Larry Murphy was in the middle of writing an email when the doorbell rang. Frowning, he got up and went to the door. He was surprised to see Joan, the sixteen-year-old daughter of his colleague, Yvonne Coleman.
“Hi Larry!” said Joan. “Don’t look so startled – did you forget about my salsa lesson?”
“No!” said Larry. “Of course I didn’t forget.” He looked down in puzzlement at the overnight bag she was carrying. “Are you anticipating a very long lesson?”
“Oh this,” said Joan. “Well, Mum’s entertaining for the evening, and I can’t think of anything more boring than hanging out with her friends. So she said I could stay the night with you.”
“Did she?” asked Larry. “I think I’d better call her and see if that’s really what she said.”
“Go ahead,” said Joan, smiling.
Larry called his colleague. “Hi Yvonne! Um, yes, she’s here. But she seems to think she’s spending the night here…? Oh, you did? Well, are you sure…? Well yes, it’s no trouble at all as far as I’m concerned, but… Well if you really think so… Yes, I’m sure it’s fine. Okay then – see you tomorrow.” He put the phone down and turned to Joan. “Well, it seems you were right.”
Joan grinned. “See?” Then she clapped her hands. “Oh, did you manage to pick up dresses for me and Mum?”
Larry nodded. “I may have misjudged the sizes, though. I was forgetting you were so tall.”
Joan shrugged. “Well let me try it on, and we’ll see.”
“Okay,” said Larry, and he fetched the dress he had bought for Joan.
She went into the bathroom to put it on, and Larry could hear her giggling. When she returned, his eyes widened. The dress was asymmetrically cut, but it was far too short for Joan – her left hip was exposed up to two inches above the waistband of her panties, while its lowest point on her right leg was pretty much on the same level as her crotch. As a result, most of the front of Joan’s white panties was revealed. Larry could imagine that most of the back of her panties was also uncovered.
“Oh dear!” he said.
“I love it!” said Joan.
Larry shook his head. “It will look better with matching panties, I suppose, but still…”
“I want to keep it!” said Joan firmly. “It’s perfect.”
Larry sighed. “We’ll see what your mother says. We really need to get you some suitable shoes, too.”
“Yes,” agreed Joan. Then she said, “So, can we do some salsa?”
Larry nodded. “Very well. Music!” He put on a CD of one of his favourite Salsa artists, Luis Enrique. “This guy’s great,” he said. As the music started, he raised his hands, spread his feet, and began to sway his hips.
Joan laughed, and tried to mimic him. Thanks to her previous lesson with Larry, she did a pretty good job.
“That’s it,” Larry said, nodding. “Good. Bend your knees a little more, and straighten your back. Better! That’s nice. Try to move your hips a little more smoothly – you don’t have to be like Shakira.”
Joan complied with his directions, and although she giggled a lot, she was a good student. Then Larry took her hand in his, and put his other arm around her waist, and they danced together for a while. At the end of the song, he twirled her around, which made her giggle even more. It also made her right nipple pop out.
“That was fun!” she said.
“Good!” said Larry. “This next song’s a little slower, which will give us a chance to focus on your footwork…”
And so the lesson continued. And Joan’s nipples continued to make guest appearances. Sometimes, when she noticed how much she was showing, Joan tucked her breast back into the dress. And sometimes she didn’t bother. After an hour, Larry stopped the music, and said, “Well, that’s enough for now, I think.”
“Thanks,” said Joan. “I feel like I learned a lot.” She took off her dress. “Can we have sex now?”
“No!” said Larry. “You know I don’t want to do that.”
“Please…?” said Joan, slipping her panties off and sashaying towards him. She put her arms around his neck, and pressed her naked breasts against him. “How can you resist a naked girl in your arms?”
“With difficulty,” said Larry, “but I’m managing.”
She pouted. “Spoil-sport. Well if you don’t mind, then, I’m going to hang out with some of my friends.”
Larry almost pouted too. “I don’t mind,” he said.
Joan fetched a summery minidress out of her bag and put it on, along with her sandals. It barely covered her buttocks. “Bye Larry. I’ll be back later.”
“How much later?” asked Larry, but Joan was already out of the door. With a sigh, Larry went back to the couch and sat down to watch television.
Joan did not return until ten o’clock that night. Larry had made dinner for them both at six, hoping that she would be back soon, but he had given up waiting shortly before nine, and eaten half of it.
She was not very apologetic. “We went to McDonald’s,” she said, “so I’m not hungry.”
“Fine,” said Larry. “Leftovers for me tomorrow, then.”
“You cooked?” said Joan. Then she shrugged. “I suppose I should have called. Sorry, but I was annoyed with you.” She took off her dress and stuffed it into her bag. “Where am I sleeping?”
“On an inflatable mattress in here, if you don’t mind,” said Larry.
“Thanks, that’ll be fine,” she replied. She watched television while Larry made up her bed. Then they bade each other goodnight.
An hour or so later, Larry was fast asleep and dreaming about his ex-girlfriend, Sally. In his dream, Sally had turned up on his doorstep, naked apart from a pair of panties. She told him tearfully that she had missed him, and asked if she could please stay the night. Then the dream seemed to skip to later, when he was in bed. Sally was naked, and climbing into bed with him. They made love … it was so good to feel her soft, moist vagina wrapped around his hard erection. It was as if she was milking him, and after what seemed hardly any time at all, he felt himself reaching his climax. He thrust hard a few times, and then moaned out loud as he emptied his load inside her body.
His moan woke him up, and although it took him a moment to get his bearings, he realised quite quickly that his penis was indeed inside a vagina. Except that it wasn’t his ex-girlfriend Sally’s – it was Joan’s.
“Good, good Larry,” Joan crooned softly. “That feels really nice. Did you come?”
“Wha…? What the fuck?” exclaimed Larry, his voice not quite working properly yet. He cleared his throat. “Joan! What are you doing? Get off me!” He rolled her over and pushed her off him. His softening penis slithered out of her. “Joan, you had no right!”
“I’m sorry!” said Joan, climbing off the bed. “I just really wanted you to fuck me, and I was annoyed with you for not doing it!”
“But why?” exclaimed Larry in exasperation. “I’m not exactly God’s gift to womankind!”
“You’re all right,” said Joan. “And you’re good at dancing … and you’re not afraid to be seen with me when I’m wearing really skimpy clothes. You’re just cool, Larry, and I like you!”
“Um,” said Larry.
“Fucking hell, Larry, I’m not saying I want to be your girlfriend,” snapped Joan. “Or, I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know what I’m saying. But I like hanging out with you, and I like sex! Why don’t you want to have sex with me, Larry? What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” said Larry with a sigh. “I just … it’s complicated. With your mum being a colleague, and the age difference … it would be too difficult.”
Joan’s pout was not very obvious in the darkness. “Well you’re just a coward, then,” she said. “But at least I got you to fuck me. And I think you came inside me, too.”
“Yes, I think I did,” said Larry, shaking his head sadly. “Thank goodness you’re on the pill.”
“Actually I’m not,” said Joan. “I just said that before so that you would fuck me. And I’m probably ovulating right now. It would serve you right if I get pregnant!”
Larry was aghast. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed.
“In fact, I think I’ll go and lie down and put my knees up,” said Joan defiantly. “And put back inside me the stuff that’s leaking out.” She turned and flounced out of the room.
Larry let her go. He was terrified of her getting pregnant, but he had no desire to go after her and clean out her vagina by force. With an unhappy sigh, he climbed back into bed.
“By the way,” said Joan, sticking her head around the door. “You are one heck of a heavy sleeper!”
“I know!” said Larry. “And it was most unfair of you to take advan…” But she was gone again.
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They barely spoke to each other the following morning. After breakfast, Joan put on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. “I won’t bother with a skirt,” she announced to the world at large, and Larry did not object.
Yvonne rolled her eyes when she opened the front door and saw her daughter standing there in just a t-shirt and panties. “For heaven’s sake, Joan!” she said. “Go on upstairs and put something on your bottom half.” She turned to Larry, as Joan disappeared up the stairs. “I am SO sorry. Has she been a real handful?”
“It’s quite all right,” said Larry. “I just try not to react.”
“Oh, are those the dresses you bought?” inquired Yvonne, noticing the bag Larry was carrying.
“Yes indeed,” said Larry, and he pulled out the blue dress.
“Is this mine?” asked Yvonne. “Ooh, I like it!”
“Would you like to try it on?” asked Larry. “If it doesn’t fit, I can take it back.”
Yvonne smiled. “Well let’s see shall we? I’ll be back in a tick.”
Larry wandered into the living room, where he found Yvonne’s husband. “Hello Graham,” he said.
“Did I hear Yvonne say she was going to try on her new salsa dress?” asked Graham.
“Yes – she just took it upstairs.”
“Ah, excellent, excellent,” said Graham. “Can I make you a cup of tea or coffee?”
“I’m all right, thanks though,” said Larry.
A couple of minutes later, the two men heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Yvonne came into the room, clasping her hands together in front of her crotch. She looked rather nervous.
“Um,” she said, “I think this dress may be a little more revealing than I had had in mind.”
“It’s wonderful!” enthused Graham as he stared with approval at the plunging neckline, which showed off as much of Yvonne’s breasts as possible without baring her nipples. “Wow!”
Larry coughed. “Gosh,” he said, “yes it is a bit revealing, isn’t it? Oops!”
“Oh, you two,” said Graham. “I like it! But move your hands, darling – I want to see the whole thing.”
“But I can’t!” said Yvonne, her cheeks turning red. “It doesn’t cover my knickers!”
“Really?” exclaimed Graham in surprise. “Oh!” He pondered this for a few seconds, then said, “Damn it, now I really want you to move your hands. Come on darling – it’s only me and Larry here.”
“If you’d feel more comfortable,” said Larry, “I can leave.”
Graham snorted. “That’s just silly. How are you going to teach her if you’re not allowed to see her in the dress?”
“Yes, there’s no need to leave on my account, Larry,” said Yvonne. She bit her lip. “Oh well.” She moved her hands to her sides, revealing a white diamond of material below the point where the two sides of the dress, folding over each other, met in the middle, about three inches above Yvonne’s crotch. From this point the dress descended to either side, reaching its lowest point at each hip.
“Well, that’s pretty revealing,” acknowledged Larry. “But honestly, Yvonne, it’s designed that way. It will look much better with matching panties, because they’ll look like they’re just part of the dress. Anyway, I’m sorry if it’s too much for you.”
But Graham clapped his hands. “I love it!” he said, cackling with glee. “Darling, you look sensational!”
“Thank you darling, but I’m not sure I should be looking quite this sensational in front of Larry.”
“Do you think you’ll feel more comfortable with the matching panties?” asked Larry, “or should I just take the dress back and get a different one?”
“Well I’d rather have a different dress…” said Yvonne, looking to her husband for support.
“I like this one!” said Graham.
Yvonne rolled her eyes. “I’m sure.”
“Can you give us a twirl?” asked Graham.
Yvonne reluctantly turned around. The back of the dress covered her buttocks with barely an inch to spare. “Does it look as short as I think it does?” she asked.
“I think it looks fabulous,” said Graham. “You have great legs and this shows them off to great effect.”
“Darling, you’re biased,” said Yvonne. “Larry, tell me honestly – does this look good to you?”
“I think it looks extremely sexy,” said Larry, “as any decent salsa dress should. And if you’ll forgive my impertinence, I have to agree with your husband – you have great legs and this dress is a good showcase for them.”
“You see?” said Graham.
“All right,” conceded Yvonne, turning to face them again. “I suppose I’ll keep it, then. But if I’m ever to dance in front of other people, Larry, you’ll have to get me those matching panties. I’ll pay you back, of course.”
“Certainly,” said Larry. “Well, I should probably get going.” He stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Yvonne.”
“Yes – and don’t forget our trip to Scarborough,” said Yvonne. “Are you still happy to drive?”
“Oh, that bloody seminar,” said Larry. “Damn – I had forgotten. Yes, I’m quite happy to drive.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you here at about seven, then?”
“Right,” said Larry.
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At seven o’clock on Monday morning on the dot, Larry pulled into Yvonne’s drive. She had been watching for him, and so she soon appeared, carrying her laptop bag. As she climbed in, she said, “I do hope this isn’t going to be as much of a waste of time as I think it is.”
“Me too,” agreed Larry.
The drive was long and tiring, but they arrived at the hotel in plenty of time for the luncheon at twelve o’clock. The seminar started at one, and was actually quite interesting. Despite their misgivings, Larry and Yvonne both ended up taking an active role in the workgroups set up by the facilitator.
It finished at five o’clock, but they stuck around to chat with the other attendees, who had come from all over the country. Many of them were staying the night in the hotel, but Yvonne and Larry both wanted to get back home, so they had a meal together at Pizza Hut, and then headed back south. It was getting dark, and starting to rain, which made visibility rather poor.
After half an hour of driving, Larry said, “Um, I think I may have made a wrong turn somewhere back there.”
Yvonne nodded. “I was going to say that this doesn’t look familiar.”
The road they were following was winding through the countryside, and they had not seen a sign for the motorway for several miles. Nevertheless, Larry continued on, hoping to come to a junction with a helpful signpost.
The rain was coming down harder and harder. Even with the wipers turned up to double speed, Larry was having trouble seeing far along the road ahead, and he had slowed down to less than twenty miles an hour. They came to a junction, but the town names on the sign did not mean anything to either of them, and Larry had no map – his directions had come from the internet, and were useless now that they were off the beaten track.
“Damn it,” said Larry, ten minutes later. “Maybe we should just turn back. We could be driving around for hours like this.”
Yvonne nodded. Her mobile phone had run out of battery power the day before, and this morning she had accidentally left it on her dressing table, where she had plugged it in to recharge. Larry, luddite that he was, had no mobile phone. So with no way to ask for help with directions, turning back seemed like the most sensible idea at the moment. “Okay,” she said.
The road had become single-track. Larry slowed down, and then stopped just beyond the entrance to a field. He started to back in, and then cursed as he saw headlights suddenly approach from ahead of them. He stepped on the accelerator, to get out of the other car’s way as quickly as possible, and rolled back several metres into the field. The other car passed, and Larry shifted into first.
The car would not move. “Damn it!” exclaimed Larry. He pressed harder on the accelerator, but still the car remained in place. “We’re stuck in the mud!” he said.
“Well stop accelerating, then!” said Yvonne. “You’ll only dig us in deeper. Try backing up a bit.”
Larry tried, but to no effect. He pounded on the wheel in frustration.
“Maybe I should get out and push?” suggested Yvonne.
“Yvonne, you’ll get soaked to the skin,” said Larry. “And probably all muddy too. I’ll get out and push – you move over and start accelerating gently when I tell you to.”
“Very gentlemanly, I’m sure,” said Yvonne, “but from a practical standpoint, it makes more sense for me to get out. You’re already in the driving seat, and once we get out of this mud, it would probably be safer for both of us if the driver did not have wet and muddy feet on the pedals.”
“Jeez, I could always drive barefoot,” began Larry, but Yvonne was already getting out of the car. “Hey!”
It did not take long for Yvonne to feel the rain soaking through her clothing. She squelched through thick mud to the back of the car, where she braced her hands against the boot. “Okay!” she yelled.
She could hear the wheels spinning as she pushed, trying to rock the car back and forth, but she could not shift it – the wheels were too deeply embedded. Her feet were also buried now, well above the ankle, and her jacket, blouse and skirt were drenched. She could even feel her underwear getting soaked. The rain was pounding down on her like a thousand tiny mallets.
She gave up trying to push, and instead tried to get her feet out of the mud. When she managed to free her left foot, she cursed as it came out without its shoe. Overbalancing, she was forced to put her shoeless foot down in another spot. Mud squelched between her toes as her foot sank deep. She groaned in frustration, then reached down and tried to find her shoe. Water had already poured into the hole, but she managed to locate it. Getting it out, however, was another matter. She had to tug very hard, wiggling it constantly back and forth. When it finally came free, she fell over backwards, landing on her bottom in the mud. She howled in annoyance. Not only had she got herself soaking wet and muddy, but now her other shoe had come off.
She pulled both feet out of the mud, then she tucked her legs beneath her and crawled to the spot where she figured her missing shoe was. Her knees sank into the mud as she searched, and mud flowed over the tops of her calves. She heard the slam of a car door.
“What are you doing?” came Larry’s voice.
His tone was so disgruntled that Yvonne nearly lost it. “I’m trying to find my shoe!” she snapped. “I fell over in the mud, and I’m filthy, and soaking wet, and not having a very good time!”
“I’m sorry,” said Larry. “I knew I should have got out and pushed myself.”
“You think you could have done better?” Yvonne demanded. “The car’s stuck fast, damn it! It’s not going anywhere!” She sneezed.
“Look, you’re going to catch pneumonia if you’re not careful,” said Larry. “Get back in the car. I’ll try pushing.”
“I have to find my shoe!” Yvonne yelled. “Oh. Here it is.” She spent a few moments trying to get it free, then she cursed again. It was too well stuck and too slippery – she was going to need two hands for this. She was beyond caring about getting any more dirty by this point, so she simply sat down in the mud, straddling the hole in which her shoe lay, and then reached down to grab it with both hands. As she tugged at it, her bottom and legs sank into the mud, and the hem of her skirt beneath her legs was pressed down beneath the surface. Liquid mud surged up the inside of her skirt, and started to gather around her panty-clad pussy. When her shoe popped free, she fell on to her back with her legs in the air. The mud that had been collecting inside her skirt ran up between her legs and poured all over her panties, surrounding and submerging them in a gooey brown pool. Lying in the mud with her knees up, Yvonne began to laugh hysterically as the rain continued to patter down all over her body.
“Are you okay?” asked Larry.
“Yes, yes, I’m okay,” said Yvonne, squelching as she got herself back up into a sitting position. “If you could help me up, maybe we can try pushing the car together.”
They tried, but it was hopeless. Their feet could not find adequate purchase in the mud, and twice Yvonne slipped and fell on to her front, completing her muddy coat. In the end they gave up.
“What now, do you think?” asked Larry, shivering. He was now just as soaked as Yvonne, if not as muddy.
“We’ll have to abandon the car,” said Yvonne, whose teeth were chattering. “We have to get out of these wet clothes, but we don’t have anything else with us to change into. Those lights behind us might be a farmhouse – perhaps we could get some help there.”
“Okay,” said Larry.
Yvonne retrieved her purse from the car, which Larry then locked, and the two of them set off on foot across the field. Yvonne, who was carrying her shoes, had fallen over several times more by the time they reached the other side. Larry fell over once. They then had to climb through a barbed-wire fence, which for Yvonne meant hiking her skirt up to her hips. It was dark, though, and she figured Larry couldn’t see much by the light of the windows ahead.
They were both thoroughly drenched, filthy, cold and miserable when they finally rang the doorbell next to the front door of the house. Half a minute later, the door opened. The man inside was in his fifties. “Evening,” he said.
“Hello!” said Larry. “Um, our car’s got stuck in the mud. We were wondering if maybe you could, um…”
Yvonne interrupted. “We’re wet through, and freezing cold,” she said. “Could you possibly put us up for the night, and let us use your phone? We’ll pay you for your trouble.”
The man stared at them. “Been rolling around in the mud, have you?”
“We didn’t mean to!” said Yvonne.
The man stood aside to let them in. “I’m Stanley,” he said. “Stanley Marsh. You’re lucky – we have one room available. Most of our guests come in through the front, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”
“This is a bed and breakfast?” asked Larry, surprised.
“That’s right,” said Stanley. “You didn’t know that?”
“No! We thought this was a farmhouse,” said Yvonne.
“It used to be. Now it’s a B&B. Breakfast is between seven and nine.” He booked them in, then led them up a flight of stairs and showed them a rather small room with a double bed. “There’s a shared bathroom at the end of the hall. The lock’s broken, but if you just close the door you shouldn’t be disturbed. I apologise in advance for the lack of heating – the thermostat’s broken.”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” interrupted Yvonne. “Thank you very much. Is there a phone we could use?”
“At the foot of the stairs,” said Stanley. “Just write down how long you spend on the phone, and I’ll put it on your bill, Mr and Mrs …?”
Larry opened his mouth to speak, but Yvonne cut in, “Coleman. And do you have a washer and dryer we could use? We don’t have any spare clothes, so we kind of need to get these clean and dry.”
Stanley scratched his head. “Well we don’t have any laundry facilities for guests,” he said, “but I suppose I could help you out. Just leave your wet things in a pile outside your room, and I’ll pick them up and wash them.”
“Thank you,” said Yvonne gratefully.
Once they were in the room, and Stanley had departed, Larry said, “Why didn’t you tell him we’re not married?”
“This is the only room he has, and it’s a double,” said Yvonne. “I didn’t want him kicking us out because he thinks we’re up to no good.”
“Oh come on – do you really think he would?” asked Larry.
Yvonne shrugged. “Some people in these out-of-the-way places are pretty old-fashioned in their ideas,” she said. “I just didn’t want to chance it.” She rummaged in her purse, and pulled out a little bag containing a small tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush. She grinned. “I’m always prepared. You can use these after me if you don’t mind sharing a toothbrush.”
“I don’t mind,” said Larry. “Thanks – that’s great.”
Yvonne called home briefly to tell Graham what had happened, then she called work and left a message that they would both be late the following day. Then she took a bath. She returned to the room wearing just a towel, and left her wet clothes in a bundle outside the door. “Your turn,” she said to Larry.
“Heh,” said Larry, holding up a tube of KY jelly. “I found this in the bedside table. Perhaps the last occupants of this room were a gay couple?”
“It’s not just gay men that use that stuff,” said Yvonne. “But I suppose it’s quite possible.”
Larry shrugged, and tossed the tube back into the drawer. He took the toothbrush and toothpaste from Yvonne, then he grabbed his towel and headed out to the bathroom. When he returned, Yvonne was already in bed. He regarded a chair in the corner of the room. “Looks like I’ll get a comfortable night,” he said.
“Yeah – sorry,” said Yvonne. “I can take the chair if you want. I just climbed in here because it looked so inviting.”
“You stay there – don’t worry,” said Larry. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. Um, is there a spare blanket I could use though?”
“There’s just one sheet and one blanket on top of me,” said Yvonne. “I suppose you’d better take the blanket, though God knows it’s none too warm in here even with that.”
Larry nodded, and took the blanket off the bed. Underneath just one sheet now, Yvonne curled up into a ball, shivering. Larry switched off the lights, then he settled down into the chair and wrapped the blanket around himself. Half an hour later, he was both uncomfortable and cold.
“Larry?” came Yvonne’s whisper. “Are you awake?”
“Yes,” grumbled Larry, “and likely to remain so.”
“I’m freezing, Larry. For God’s sake just climb in here with me and put the blanket over us both.”
“Are you sure?” said Larry. “What would Graham say?”
“I don’t care! I’m freezing! What would he say if I died of hypothermia?”
“All right then,” said Larry. “Um, are you naked under there, though?”
“What do you think? All my clothes are soaked and filthy. Of course I’m naked. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” said Larry, laying the blanket over the bed. “And you’re sure this is okay?”
“We’re both mature adults, Larry,” said Yvonne. “And our need is too great right now to worry about modesty. Just get in – I could really do with the additional warmth of your body heat.”
Larry climbed in, making sure he did not come into contact with Yvonne’s naked body. “Thanks for this,” he said, still shivering. “Goodnight.”
“Larry, get over here and cuddle up to me!” hissed Yvonne. “I’m serious! I’m freezing. Just don’t try and grope me or anything, or there’ll be trouble. Tomorrow we’ll just pretend this never happened.”
“Oh! I didn’t realise that’s what you meant,” said Larry. Gingerly he turned and eased himself closer and closer to Yvonne, until his chest was pressed against her back. Her warm skin felt very nice, and, despite his natural reserve, he put his arm around her and tucked it down across her belly. He pressed the front of his thighs against the back of hers, and they even pressed their feet together.
“I’m really sorry about this,” whispered Larry.
“Don’t be! This is just what I need,” replied Yvonne. “Um, but I have to ask … do you have an erection?”
“Oh God! Sorry. Yes,” said Larry, horribly embarrassed.
“Well, I suppose that’s understandable,” said Yvonne. “Just try not to stick it between my buttocks quite so much, okay?”
“Oh no!” said Larry, mortified. “I’m sorry!”
“Stop apologising! Don’t be embarrassed – it’s a natural physiological response to this rather unusual situation, and I’m not going to hold it against you. Just … I don’t know … stick it between my legs if you have to stick it somewhere. At a safe distance from you-know-where, though.”
“Righto,” said Larry. He adjusted his position, and the position of his erection, so that it was poking between Yvonne’s thighs rather than sandwiched between her buttocks. “Is that better?” he asked.
“It’ll do,” said Yvonne. “Now let’s try to get some sleep.”
Larry tried, but he was finding it hard to ignore his current situation. Ten minutes later, Yvonne whispered, “Larry, what the hell?”
“Sorry!” said Larry guiltily. “It’s just … this is kind of difficult – I just needed a little relief…”
“Do you need to masturbate?”
“No!” whispered Larry. “I’m not going to masturbate while in bed with you, Yvonne.”
“Larry, that’s exactly what you were doing, though. You were just using my thighs instead of your hand. I don’t blame you, exactly, but damn it I need to sleep!”
“I’m sorry,” said Larry. “I’ll try to keep still.”
“All right then.”
Twenty minutes later, Larry thought Yvonne was asleep. But then he heard her say, “Larry! For heaven’s sake! Just have a wank and get it over with!”
“I don’t have any tissues!” Larry hissed back.
“There’s a box on my bedside table,” whispered Yvonne. “I think I can reach it … there. Got one. Do you need more than one?”
“One will be fine,” said Larry. He took the tissue, then moved away from Yvonne so that he could masturbate. He felt very self-conscious about doing so, however, and five minutes later had still not climaxed.
“Larry, I’m getting cold! How long is this going to take?”
“Sorry! I don’t know – I’ll be as quick as I can.”
After another five minutes, however… “Larry! Get back here – I’m cold.”
“Um … I haven’t come yet,” said Larry apologetically.
“I figured.” Yvonne sighed. “Just stick it between my thighs again, and do your thing – at this point I just want it to be over with so I can sleep.”
“Are you sure?”
“Stop asking me if I’m sure! I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure.”
Larry resumed his position, cuddling up to Yvonne’s back, and he positioned his erection between her thighs again. Then he started to thrust back and forth. Unfortunately, however, his pubic hair kept getting caught between Yvonne’s legs with each forward stroke, and then tugged unpleasantly on the backstroke. “Yvonne, I hate to ask this, but could I maybe use some of that KY jelly in the drawer? This will be easier and quicker, I think, with some lubricant.”
Yvonne was silent for a moment. “All right,” she said at last. “It was kind of chafing anyway.”
Larry rolled away from her and reached into the drawer for the jelly. Rolling back, he flipped open the top, placed it between Yvonne’s thighs, and squeezed. It was hard to tell if any was coming out.
“Larry, how much of that stuff are you going to use?”
“Oh, is it coming out?”
“Yes! And has been for about ten seconds!”
“Oh shit – sorry.” Larry closed the cap and placed the tube back on the table. “Do you want to rub it in or shall I?” he asked.
“I’ll rub it in, thank you!” said Yvonne. After half a minute, she said, “All right – go ahead.”
Larry replaced his penis between her legs, and started thrusting. This time it was very different – he was sliding about all over the place. When he finally settled into a rhythm, Yvonne said, “Larry, you’re awfully close to somewhere you shouldn’t be.”
“Oh no! Sorry. It was just hard to keep it in one place. It’s very slippery.”
“Never mind – just hurry up, okay?”
Larry continued to thrust, his strokes getting harder and faster. His erection slid this way and that, its movements getting more erratic as he approached his climax. Then it slid a little further up than it had before, and Yvonne squealed. “Larry!” she hissed.
“Oh God!” exclaimed Larry, pulling his erection out of her vagina. “Oh God Yvonne, I’m so so sorry!”
Yvonne sighed. “I’m sure you didn’t do it deliberately,” she said. “But you have to be careful – I’m not on the pill. Graham had a vasectomy years ago, so I’ve had no need to take contraception. Also, I’m in the middle of my cycle at the moment, so I really can’t stress enough: be careful!”
“I will,” said Larry. “Shall I continue?”
“Go on,” said Yvonne. “It seems like you’re almost done, and I for one am looking forward to finally getting some sleep!”
Larry resumed thrusting, and once again his strokes became wilder as he approached orgasm. Then Yvonne squealed again. “Damn it, Larry!”
Larry was so close to coming that he almost shot his load right inside her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he said, withdrawing his erection once more.
“What did I tell you about being careful?”
“I know! I’m really sorry. Maybe I should just go back to the chair.”
“And leave me to freeze? No Larry, just finish up, and then we’ll sleep. And not a word to Graham about this, all right?”
“Right,” agreed Larry fervently. “Okay then, here goes.”
He started thrusting again, and his grip around Yvonne’s waist tightened as he neared his climax. He tried to keep his erection low, but as he felt himself coming, his strokes became wilder, and his erection pointed more directly upwards. As his semen spurted from his penis, Yvonne squealed a third time. In the throes of orgasm, Larry continued thrusting until he had finished ejaculating. “Ohhh-hhh-hhhh!” he moaned.
“For God’s sake, Larry, you just came inside me!” hissed Yvonne angrily.
“Oh no!” whispered Larry, quickly coming down from his high.
“Oh no is right! Damn it Larry!”
“Gosh Yvonne, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what to say!”
Yvonne sighed. “Just forget it. I suppose I brought it upon myself in a way. Tomorrow morning I’ll wash myself out and hope for the best. In the meantime, can we finally get some sleep, please?”
“Yes,” said Larry. “Of course. Sleep well.”
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It was less than an hour later when Yvonne awoke from her slumber. “Larry?”
“Sorry,” whispered Larry. “I kind of got horny again.”
Yvonne sighed. “Any chance you’ll get back to sleep without another orgasm?”
“I’ll try,” replied Larry.
Half an hour later, though, he was still keeping Yvonne awake with his twitching and slow, subtle thrusting between her thighs.
“Damn it,” said Yvonne. “Just do what you have to do, and do it quickly. Make sure you don’t put it inside me this time, though!”
“Thank you thank you,” whispered Larry. “I’ll be as quick as I can. Let me get some more lube.”
He squirted more lube between Yvonne’s thighs, and she rubbed it in. Then Larry started thrusting, and it was not long before he accidentally slipped his erection into her cunt. This time Yvonne simply sighed and said, “Larry!”
“Oops,” said Larry. “Sorry.”
A minute or so later, it happened again. And half a minute after that. The time after that, Yvonne hissed, “Oh for God’s sake, Larry, just leave it in there. You’ve already done the damage – just finish up and let me go back to sleep.”
“All right – thanks!” gasped Larry. He continued to thrust inside her, but try as he might, he could not quite get himself to orgasm.
Yvonne waited impatiently while Larry slammed his penis in and out of her. “What’s the hold-up?” she whispered eventually.
“Sorry,” responded Larry. “It’s taking longer because I’ve only recently had my last orgasm. It might help if we try a different position…?”
“You’re joking, aren’t you?” said Yvonne. She endured another couple of minutes of fruitless thrusting, then said, “Oh all right. What did you have in mind? Missionary?”
“Yes – that should work,” said Larry.
Yvonne turned on to her back, and spread her legs so that Larry could climb on top of her. He settled himself down, and eased his penis into her vagina. Then he started to thrust. After hammering away for two minutes, he groaned out loud and spurted more semen deep inside her. Then he collapsed on top of her, panting.
“All done?” asked Yvonne.
“Yup,” said Larry. He pulled out of her, then they resumed spooning. “Thank you so much, Yvonne. Sleep well.”
“You too,” said Yvonne grumpily.
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It was three o’clock in the morning. Yvonne sighed with annoyance. “Not again, surely!”
“Yvonne!” Larry jabbered. “I’m really sorry, but you don’t know how incredibly arousing it is to be thrown by circumstance into bed with a beautiful naked woman!”
“All right all right,” muttered Yvonne. She turned herself on to her back, and spread her legs. “Just get on with it.”
Larry quickly lubed himself up, then he squirted some more lube on to Yvonne’s pussy and rubbed it in. Easing himself into her, he sighed happily. Then he began to thrust.
Fifteen minutes later, he was still at it. “What’s the problem?” asked Yvonne.
“Two orgasms in one night,” said Larry. “Hard to be as quick with a third.”
Yvonne sighed. “What do you think would help you along this time?” she asked.
Larry thought for a moment, while continuing to fuck Yvonne. “Maybe … if I could see you? See your body, while I’m doing this? That would be pretty exciting, I think.”
“I’m sure it would,” said Yvonne. “But I think that’s a line we shouldn’t cross.”
“Okay. Well then, maybe … if I could put my finger up your arse?”
After a moment’s pause, Yvonne said in a small voice, “All right.”
Larry reached around underneath Yvonne’s bottom, and found her anus with his middle finger. The whole area was already lubed, and he found it quite easy to slide his finger all the way into her rectum. For the next five minutes, he fucked her anus with his finger while fucking her cunt with his penis. Then he introduced another finger into her anus, and, after two more minutes, a third.
This made Yvonne wince. “That’s enough, Larry,” she muttered.
Fucking Yvonne’s rectum with three fingers proved indeed enough, and Larry groaned as he pumped more semen into her cunt. This time he stayed inside her for a couple of minutes, whereupon she tapped him on the shoulder. He climbed off, and got back behind her again as she turned away from him. This time, as he snuggled up to her back, he inserted his softening penis back into her vagina. Somehow he sensed that this would be okay. At any rate, Yvonne did not object.
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Yvonne awoke shortly after six o’clock. She could feel Larry repositioning his erection. “Larry?” she said.
“Hi,” whispered Larry. “May I please put it in your anus? It’ll be super-quick.”
Yvonne felt terribly tired. She could really do with another couple of hours’ sleep. “All right,” she said. “Just pull out before you come – I don’t like having sperm in my arse.”
Using plenty of jelly, Larry gently slid his penis through her anus and into her rectum. After thrusting for a while, he whispered, “Can you get on your hands and knees?”
Yvonne frowned, but complied, spreading her knees wide to keep her bottom low. Larry’s hips slammed into her buttocks repeatedly, and his penis slid back and forth inside her bowels. His thrusting intensified as his climax approached, and then, at the last moment, he pulled out of her rectum and shoved his penis into her vagina. After a few more strokes, he climaxed, pouring yet more semen into her cunt.
They got back into their spooning position, with Larry’s penis in Yvonne’s vagina, and both of them quickly fell asleep again.
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Their clothes were waiting for them, arranged in a neat pile outside their room. They got dressed in silence, then went downstairs to have breakfast. Larry called his car rescue service, and, having paid Stanley, he and Yvonne walked down the road towards the car.
“Yvonne,” said Larry. “Um, about last night…”
“It never happened,” said Yvonne. “I never want to hear about it again.”
“But we had sex!” said Larry. “That’s a big thing!”
Yvonne stopped in her tracks. “No, Larry,” she said. “We did not have sex. I allowed you to masturbate inside my body. That’s not the same thing. I realise I am just as responsible for what happened as you are, and I don’t blame you for any of it, but you have to understand that it was a fluke, and something which will definitely never happen again. And, as I said, I never want to hear about it again. If you can’t handle that, then we have a problem, and maybe one of us should leave the company.”
“I can handle it,” said Larry hastily. “All right, I’ll never mention it again.”
“Good,” said Yvonne. “Because I still want to learn salsa dancing from you.”