"I don't want a relationship. Well, except right now, with that bulge in your shorts."

I first spotted him out the back of the house, extending the deck.

He was bare from the waist up, had biceps well worth breaking laws for, a chest that glistened with sweat, and as I found out later, a gorgeously innocent, naive smile.

It took me three days to convince him his conscientious half-naked body would be comfortable in the pool. I talked him from there to inside the house much more quickly. The pink bikini top I shoved down the front of his shorts might have helped. That or the promise that he could check whether or not I was a natural redhead.

The final target was to get him inside me, and we both knew it was going to happen.

He had to be talked into it first, though. I let him run through his arguments. "Listen Ainsley, what if your father comes home? I need this job."

"I told you, no one will be coming home for hours. Relax. You want a drink?"

"I... God. I could have a beer, I guess. You understand, right? I have a girlfriend?"

I turned to the fridge. "Yeah, so? I don't want her. I like men. Uh, beer... beer... Oh, here we go."

He took the beer, and sat on the sofa, staring at my bare breasts, and the remainder of my bikini. We both knew he was committed, no matter what he said. "Yeah, but... well, there's no way I can have a relationship with you."

"I don't want a relationship. Well, except right now, with that bulge in your shorts. Or is that my bikini, Samuel?"

"No, no, that's me. Okay, I'm confused, but I'm beyond arguing. You goddam better not change your mind!"

"Fat chance."

He put the beer down on the coffee table, and looked at me. I swung myself around until I was crouching astride his solid thighs, my knees outside his legs. He stopped hesitating then, and took me in his arms.

I loved the feel of his chest against mine, and the position meant that I was able to lift myself to his height. I pressed my lips to his, and as our bodies undulated I explored his mouth.

Our hands were all over the place. His solid fingers found their way to my hard nipples, and tweaked carefully. When I let out a sigh, he applied more pressure. I groaned, and the wetness spread between my parted legs. I repositioned myself carefully until my bikini covered mound was pressed against his very obvious bulge, and started to move against it.

That sufficed for a while, until Samuel's fingers found their way to my buttocks. The bikini didn't offer much resistance, and his fingers slid down the inside, his touch electric on my skin. He seemed to know exactly how to take me over, and when his fingertips lightly slid over the puckered opening I didn't even jump. I just pressed my ass hard against them, alternating between that and pushing myself hard against his solid cock.

After a few minutes, I couldn't stand it any more. I lifted my mouth from his and put it close to his ear. Without stopping the undulation of our bodies, I whispered to him.

"Samuel, honey?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind?"

"Mind what, sweetie?"

"Mind if I come?"

"God, no!"

"Well then, just keep... doing that."

"You like... this?"

"I like all of it, but oh, yes, that's... That's very... Now?"

"Now? Oh. You horny thing. Yes. Now."

I wasn't able to speak any more then. I pressed myself back against his fingers, welcoming a little more pressure, a little more invasion. I got it. He pressed the tip of one finger more precisely, spread the pucker just a little, and I screamed as I orgasmed, my thighs clenching hard around his, my ass doing its best to crush his invading finger.

As soon as I regained some control over my muscles I wrapped my arms behind his back, and pulled his solid muscles towards me again. It was a signal, and he didn't miss it.

His hands were still cupping the cheeks of my ass, and he lifted me, as he stood from the sofa. I put my arms over his shoulders and let him take me wherever he wanted. It turned out he was heading down the hallway, and expected some help.

"Where's your room, honey?"

"Oh, yeah, ah... take a left. Here."

"That's the laundry."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Next one. You've distracted me."

He carried me into the room, across to the bed, and threw me down on my back. "Strange looking room for a girl," he said, looking around.

"Oh, yeah, well I'm a strange girl, right?"

"You sure are. Lift your ass." I did as I was told. He pulled the damp pink triangles from my hips, and then I lifted my feet from the bed so he could pull them off. He threw them to the floor, and then reached into his shorts and pulled out the bikini top. "There you go. Back together."

"Oh," I said to him with a smile. "I'm pleased to see you weren't lying."

"Lying? About what?"

"That bulge."

"Oh." He blushed a little then, and it looked good on him. He looked at me, grinned briefly, and unbuttoned his shorts. Unzipping himself slowly, he let his hand slide down the front between his shorts and his now obvious black briefs. "You know, you are a bad influence." His hand was sliding slowly up and down in his shorts as he spoke.

"Oh, why is that, Samuel?"

"The last three nights, the first thing I did after I got home was to strip down and stroke myself like this, thinking about you."

"Oh, I like being that kind of influence."

"And last night, I even had sex with my girlfriend, and then jerked off later. I haven't done that since... well, probably since I was your age."

"I'm still not ashamed. You like me watching, don't you?"

"Yeah, for some reason, I do. I don't normally. See what I mean?"

"Yeah. You better not waste that, though."

"I won't. I want to come inside you, Ainsley. Not that you deserve it."

"You don't deserve it either, Samuel, but let's do it anyway. Now pull the shorts off."

"Say please."

"Please, Samuel, pull down the shorts, take off your briefs, and show me how you stroke it." That did it. He didn't speak any more. Just did what he was told. "That's better. God, it's bigger than I thought."

He stood there for a moment with his cock in his hand, his fingers slowly sliding up and down, until I beckoned to him. He took his hand off it then, and walked slowly towards me. I retreated a little up the bed, and lay back with my knees parted. He was never going to get a more blatant invitation, and he knew it.

He climbed on the bed, scooted forward on his knees, and just looked at me for a while. I was staring at his erection. He leaned forward then, and kissed me gently.

He manoeuvred his body to the right position, and I could feel the tip of his cock against me. He whispered in my ear. "Last chance." I put my hands behind his back and pulled him towards me. I could feel the large tip of him pressing against me, and he sighed as he pressed harder, spreading me, filling me.

Slowly the length of him slid inside me. He rested for a moment, as though he couldn't bear to move, and then slowly lifted himself from me, sighing as he took his weight on his big arms. He pressed back towards me more quickly, sliding wonderfully between my labia, tight but slippery.

We developed a rhythm that worked, his hard body pumping above mine. My thighs were reacting to his movements, and I was lifting to press hard against him.

Slowly he sped up, his cock rising and falling with more and more urgency. I could hear the tension in his breathing, and all it took was for me to whisper in his ear to go ahead and he exploded inside me, his body shuddering as he pulsed between my thighs.

Once he'd calmed down he was apologetic, worried that he'd not been able to wait until I was ready, but I wasn't at all concerned. I was sure I could get something else from him before we were finished, and I was right.

We lay together for a while, and then I turned to my side, spooned with him behind me, his chest against my back, his hands wandering over my breasts, his relaxed breath in my ear. That was when I turned the tables.

Without turning to face him, I spoke quietly. "Samuel, does your girlfriend masturbate?"

"Huh?"

"Well?"

"I'm sure she does, but I have no evidence."

"She doesn't like you to watch?"

"She's... shy."

"Ah. I'm not."

"I've noticed."

"Yeah. You know, you should lift your body, and see what's going on in front here."

That got his attention. He lifted himself up and peered over my hip, just in time to see two of my fingers disappear down under my ginger thatch, and start to slide in and out. He just watched for a while, saying nothing, and then, staying where he was, he started to massage my breasts again, tweaking my nipples and stroking the skin.

He kept whispering to me how much he liked my freckles, my fair skin and my red hair. I could feel his cock hardening again behind me, and I started to move against it a little with my ass. He joined in, thrusting a little behind me.

I put up with that for as long as I could, and then made it obvious what I wanted. Without changing positions at all, he lifted my upper leg, and slid his hard cock between my legs, and slid it easily up and inside my sopping tunnel.

I knew exactly what it took to come a second time, so I kept stroking myself, sliding my fingers around his cock as well, as it came out for a breath, before thrusting hard deep inside me again. I loved the feel of it like this, and I especially liked that I could bend forward and look down. There was his big cock in plain sight, sliding in and out of me.

The rhythm was different this time, and I was somehow in control. His thrusts were in response to my movements rather than the other way around, and I could manage the angle and depth as I wanted. My fingers provided the direct assault on my clit, and I took full advantage of all the points of contact.

Before too long, I knew I was ready. Samuel was gasping behind me, and it seemed he might not be far away either, but I was more concerned with myself right then, and I curled my fingers carefully to get just a little more contact. That was all it took, and my body took over.

My legs clamped closed, trapping his cock and stopping it sliding any further. A tickle began between my legs, and spread like a glow through my entire body. It was as though I could feel the individual nerves responding to the over-stimulation. I came, in a tremendous rush, my body shaking with the release, my muscles giving up on coordination. Samuel provided the last impulse. I realised in the midst of my climax that he had come again as well, deep inside me, and his body was releasing its own tension in a deep-throated groan of pleasure.

We just lay there, muscle impulses still not fully in control, bodies twitching. Just for a moment. Then things happened very quickly.

We both turned to the door at the same time, in response to the thundered "Exactly what the fuck are you doing in here?"

Samuel started to stumble out an answer. "Well... it's... it's not quite..." I didn't say a word. I just climbed from the bed and pulled my bikini back on.

"You're in my house, in my child's bedroom, fucking?"

"Well, it's... yes."

"Well fucking get out! I doubt you've ever been quite this fucking fired!"

"Yes. Yes, Sir. Look, Mr Brown..."

"Who the fuck said you could come in here?"

"Well, your daughter Ainsley did actually, Sir."

"My what?" That was my cue to leave. I ran across the floor, leapt over his outstretched leg, and headed for the outside door, stopping just long enough to grab my bag, and hear Mr Brown's loud voice once again. "I don't have a daughter. And who the fuck was that?"

Samuel tried to respond, but understandably he was a little flabbergasted. Naked in what looked like it must be the man's son's bedroom, lying on the bed, what could he say? He thought I was the man's daughter, and Mr Brown sure as fuck did not think so.

I ran around the house and down the street, intent on being far away before anyone came to their senses. A block away I put on my other clothes, playing it safe in case I was seen.

Pity though. I'd like to get together with Samuel at least once more. Now I'll need to move on. I've been keeping an eye on another house a few blocks from here though. They have a gardener, and no one else is ever home during the day. He can be my next target. He's dark, and tall. Big hands. You know what that means.

I do wonder though what Samuel might do if I show up at his next job... assuming he still has one. I wonder... he just might enjoy the risk as much as me. Well, maybe not that much...

Jul 2013
Liked, yes. Surprised, yes.

Jan 2012
really great with surprises that will probably keep on giving

Jul 2010
Course I liked it!!!

Jul 2010
Great!! I knew they were gonna get caught. However, 'this' twist just caught me totally by surprise and just started laughing after one HUH. Thanks, I needed that... LMAO

Jun 2009
You do like surprises, don't you. You are fun.

Sep 2008
Should have had a window to bail out of when dad came home. What would even have been more embarassing is to have the neighbours that are sitting on their front porch accross the street clapping as you trying to pull up your pants lying in the bushes ne

Jun 2008
Nothing really wrong with a bit of back-burner sex during a work break - unless the damn owner/boss is a prude. Hope 'Sam' gets a better job and that prude has apoplexy or something...

May 2008
I have just read "Inside" the first time I have read you I think. I found the story very fresh and refreshing, very economical with words, you told the story crisply, cheekily, you didn't stray from the story. Quite sensual, a lot of fun and the sexua

May 2008
Yes, i was surprised, very surprised. Hilarious ending to a sexy story. Another one of those brave girls. :-)

May 2008
Very good. Did not see the end coming

May 2008
Cute hook

Apr 2008
i thought the ending was hilarious. I wondered how often ainsley has done that.

Apr 2008
Yes I did :-) Yes I was :-o thank you

Apr 2008
I got it; I liked it; I was surprised.

Apr 2008
Chuckle.....A wonderful story with a super surprise at the end....loved it. Thank You.

Mar 2008
Wonderful story - beautiful ending

Mar 2008
Was I surprised, Yes Did I like it, Yes Poor lad like a lamb to the slaughter

Mar 2008
Nice story. Made me hot & horny. Yes, I was surprised by the ending. That seems to be important to you, it's in many of your stories.

Mar 2008
Nicely done on the "Inside" story.

Mar 2008
Funny ending! ;-)

Mar 2008
Yes I did like the story and no, I wasn't surprised.

Mar 2008
I WAS surprised - I like twists, but this one was a bit over the top, and just a bit irrelevant to what had preceded it

Mar 2008
Ah Gentle, lololol, twas wonderful. You are starting to develop an Alfred Hitchcock style of writing, with the endings of your stories going like they are. I love it......it's really neat. jThanks much for sharing your hard work & efforts.

Mar 2008
Yes, I liked it. And I was surprised. The finale was not expected and not one I had ever thought or heard of before. Good job! I laughed out loud.

Mar 2008
This is a GREAT story. Very clever story line that I never saw coming. And great description of their brief encounter. You are VERY creative! Thanks again for a great story.

Mar 2008
Okay Gentle, you really got me this time. I had no idea and was floored by the ending. Great job.

Mar 2008
Very well done

Mar 2008
Very much! Question though, how do you manage to put so much in only 12k worth of space?

Mar 2008
I liked it! And yes, I was surprised!

Mar 2008
Just fair, other than the surprise which is the best part of the bit. Thanks anyhow

Mar 2008
Gentle, I enjoyed it a lot, Ainsley not knowing ***** seemed a little strange, but yes I was surprised, a little!!!

Mar 2008
yes and yes

Mar 2008
i loved it. i *was* surprised.

Mar 2008
YES, I liked it! YES!! I was surprised! What a scream!! Thanks!

Mar 2008
Great story I liked it very much.

Mar 2008
Yes. And, yes

Mar 2008
Whoa. Funny seduction, the kind you do best. _Where_ did you come up with that ending??? I liked it, understand, but ... whiplash, definitely.

Mar 2008
thank you Gentle

Mar 2008
yes i was quite surprised....also curious

Mar 2008
of course i was surprised but i spent much of the time trying to figure out what the surprise would be.......!! and didn't ;)

Mar 2008
Well, I knew there'd *be* a surprise. You just said so. :-) But I wasn't expecting the one I got, no. Nice.

Mar 2008
When you post your next story here on storiesonline.net it will be #100 Make it extra hot and extra sticky!

Mar 2008
Well, hell yes I liked it. It is a hot fucking story and you are a master storyteller, but you know that! And, hell yes I was surprised. Wasn't that the whole point? Finally, hell yes that is an awesome cliff hanger. Give us more....soon!

Mar 2008
Hilarious - very unexpected...I am still laughing!

Mar 2008
Generally, I like your writing. However, the surprise(and it was) ending resulted in a degree of deceit and using others that I find offensive.

Mar 2008
Yes I was surprised and liked the story. I had been suspecting that the sensual young readhead might be...

Mar 2008
Where do you come up with these endings?? That was a great story!

Mar 2008
OMG!!! This is hilarious! The story is good on it's own merits yet seemed like a lot of other accounts of erotic encounters...until the end.

Mar 2008
EXCELLENT!! One of your best in my humble opinion. The scene built well, the dialog was believable and not overpowering, the sex was erotic...

Mar 2008
OOooahuuhh.. what a way to wake up.. That was Fabulous, And yes, surprising . My body is throbbing in all the right places..

Mar 2008
oh very very nice, i RLY enjoyed it :)