness.

“It’s me, Angela,” Zach said. “Who else would run through the mud this late just to see you?”

As soon as he uttered those words, a couple of lights turned on to pierce the darkness. They came courtesy of a couple of battery-powered candles, the kind that did just enough to keep the cabin looking abandoned while still illuminating the beautiful figure before him.

No matter how many times Zach made this devious trip, her presence astonished him to no end. Angela Carpenter, the daughter of a prominent preacher and a Sunday School teacher, was the kind of woman who could make Hell shudder and Heaven take notice. She face that might as well have been forged by divine forces, a smile that would’ve melted the heart of Satan himself, and a figure that could tempt even the holiest of souls.

“I’m convinced. It’s you!” Angela said.

“Good. Can I convince you to kiss me, now?” Zach said playfully.

“I’ll save you the trouble this time.”

With a grin that empowered his soul, she rushed over to him with an excitement that defied the late hour. Shaking off his own fatigue, he met her several steps from the door, welcoming her into his loving embrace as she threw her arms around his neck, practically jumping him on the spot. When their lips met in a deep, powerful kiss, Zach swore it tasted better than all the fruits of Eden.

“I missed you…so much,” he told her, already breathless.

“Me too,” she told him.

The way she kissed and clung to him, anyone would’ve been forgiven for thinking they hadn’t seen each other in ages. In reality, they’d seen each other three weeks ago. It still might as well have been three centuries. That was how long it felt whenever he and Angela were apart.

She was the kind of woman who attracted saints and sinners alike. It was probably for that very reason that her pious parents decided to homeschool her, carefully managing her life and her education the same way the administrators at Mighty Spirit Divinity School did for its students. The only way he knew her was because her father regularly preached at the school and she often visited with her mother, giving church-approved health lectures.

Angela could’ve connected with anyone and won their heart. By whatever fate or divine will, though, she connected with him. It started with a simple conversation during a fundraiser. That quickly turned into flirting, which in turn became a forbidden affair, one that neither her parents nor the school would approve of.

That did little to stop them. Through texts and emails from secret accounts, they fell in love. He – the youngest of five half-siblings from a broken home – fell in love with a young woman whose life had been guided by quasi-divine decrees from her parents since birth. The nature, extent, and passion of that love soon escalated to a level their respective peers might call sinful. Zach preferred to think he and his love turned sin into something uniquely holy.

He and Angela lingered in their holy embrace, kissing and holding one another with an energy more powerful than any barrier that had kept them apart. As he tasted her luscious lips, he carried his love deeper into the cabin. Along the way, she partially released her hold on him, returning to her feet. When their lips finally parted, if only because of the need to breathe, she stopped just next to the electric candles.

“Zach,” Angela told him, a hint of desperation in her tone. “We don’t have much time.”

“Isn’t that always the case?” he quipped.

“More so than usual, I’m afraid,” she said. “My father has become a lot more…paranoid lately.”

That’s never a good sign, especially for a man of faith.”

“I can’t say I blame him. Last week, he found out my neighbor’s daughter, Ellen, is pregnant.”

“Ellen?” said Zach. “Isn’t she that sweet sixteen-year-old girl who’s friends with all the nuns?”

“The very same,” she affirmed. “Turns out, she hooked up with some older guy she met a bake sale of all places. They tried to keep it secret, but…”

Her words trailed off. Zach didn’t need to know the details. He could figure it out and surmise the implications.

Milestone wasn’t the most devout town in the world, but when sin happened so close to a famous preacher’s home, he was bound to take notice. He could see the worry in his love’s eyes, the extent of her father’s reaction. He could only imagine the lengths she’d gone to in order to get away on this cold night. The fact she still made it showed the breadth of her love.

“He’s been a little extra fiery in his sermons lately,” Angela went on. “About 80 percent of what he preaches now involves sex, lust, and why it’s so sinful. I’m worried he’s this close to fitting me for a chastity belt.”

“Would that stop you from wanting to see me like this?” he asked her.

“God no,” she replied without hesitation. “I’ve been extra careful lately, staying out of his way and smiling like a good girl. In my private moments, though, I think about us…and sometimes I do more than just think.”

A wide grin formed on his face. Only a woman like Angela could speak with the grace of an angel, but still manage to sound sexy. She even managed to make sexy sound more alluring than any sin. She didn’t hide the fact that she often took extra-long showers back home, taking time to touch herself in ways no pious priest would approve.

Those thoughts and the mental images they conjured helped Zach in his private moments as well, but thoughts only went so far. Despite all the forces working against them, they were together now and Angela looked intent on making the most of that.

“So what are you thinking now?” Zach asked, trying to sound at least half as sexy as her.

“I’m thinking we shouldn’t waste a single moment together,” she said, now grasping his shoulders. “If we’re going to pursue our love like this, then let’s make the most of it…literally and figuratively.”

As if to prove her point, Angela briefly slipped out of his embrace and stepped back. Then, she removed the dirty white T-shirt she’d been wearing, which she’d probably worn to bed earlier that night. She had no bra underneath so once it came off, Zach got a perfect view of her wonderfully round breasts.

As he stood in awe of her exposed upper body, she also slipped out of her pink cotton pants as well, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing underwear either. She must have known they would need to make their love with extra urgency tonight and had prepared accordingly. Now fully naked, his love’s feminine features exposed in all their glory, Zach’s passions went into overdrive.

“Hurry, my love!” she told him. “Get undressed. Let’s make that love here and now!”

“Angel, I can’t think of anything I’d rather pursue,” Zach said.

Treating it like a request from the Almighty, he took off his shirt as quickly as he could. Before he could even throw it to the floor, Angela reached for the hem of his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, boxer shorts and all.

Upon stepping out of his loafers, he felt the cool, muggy air of the late night surround his naked body. He immediately sought his lover’s warmth, who once again embraced him and captured his lips in another kiss. It was even more intoxicating than before, the added feel of her smooth skin making contact with his. The way her breasts pressed up against his chest and the way her butt felt in his hands helped elevate his passions for her.

As the embrace deepened, they collectively made their way to the corner of the cabin where an old mattress waited them. It was hard, uneven, and covered only in a set of old white bedsheets that Angela’s mother threw away several months ago. That didn’t matter, though. It didn’t have to be neat or comfortable. It just had to support the weight of two eager lovers in desperate need of a greater intimacy.

Their lips and tongues entwined, Zach summoned his strength and lifted her up off the floor. Angela, now holding onto his shoulders as though they were the edge of a cliff, instinctively threw her legs around his waist so he could hold her up by her butt. Now fully in his loving arms, he laid her on the bed adopt the wrinkled sheets.

“Zach,” she gasped as he kissed down her neck, “such a strong, loving man.”

Now on top of her, their bodies enmeshed by both gravity and desire, he felt even more motivated to express his love to his angel. He learned early on that Angela responded intensely to men who actively demonstrated their strength. In the pious world they lived in, men were supposed to exercise restraint and humility. He could easily see why that would be so arousing to someone like her.

Zach made full use of that kink of hers, playing a more active role in turning their love from feelings to actions. Once settled on the bed, he led a fervent make-session, complete with tongue-heavy kissing and heavier petting. He felt up the full length of her feminine curves, tracing his hand from her lower thigh to her face. She responded with equal intent, eagerly raking her fingers over the sinews of his back, shoulder, and arms.

Together, he and Zach created an aura of heat that made the poorly-vented cabin feel like a sauna. They also helped accelerate the desire. On most other nights he would’ve dedicated more time to such foreplay, but having taken his love’s words to heart, he opted to step up his efforts.

“Lie back, my angel,” he whispered into her ear. “Let me show you how strong my love is for you.”

She replied with only a soft purr, but it got the point across. Lying back on one of the two pillows they had on the bed, Zach kissed her on the lips again before trailing his lips down her neck. From there, he ventured further down her body, making his way past her breasts, over her hardened nipples, and down her toned abdomen. Upon reaching the area just above her pussy, Angela immediately spread her legs.

“God, I want this,” Angela moaned.

“I can tell,” Zach said with a smirk. “I intend to give it to you.”

Putting his hands on her inner thighs, he held her legs open as he began eating her pussy out. She was already aroused, her outer folds wet with feminine juices. He’d been told by many male peers in private that it took a lot to get most women in the mood. Then again, Angela wasn’t most women. She was his angel.

Like a man on a holy crusade, Zach gave her oral sex, using his lips and tongue to stimulate her tender flesh. Angela’s heavenly moans soon filled the cabin, a sound that echoed with her growing desire. It didn’t matter that their surroundings were dirty and the lighting was limited. He loved going down on his angel. He loved the taste of her pussy. It was the true forbidden fruit, so succulent and delicious.

As he licked and teased her lady parts, Zach felt his own arousal grow as well. It had become a kink of his own. Giving his love oral sex made his dick hard, more so than any illicit picture he could download from the filtered parts of the internet. That sexy quirk perfectly complemented Angela’s, which made achieving a level of mutual arousal that much easier.

“Are you ready, Angel?” he asked, looking up from her pussy that was now so hot with desire.

“Yes!” she gasped. “I’m ready, Zach! Please…I want you inside me.”

Heeding the call of his angel, Zach ceased his oral teasing and got back on top of his lover. Her legs remained spread, now hitched around his waist to draw him in. As her loving gaze locked onto his, he aligned his body with hers. Then, with a strong thrust of his hips, he pushed his rigid manhood up into her waiting womanhood.

“Zach…my love!” she cried out.

“Angel,” he said while caressing her face.

The hot sensations of his flesh merging with hers fill his body. Empowered and impassioned by such feelings, Zach began making love to her as much as any man could for an angel.

Digging his knees and feet hard into the faulty mattress, he began moving his body with hers. Again, he set the tone, establishing a strong, steady rhythm. His dick slithered effortlessly within her hot flesh, their naked skin gliding together with each motion. It created even more intimate heat that ignited the brisk night, transforming their sinful liaison into a heavenly experience.

“Oh God! Oh my God! Zach…ooh Zach!” she moaned. “Do me…feel me…make love to me!”

“My angel…my sweet, sexy angel!” Zach said to her.

As their bodies moved together, they kissed and touched as only two lovers could. She always made it a point to feel over every masculine contour, from his face to his chest to his butt. He often did the same, committing every inch of her flesh to memory with his hands and his lips. They had to be especially thorough tonight, given the forbidden nature of their love.

That meant making every touch, thrust, and affectionate gesture count. With that in mind, Zach pushed the limits of his sexual endurance with his angel. Together, they rolled around atop the tattered mattress, making love in various positions, not caring which were considered sinful by the church. She got on her hands and knees so he could thrust into her from behind. She got on top of him and rode his cock like an unrepentant temptress. He even laid her down on her side and took her from behind, allowing him reach around and fondle her clitoris, which he knew she loved.

“More! Make love to me more, Zach!” she kept saying in between.

He continued to oblige, never once losing focus on his angel. The way she moaned and gasped a few times, Zach was fairly certain his angel had climaxed more than once. Angela once said that being the sheltered daughter of a preacher meant having a lot of pent up energy, as she called it. As such, it did not take much to make her orgasm. She claimed having to do so much in private made her extra efficient.

In any case, her cries of euphoria helped fuel his own pursuit of bliss. Always one to make their sex memorable, Zach made sure to maximize the total experience. Even with time, circumstances, and possibly divine forces working against them, he still worked his way towards a powerful climax.

“I’m close, Angel! I’m so…so close!” he grunted, his body aching for his release.

“Me too, my love,” she told him. “Come…let’s share it together.”

Fittingly enough, they were in the position that required the most strength. Propped on his knees in the center of the mattress, his lover’s legs arched over his arms as she held onto his neck, he eagerly bounced her up and down his cock. She supplemented his every motion, really working her tight folds along the length of his manhood. Between his strength and her dedicated effort, they achieved the kind of release that was nothing short of divine.

“Ohhh Angel!”

“Ohhh Zach!”

It hit like a lightning bolt, striking him in the depths of his core and spreading rapidly in all directions. In an instant, their bodies froze. He dug his nails into her hips while she did the same to his neck. In that moment of pure ecstasy, they climaxed.

He wasn’t sure if their orgasms were simultaneous, but it must have been pretty close. Waves of intense, powerful pleasure surged through his body in conjunction with his sexual release. He felt his member throb inside her, his cum mixing with her juices. It was a perfect blend of physical intimacy with emotional intimacy. Gazing at his angel, her face almost as sweaty as his, the line between love and bliss disappeared.

“I love you,” he said to her.

“I love you too,” his Angel told him.

“No matter what keeps us apart…divine or otherwise…I’ll find a way to love you.”

“And I’ll find a way to embrace it.”

Giving him another one of those beaming smiles, she kissed him and he kissed back. As their naked bodies settled from their shared orgasm, they laid back down on the mattress and cherished their embrace. Zach understood as much as her that there were a lot of forces working against them. However, the fact they had to go to such lengths just to express their love made him all the more certain that it was as blessed as anything in Heaven.

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“The Mechanic” A Sexy Short Story

6cb1d8e6a4af87d5ab5e22811801b66dThe following is a sexy short story I wrote that involves car troubles, sexy mechanics, and a bad day that becomes a great day. I got the idea while dealing with some car troubles of my own. I hope the inspiration shows. Enjoy!

“God damn this piece of shit car!” exclaimed Sadie Harper at the top of her lungs.

It was official. The past four hours had been the worst of her adult life, including the time she threw up at her best friend’s wedding. In a fit of anger, she hit the hood of the butt-ugly coupe that left her stranded on the curb of the highway just hours after sunset and with storm clouds rolling in. It felt like every conceivable force in the universe had conspired against her.

“Why now of all times? Why are you doing this to me?” she groaned, kicking the tire of her car in a fit of rage. “It’s not enough I splurged five hundred bucks on new tires. Now…at a time when I just wanted to fucking get away…this happens. What the fuck did I do to deserve this?”

Sadie would’ve started crying if she weren’t so pissed. She ended up leaning over the hood of her car, catching her breath and clinging to whatever sanity she had left. It didn’t help that she heard more thunder in the distance. It was going to start pouring rain at any minute. She could feel it. That would act as a frustratingly fitting cap to the terrible day she was having.

That day was largely the byproduct of an equally terrible week. It started six days ago when she found out that the promotion she thought she’d been promised at the marking company she worked for was given to someone else – someone who happened to be a friend of the Vice President’s sister, no less. She’d made it very clear to her boss that she needed that job because she was still drowning in college debt. She couldn’t remember the excuse he’d given her, but she vividly recalled punching paper towel dispenser in the ladies room.

If that weren’t bad enough, she found out the very next day that her boyfriend of the past two years – the same boyfriend she’d been living with and relying on as she managed her debt, no less – had been cheating on her. It led to a fight that lasted several days, complete with her throwing his laptop out a window, and ended with her moving out.

That scene she made went crawling back to her parents – who she hadn’t gotten along with lately, thanks largely to her moving in with her boyfriend – had been one of the pathetic moments of her life. Even though they let her stay in the basement, they made clear that they weren’t going to solve her problems for her. She had to pull herself out from her rut.

Things finally started looking up when her oldest friend, Jessica, who lived about 300 miles away near the beach, offered to let her stay with her for an extra-long weekend. The goal, according to her, was to decompress. The only obstacle was making that 300 mile drive, but even that proved too much.

“I should stop asking myself these dumb questions,” Sadie said, looking at her reflection in the hood of her car. “I know why I ended up this screwed. I got so lucky early in life. I actually convinced myself that luck and normal were the same thing.”

Holding her head low, Sadie shook her head and groaned. She remembered vividly how her mother used to say that she’d gotten more advantages than most and not just because she inherited her good looks. She’d been in a number of situations – relationships, jobs, and various predicaments – that could’ve easily gone against her. Her mother, who had a gambling problem in her youth, told her that luck always runs out eventually.

Being the arrogant little brat she was, Sadie chose to shrug it off. She still chose to take on huge debts in college. She chose to hook up with a guy who’d cheated on his last two girlfriends. She chose to buy a used car from someone who’d claimed to have given her a huge discount. She’d worked under the assumptions that all of those choices would work out like so many others. Now, it felt like her luck had completely flipped.

“Good looks, good family, a great school…everything just came so effortlessly,” she said. “Any time I wanted a break, I got it. I know luck always runs out at some point. I just wish it didn’t have to happen now.”

The timing really couldn’t have been worse and not just because of the weather. Approximately 150 miles into her trip – the least convenient time to have car troubles, no less – the check engine light in her car came on. At first, she ignored it, hoping it was something minor. Then, she heard a dreadful pop in her engine, causing the car to stall and forcing her to pull over on a patch of unfamiliar highway.

As Sadie lamented her situation, she felt some raindrops on her face. She then looked up at the sky to see flashes of lightning. This was not going to be a simple drizzle and she was not dressed for bad weather. She wore a tank top and jean shorts, having expected to be relaxing at the beach by sundown. Given the state of her car, she’d be lucky to end up anywhere relaxing.

“Rain…figures,” she said. “I swear if I get just one little break now, I won’t take it for granted!”

Sadie kept looking up at the sky, begging whatever higher power might have been listening to grant her some mercy. The rain just fell harder, followed by more lightning. She was ready to accept the fact that there would be no luck coming her way for once.

Then, she heard a loud truck horn honk in the distance. Turning away from the sky, she saw a large tow-truck approaching. It slowed down as it drew near, allowing other cars to pass behind it. When it pulled up to her, Sadie let out her first sigh of relief.

“It’s not much, but I’ll take it,” she said.

The truck pulled over, stopping just in front of her car. As the rain fell a bit steadier, Sadie watched as the driver’s door of the truck opened and a man stepped out. Upon seeing his appearance in the stormy weather, another kind of relief took over.

“Okay, I’ll take that too,” Sadie said, managing a partial grin.

She wasn’t sure whether he was a typical tow-truck driver, but the man was pretty damn attractive. He looked only slightly older than her, wearing a baseball cap that covered long unkempt hair that perfectly matched an unshaven face. He was tall, well-muscled with broad shoulders, and had the kind of rugged disposition most would expect of someone who got his hands dirty for a living.

As he approached her, she could smell a potent combination of sweat, motor oil, and dirt. He was a stark contrast from her ex-boyfriend, who spent as much time grooming himself as any self-conscious woman she’d ever known. Between that and him arriving just before the storm, Sadie found him very attractive.

“Hi! I’m Dave Johns,” he greeted her. “You Sadie Harper?”

“Yeah, that’s me…unfortunately,” she replied with a half-grin. “Thanks for getting her so soon.”

“No problem,” Dave replied with a smile. “In this weather, you got to be quick. You don’t want to be stuck out on these roads during a storm, especially a pretty girl like you.”

She gave him a full grin that time, her first in over a week. Dave sounded like one of those overly polite mid-western, complete with a slight accent and shirt bearing NASCAR logo. He was the kind of guy who probably didn’t go to the same overpriced college she had, which meant he probably didn’t have her crippling debt either. That only made him more attractive.

“Hold tight,” he told her. “I’ll get your car hooked up fast and we’ll be on our way to the nearest repair garage. Whatever’s wrong, they’ll fix it up.”

“I hope you’re right,” she said, still smiling. “I’ve had such a god-awful day…and a god-awful week, for that matter. My car breaking down is just the icing on the cake.”

“A breakdown never helps anything,” he said. “I just hope your week wasn’t too bad.”

“Well, I lost out on a big promotion, fell even further behind on my college debt, found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, had to move back in with my parents, and broke down 150 miles from my nearest friend. On top of that, I’m pretty sure the repair bill for this car will ruin my credit forever so. Depending on your standard for bad, I’d say I’m pretty damn close.”

Dave looked over at her from the car and gave her an astonished look. He might not have believed her at first, but Sadie had always been a lousy liar. Between her tone and her demeanor, she made it abundantly clear that she was not exaggerating. Her week had really been that bad.

“Well, by my standards, I say you definitely exceed them,” Dave said.

“And given my current streak of luck, it’ll probably get worse before it gets better,” Sadie sighed, “which is why I apologize ahead of time if I act like a total bitch from here on out.”

“That’s all right. Nobody is in a good mood after their car breaks down. I understand.”

“I appreciate that, Dave, but I’m not sure I deserve understanding at this point.”

“That’s just your mood talking. Things can turn around fast in these parts. You never know.”

He almost sounded too hopeful. Then again, in an area so remote and far from home, at least someone had to be hopeful. It sure as hell wasn’t going to be her.

Despite the rain picking up, Dave worked fast. He seemed to move with greater urgency as he hooked her car up to the tow truck. In less than five minutes, they were ready to go and just in time too. The rain really started pouring. She was already shivering in her tank top and shorts. She couldn’t get into the truck fast enough.

Once inside, though, her spirits didn’t improve by much. However long it took to get to the nearest repair shop, Sadie expected the day to get worse. For all she knew, the engine was completely shot and she would be stranded, either having to rent a car or stay at a motel. Having barely had enough money for gas and food, she dreaded having to call her parents for a loan.

“Shouldn’t be more than a half-hour to the shop,” Dave told her upon starting the engine. “It’s right next to a strip mall and a motel too, just in case you need to stay the night.”

“Thanks, but that’s probably too fancy for me,” Sadie said, now staring out the window. “Between my credit card balance and that popping noise I heard in the engine, I’ll be begging on the streets for a cardboard box by sundown.”

An awkward silence fell over the truck. Dave was sweet and handsome, but he hadn’t endured the kind of day she’d just experienced. She had already taken so much frustration out on her car. The last thing she wanted to do was take it out on a nice, attractive man who didn’t deserve it.

With howling winds and loud thunder echoing overhead, they started driving. For the first five minutes or so, neither of them said a word. Sadie just rested her head on the window, dreading how much worse things would get before they got better. At the rate she was going, she’d crash face-first into rock bottom before she got another break.

Eventually, Dave broke the silence.

“Just out of curiosity, what kind of popping noise in the engine did you hear?” he asked her.

“I’m not sure,” she replied. “I know as much about cars as I do about rocket ships. I doubt I could make sense of it.”

“So try anyways,” he said. “Was it steady? Like popcorn going off one at a time? Or was it abrupt like a tire blowing out?”

Sadie thought about it for a moment. She wasn’t sure why Dave even asked. She doubted she could even answer correctly at that point. Never-the-less, she made an effort.

“More like the first one, I guess,” she told him. “It was steady. I could feel the engine struggling each time. I thought it might blow up any second.”

“That’s not how engines work,” Dave said.

“On a day like this, I just can’t take chances. When all the good luck you’ve ever had just starts kicking your ass, you just got to assume the worst and brace yourself.”

“That’s…a tough way to live.”

“Which is why I’m already bracing myself,” she said.

Sadie kept staring out the window, not wanting Dave to see the pathetic look on her face. The last thing she needed was to break down in front of a stranger, let alone an attractive man. She was content to remain silent for the rest of the trip if she could avoid then.

Then, after a particularly loud burst of thunder, Dave slowed down somewhat.

“Sadie,” he said. “About four miles up ahead, there’s an old visitors center with an empty parking garage. It’s been closed for a month because of renovation. I doubt anyone is there in this weather.”

“And you’re telling me this…why?” Sadie asked.

“Because that’s the nearest place where I can pull in and check your car,” Dave told her. “From you told me, it sounds like you just got a damaged spark plug. If that’s all it is, then I might be able to fix it right then and there…no expensive repair, no hanging out at the shop, and no bracing for the worst.”

Sadie looked over at the man next to her as though he’d just offered to perform free brain surgery. There was no way she’d just heard right. A man – a total stranger who’d she just hired to tow her car – offered to fix it for her. It sounded like the lucky break she needed, but after the day she had, she remained cautious.

“Really?” she said, trying to contain her fragile spirits. “You…you’d do that for me?”

“Well, the way I see it, you’re having such a bad day and it’ll only get worse until someone or something changes,” Dave told her. “In these parts, we don’t have much control over the something. We do have control over the someone, though. If you can be that someone, then why shouldn’t you try?”

“That sounds way too logical,” Sadie said, “especially to a girl who hasn’t had to try that hard before.”

“Is that a yes or a no? It’s still up to you.”

It sounded like a chance and at a time when pushing her luck seemed like the worst possible recourse, for that matter. Looking at Dave, though – that greasy hair, big muscles, and demeanor – Sadie felt inclined to take that risk, however bad it might turn out.

“It’s a yes!” she said. “I swear, if you can fix my car, Dave…I don’t know how I’ll begin to thank you.”

“Only one way to find out, I guess,” he said with a confident tone that made her heart skip a beat.

The next four miles went by in a blur. Just as he said, there was a visitor’s center along the highway and it was empty, aside from a bunch of construction equipment. Near as she could tell, there was nobody there. On a nicer day, it probably would’ve been swarming with contractors and road workers.

Dave pulled in, accessing a service exit that had been partially coned off. Whether or not that was legal seemed like a relevant question, but Sadie wasn’t about to ask. He then drove the tow truck into the small, two-level parking garage behind the center. It was empty, but out of the rain.

Once inside, Dave went to work once more, showing the same urgency as earlier. He turned off his truck, lowered the crane in the back, and popped the hood of her car. All Sadie could do was stand back, watch, and hug her shoulders in anticipation.

“Just give me a sec,” Dave said. “My buddy back home had a car just like this. He kept that thing running way longer than most. This thing doesn’t even have 100,000 miles on it yet. If it’s in as good a condition as it looks…”

“Please, Dave,” she said, cutting him off, “I’d rather not jinx it.”

“Ah, good idea.”

Sadie began pacing, watching the heavy rain falling in the distance. The winds settled somewhat, but the storm didn’t look ready to let up anytime soon. If Dave couldn’t fix her car, then that would only compound her problems. A great deal of her current situation, misfortune and all, depended on a total stranger – a tall, handsome stranger no less – being able to change her luck.

She didn’t even pretend to know what he was doing whenever he retrieved some tools from his truck. She didn’t keep track of time either, worried that every passing second negatively impacted her chances. She could only wait with baited breath, hoping for the best while still bracing herself for the worst.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dave emerged from under the hood.

“I knew it!” he said. “It was a damaged spark plug.”

“Seriously?” said Sadie with sudden intrigue. “A spark plug? As in only one?”

“Yep!” he said proudly. “And as it just so happens, I got a spare from a set my brother gave me. It ain’t the fancy kind, but it’ll get you running again. You’ll be able to finish your trip and make it back.”

Sadie was speechless. She stood frozen in space, her mouth agape as Dave finished the job. With a demeanor worthy of a triumphant warrior, he retrieved a spare spark plug from his truck. Then, using a couple of tools, he replaced it in just a few minutes. Looking certain of his work, he closed the trunk and used the keys she’d given him to start her car. Much to her relief and amazement, the popping sound was gone. It ran just as well as before, if not better.

“There you have it,” Dave said with an accomplished grin as he tossed her the keys. “The check engine light is gone. Looks like you’re good to go, Sadie.”

“Dave, I…” the young woman stammered, already at a loss for words.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he told her. “It was a little thing…something I just happened to be there to fix.”

“But…I don’t even know if I can pay you,” she said, still frozen in place. “I know I got charged for the tow, but this is just too much! It’s…”

Dave then put his hand up to silence her, still smiling as though he were the lucky one. Something about that just made him even more attractive.

“Before you go calling that luck, just remember that luck only applies when you don’t have a choice,” David said. “I was here, I made that choice, and we’re both in a better place because of it.”

“Both?” she questioned.

“Of course,” he said. “The way I see it, I made my job easier by saving myself a trip to the nearest town. Plus, I fixed a car and helped a pretty lady. In my line of work, that counts as a damn good day.”

He spoke like someone who’d just one the state championship. In Sadie’s world, little things like that didn’t make a good day. There always had to be something more elaborate…something that made a bigger impact overall. By that measure, Dave didn’t achieve much. He just fixed her car. In Sadie’s eyes, though, he’d just saved her soul, her sanity, and everything in between.

Having not forgotten her earlier lamentations, which included a promise to not take lucky breaks for granted, an idea popped into the young woman’s mind as she stood before Dave. It soon led to a choice of her own.

“Dave…thank you.”

Then, in an act that caught him by surprise, for once, she threw her arms around his him, pulled him into a strong embrace, and kissed him hard on the lips. She didn’t care that he smelled like motor oil, grease, and sweat. If anything, that turned her on even more.

Dave was a bit surprised at first, but it didn’t take long for him to start kissing back. It didn’t stop there, though. As she savored his lips with hers, she eagerly pressed her body up against his, communicating a potent mix of gratitude and desire.

“Uh…you’re welcome?” Dave said with an awkward grin as their lips parted.

“Wasn’t done,” she told him. “In fact, I’m just getting started!”

To further her point, she kissed him again, but supplemented it by grabbing his hand and guided it to her breast. She also snuck her hand down over his pants, feeling just over his crotch to help get the blood flowing in the right direction.

A man who’d done that much for her on such a terrible day deserved more than just a kiss and a hug. Sadie was going to make Dave feel as lucky as her. He embraced that luck as much as her, offering no resistance as she led him towards the hood of her car. Along the way, she removed her tank top and bra, which had become too wet for comfort anyway. Once off, she guided both hands to her fleshy mounds.

“Here…feel my tits,” she said, urging him to rub them.

“Dang…those are nice,” Dave said, already sounding drunk on lust.

“Enjoy them while I get you out of those dirty pants!”

That came off as more aggressive and seductive than she’d expected, especially after the day she’d had. It was only fitting, though. Dave made the extra effort for her. It was only fair that she do the same for him.

As he enjoyed fondling her breasts, Sadie made quick work of his belt buckle and jeans. They were loose, dirty, and had multiple oil stains. That didn’t bother her, though. As soon as they were down at his ankles, along with his underwear, she dropped to her knees to focus on his cock. In another striking turn of luck, Dave was very well-endowed.

“Have a seat,” she told him. “Let me thank you properly.”

“Properly…sure,” Dave said with a goofy grin.

Now sitting on the hood of her car, Sadie wasted no time in giving the rugged, mechanically-inclined man the best oral sex she’d ever given. Grasping the base of his shaft with both hands, she hungrily took in his entire length and began sucking, trailing her lips and tongue along his manly flesh.

It was somewhat striking since Sadie didn’t usually put that much effort into giving blowjobs. With her ex-boyfriend, it had just been a necessary part of the process. She didn’t necessarily despise it, but she’d never felt overly eager to suck a dick. That all changed with Dave. She treated sucking his cock with the same urgency as he’d shown with her car.

“Ohhh Sadie!” he moaned. “That feels so good!”

Leaning back on her car, moaning blissfully, encouraged Sadie. His pleasure was a tangible sign that her gratitude was being conveyed, but she still wasn’t done.

As she stepped up the pace of her oral teasing, she undid her jean short and reached into her panties to find that she was already getting wet. In the spirit of the urgency, she fingered her moist folds to accelerate her arousal. She could already feel Dave’s cock throbbing in her mouth. Looking up at him, she sensed he wanted more. Moreover, she wanted to give him more.

Once certain that they were both aroused, she gave his dick one last lick and shot up to her feet. She then pulled her shorts down, panties and all, rendering her naked and exposed in the dank parking garage with the storm still raging outside. Having never had sex outside a bedroom or a living room, something about that feeling just excited her to no end.

“Fuck me, Dave,” she told him. “Fuck me over the hood of my car.”

“That’s…a hell of a way to thank a guy,” he said with a lustful grin.

“It’s not just gratitude. It’s me not taking for granted the lucky turn I’ve enjoyed.”

Whether or not he agreed with her logic seemed irrelevant now. Like a man who’d just won the jackpot, Dave got up from the car and took her in those strong, burly arms of hers. Sadie instinctively jumped him, allowing him to catch her naked body in mid-air. As she smothered his rugged complexion with more kisses, he set her down on the hood of her car, her butt making contact with the wet surface that she’d been angrily pounding with her fist earlier.

Moving with the same intent that she’d shown while giving him oral sex, Dave positioned himself between her legs, holding them wide open as he guided his cock to her wet entrance. As soon as she felt the tip brush against her wet folds, he thrust his hips forward, driving his manly flesh up into her depths.

“Sadie…so hot and tight,” Dave grunted.

“That’s it, Dave!” she told him. “Give it to me! Do it to me!”

Those same powerful hands that fixed her car clung harder to her thighs as he began fucking her, working his hips back and forth, pumping his rigid manhood within her tight depths. Sadie’s body and her world rocked in accord with each movement. There was so much power and strength in his thrusts, each act exuding a kind of unfiltered manliness the likes of which she never experienced at her overpriced college.

It was so hot, his strength projecting into her through their sex. It didn’t matter that the winds from the storm blew through the garage or that the hood of her car was so wet from the rain. It unleashed in Sadie a wild lust that felt so cathartic, especially after the week she’d had.

“Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh Dave!” Sadie cried out through successive moans. “So strong…so tough…I love it!”

Dave replied only with focused, manly grunts. That just sent her instincts into overdrive. At one point, she even reached up, grabbed his dirty shirt, and pulled it off over her head, revealing an ungroomed chest covered in masculine sinews. It was enough to overwhelm her senses to the point of ecstasy, that raw strength and manpower sending her to orgasm.

“I’m coming, Dave! I’m coming!” she cried out. “Please…keep…fucking me!”

When the feeling struck, it coincided with a flash of lighting and a loud round of thunder. That didn’t matter, though. Even the loudest sounds of nature couldn’t mute her cries of ecstasy.

Sadie still arched her back, squeezed her bouncing breasts, and led out the kind of orgasmic moan that she wanted the heavens to hear. The heat that had been building in her core turned to a white hot flame of ecstasy that spread throughout her body, turning the muggy air into an aura of contentment. The way Dave responded, gazing upon her with a mix of awe and affection, made it all the more satisfying.

He slowed down to let her enjoy her orgasm, but did not cease their heated sex. He kept pumping his rigid flesh into her, conveying his strength and his lust with every movement. Sadie gladly adjusted and shifted her body to accommodate his lustful whims, hitching her legs up higher so he could fuck her at a faster pace. She even got on her side at one point so he could fuck her at an angle.

Sadie remained committed to helping her generous, mechanically-inclined companion achieve the same orgasm she’d felt. That eventually led her to being bent over the hood of her car, her breasts pressing right up against the wet surface while he fucked her from behind, holding her left leg up slightly to get in at just the right angle. That seemed to give Dave the room he needed to achieve that same sweet bliss.

“Almost…there,” he grunted in between thrust. “Sadie…gonna come…soon!”

“Good!” Sadie said. “Want to…come on my…tits?”

“Yes, please!” Dave said without hesitation.

Sadie grinned to herself. With the way he’d been fondling her breasts earlier, she surmised he’d enjoy that. She’d learned with her ex-boyfriend how men liked to communicate their sexy quirks. For a man who’d made the worst day of her life memorable for all the right reasons, he deserved nothing less.

After a bit more hard thrusting, Dave promptly withdrew his cock from her pussy and pulled her in closer so that his dick was aligned with her tits. Sadie, now gazing up at him with her most seductive glance, mashed her breasts together as he aimed his cock at her fleshy mounds.

In the midst of another round of thunder, the rugged man let out a deep moan that echoed throughout the garage as he released a thick load of cum onto her tits. It was messy, chaotic, and everything she used to avoid with her ex-boyfriend. Somehow, that made it all the more satisfying.

“A good man deserves more than luck,” Sadie found herself saying. “It’s the choices of others that make him feel lucky!”

She wasn’t sure whether he heard that, his face awash in pleasure from his orgasm. It still felt like something that needed to be said. She helped further her point by giving his throbbing cock a few more sensual licks, making sure his manly juices didn’t go to waste.

Now breathing heavily and awash in contentment, the Dave’s legs gave out and he sat down on the hood of the car. Her breasts still covered in his cum, she sat next. Now leaning on each other for support, they lingered there, naked and alone in a dirty garage with a storm raging all around them.

After so many things going wrong over the past week, it felt like more than another lucky break. It felt like a moment of clarity, one that came courtesy of an incredible, not-to-mention handsome man who’d made her day with a simple choice. The fact they had great sex was just a nice bonus.

“Now…can I say you’re welcome?” Dave said with a playful grin.

“Sure, Dave,” she said with a beaming grin. “I think I’ve thanked you enough for fixing my car.”

“Lucky me, eh?” he joked.

“Ha! Lucky indeed.”

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“Loving Freedom” A Sexy Short Story (On The 4th Of July)

9040dd3143052b8d1ed9ae6308b130e8Greetings, and Happy 4th of July! I hope everyone has a chance to sit back, cook up some food on the grill, and enjoy a fireworks show wherever you are. In the spirit of celebrating this day of freedom and Independence, I’ve crafted a sexy short story to celebrate all things sexy and free. Enjoy!

“Looks like the show’s about to begin, Betsy,” said an excited Sam Washington.

“You are talking about the fireworks, right?” quipped his beautiful wife, Elizabeth “Betsy” Washington.

“And what if I’m not?” he retorted coyly.

“I’d be relieved,” she quipped, “because for us, the fireworks are never the best part of the 4th of July.”

Sam’s grin widened as he sat next to his wife of five years atop a large blanket on the isolated hilltop not far from their house. It was an isolated, remote area that few knew about and for good reason. He and Betsy made it a point to keep the place hidden. In the heart of middle America, it was their own slice of personal freedom.

That place gained even greater importance on 4th of July. As it just so happened, the top of the hill overlooked Liberty Lake Park, a vast island of grassy open space surrounding a lake. Every summer, hundreds of people descended on to docks to unload boats, jet skis, and everything else they needed to enjoy the mid-summer heat. The biggest crowds always gathered near the docks for the annual fireworks show.

It was one of the biggest in the state, boasting every year how it could light up the entire night for a brief, but memorable spectacle. It was extra special to him and Betsy because their first date had taken place during the 4th of July seven years ago. On that night, they started a tradition that they had cherished ever since.

“I even hear they brought in extra material from upstate,” Betsy added. “My sister’s old roommate says they brought in some fireworks from the baseball stadium they hadn’t used.”

“Are you telling me this to warn me? Or entice me?” Sam asked her.

“Can it be a little of both?”

“I’m good with either,” he teased. “It’s been a long, hard year for the both of us. I’m ready to just take a step back and celebrate.”

“Me too, my love.”

He smiled at his beautiful wife, her loving gaze building the anticipation. The stage was set. They’d just finished a round of freshly-grilled burgers, chips, and corn on the cobb. With full stomachs and a couple of beers in them, Sam was ready carry on that tradition. His beautiful wife in his arms, the fireflies already buzzing in the diminishing twilight, they anxiously watched the cloudless sky in anticipation.

“Any minute now,” Betsy told him, “and we’ll do plenty of celebrating.”

“I’m ready. America is ready. We’re ready, damn it!” he said with growing patience.

They weren’t going to start until the first round of fireworks went off. That was when the real show began. It made time move painfully slow. It didn’t help that Betsy wore those extra sexy high-cut shorts of hers, along with that red, white, and blue halter top. She claimed she chose that outfit because it was hot and it was patriotic, especially compared to his jeans and sleeveless shirt. Sam knew Betsy well enough to know when she had other, less obvious motives.

The way her long, smooth legs brushed up against him, her soft hands caressing his unshaven face, made the wait unbearable. Sam wasn’t sure the lover or the patriot in him could hold out much longer.

Then, it finally happened. The first round fireworks from the lake shot up into the sky, bursting in a dazzling display of reddish green light. A cheer erupted from the crowd of people gathered around the lake. For a brief moment, he and Betsy gazed up in awe as well.

That didn’t last long, though. As soon as the crisp night sky was illuminated by the display, Sam turned towards his beautiful wife and locked his gaze with hers.

“It’s time,” Betsy said with that all-American sexiness in her voice.

“God bless America!” Sam said eagerly.

With more fireworks going off, they kissed passionately. It started off soft, not unlike the kiss they shared on their wedding day. It quickly escalated, though, deepening into the kind of kissing they’d shared on their honeymoon.

Their lips swirled and their tongues twirled, the love they shared as husband and wife mixing with the lust they felt as two people of heightened passions. It conveyed a perfect blend of affection and desire, one they sought to express under the light of 4th of July fireworks.

“Sam,” she gasped, their lips briefly parting, “take me, you all-American stud!”

He didn’t need to be a loving husband or a former army grunt to heed those words, but they certainly added a sense of urgency. Once again, Sam was going to do it. He was going to make love to his wife under the light and noise of 4th of July fireworks on a muggy summer evening.

Betsy had already gotten ahead of him, kissing him again before pulling his shirt off over his head. He caught up quickly, though, picking his wife up in his powerful arms, earning a delighted laugh in the process, and laying her out on the oversized blanket they’d placed atop the freshly-cut crass. Now on top of her, he kissed her again before trailing his hands up her waist.

“Time get out of these sweaty clothes,” he told her.

“Mmm…it’s too hot for clothes anyway,” Betsy joked.

As the radiant light from the fireworks above illuminated the isolated hilltop, Sam went to work undressing his wife. First, he slid her halter top up over her head, revealing the blue bra she’d worn underneath. As she reached behind to unclasp it, he trailed his lips down her torso while undoing her tight-fitting jean shorts. He could already feel her body writhing with anticipation, conveying a growing desire to go along with the excitement of the spectacle above them.

“Off! Get them off!” Betsy urged.

Sam worked faster, pulling her shorts down her shapely legs, taking her panties off in the process. The moment they came off, Betsy removed her bra, rendering her fully naked. Being out in the open on a hot summer evening didn’t bother her in the slightest. If anything, it brought out an extra sexy side to her that drove him wild.

“Now, it’s your turn!” she said intently.

With the noise of more fireworks erupting overhead, Betsy pounced on him with unfretted energy, kissing him again and turned him over so that now he was on his back. She then hovered over him, letting those perfectly-shaped breasts of hers dangle in her face. She loved showing them off and he loved feeling them in his hands.

As he fell under her seductive spell, kissing down her cleavage and fondling her breasts, she reached down and undid his pants. Having already become very confined, he coordinated with his wife to get them off as fast as the mud-stained denim would allow. Feeling the hot summer air on his exposed flesh was nothing short of liberating, a fitting feeling for the 4th of July.

Now fully naked, alone and in nature together, Sam let his wild side show with Betsy. As the rate and intensity of the fireworks escalated, they engaged in an onslaught of impassioned foreplay. They rolled round on the blanket, the sweat and pollen sticking to their naked bodies. He felt Betsy’s hands roam wildly, pawing and caressing the sinews of his chest. He returned the favor, feeling up the smooth skin of her womanly curves, giving her butt a firm squeeze while still giving her breasts plenty of attention.

Together, they moaned and caressed one another, but much of it muted by the sound of exploding fireworks. That didn’t matter, though. Sam could literally feel the desire growing between them and not just because his erect dick was pressing up against her thigh. While he and his wife had always enjoyed extended foreplay, he hadn’t forgotten that time was a factor when making love during a fireworks show.

“Ready for the real fireworks?” Sam asked over the noise.

“Hell yes!” Betsy said with a beaming smile.

Showing the kind of enthusiasm that could inspire patriotic passions in anyone, she got on top of him again so that he laid flat on his back. She then positioned herself on top of him, getting into an upright position so that her pelvis was perfectly aligned with his rigid manhood. With the fireworks going off in the skies around them, it was an amazing sight, like gazing up at an angel surrounded by exploding stars.

“Just lie back,” she told him. “I’ll put on the real show!”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Sam said with a wide grin.

As a round of bright white fireworks went off behind them, Betsy grasped his sides and lowered her hips, working his rigid manhood up into her waiting depths. Upon feeling her tight, wet flesh around his, they each let out a blissful moan. Once again, it was muted by the noise from the fireworks, but that only served to motivate Betsy.

Fueled by a mix of passion – and the American spirit, as a whole – she began riding his dick in a fury of vigorous motions. She dug her toes into the blanket, tightened her grip on his waist, and gyrated her hips in a skillful display of loving sensuality. The way the hot folds of her womanhood slid along the length of his cock made it feel as though their flesh had been perfectly fitted for one another. It brought with it a steady stream of blissful sensations that seemed augmented by the fireworks displayed in the background.

To Sam, it was ecstasy and love in its purest form. Looking up at his beautiful wife, watching her ride him with such affection and dedication, was truly a sight to behold. The fireworks in the background was just a nice bonus. It made him feel like he had the best seat in the house for any 4th of July celebration.

“Betsy! Ohhh Betsy!” he moaned. “So much…love you…so much!”

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh Sam!” Betsy exclaimed.

Their cries exceeded the noise from the fireworks, a fitting feat for two patriotic lovers like them. Betsy stepped up the rhythm, her breasts bouncing more with each motion. Sam eagerly reached up to touch them, rubbing them with both hands in just the way she liked. He also made it a point to rub her nipples in a certain way. It was one of his wife’s favorite kinks and on such a special night, it was extra potent.

“Oohhh like that! Rub my tits…just like that!” she gasped. “You’re going to…make me…come!”

It worked even better than usual. As Betsy rode him with greater intensity, she placed her hands atop his and supplemented his skilled touching. Sam hadn’t known many women who could achieve orgasm by having their breasts rubbed. The fact he fell in love with someone who did made their sex that much hotter.

Between her riding his cock and him rubbing her breasts, Betsy’s ascension to orgasmic bliss was complete just in time for an extra loud round of fireworks. Sam watched with awe – both in reaction to the fireworks and to his love’s expression of ecstasy – as she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and let out a cry of euphoria to the heavens. As loud as the fireworks were, they didn’t stand a chance against his love’s bliss.

“My love coming on the 4th of July…my favorite spectacle of all,” Sam grinned.

As the orgasmic wave washed over her, he maintained his firm hold on her breasts. She clung to his wrists as well, her body writhing under the onslaught of pleasure. He felt the inner muscles of her womanhood contract around his member, tightly embracing his flesh in accord with her bliss. Every breath echoed with a delight, her naked body glowing even brighter under the light of the fireworks.

“Enjoying your independence, Betsy?” Sam teased.

“Mmm…how American of you,” Betsy said coyly.

Her body still shuddering from the pleasure, she released her grip on his wrists and leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss. Sam eagerly kissed back, embracing his beautiful wife fully under the spectacle in the skies above. However, he also hadn’t forgotten his own desires, nor did he forget the time constraints in which they were operating.

“Ready for the finale?” he asked her.

“Of course…my all-American lover!” Betsy replied without hesitation.

Taking the initiative, as only any former army man could, Sam repositioned their bodies so that he was the one on top. Their flesh never parted, not wasting a moment or motion.

Betsy eagerly adjusted, despite her post-orgasmic state. She spread her legs wider, hooking them around his waist so that the balls of her feet dug into his lower back. His sweaty flesh now meshed up against hers, Sam planted knees and feet firmly on the ground. Then, he buried his face into her neck and began making love to her at the same fervent rhythm she’d established earlier.

“Betsy…oh God, Betsy!” Sam grunted upon feeling that intimate bliss once more. “I want you…want this.”

“That’s it, my love,” she told him. “Make love to me…under the stars…and the fireworks.”

Her loving, affectionate tone somehow found a way to echo over the noise of fireworks in the sky. It might have been a 4th of July miracle or his desire to make love to his wife was just that strong.

Whatever the case, Sam went with it. Like a man on a mission, he worked his body against hers, thrusting and pumping his rigid manhood within his lover’s depths. Every movement brought with it a surge of hot sensations, each bringing him closer to his approaching peak. He had held back before so his wife could enjoy her ecstasy. Now, he sought to share in that feeling.

As that blissful peak approached, the noise from the fireworks got louder. It sounded like the show was at its finale as well, firing off every last mortar and firecracker. Betsy, her chin dug into his shoulder, probably had the best possible view. He could sense her awe, but he still felt like he was part of the real spectacle.

“Betsy…I’m so close,” he gasped. “The finale…so close!”

“I feel it too, Sam,” Betsy panted. “Come, my love. Celebrate with me!”

Armed with his passion and his all-American grit, Sam’s heated movements in lovemaking sent him to the brink. For a brief moment, it seemed unlikely that he would achieve that peak in time for the fireworks to end. In what felt like another 4th of July miracle, he achieved his climax as well.

It struck just as one of the brightest displays from the show lit up the sky, so much so that it illuminated Betsy’s face like the midday sun. As he took in her loving gaze, his hold on her intensified as every fiber in his body was awash in pleasure. White hot pleasure surged from his core, sending ripples of euphoria from head to toe. His manhood throbbed inside her in accord with his release, his sexual fluids mixing with hers in a potent blend of passion.

Throughout that ecstasy, his gaze never diverted from her and hers never diverted from his. In that moment, in that instance of ultimate intimate bliss, they shared a deep kiss to cap off the finale. Fittingly enough, that was the exact moment the fireworks display ceased.

The timing was perfect. As they kissed, they could hear the crowd around the lake cheering the show. It felt like they’d been cheering him and Betsy on as they made love. The probably thought they’d seen the best American spectacle show in the state. They were dead wrong.

“I love you, Betsy,” Sam said, the skies now quiet.

“I love you too, Sam,” Betsy replied with her loving gaze.

“Happy 4th of July, my freedom-loving wife.”

“Same to you, my American stud of a husband.”

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“The Limo Ride” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote that involves Las Vegas, limosuines, and a high-end escorts. It wouldn’t be the first story of nature that I wrote, but this one is a bit shorter and sweeter. Enjoy!

“Over here, Mr. Riverston!”

Joe Riley Riverston, a guy most people couldn’t pick out of a crowd if their life depended on it, heard that voice and was taken aback. He’d just arrived on an early-morning flight to Las Vegas, working on potent combination of minimum sleep and excess adrenaline. He’d planned to pick up his bags and call a cab to the convention center. Then, a tall limousine driver in a neatly-pressed suit called his name out.

“Uh…are you talking to me?” Joe asked, not sure of how many Riverstons there were in Las Vegas.

“Joseph Riley Riverston,” the man said in an overly formal tone, “current department head of product development at Silver Heights Software Corporation’s central campus in Denver, Colorado. Also recently promoted to VP of product launch and marking, if I recall.”

“Okay, that level of detail is only somewhat disturbing,” he said sheepishly.

“May I take your response as confirmation that you are, indeed, the Joseph Riley Riverston I just described?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. I just don’t remember requesting a limo or telling anyone about my recent promotion.”

“That’s because your business associate and brother-in-law, Richard Oak, solicited my services. He also requested that I relay the following message…this is me helping you, Joe. Shut up and go with it.”

Joe, still stressed out and sleep-deprived, shook his head and sighed. That sounded exactly like something Rich would say to him. Hiring a limo without telling him and giving the driver way too many details also sounded completely in character. His brother-in-law was good at a lot of things, especially as head of the marketing department of Silver Heights. Being subtle, though, was not one of them.

The driver, who came off as so polite and professional, just smiled as he held up the sign with his name on it. Joe would’ve loved to castigate his brother-in-law for butting into his professional life again, but it was too early in the morning to get upset. He was also working against the clock.

“All right, then,” Joe said. “I guess you’re my ride to the convention center.”

“And intend to make it a pleasant one, sir,” the polite driver said as he took Joe’s heavy bags. “Mr. Oak was quite insistent that your trip be extra comfortable.”

“I’m sure he was. By chance, did he also tell you how much I hate him butting into my life? Especially my job?”

“That matter did not come up, sir. I’m simply providing the service he paid me to provide.”

Joe rolled his eyes. The driver was too nice a guy to understand why he wouldn’t be as excited about a limo ride in Las Vegas as most. He also doubted that Rich told him that this trip was supposed to be someone else’s job.

It happened so quickly and Joe was still struggling to process everything. Less than a week ago, Silver Heights’ former VP of product launch and marketing was scheduled to fly to Vegas and announce the launch of their latest product. Then, in a sudden shift that caught everyone off guard, she resigned. She didn’t even give a two-week notice.

She didn’t give a reason, but according to rumors, one of Silver Heights’ competitors poached her from their ranks. Rich even told him that they paid her an extra fat bonus to quit in a way that would really throw them off. The amount of profanity that echoed from the executive suites left his ears ringing for days on end.

Joe didn’t think he’d end up getting that job, but since he led the team that developed it, he basically got shoved into the role. That didn’t exactly inspire confidence throughout the company. It certainly didn’t help that Rich was his brother-in-law, having married his older sister several years ago. It didn’t just send a message of blind nepotism. It implied that he wasn’t qualified for the job.

He understood that sentiment and didn’t necessarily disagree with it, at least in full. He still took the job, believing he could pull it off in the long run. He just didn’t expect the stakes to be so high so soon, having to fly to Las Vegas and launch a product that was critical to the company’s success.

“You always loved jumping into a challenge, Rich,” Joe said under his breath, “and you just love having me jump with you. That may work for skiing, but what makes you think it’ll work here?”

Joe kept asking himself that question as he followed the driver out the main doors of the airport and towards the limousine parked along the curb. It was one of many that had lined the road in the early morning hours of Las Vegas. He’d been to Vegas before. It was a 24/7 city where everything had to run at full capacity all the time. It was not exactly consistent with his meticulous, organized style.

“I checked the traffic and the schedule for you, sir,” said the driver as he loaded Joe’s luggage into the trunk. “The early morning rush-hour has already set in and there’s significant activity downtown, due to the ongoing Desert Drive Festival. I estimate it’ll take approximately 50 to 55 minutes to reach the convention center.”

“Too short for a quick nap,” Joe said, “but not nearly long enough for me to get mentally prepared. Figures.”

“I was also informed of the limited timeframe with which you are working, Mr. Riverston,” said the driver, “which is why Rich also paid for some additional luxury that he hopes will prepare you.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what kind of luxury are we talking about here?”

“I apologize, but it is not my place to say. Please enter the vehicle and you shall see for yourself.”

That came off as somewhat ominous, but Joe was in too much of a hurry to make much of it. He assumed that whatever Rich planned for him would give him more reasons to bust his balls when he got back to Denver.

Trying to focus on the task before him, Joe followed the driver to the passenger’s door of the limousine. Still professional in his demeanor and poise, he opened the door. Joe, not giving it much thought, entered in hopes of stretching his tense limbs. That was when he encountered his second major surprise of the morning.

“Good morning, Mr. Riverston,” said a very feminine, distinctly seductive voice. “Your associate, Richard Oak, sends his regards and his appreciation.”

“Whoa,” he said distantly. “Rich, you crazy son-of-a-bitch.”

For a good several seconds – which might have been the most awkward several seconds of his life, thus far – Joe sat in the plush leather seat with his mouth hanging open. Sitting across from him, wearing the kind of attire that seemed out of place for the early morning hours, was a beautiful woman who looked like she’d come from one of Las Vegas’ fanciest strip clubs.

She was like a monument to the city, having bleach blond hair, flawless skin complemented by fancy makeup, a perfectly curvy frame, and breasts that were about as natural as his watch. She also wore a tight-fitting red dress, the kind that looked like it cost a small mortgage payment and rode halfway up her thighs. Everything about her exuded beauty, elegance, and sex appeal. Now, she was his company during his ride to the convention center.

“My name is Cindy,” she greeted, sounding almost as formal as the driver. “I’ll be keeping you company between now and your arrival at the convention center.”

“That’s…very kind of you, ma’am,” said Joe, trying his best not to sound foolish.

“It’s not just kindness, I assure you. I’ve been tasked with preparing you for your speech at the launch ceremony, which – if Mr. Oak’s message is accurate – will commence in less than two hours.”

“He’s right, for once,” he said with an awkward grin, “but just how are you going to prepare me?”

“Settle in, get comfortable, and I’ll show you.”

There was no ambiguity in her tone. It was so overtly sensual that Joe felt the air in the spacious limousine get warmer in an instant. Still in a state of shock, he turned towards back towards the driver, but he’d already shut the door and made his way to the driver’s seat. As soon as he entered and strapped himself in, he pushed a button to raise the window that separated the front seat from the back area.

“I’ll give you and Ms. Cincy some privacy, sir,” the driver said.

“Much appreciated,” Cindy replied. “We’ll be needing it.”

Joe felt his heart jump and his face blush at those words. The implications, along with the way she said them, had so many connotations. At the very least, though, he wasn’t that tired anymore.

As he sat in his seat, trying to process the situation, Cindy got up for a moment and retrieved some drinks. She even leaned over in a way that gave him a perfect view of her ample cleavage, something Joe doubted was an accident. He continued staring, taking in her voluptuous curves as she poured a cocktail in the complementary drink dispenser. The view of her heart-shaped butt was enough to wake any straight man, regardless of the early morning hour.

“I know you must be tense,” Cindy said. “I certainly would if I were in your position.”

“I can only partially believe that,” Joe said under his breath.

“You fly in at the crack of dawn, tasked with doing a job that you didn’t think you’d have to do, and are still expected to do it well.”

“Just out of curiosity, just how much did Rich tell you about my predicament?”

“Enough for me to understand why you’re so tense and why you need specialized care.”

She was so overt with her tone, as though she wasn’t even trying to hide it. For a moment, Joe cursed his brother-in-law again for doing something so outrageous. At the same time, though, he wanted to thank him with all his heart.

Rich knew as well as the rest of his family that he was single. He’d actually been engaged at one point a few years back, but his former fiancé broke it off after too many disputes about their work habits. She thought he worked too much and he thought she didn’t work hard enough. It was a dispute they never resolved, but as time went on, Joe suspected she might have been right to some extent.

After completing the cocktails, Cindy handed him one and sat down next to him. She sat extra close too, so much so that he could smell her perfume, which exuded every kind of sexiness imaginable. Joe almost dropped the cocktail, his hands trembling as he felt her body so close to his.

“Relax, Mr. Riverston,” she said to him. “It’s a light martini, I promise. It’s not going to get you hammered before your big moment.”

“That’s not what worries me,” Joe said.

“Well, I’m here to limit those worries so take a deep breath. Relax. This may very well be the most enjoyable commute you’ve ever had.”

She made it sound so tantalizing. Joe ended up sipping his drink, gulping it down quicker than usual. Even if it wouldn’t get him drunk, he needed something to settle his nerves.

Cindy remained much more relaxed, casually leaning on him as the limousine started moving. It was slow going, just getting out of the airport. They were heading right into the morning rush-hour. Usually, that was the most frustrating part of Joe’s morning. Today, though, felt different.

“A lot of powerful, confident men come through this town,” Cindy said after finishing half of her drink. “I’ve met plenty of them. Seen quite a few of them naked too. In my line of work, you tend to pick up on things along the way…things like whose power is weak and whose confidence is false.”

“Sounds like an interesting kind of work,” Joe commented with an awkward grin.

“It is, for the most part,” she said, “although, it gets downright inane when that false power and phony confidence falter. It tends to separate the men who are genuine from those who are frauds.”

“Oh? Just out of curiosity, what kind of man am I?”

The beautiful woman laughed and smiled, her expression lighting up the limo like the Las Vegas strip. Setting aside her drink, she proceeded to climb onto his lap, snaking her arms around his neck and draping her shapely lags over his thighs. The way they rubbed against him got his blood flowing in directions that he wasn’t used to at this early morning hour.

“Even without knowing your story or why you’re here in Sin City, I’ve got a knack for seeing men for who they really are,” she told him, “and you, Joe Riverston…you’re no fraud.”

“That’s…a relief,” he said, swallowing nervously.

“And it makes my job that much easier,” she said. “I’ve found that when it comes to providing therapeutic company to men, the genuine ones are much easier to work with than the frauds…easier and rewarding.”

Cindy whispered that into his ear as though it were the greatest turn-on in the world. There was no way a woman so beautiful could be that aroused by a man who’d been shoved into a position of power at his job. Even if she were some sort of escort or showgirl, that couldn’t possibly appeal to her. Could it?

Joe wasn’t sure what to think anymore. He ended up gulping down the rest of his drink before locking his eyes on Cindy, not even noticing whether the limo was moving.

“Genuine men don’t always have confidence, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t capable,” she went on. “Some lack the opportunity. Some lack the grit. Some just lack the drive.”

“Well, I’ve got the opportunity part down,” Joe said. “To be honest, it kind of found me and I almost didn’t accept it.”

“And yet, you did,” she pointed out. “You’re here in Las Vegas, you’ve got a chance to do something special with your career, and you wouldn’t have gotten that opportunity if you hadn’t worked for it.”

“Which is ironic,” he said, “because a lot of people say I work too hard.”

“And that’s perfectly respectable, so long as you find a way to balance it out. That’s why places like Las Vegas exist and why women like me have a job.”

That sounded so logical and insightful, something Joe hadn’t expected from an escort/prostitute, if that was what she truly was. The way she rubbed her thigh against his groin, though, causing more blood to flow to his lower body, made him reconsider his expectations.

Whatever her job, she took it very seriously. With a determined glint in her eye, she shifted her body so that she straddled his lap, both knees resting at his side while she held onto his shoulders. Those big, surgically-enhanced breasts of hers were in his face again. It helped him forget his anxiety about the upcoming conference, but supplemented a different kind of tension that was growing by the second.

“If you’re up for it, I’d like to be the one who gives you that balance,” Cindy said. “You’ve worked so hard for everything you’ve had. You should enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

“I…I want to,” Joe found himself saying, “but is that something I should do mere hours before a big conference?”

“I’d argue that’s the best possible time. It’s only when we balance work and play that we can appreciate both. For a genuine man like you, Joe Riverston, I believe it’ll give you the confidence and strength you desire.”

Being the analytical person he was, Joe questioned that approach. However, he promptly ceased such doubts when Cindy pulled him into a deep kiss. As soon as he tasted those sweet, succulent lips of hers, a wave of relaxation and calmness overcame him. All that stress and restlessness he felt earlier just melted away like ice in the desert.

As he settled into that mood, Cindy lightly grasped his wrists and guided them around her waist. Her womanly curves felt so good to touch, as though doing so shielded him from doubts and distractions. As she wrestled her lips with his, she felt him unbuttoning his blue dress shirt. Since he’d been feeling hot anyways – and not just due to the desert heat, for that matter – he didn’t mind in the slightest.

“There’s a strong, confident man in you, Joe,” Cindy said upon placing her hands on his chest. “I can feel it.”

“Yeah…feel it,” he said in his deepening daze.

After removing his shirt completely, Cindy affectionately kissed down his face and neck, slipping off his lap in the process and dropping to her knees. Inch by inch, she tasted his flesh. It felt good, like the touch of an angel healing his distressed state. Eventually, her lips passed by his abdomen and reached the hem of his pants. In short order, showing the skill of a true professional, she undid them with ease and pulled them down to his ankles, boxers and all.

As soon as his dick popped out, it was already semi-hard. Between the stunning presence of this woman and her talented touch, he’d already gotten more aroused than he’d ever been before nine in the morning. She didn’t waste time making use of it either, grasping the base of his member with both hands and sensually trailing her tongue over the tip.

“Oh Cindy,” Joe said, now leaning back further on the plush leather seat.

“You see? Your confidence is already growing!” she teased. “Here, let me help it grow a little more.”

Joe offered no resistance. What she was doing was clearly working, so to speak. He already felt more confident, as most straight men would in the presence of a beautiful woman.

He felt even more when she took the full length of his growing member into her mouth, those sweet red lips of hers making contact with his manly flesh. He let out a deep moan of contentment, a feeling he thought impossible after he boarded his plane several hours ago. Closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the seat, he took in the breadth of the feeling as this beautiful woman gave him oral sex.

“Oh my God!” he moaned. “Cindy…that feels so good.”

“Mmm…feeling more confident, Mr. Riverston?” she purred while stroking his cock.

“Hell yeah!” Joe said without hesitation.

With focused intent, like a professional showing off their skill to rank amateurs, Cindy sucked his dick. Up and down, her lips slid along his length while her tongue slithered around his hardened flesh. That hot, warm feeling that followed send shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, the kind that did much more than relief anxiety.

It also had the effect of getting him fully erect with an efficacy that made Joe rethink his understanding of general male biology. Even his ex-fiancé hadn’t been that effective, even at their most passionate. Then again, she hadn’t been a professional like Cindy.

Flushed with contentment and bliss, Joe opened his eyes and admired the beautiful woman’s work. He softly ran his fingers through her platinum blond hair, enjoying the silky smooth feel. He also noticed pulling down the top part of her dress, exposing those large breasts of hers. After giving his manhood a few thorough licks, she mashed his cock between them, creating that extra tight feeling that sent him to a new level of desire.

“What do you say, Mr. Riverston? Feeling more ready for your presentation?” Cindy asked with a lurid undertone.

“I’m definitely feeling more energized. That’s for sure,” Joe replied with a goofy grin.

“Then, there’s still room for improvement. Lucky for you, I have other skills to help with that.”

Joe didn’t dare speculate on the nature of those skills. He didn’t have to because Cindy showed him.

Like skilled performer putting on a show, she pulled back briefly – while the limousine was still in motion, no less – and turned around. As Joe admired that ample buttocks of hers, she reached behind and zipped her dress. Then, with the grace of an angel and the sex appeal nothing short of divine, she slid it off. In doing so, she rendered herself completely naked.

“My God…Cindy,” Joe gasped.

“Oops! I forgot to wear panties this morning,” she said playfully. “Oh well, it happens.”

Joe would’ve laughed hysterically if he hadn’t been so in awe of the sight before him. Cindy, a woman with a voluptuous body right out of a dirty magazine, was completely naked. She even bent over, as if to give him a better view of her butt. She then turned around, giving him an eyeful of her big breasts and cleanly-shaven pussy. She gazed at him like a woman on a mission, one that involved her being naked and him having a raging boner.

“I’m going to ride your cock now,” Cindy told him. “Then, when you get ready to come, I want you to shoot it on my tits. Understand?”

“I understand,” Joe instinctively said, too dazed to give it a second thought.

“Good! If that doesn’t give you sufficient confidence, then nothing will.”

He had no idea what kind of logic she was using. He was beyond caring, though. He was going to have sex with this woman. That was the only thing on his mind now.

Remaining in his seat, he watched as Cindy crawled back over to him like the perfect embodiment of female sex appeal. Upon reaching him, she reached for something under the seat. It was a condom. She and the driver must have prepared ahead of time. Being a meticulous, organized person by nature, he could respect that.

In short order, she opened the package and put it on over his throbbing cock. Then, she rose up, crawled onto his lap again so that she straddled his waist, and aligned the wet opening of her pussy with the tip of his dick. Joe, lost in her seductive gaze, could only grab onto those toned hips of hers and hold on. With burning anticipation, he braced himself as she lowered her hips, guiding his dick up into her pussy.

“Ooh Cindy!” Joe gasped. “It’s so hot and tight!”

“And you’re so hard and strong,” the beautiful woman purred, now cupping his face with her hands. “Hard, strong, and powerful…and don’t you forget it!”

A part of Joe sensed what she was doing, using sex to make him feel stronger and more powerful than he would have otherwise. Rich must have thought it would help him take on a job he didn’t think he could do. At that moment, though, he didn’t care for the reason. Joe just embraced the power and strength that came with fucking this beautiful woman.

Like a skilled dancer carrying out a routine, Cindy skillfully worked her hips, riding his cock with a focused intensity. There was nothing crude or callous about it. She wasn’t just some whore riding a dick, trying to get a client off. She put actual work into it, another trait that a hard-working man like him could admire. Hard work had always paid off for him, but it had never paid off like this.

“Strong…powerful…so good! Strong…powerful…so good!” Cindy repeated, chanting it like a mantra.

“Oh Cindy!” was all Joe could get out.

Even as the limousine stopped and started, navigating the rush-hour traffic, neither he nor Cindy lost focus. They kept their sex going, establishing a steady, but thorough rhythm. There was no hurry, but there was still a sense of urgency, as though they both sought to maximize their work to get the best possible results. For the work he had ahead of him, Joe couldn’t think of anything more fitting.

As Cindy put in the effort, Joe sought to do his part as well. He showed off his own strength, slipping his hands to her butt and using his arms to guide her gyrations. She really seemed to enjoy that, grinning and purring at his displays of strength. He also elevated his hips slightly, allowing her to ride him at an angle. It helped her really work her pussy along the full length of his cock, ensuring a perfect melding of his flesh with hers.

At one point, he kissed her and she eagerly kissed back. Showing a sense of power and initiative seemed to encourage her, another lesson of sorts in strength and confidence. Together, the mutual motions of their naked bodies fully complemented one another, making for an extra hot, extra empowering feeling.

It was so powerful that Joe didn’t want it to end too quickly. He exercised more restraint than most men would during sex with such a beautiful woman, holding back his release in an attempt to maximize the pleasure. Cindy rewarded that approach with more intense motions, planting both feet on the seat and really working her hips hard, the wet smacking sounds of their flesh echoing throughout the care.

Eventually, though, Joe’s capacity for restraint reached its limit. His body craved its release. Seeing Cindy’s big tits bounce in accord with each motion made him want desperately to spray his cum onto them. He was almost ready and so was Cindy.

“Cindy, I…I’m close! I’m getting…really close,” he grunted.

“Mmm…yeah, I can feel it,” she purred. “My pussy loves strong, powerful cocks. I’m so hot right now. I’m ready to feel your cum on my tits!”

With reflexes and cunning that would’ve put any professional to shame, Cindy rose up off his cock and dropped to her knees again. Then, in a swift motion, she removed the condom and guided his throbbing cock between her tits. The feeling of those fleshy mounds around his member sent him past that special threshold from which there was no return.

“Oohhh I’m coming!” Joe exclaimed.

“Yes! Give it to me!” Cindy urged.

At that fateful moment, a surge of white-hot ecstasy erupted from his core. Joe, now clinging to her shoulders, let out a deep moan as he achieved his release. His cock throbbed hard in between her breasts before shooting out a thick stream of fluid that splattered onto her tits and face. It was an even bigger load than he’d expected, possibly the biggest he’d released in his adult life. It might have also been the most satisfying.

Even as Joe immersed himself in the ecstasy, Cindy kept putting in the work, pressing her breasts together and sliding his cock between them to extract every drop. She didn’t seem to mind how much of it ended up on her face. She even licked some of it up, as though it were her favorite treat.

She left no part of the job unfinished when it came to bringing him to ecstasy. It felt like a mix of sex appeal and professional courtesy. It proved quite potent. Even after the orgasmic sensations subsided, Joe felt immensely satisfied.

“Wow!” Joe said breathlessly. “Cindy, I feel…”

“Happy? Content? Confident? Strong?” she offered as she extracted the last drop of cum from his dick.

“All of the above,” he said with a grin.

“Then, it’s official. You’re ready for the conference!”

His grin grew wider as the realization sank in. Looking out the window briefly, seeing the big buildings and opulent resorts of the Las Vegas strip pass by, he felt so ready to face what lay before him. Whether it was the afterglow of having sex with a beautiful woman or some deeper lesson that Cindy taught him, he was ready for a new set of challenges.

Confident in his newfound strength, he turned his attention back to Cindy, who had sense separated from his cock and began wiping the cum off her breasts with a nearby napkin. She was still naked and she still looked so damn good in the early morning hours of a busy day. As he admired her, Joe decided that the time had come to mix things up with his overly-organized approach to work. It had worked so well thus far. He might as well see how far he could take it.

“From the looks of it, we’ve still got time before we arrive at the convention center,” Joe commented.

“Yeah, I’d say we got a good fifteen minutes or so,” Cindy said with a content sigh. “That’s plenty of time to get dressed and have another drink, if you want.”

“Actually, I’m wondering if that’s enough time for me to eat your pussy out until you come as well. You did say I’m a genuine man. Well, let me prove it to you.”

Now, it was Cindy’s turn to smile and laugh in amazement. He doubted she expected such courtesy. She said it herself. She dealt with plenty of men who were phony and frauds. Joe refused to be one of them.

“So confident and driven,” Cindy said. “I love it! I can’t say it’ll help you with your presentation. But if you’re that determined to be that good a man, then I sure won’t stop you.”

“Good!” Joe said confidently. “Because if I’m going to get the job done while he was in Las Vegas, I might as well start with satisfying a beautiful woman!”

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“The Camping Trip” A Sexy Short Story

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The following a sexy short story I wrote about camping, bad weather, and romance. Enjoy!

“Hurry up, Claire! The storm’s getting really bad,” said Brent Bowers as a fresh round of booming thunder echoed from the sky.

“I’m aware of that, Brent! You think I didn’t see the lightning?” Claire replied as she stumbled through muddy terrain.

“I wasn’t busting your chops, babe. I’ve seen these kind of storms before. I know how bad they can get. We just need to hunker down in the tent and wait it out.”

“I’ll move faster if you admit leaving the car behind was a mistake.”

“I’ll admit I caused the Great Depression if you’ll pick up the pace!” he said with growing urgency.

Claire Conners groaned as she toiled through pouring rain, sharp winds, and a steady procession of thunder and lightning. It was like running through a waterfall. Her clothes were already soaked, her boots were covered in mud, and her face felt numb from all the rain and wind. It was pretty much the opposite of what her boyfriend of the past year had promised her.

Unlike her, a pretty girl from the suburbs whose idea of roughing it involved poor WiFi, Brent was an experienced outdoorsman. He spent half his life on a farm and the other half working on an oil rig off the cost. The man knew how to survive the elements, as evidenced by his tall, burly frame. He was very different from the kind of guy who complained about getting dirt on their fancy dress shoes, which was part of what attracted her to him.

At the moment, though, Brent’s rugged good looks did little to temper her mood. Claire was just about ready to call her first camping trip a mistake. Finally, just as an ominous bolt of lightning flashed in the clouds above, the tent that took them way too long to pitch earlier came into view.

“There it is!” Brent said, keeping his hand on her back to guide her along. “We’re almost there. We’re going to be fine.”

“Really?” she shouted over the thunder. “You think we’re going to be fine in that?”

“Yes,” he told her. “Trust me.”

Claire muttered a string of curses under her breath. Those were the same words he used when he convinced her to go camping with him. He’d made some pretty lofty claims and, blinded by love and plenty of other feelings, she believed him. Brent had delivered on so many promises to her since they started dating. He picked a hell of a time to come up short.

She tried not to get too upset with him as she sprinted through the pouring rain, stepping into some pretty thick mud in the process. By the time they arrived at the tent, she could barely feel her feet from the cold and her face might as well have been ice.

“Get inside and get out of those boots,” Brent said to her. “I’m going to secure the base of the tent.”

“Normally, I’d offer to help,” Claire said dryly, “but after you assured me the weather would hold up for the night…”

“I know. I should’ve trusted the weather app on my phone,” he said begrudgingly. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise. Just let me make sure we can wait this out, first.”

There was another promise and for once, Claire wasn’t as confident that Brent could deliver. Being soaked, wet, and miserable, she chose not to bemoan him. She just climbed into the tent as quickly as she could, leaving Brent to do his thing.

Once inside, the feeling of rain and wind not hitting her face came as a relief. It gave her a chance to catch her breath and get somewhat comfortable again, at least as much as her surroundings allowed. As she took off her mudded boots and socks, still trying to get the feeling back in her feet, Claire let out a frustrating groan that was just barely muted by the thunder.

“Why did I agree to this?” she wondered out loud. “Why did I fall for a man who doesn’t appreciate air conditioning and hot showers?”

They were questions born from exasperation. They also already had answers that she couldn’t escape, no matter how miserable she felt.

As crawled over to her sleeping bag and hugged her knees for warmth, Claire recalled the circumstances that led her to accept Brent’s camping invitation. She’d spent the previous three weeks, doing extra over time at the law firm she worked out, getting so stressed out that she yelled at the pizza delivery boy for running out of dipping sauce.

After that memorable incident, both Brent and her friends convinced her that she was over-worked and over-stressed. It didn’t take much convincing. She didn’t used to be such a workaholic. In fact, back in college and high school, she had a reputation as a girl who liked to have fun and fool around. Her teenage self probably would’ve had fun on a camping trip like this.

On paper, the idea of just getting away from work, the city, and her hectic life in general seemed like a great idea. Brent, who went camping at least once a month, said it would be therapeutic for her, getting her into a simpler environment where she could escape all the noise and distractions.

“God, why did he have to make so much sense when he pitched this?” Claire moaned. “Was I really that desperate?”

She muttered more curses because she already knew the answer to that as well. Both Brent and her friends had pointed out how hectic her life had gotten. Between long hours at the law firm, buying her first condo, and managing all sorts of professional and personal relationships, she’d stretched herself so thin. Getting her way, just to catch her breath, just sounded so logical.

That was why she accepted Brent’s invitation to go camping with him. She was so stressed out that she’d been willing to try anything. She’d even agreed to leave her phone behind at the car when they first arrived. Thinking of how she ended up in her current predicament, Claire realized something important.

“Who am I kidding? I have no one to blame but myself.”

Still hugging her knees, Claire shook her head and cursed herself. She shouldn’t have been so messed up. She used to be so fun and energetic. That changed after she landed her dream job at one of the biggest law firms in the state. She’d been so determined to establish herself that she broke up with the last guy she’d been dating less than three months into it. That guy still wanted to have fun and fool around. She didn’t. She had to be more serious about her life.

She still made an effort, though. That was how Claire ended up with Brent in the first place. He was a man more serious and mature than all the other guys she’d dated. He was also the first guy she dated who didn’t finish college, didn’t work in an air-conditioned office, and didn’t even own a suit. He was a different kind of man, one who had so many attractive traits. It was just hard to appreciate them in her current state.

The rain kept pouring harder, pounding the outside of the tent with a vengeance. More thunder and lightning followed along with heavy gusts of wind. It blew at the walls and foundation of the tent, but it remained stable. Whatever Brent did was working. When he finally entered, he looked somewhat relieved.

“That should do it,” he said breathlessly while dripping wet from the rain. “I added a couple cinderblocks to the stakes. Nothing short of a tornado is going to knock this tent down.”

“Is that another promise or just more wishful thinking?” asked Claire dryly. “Because honestly, I’m not sure you know the difference at this point.”

“It’s the truth, Claire. I know what I’m doing. We’re going to get through this. That’s a promise I know I can keep.”

Claire wanted to scoff, but Brent made that hard for her. That sincere tone along with that country boy attitude just made it hard to stay mad at him. He wasn’t the kind of guy who just told people what he thought they wanted to hear. That was how lawyers spoke and she dealt with enough lawyers at her job. Brent was different and not just because he had the kind of unkempt facial hair that would’ve been out of place in a court room.

Watching him zip up the tent, take off his coat, and dry himself off with a nearby blanket, she saw a man who remained calm and focused in any situation. She’d actually met him at a conference that her firm held in conjunction with the drilling company he worked for. The power went off shortly before the festivities began and everybody was freaking out. Brent was the only one who maintained a level head.

He ended up fixing the power with help from a friend of his, saving the conference and impressing her enough to ask him out. He accepted and from there, he’d kept every promise to her. He made every effort to be the kind of mature, serious man that any woman would’ve loved. The fact he was also so ripped from working on farms and oil rigs certainly helped too.

“Storms like this usually hit hard, but end fast,” Brent said as he dried off his hair and beard. “I doubt it’ll last more than a couple hours, at most.”

“Doubting is not the same as knowing. Take it from someone who spends way too much time around lawyers,” Claire said.

“That’s all you can really do with nature. Out here, things are a lot less certain. You can’t argue or negotiate your way out of a situation. You just got to adapt.”

“That would be so comforting if we weren’t trapped.”

That sounded so pathetic. It wasn’t like they were trapped on top of a mountain. They were less than 20 miles from a motel near a gas station. Her lack of experience in the wilderness really showed.

Brent didn’t make much of it, though. He just crawled over to her, grabbed a dry blanket from his sleeping bag, and wrapped it around her. It gave her the first feeling of warmth she’d experienced since the rain started falling.

“We’re not trapped. I already made sure of that,” he told her with a reassuring gesture. “We’re far enough from the bank so we don’t have to worry about flooding. I packed us plenty of dry goods in case we got stuck. I also know these parts so we can get to the nearest backroads of we have to.”

“Good thing I went to the bathroom down by the river,” she muttered.

“This isn’t the first heavy storm I’ve waited out, either. I’ve been in rougher places with people who aren’t half as tough as you.”

“Funny,” Claire scoffed. “I’m not feeling too tough right now.”

“Babe, you wouldn’t have come out here with me if you weren’t tougher than most,” he told her.

“I thought I came with you because you said I needed to get away from work, home, and pretty much everything else.”

“I hope that’s not the only reason. I’m still hoping I can give you more before tomorrow morning.”

There was that country boy sincerity again. It was so hard to resent. Being so wet and cold, Claire couldn’t help but lean into his warmth either. Between his strength and his imposing physique, typical of that of man who did heavy lifting on an oil rig, there was so much strength in his presence. She needed that strength, as well as the warmth that came with it.

As they huddled close, Brent turned on one of their LED camp lamps. That brought some welcome light to the dreary ambience around them. The howling winds, the pouring rain, and the frequent thunder created a feeling of chaos and danger. In her youth, she would’ve braved that. In her current state, it just made her feel vulnerable.

“I know this isn’t entirely want I promised you,” Brent said. “Believe me, I wanted this to be peaceful, quiet, and relaxing.”

“On that, I trust you,” said Claire with a sigh.

“This was supposed to be a weekend to get away from it all,” he went on, “no work, no cell phones, no distractions, and above all…no complications. Out here, it’s just survive and adapt. No bills to pay. No needless chores. Nothing elaborate that needs us to be more than we are.”

“Is that why you love camping?”

“It’s not about doing something I love doing. It’s about doing something to help the woman I love.”

He hugged her closer in his arms. Despite her dour mood and bad attitude, Brent still embraced her with those powerful arms of his. That didn’t just provide her with some badly needed warmth. It reminded her why she loved this man.

“I don’t deserve a boyfriend like you, Brent,” Claire said.

“Don’t say that. I like to think people earn the love of the right people,” he said.

“Well, by that standard, I don’t think I’ve done my part.”

“Now why do you say that? Just because things aren’t going well on our first camping trip doesn’t mean you’ve failed. Shit like this is totally beyond our control.”

“It’s not about control. It’s how I reacted when I don’t have it. Hell, the more I think about it, the more surprised I am that I didn’t have a breakdown much sooner.”

It sounded so pathetic, getting so overwhelmed by a simple storm during a camping trip. Having only arrived at the site a few hours ago, she’d barely gotten a chance to enjoy the peace and quiet. It still felt like she’d carried all those burdens from back home with her and was taking that out on Brent, a man who went out of his way to help her.

That didn’t stop him from holding her closer. If anything, he seemed more determined to shelter her through the raging storm. That comforted her, but it also reminded her of how messed up she’d been.

“Since we’ve been together – and even a little before that – I’ve become way more uptight than I thought possible,” she went on. “Hell, I used to be adventurous. The younger me would’ve taken this trip with you after our second date.”

“I still see traces of that girl in you, Claire,” he told her.

“Well, you must be looking in the wrong places because that girl disappeared as soon as her job became the center of her life. Suddenly, I had to be the kind of girl who always controlled a situation.”

“I wouldn’t say you were that bad.”

“Brent, I sent itineraries for our first date. I texted you a list of pizza toppings I absolutely hate. I even set up a schedule for sex.”

Brent opened his mouth to respond, but stopped himself before he could get a word out. He ended up laughing awkwardly instead, which would’ve been adorable if another round of thunder hadn’t echoed from outside. To some extent, that further proved her point.

“The point is…the girl you first met was only in the process of becoming this uptight workaholic,” she continued. “You actually got to watch her become the basket case she is now.”

“Hey, there’s still some good in that girl too,” he said, affectionately caressing her face. “We all need a little order in our lives. That’s a big part of why I fell in love with you. I think there’s room for both those girls.”

“I want to believe that too. I need some goddamn balance back in my life, both for my sanity and for you. I love you too much to be the kind of girl who just whines when things don’t go her way.”

“And I love you too much to let you become that girl,” Brent said. “I want to help you get a hold of yourself…to be the girl who didn’t mind taking chances and the girl who can get a hold of herself during a storm.”

“You really think that’s possible for me?” Claire asked, still skeptical.

“I know so. Things is…it isn’t up to me how you go about it. I’m just here to give you chances. It’s up to you to decide what you want to do with them.”

An extra loud gust of wind howled outside their tent, as though nature were trying to add urgency to her choice. Claire found herself tensing up and clinging to Brent a little harder, taking in more of his warmth and adjusting to a situation that she could not control.

In doing so, she looked up at his rugged complexion. There was so much strength in his demeanor, along with facial hair and scars from his work. It showed that he was a man who didn’t mind braving danger and enduring hardship. It reflected his strength as well as his manly sex appeal. Even in the midst of a storm, it had an effect on her.

At the same time, though, that effect revealed something unexpected to her. The raging storm, the stress from work, and the man who’d gone out of his way to be with her – it all sent her a message, one that she’d refused to heed.

“Make a decision,” she said distantly.

In that moment, gazing up at her boyfriend as more lightning flashed outside, a new feeling inside her…one she hadn’t felt in quite some time. That fun-loving, adventurous girl she’d been in her youth finally emerged from her workaholic shell. That version of Claire Conners had to make this decision and the person she’d since become had to accept it.

“Brent,” Claire said after the latest round of thunder passed.

“Yes, Claire?” he asked, still gazing at the LED lamp.

“Make love to me,” she told him.

Brent turned and looked at her as though she’d just grown a second head. That had probably been the last decision from her that he expected to hear. He even blinked a few times in disbelief.

“Um…come again?”

“You heard me, Brent,” Claire said. “Make love to me…in this tent…during a major storm.”

That sounded even crazier when she put it into words, but she remained dead serious. Claire slipped her arms around his neck and leaned in closer, letting him know that he’d heard right and she meant what she said. She really did want him to make love to her at that very moment.

“That’s bold, reckless, and downright impulsive for you, Claire…and I like it!” said Brent.

“Is that your country boy way of saying you’ll do me?” she said clinging to him with more desperation.

“It can be for this and all future camping trips.”

Seeming totally convinced, Brent kissed her passionately on the lips, his wet hair and beard now right in her face. She eagerly kissed back, finding that disheveled feeling an unexpected turn-on. Maybe it was because she’d made the decision on a whim, surrounded by natural chaos she couldn’t control, that it made her so hot.

Dread gave way to excitement. That excitement was fueled by passion as their kissing quickly escalated. The blanket still around her, she pounced onto her lover, throwing her legs around her waist so that he had to take her fully into his arms. From there, they laid down atop her open sleeping back. More kissing followed, soon evolving into full-blown foreplay.

Before long, that wet, cold feeling from being soaked turned into something else. Suddenly, Claire felt a new warmth in her core, one awakened by both her decision and her passions. It made her more aware of her wet, uncomfortable clothes. Even in pouring rain and howling winds, she had to get them off.

“Get undressed,” she said urgently. “I need to feel your skin on mine!”

“That…should help preserve body heat,” said Brent, already sounding dazed.

“Yeah, let that be the reason for getting naked together,” Claire teased.

They both laughed. It was the first time she’d laughed during this trip. She kept on laughing as she rose up from Brent, still on top of him, and slid off her short-sleeved T-shirt and unhooked her bra. As soon as her breasts were exposed to the cold, Brent reached up and fondled them with those burly hands of his. They both kept them warm and added to her arousal.

“So strong and warm,” Claire purred, “just what I needed.”

As Brent rubbed her breasts, she went to work undressing him, unbuttoning his flannel shirt and undoing the belt buckle to his pants. He eagerly shifted his body under her, getting that wet shirt off and pushing down on his pants to get them off. She eagerly assisted, leaving him in a pair of boxers that had been soaked by the storm as well.

Now exposed and clearly in need of some warmth as well, Brent took the initiative, as only he could, and wrapped his powerful arms around her once more. They kissed again, her exposed upper body making contact with his chiseled, hairy chest. It filled her with a fresh round of warmth, just in time for another round of thunder, no less. That quickly became background noise as the foreplay continued.

As their lips and tongues twirled, Brent laid her down on top of the sleeping bag and helped her undo her denim shorts. He then pulled them down her legs, along with her panties, rendering her completely naked. Brent quickly removed his boxers as well, revealing an already sizable erection. Being alone, in nature, and with his girlfriend really turned him on. Something about that just brought a smile to her face.

“Does getting naked with a beautiful woman really make you that horny?” Claire teased.

“Would it be weird if I said yes?” he replied sheepishly.

“I guess that depends on how well you make love to me now.”

“Good to know.”

He replied as though she’d just challenged him, giving him extra incentive to make their lovemaking extra special. She hadn’t intended to send that massage, but she was more than happy to accept the results.

Now naked, still wet and surrounded by muggy cold, Brent pulled the top layer of the sleeping back over top their bodies and got on top of her. Like a miniature cocoon, they were insulated from the elements and he made good use of it.

Now a man on a mission, he got on top of her, kissing and touching her with the utmost passion. So much of his naked body touched hers, conveying both badly-needed warmth and growing desire. He felt up the curves of her feminine frame with one hand while slipping the other between her legs, his strong fingers now grazing the folds of her pussy.

“Ooh Brent!” she gasped. “Your making me so wet!”

“Not because of the rain, I hope,” he teased.

They laughed again and resumed their kissing. She let out more moans as his fingers slid into her pussy, turning that warmth within her core into real heat. As her body writhed under the weight of growing arousal, she felt his penis getting harder as it rubbed against her thigh. The more their bodies touched and more their hands roamed, the greater the need for his intimate warmth.

Despite the ongoing noise from the rain, wind, and thunder, Brent never lost focus. Claire tried to do her part too, wildly raking her hands over his shoulders and back, providing some heat of her own to supplement his arousal. It might have been the most chaotic situation in which she ever had sex and yet, she’d never wanted it so badly.

“Are you ready, Claire?” Brent finally asked her.

“Yes, Brent. I’m ready!” Claire said without hesitation.

Heeding her words, her rugged lover repositioned himself accordingly. Claire did so as well, spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist in a more intimate embrace. He then carefully maneuvered himself so that his member was aligned with her wet entrance. Her hands now locked on his shoulders while his eyes remained locked with hers, he thrust his hips forward and entered her.

“Ohhh Brent!” Claire moaned.

Her reaction was almost entirely muted by more thunder. It was as though nature was goading her and Brent to make love in the midst of such chaos. Never one to back down from a challenge, Claire gladly rose to the occasion with her lover.

His rigid flesh now deep inside her womanly depths, she kissed him again as their naked bodies began moving together in an intimate union. Even within the confines of a sleeping bag, Brent had plenty of leverage. With each motion her world rocked, his manhood slithering sensually within her womanhood. Their united flesh created more heat – a heat that overpowered any the elements could throw at them.

“Yes! This is what I wanted…what I needed,” she moaned as their naked bodies rocked. “Brent…my love…you kept your promise after all!”

That seemed to motivate him even more. With a grin and a determined glint in his eyes, the burly man stepped up the pace of their sex. Wet naked skin meshed and glided together with ease, sweat mixing with the moisture from the storm. It was like taking the discomfort of nature and turning it into their own unique ecstasy. Something about that just felt so right, as well as so pleasurable.

Claire soon found herself sharing in the effort, kissing her lover and raking her nails down his back. She put more energy into this sex than she had since her fun-loving college years. That version of Claire Conners that knew how to have a good time was officially back and she had been missed.

Through the thunder and the howling wind, she and Brent made the kind of energetic love that felt befitting of a raging storm. They rolled around in the sleeping bag, creating so much heat that the sweat form their bodies soon replaced any remaining moisture from the rain. Somewhere along the way, they ended up with her on her side and him spooning her from behind, eagerly pumping his cock into her in a determined push for her climax.

Now clinging to his arms, bucking her hips every time he thrust into her, Claire could already feel that special ecstasy coming on. It came faster than she expected, as if to reflect the chaos around her.

“Brent, I…I’m coming! I’m about to…come!” Claire cried out.

“Me…me too, babe,” Brent said with labored grunts.

The pace of their sex steadied. Her body was like a spark ready to ignite an inferno. During the final push, she locked her hands with his, their fingers becoming entwined like their bodies. Then, with a few more thrusts, he sent her over the edge.

“Ohhhh Brent!” she exclaimed.

At that moment, she made damn sure she was louder than the thunder. A fresh wave of it echoed from the sky just as she entered an orgasmic state. It was no use, though. She was still louder.

In a moan that could probably be heard by all of nature, Claire climaxed. Her lower body erupted in a surge of heat, sending shudders of raw pleasure up through her body. As she contorted to the feeling, Brent came as well, letting out the deepest, manliest grunt she’d ever heard as he shared in the ecstasy.

It was a beautifully intimate moment in the midst of a raging storm, their bodies consumed with pure pleasure. She felt their hot juices mixing inside her, creating a special warmth that felt just perfect for the situation. After being so cold and uncomfortable just a few moments ago, it was a perfect inversion of her situation…one she chose in a moment of adventurous passion.

“I love you, Brent,” she said.

“I love you too, Claire,” Brent replied.

As they caught their breath together, panting heavily as the rain and wind kept making more noise, they kissed again. Clair then rolled over so that she was lying on her side next to him, their naked bodies still entwined within the sleeping bag. Now warm and content, it was safe to say the camping trip had been a success.

“So,” said Brent after their lips parted, “are you officially a fan of camping now?”

“It’s starting to grow on me,” she said playfully. “For the kind of job I have and the kind of boyfriend I have, I think I could make it part of my life.”

“And I promise I’ll make it both appealing and therapeutic.”

“Spoken like a true man of his word,” Claire said affectionately, “ and a man who can brave any storm for the woman he loves.”

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“The Gardener” A Sexy Sort Story

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The following is a sexy short story entitled “The Gardener.” Now that it’s spring and people are starting to do yard work again, I felt inspired to put a sexy spin on it. Personally, I’m not big on gardening, but I can easily see it having a certain kind of sex appeal. That’s what this story celebrates. Enjoy!

“Don’t forget to clean the upstairs bathroom!” yelled an impatient voice from downstairs. “Just because you’re home for the week doesn’t mean I’m cleaning your soap scum!”

“Yes, mother,” replied an annoyed Heather Ryan.

“And be sure to vacuum your bedroom while you’re at it!” she added. “You father and I worked hard to keep your old room organized. Don’t make us do it again!”

Heather felt like banging her head on the nearest brick wall. It was her first day home from college – the first day of spring break, no less – and already she longed for another mid-term. It was hard enough with most of her friends were taking trips to the beach or camping upstate. Being stuck at home made it feel less like a vacation and more like a chore.

“Chores,” Heather groaned, “they never end because things always get dirty.”

Slumping down in her chair at the desk next to her bed, she was already dreading the rest of her week. She’d arrived home from college late last night, carrying two large suitcases of dirty clothes, one of which got soaked because it had been raining. Her parents were glad to see her for about five minutes before they started giving her crap for tracking mud into the foyer.

She should’ve been used to it, by now. Since she was a kid, her parents had been neat freaks. She and her two younger siblings, Kevin and Joan, learned from an early age that cleanliness was a priority in their house. That didn’t just mean cleaning up after themselves. That meant doing the necessary chores and doing them on time. Failure to do so would result in more chores of increasing drudgery.

It never seemed to end. She almost envied her two younger siblings, who were still in high school and got to spend a chunk of their day out of the house and away from all the chores. With her dad working late at his law firm, her mother expected her to share the workload. It promised to turn Spring Break into an extended chore.

As Heather dreaded the work her mother had in store, her gaze drifted towards the window overlooking the back yard of her parents’ two-story home. After the rain last night, the sun had come out and the warm spring air had rolled in. She wished she could appreciate it, but all it did was remind her that her friends were probably laying on the beach, working on a tan.

“I miss winter already,” Heather said to herself. “At that way, my mom wouldn’t try to stick me with yard work. I’m almost afraid to go outside.”

She sighed to herself and got up to close the blinds, if only to help her fight the temptation. Then, just over the fence and into her neighbor’s yard, something caught her eye that tempted her in a very different way.

“Oh my sweet Lord,” she gasped. “I’m officially unafraid.”

Suddenly, Heather was grateful for the warm spring weather. Out in the backyard of her neighbors, she saw a very handsome, very shirtless young man working in a garden. He was tall, tanned, and well-muscled. He definitely worked outside often and, if the way he handled that shovel were any indication, he was very comfortable working on a hot spring day. However, his muscles and his stature were not his most attractive features.

The man was so unkempt and disheveled. He had messy, mid-length hair that no barber had touched in at least a year. He had a grizzled, unshaven face that hadn’t felt a razor blade in at least a month. Heather swore she could smell the sweat and the dirt on his flesh through her window. It was enough to trigger a little spring-time heat-wave between her legs.

“It’s half-past-ten and he’s already hard at work,” Heather mused, “hard, dirty work.”

She said that in the tone of a woman who hadn’t had sex since she broke up with her boyfriend eight months ago. In that time, she’d been on a handful of dates that ended uneventfully or in disaster. It made for a lot of lonely nights, especially during the winter and whenever her roommate snuck over to her boyfriend’s dorm.

However, the memory of those nights quickly faded as she watched the man work. He was shoveling a large pile of mulch into a sizable garden in the corner of the back yard. There were already several large plants in place so he must have already done the dirtiest work, getting on his knees and really sifting through the mud. Just picturing him doing that made her panties feel moist.

It was at that moment when Heather remembered that the neighbors she had in the fall had moved out shortly before she left for college. She also recalled that the house next door had been for sale when she came home for the holidays. That meant the handsome young man had come with her new neighbors and she hadn’t been around to introduce herself.

Suddenly, she had an excuse to go outside and risk her mother sticking her with more chores. The more she watched the handsome man work, the more willing she felt to take that chance.

“A handsome, hard-working new neighbor,” Heather said, not even trying to hide the sexual undertones in her voice. “I might as well go introduce myself.”

With a mischievous grin, she got up from her desk, put on a pair of sandals, and rushed downstairs, avoiding her mother, who was busy in the basement. She didn’t bother changing out of the denim shorts and tank top she’d worn yesterday. For once, she wasn’t going to worry about being clean and presentable, like her parents always told her. For a stranger, who happened to be a handsome man, Heather sought to present herself in a different way.

As soon as she stepped outside, the hot, muggy spring air hit her on all sides. Heather could already hear her parents yelling at her to take off her sandals, keep the doors closed, and shower before dinner. She shut all that out, focusing only on the handsome, disheveled man next door.

The heat and humidity must have already gotten to her because she didn’t bother just peaking over the fence, admiring the handsome man from afar. She was a young, single college woman who had to endure a week at home with her uptight parents. She was not going to waste an opportunity like this.

“Someone’s getting an early start this morning,” Heather greeted as she casually walked along the short wooden fence. “Is this how you start every Monday morning, stranger?”

The man, apparently caught off guard by her presence, almost dropped the shovel as he turned around. Up close, she could already see dirt and mud stains on his jeans. That only made him hotter in your eyes.

“Uh…good morning to you too, ma’am,” he said. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ve met.”

“You’re right. We haven’t and that’s just rude of me,” Heather said playfully. “I’m Heather, the rowdy college girl that my parents probably didn’t mention when they introduced themselves.”

“You’re part of the Ryan family?” he said, sounding intrigued. “Funny, they did mention having an older daughter in college. I don’t remember them saying much about her…or about how rowdy she was.”

“Trust me, that part was implied.”

“Guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

The handsome man smiled at her and she smiled back. He seemed intrigued. That was a promising sign. Most girls her age didn’t admit to being rowdy. That usually evoked too many dirty thoughts in young, straight men. Heather dared to be unusual. It helped that she actually wanted him to think those thoughts.

Setting aside the shovel, he walked up to her and leaned on the fence. As he got closer, Heather sweat on his body made him glow under the morning sun. His messy hair, his messy beard, and even the hair on his chest radiated a thick, sweaty musk. Her parents would’ve been aghast at such a smell. Heather found it utterly intoxicating.

“The name’s Mark,” he said to her, “the youngest, but most experience member of the Truman family clan.”

“Experienced, huh?” Heather said, leaning over the fence with a flirtatious glance. “That how you describe your gardening skill?”

“I like to think I’ve got more skills than that, but I guess this is counts as one of them.”

“I’m sure you’ve got plenty, but this one really shows. The last set of neighbors let most of their backyard turn into a mud pit.”

“Yeah, my folks and I noticed that too. We knew this place needed a lot of work when we moved in. Lucky for us, we ain’t afraid to work. My dad’s a mechanic and my mom is a vet. We know the value of getting our hands dirty.”

“Dirty indeed,” said Heather.

She might have been too flirtatious with that remark. Mark almost seemed amused, but didn’t mind when she got a little closer, giving her another whiff of the distinct odor that could only come from a hard-working man. It was dirty, but so strong. If she hadn’t been leaning on the fence, she doubted her legs would’ve supported her.

“Well, it’s good to finally meet you,” said Mark before the silence got too awkward. “You home for the week or something?”

“Yep!” Heather affirmed. “I’m on Spring Break. Most of my friends are off on vacation or at the beach. I’m stuck at home the entire time.”

“Funny, you don’t sound too upset about that.”

“Believe me, I was…until a few minutes ago when I saw you.”

“You don’t say?” he said with even more intrigue. “Well, I’m glad I could make your break a little better. I’m also glad I finally met someone my own age in this neighborhood. Seems like the only people in this neighborhood are young kids or grumpy adults.”

“Guess we’re somewhat even,” said Heather. “You’ll find plenty of people our age around here, but in a neighborhood like this, you won’t find many who will get their hands dirty…not if they have the money to pay other people to do it.”

“That’s too bad,” he said. “I work in my dad’s garage and clean up after my mom’s dogs. I’m dirty 90 percent of the time. Think that’s gonna cause problems?”

“With some people, it may. With others…well, they might prefer you stay as dirty as you damn well please.”

Hoping her flirtatious undertone had gotten her point across, Heather decided to take another risk. She reached over and lightly trailed her fingers up his arms, feeling the sweat and grime from all the dirt along the way. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the smile on his face widened. It was as though no one had ever appreciated his willingness to get dirty.

Now standing so close, able to feel the heat from his body over that of the morning son, she leaned in a little closer. Mark leaned in as well, his gaze on her become more focused. All the effort and toil must have really got his blood flowing because she could feel him undressing her with his eyes. In the muggy spring heat, she didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Ms. Ryan,” said Mark, again avoiding too awkward a silence.

“Heather,” she said. “We’re not a dinner party or a ball. You can call me Heather.”

“Okay, Heather,” he said. “I’m still new in town and I left a lot of stuff behind up state.”

“By chance, was one of those things a girlfriend?”

“As a matter of fact…yeah, that was a big thing,” he said. “In fact, it was bigger than I thought it would be…coming to a new town, starting over, and not having anyone besides my folks to help me adjust. I guess you could say busting my butt in a garage, a garden, or anywhere else I can get my hands dirty is how I’ve been coping.”

“That’s sad, but noble as hell,” Heather said. “There are way worse ways a handsome young guy like you could handle himself in a new town.”

“I like to think I’ve done things the right way so far.”

With every word he said, Mark Truman just kept getting sexier and sexier. Not only did he get his hands dirty, but he was a genuinely good guy who had to deal with the decisions his parents made for him. A man like that didn’t deserve to be alone when adjusting to a new neighborhood.

At the same time, she needed a man like that…one who was good, but still embodied had traits completely unlike her parents or the rest of the neighborhood. He was unlike any of the other men she’d dated or been around. He might not recoil at the idea of sticking his hands in the mud. That made Heather certain of her desires. She was going to hook up with this man.

“Well, Mr. Truman – or Mark, if that’s what you want me to call you,” she said in an outright seductive tone, “if you’re looking for another way to cope, I think I could help.”

“That’s mighty generous of you,” Mark said, his grin widening even more.

“It might be a little more wrong than right, depending on your point of view,” she added, “but if you’re willing to get just a little dirtier with a girl who may or may not have a thing for that…”

She let her words trail off so that Mark could fill in the blanks. Looking to guide him, she playfully trailed her finger up his arms, over the sinews of his biceps, and onto his exposed chest, not minding the sweat or dirt for a second. She must have come off as overly eager, a horny young woman who just needed a good humping. That could either completely dissuade him or seal the deal.

He seemed inclined towards the latter, his gaze narrowing on her as she lightly pawed his chest. From there, it didn’t take long for him to fill in the blanks. Leaning in closer, so much so that she could feel his hot breath on her face, he reached up and caressed her face with his dirty hands. His touch set her inner thighs ablaze, making her even more eager to get dirty with him.

“I never shy away from dirty work,” Mark said to her, “especially when it involves a pretty girl.”

“Then, I’ll skip the part where I ask how comfortable you are around girls like me,” said Heather, “and I’ll just ask where the nearest private space is.”

“Well…depending on how dirty you’re willing to get, the shed is closer than the garage.”

“Oh trust me, I’m that willing!”

To assure him there were no doubts in her mind, Heather kissed him hard on the lips. She didn’t care that his face was unshaven or that his hair was greasy. If anything, that turned her on even more, prompting her to put a little tongue into it. That sent a clear message. She wanted him. She wanted to be taken by a dirty, sweaty man in a dirty, confined shed.

Mark got that message loud and clear. He eagerly kissed back, wrapping his powerful arms around her and pulling her closer to his body. She already could feel he wanted her too, the hard work making him deserving of a fitting reward. Heather wanted to be that reward…the kind that made the dirt, sweat, and toil feel worth it.

“Mark…take me,” she gasped in between the kisses.

Before he could even respond, Heather scaled the waist-high fence, not leaving his arms for a second in the process. Once over, he caught her and pulled her into a deeper embrace. Almost immediately, Heather felt his sweat stain her shirt. That didn’t bother her in the slightest, though. That just gave her all the more incentive to get them off.

“The shed…that way,” Mark said.

“Lead the way!” Heather eagerly replied.

Already drunk on his touch and his sweaty musk, she pounced on him, jumping up into his grasp and throwing her legs around her waist. She even lost her sandals in the process, but she didn’t care. She was in Mark’s arms, eager to follow his desires as well as her own.

With the same strength he’d used to tend his garden, Mark held her up by her butt and carried her over to the shed that was adjacent to the garden. They kissed every step of the way, their tongues aggressively entwined with lust. Upon entering, he closed the door behind them, leaving them in a dirty, confined, poorly lit space. From her point of view, it was the hottest setting they could’ve been in.

“Off! Get it off!” Heather said desperately, already trying to remove her shirt.

Mark set her on a work bench in the corner of the shed, covered in dust and littered with rusty tools. The ambience just kept getting hotter by the second.

Once in place, their lips briefly parted so she could remove her shirt up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra so she made sure Mark got a good look at her exposed breasts. He clearly liked what he saw and hungrily grasped them with both hands.

“Nice tits,” he said in a lecherous tone.

“Go on. Touch them with your dirty hands,” Heather said, emphasizing the dirty part.

As Mark fondled her breasts, she skillfully undid her denim shorts and took them off, panties and all. Now fully nude, she felt the heat, grime, and humidity on her exposed flesh. By her parents’ rigid standards, she was filthy. Instead of feeling wrong, though, it felt so right…right and sexy.

Mark, showing more excitement in the presence of a naked woman, smothered her with his lustful touch. As he felt over her breasts, hips, and butt, he kissed her again, the raw hunger in his every touch hinting at a growing desire. Heather sought to match that hunger every step of the way, throwing in some intimate touching of her own, which eventually led her to the growing bulge in his pants.

“Pants…off,” she managed to get out in between wrestling tongues.

He couldn’t comply fast enough, undoing his belt buckle and kicking off his boots. Heather did the rest, undoing his jeans and pushing them down, along with his underwear to reveal a semi-erect cock. Like the rest of his body, it looked so strong and rugged, emanating an intensely masculine aura. Heather wanted nothing more than to have it inside her.

She made that desire clear, reaching out and grasping it with both hands as they continued kissing. Mark let out a deep moan, her touch inspiring even more lust. Before long, his dick was fully erect, the air around them ablaze with shared desire. It was already a hot, muggy spring day. Together, they were going to make it hotter.

“Heather…you ready?” he said, already breathless as their lips party.

“Ready to get hot, sweaty, and dirty as hell!” Heather told him.

Grinning at her choice of words, Mark shifted those filthy hands of his down to her hips, pulling her forward so that she sat on the edge of the work bench. As he positioned himself closer, she hooked her legs around his waist and grabbed onto his shoulders. Then, once his manly flesh was aligned with her hot opening, he thrust his hips forward and entered her.

“Ohhh yes!” Heather cried out. “Give it to me, Mark. Give me that dirty cock!”

Mark responded with a determined grunt, not unlike the one she’d heard earlier while he was shoveling mulch. With the same grit that he’d shown with his garden, he fucked her. He did it with raw strength and power, rocking her body with every movement. It forced her to cling harder to his shoulders, gasping every time she his member probed her deepest depths.

With each labored motion, a sharp surge of sensations followed. The heat, the sweat, and the desire morphed into pleasure…raw, unfiltered pleasure. It unleashed in Heather a kind of pent up energy that she didn’t know she had.

“Yes! Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “Mark…so strong…so dirty. Ooh I love it!”

“Ohhh Heather!” Mark moaned.

Their sex took on a distinctly messy rhythm, which felt all too appropriate. They were doing it on a dirty table within a dirty shed on a hot, sticky day in spring. Everything about it defied the conventions of cleanliness that had been instilled in Heather since birth. Somehow, that made for the hottest sex she’d ever had.

Through the intense exertion, she worked up a sweat of her own. Before long, her naked skin glistened with the same dirty glow as Mark. Her sweat soon mixed with his, allowing their bodies to glide and slither together more effortlessly. His hands more wildly roamed all over her body, feeling her up from her thighs to her breasts to her face. She did the same, raking her nails over his back and trailing her fingers over the manly sinews of his upper body.

She fueled his intense desire just as much as he fueled hers. There was nothing careful or reserved about it. She was just as willing to put in the work in pursuit of a greater reward. During that pursuit, their bodies shifted chaotically in the heat of their vigorous sex. At one point, she hitched both legs up over his shoulders so he could fuck her at a different angle. At another, he held her up in his arms and bounced her along his cock.

Eventually, Heather found herself bent over the work bench, her breasts and face pressed up against the dusty wood as Mark fucked her from behind. She was almost at her peak, holding onto the sides of the table for dear life. Mark was close too. She could tell by how each movement got more steady and targeted. If they were going to share in the work, then they might as well share in its fruits.

“Mark…I’m close. I’m so…so close!” Heather moaned.

“Me too, Heather! Just a little…bit longer!” he said in between grunts.

The next few moments were a test of endurance, albeit in the best possible way. Heather closed her eyes, focusing on the heat, scent, and grime around her. It was all associated with one man…the strong, hard-working man having sex with her. Together, they got dirty in the most rewarding way possible.

Finally, after a few more labored thrusts, Mark sent her over the edge. In an instant, the heat around her turned into a seas of ecstasy in which she became fully immersed. Throwing her head back, Heather let out a cry that reverberated throughout the confined shed. Intense, throbbing sensations of pleasure surged through her like an erupting volcano. It effectively completed the hard, dirty work.

Her orgasmic bliss soon became Mark’s. As her pussy throbbed around his rigid cock, he crossed that threshold as well, letting out a deep moan that complemented her blissful cries perfectly. She could actually feel his manhood tensing within her as it released its seminal load inside her. It was so raw and dirty, which made her love it even more.

“Heather…so hot,” Mark said breathlessly.

“Mark…so dirty,” she replied.

Their ability to form words failed them. That didn’t stop her from rising up from the dirty table and turning her head so he could kiss her again. That told him everything she wanted to say and then some.

For a moment, they just lingered in one another’s naked, sweaty embrace. Eventually, his body parted from hers, but they remained in each other’s arms, still immersed in the muggy ambience of their grasp.

“I’m starting to think I’ll like it here in this neighborhood,” Mark said as he affectionately caressed the side of her back.

“And I’m starting to think my Spring Break won’t suck anymore,” Heather said.

They each laughed and shared another playful kiss, not caring for a second as their sweat, grime, and various bodily fluids continued to mix. There was something liberating about it and it wasn’t just a byproduct of the afterglow either.

Heather had lived much of her life in a world where so many things had to be clean. Hard, gritty work was somehow unappealing and to be avoided at all costs. By getting dirty with Mark – literally and figuratively, no less – she discovered that there was value to that work. It didn’t just turn her on. It inspired real passion…a kind that only a uniquely special men could appreciate.

Whatever else Spring Break had in store for her, she was already convinced that Mark was just that special.

“You know, at some point we’re still going to have to get cleaned up,” Mark reminded her.

“I know,” said Heather curtly while running her hand through his greasy hair. “That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy being dirty a little longer.”

“Well, I guess it helps when you’ve got someone to share it with.”

“Definitely!” she said with a beaming grin. “After all, how can you appreciate being clean if you don’t let yourself get a little dirty once in a while?”

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