An Invitation from Beyond

[rambling man]

"I doubt they will care" I reply hesitantly. Then I place my hand on your shoulder and say "Okay, let's go." We walk through the dark section of the hall then past some stairs we had not noticed before near the mirror. It grew very cold for a second or two then warmed a bit, but with no perceptible breeze. Your hand reaches for mine and I clasp it liek I have known you for years. We keep moving down the creaky staircase, the sounds of the gathering fading in the background. I feel your heart pound as you press against me. We come to a doorway. I look at you and you nod yes, so I open it.

A piece of wall has collapsed, we press tightly together to get through the opening. I feel your body against mine, firm, heart pounding. I look into your eyes. Damn! I want to kiss you, I can almost taste your mouth. My fear has intensified my arousal and my cock has grown thick and hard in my pants. I try to keep my emotions in check, though all I want is to bend you onto your hands and knees and wildly drive my cock into you.. I lick my dry lips, grab your hand, and we move forward.

I feel aroused, but almost like someone or something is increasing my desire even more so than would be normal for me. I push those thoughts away, crazy thoughts, or are they???

 

[afternooner]

Alex

I,m typing away, when I hear several people gasp and one giggle. Looking up I see Richard mooning us. How in the hell can I fit this into a story, whats going on here. I see the face in the mirror too and feel the cold chill in the air like someone-something is moving about among us. Either Richard is up to something trying to chase us away so he gets the money or... this house is haunted! either way I'm bound determined to stick it out. There's one hell of a good story here and I have to see it to the end. Rooms, someones asking about rooms. I'm not sure if I want company but then I like that tiffany's long dark hair. hmmm...well I could make her a star, maybe, if she plays her cards right.

[Edited by afternooner on 05-30-2001 at 02:40 PM]

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Grace Miller, Mr. Winthorpe's secretary

I chose a seat in the front of the room, near where Mr. Winthorpe sat -- the better to hand him papers or anything else he might need. All I want is for him to read this will and be done with it, so that I can go home. I am a little taken aback when he stated that the will stipulated that "we" would have to spend the night at the house. Does this "we" include me? I hope not.

And speaking of the will, that Hillcrest woman must have been one crazy old bat. To name a bunch of strangers as heirs, with so many worthy charities in need of money...well, it isn't for me to criticize a client's choices. I have seen people make stranger requests.

I am struggling to pay attention as Mr. Winthorpe drones on, just marking time until I can leave, when suddenly I feel a chill. The next thing I knew, Mr. Winthorpe is standing up, naked from the waist down. What the hell? I clap a hand over my mouth -- it wouldn't be very professional to let out the shriek that bubbles up inside me. His face turns an interesting shade of pink as he struggles to pull his pants back up. Briefly I wonder if I should help him -- but then I decide not to. There are some things a man should do for himself.

[Edited by Ticklish Girl on 05-30-2001 at 04:29 PM]

 

[missla]

Michelle

Suddenly the attorney was standing there with his pants around his ankle, none of us real sure of what happened, but it was funny. Tiffany and I giggled, and his secretary was doing her best not to as well. As he bent over to pull up his pants, the moon came out over the room. Richard and Cassie had left the room, leaving me, Tiffany, Alex, and the football player. We all kind of looked at each other to see what would happen next.

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

As Joe and I start to poke around the old house, I get the almost overwhelming urge to have HIM poke ME! Now, I know that normally my sex drive operates in high gear, but with every brush of his body against mine, every time he takes my hand, I feel a certain warmth spread through my body.

I'm trying hard to concentrate on the rooms we are in, what we see, looking for......what??? Hidden TV cameras? Some guy jumping out telling us we have to go to some tribal council meeting?? But all I can think of is how much I would want this man to be fucking me right now.

I'm just gettin a little creeped out now, I think. That's all it is....hell, people always want to fuck when they're scared, right?

Suddenly, I look up at the ceiling of the room we have just entered, and gasp with fright. I clutch Joe's arm.

"JOE! LOOK! What's that!?!?!"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Well, as usual it didn't take Joey long to find a woman. At least this one isn't one of his typical floozies. Granted her clothes are a little too tight and manner a bit boorish, but I can tell she is one smart cookie. Anyway, this will keep them occupied for a while. They may even have found one of my little suprises. I summon all of my strength to slam the door shut, locking from the outside. I will check on them later, I decide.

Right now, I want to turn my attention back to Richard and the men and women still seated in the parlor. I cannot wait to see how dear Richard handles his little performance.

I notice that Alex has paused in his infernal peck, peck, pecking on that laptop. His handsomeness does this poor old lady's heart some good. He is no Adonis, but he oozes sex appeal. I wonder which of these ladies would be able to garner his affection. But maybe the talented write is just that. Are his words merely a source of income for him or can he back up his words with action? I raise my left eyebrow, a small grin upon my face, as I anxiously await the answer.

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

Suddenly I hear the door slam shut behind us. Leaving Joe, I rush to the door, to find it hopelessly locked.

"Joe! I can't get it to open! I think were locked in here!"

 

[afternooner]

Alex

Looking at Tiffany again, noticing her long dark hair, I suddenly become very turned on. Something about her piques my curoisity. She looks shy in a way, vulnerable. A sort of innocence about her. I'm wondering if she would like some company tonite as we attempt to satisfy the conditions set forth in the will.

I get up and moving over to her, sit down extending my hand saying "My Name is Alex, Alex Martin."

She looks down at my laptop inquisitvely and I continue "I'm a writer. A writer of romance novels. If you read them you might have read mine. Does Alexis Martin ring a bell?"

She looks up at me, smilling brightly." You're one of my favorite authors". she exclaims, clasping my hand tightly in both of hers.

[Edited by afternooner on 05-31-2001 at 07:35 AM]

 

[Xantham]

Stan Waterford

The reading of the will having passed, I was stunned for a bit. 15 million--split 6 ways--that's two and a half million each. I smile to myself. They're all probably thinking of me as stupid jock, but the one thing I can do is handle money. I think to myself-all I have to do is encourage a person or two to leave and my share goes up.

My thoughts were disturbed by the entrance of Joey, supposedly some family member. Not that I believe his story even for a moment. If he's a family member, why wasn't he in the will? If necessary, I will remove him forcibly from the premises.

When Mr. Winthorpe pants drop around his ankles, I noticed a number of people shiver in the room and even felt a slight chill myself, but though Mr. Winthorpe looked fairly impressive for a man of his stature, it was hardly reason to shiver.

I noticed, then that this Joey creep, and the blond bombshell by the door had left the room. Good riddance to the both of them. The girl, Cassie, had too much moxie for me. I would take care of Joey later.

This left Alex, Tiffany and Michelle in the room as well as Winthorpe and his secretary. Then Alex sidled up to Tiffany and started a conversation.

<"I'm a writer. A writer of romance novels. If you read them you might have read mine. Does Alexis Martin ring a bell?">

He writes under a girl's name? Kindy weird if you ask me. Why he didn't, so I didn't bring it up.

"Excuse me Mr. Winthorpe," I started in, "Tiffany asked where we were staying for the night, and I was kinda wondering the same thing. Does this place have a pool, too? Or even better, a hot tub?"

"Anybody up for a hot tub dip, if we got one here," I asked those people left in the room.

 

[missla]

Michelle

Alex and Tiffany started a conversation that looked like it might last a while. Stan finally arose and asked Winthorpe if there was a hot tub, and when he replied that there was one in the spa room, Stan asked if anyone was interested. A hot tub sounded fantastic, with the slight chill in the air, and the energy in the room. I stood up and said "Sounds great, Stan - let's go." We walked toward the door, and I couldn't help but notice that he was a very well put-together guy. You could tell he had been a football stud. He almost towered over my petite 5'1" body, not that there was anything wrong with that. We walked downstairs to the spa room.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

The Spirit Sets the Mood

I hear Stan and Michelle speculating about a hot tub. I had one installed a few years before my death to relieve the pain that wracked my decrepit body. This house had never witnessed anything that was going to happen tonight. I materialize in the spa room before they can set their plans. I place candles all around the tub and draw the hot water into it.

On this night, what should have been my 50th wedding anniversary, these people have been joined together to consumate the union that I had been deprive of. I whisper his name into the air, longing to be with him.

 

[Kimberly]

<"I'm a writer. A writer of romance novels. If you read them you might have read mine. Does Alexis Martin ring a bell?">

"My favorite author. My how manly you look Alexis." I let go of his hands and stand up.

"Mr. Winthorpe, Where are the rooms they we will be staying tonight? I would like to take my things and settle in."

I walk to the desk as he finishes fastening his pants.

 

[afternooner]

Alex

"Well I guess I blew that one,' I say under my breath as Tiffany pulls her hands from mine and walks away. Why did I even tell her I wrote romance novels and for gods sake to reveal my pen name. Shes the first person I've ever told. did she dis me because she found out Alexis was a fake or was she just plain not attracted to me?

All my life I wanted to be a writer but my strick religeous upbringing discouraged me. My parents thought the only book that was safe to read was the bible. Every literary endevor I undertook was put down and rebuked. When I left home I became a recluse, writing secretly, short romantic essays. I enjoyed writing about love and romance and of course, sex.


Thats when I decided to assume a different identity. I figured that if I wanted to be a sucess at writing for women I needed to assume the identity of one. Thus Alexis was created.

My books sold like crazy. it wasn't long before I was on the best seller list. I even got invited to oprah's book club I could'nt go, of course and I realized that I could'nt enjoy my sucess. I drew further and further into myself. I started surfing the internet to satisfy my need for knowledge. I needed to find out how to write like a man, like Alex I soon found myself getting into porn. Maybe I was rebelling I surfed night and day. I lost 20 lbs, stopped shaving stopped showering. I was a mess, my face was turning a sickly blue green color. my four sisters who were nuns waved their bibles at me." You're going to hell, Alex!" they said. My father locked the door when I came to visit. My mother just cried.

Then one day when I was at my lowest point, a most wonderfull thing happened to me I found Literotica.com. I was saved! Thanks to many of the fine writers I found there, I began to write again, not as Alexis but as Alex. I started eating again, I went to the gym, pumped iron and spent time in the tanning booth I was born again! I even began to take showers and shave! Which brings us today. Another fortunate event in my life but I don't feel comfortable, something in this house is making me feel controlled. I want to be Alex but some force is making me act like I'm Alexis. That's why I acted the way I did toward Tiffany. I sure blew it, didn't I. "(

[Edited by afternooner on 05-31-2001 at 02:20 PM]

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I believe he heard me whispering his name for he turned his head in my direction. "I want you, my love," my voice lightly sailing through the room. I knew he was not really my beloved departed husband, but he was the closest imitation. They didn't really look alike. The mannerisms were a little similiar to each other. They had the same name and that is what mattered. Because the name Hillcrest demanded respected from all the citizens of Wellsville, I had kept my maiden name.

Richard was too young to remember his name. Richard Winthorpe Sr always knew and he had taken that knowledge with him to his grave, obviously. Eventually, they will al know my secret but not until I am ready.

As I finish my reminscing, I realize that it is time to set the mood again. I see that Tiffany has rebuked Alex. Just for this moment. I call upon my spiritual strength and the phonograph begins to rotate. It plays "Unforgettable." I sway back and forth recalling the wonderful times that my beloved and I had danced to it.

 

[Xantham]

Michelle quickly took me up on my offer for the hot tub. This could get interesting.

"Down that hall," Mr. Winthorpe indicated, "at the end you will see a door that leads downstairs to the outside pool. Next to the pool there is a seperate building that houses the spa room and a sauna."

Mr. Winthorpe then proceeded to give me complete directions on how to turn on and fill the tub.

"Thanks, Mr Win."

I tok Michelle by the hand--a very soft and warm hand, I might add--and start to lead her down the hall. I took one quick look back to see if anyone else plans to follow, but Michelle gives me an insistent tug. With her smallish frame, the tug was a bit ineffective in moving me physically, but emotionally, I was starting to get excited.

"Whoa," I tell myself. "Not so fast, remember size up the opposite team in the first quarter, then use their weaknesses against them. However, the opposing quarterback has never been 5'1" with luscious breasts and shapely legs, either."

I respond to her tug and wrap my arm around her as we go to search out this spa.

We manage to find our way outside to the huge pool. As we stat to walk around the pool to the apparently fairly newly constructed outbuilding, we notice a ripple start in the pool heading towards us from the building. As the ripple nears, I feel the need to shiver again and Michelle jumps into my arms. I wrap my arms around her body and feel a much greater heat there.

I look intensely into her eyes and hold her gaze for a moment, then I lean down and kiss here lips hesitantly at first, then with greater passion. The chill leaves our bodies and we seperate somewhat guiltily.

"I'm sorry, I mumble, I don't usually do that to someone I hardly know."

As I glance away from Michelle, I notice that there is light coming from inside the spa.

"Oh, man! Did someone beat us there?" We hurried over to the spa and opened the door. Inside there were lit candles all over the place. And the hot tub was filled and ready. And no one else seemed to be around. The candles had hardly any melted wax, so they could not have been lit very long ago.

I looked over to Michelle who shrugged. I peeked into the sauna just to make sure, but there was no one there, either.

"Very odd," I said. "Do you suppose someone is trying to scare us or bring us together?"

 

[missla]

Michelle

Stan took me by the hand as we walked toward the spa room, around the pool. My small hand disappeared inside his very large one. A chill suddenly came into the air and we instinctively went into each others arms, which seemed to warm us both. As I looked up at Stan's eyes, he lowered his head and his lips were on mine, first with just a small kiss, and then a kiss that was much, much deeper. He backed away and apologized for kissing me, but before I could tell him that it was quite all right, we both noticed that a light was on in the spa room. When we opened the door, we could see no one inside, but there were candles lit everywhere, casting a soft, and romantic, glow over the room. Stan asked if I thought someone or something was trying to bring us together - I replied "Well, this is kind of a scary place, but we are together. Let's not worry about that now - that water looks great!"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Grace Miller

I stood up and stretched my tired limbs before approaching Mr. Winthorpe, who was instructing one of the prospective heirs about the hot tub. A hot tub! How...trite. I barely managed to restrain myself from rolling my eyes in disgust.

Once he was done with the happy hot-tubbers, I tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Winthorpe," I said. "I couldn't help wondering about something when you were reading the will. You said that 'we' had to stay the night -- but that doesn't include me, right? I mean, you've read the will, so there's no need for me to stick around, is there?" I hoped that he would tell me to go ahead and take off. There was a pint of Haagen-Dazs Vanilla Chocolate Chip in the fridge at home, and I was in the mood to watch "Casablanca" for the sixth time.

 

[Stirling]

Richard Winthorpe

I was mortified to find my pants had fallen in front of so many strangers, but since there were only a few snickers, I played it off. But there was something wrong with how that had happened, and the hairs on my neck began to stand up. I could swear I had felt hands, but no one had been near me.

The others seemed to pay it no mind though and were eager to explore the house, particularly the hot tub. As I wasn't sure of the layout and the will made no mention of sleeping arrangements, I let them fend for themselves, warning them only not to leave the grounds of the mansion. Soon, most of them had scampered off and my breathing began to steady and my heart stopped racing.

I began to pack up my valise, my hands still trembling slightly, when Grace came up to the edge of the desk, looking antsy. "There's no need for me to stick around, is there?" she asked.

I gave her a quick look, blinking rapidly. As usual, she was dressed primly in a sensible gray business suit, a credit to the firm of Winthorpe, Winthorpe & Miller.

She could read me well, and concern rose in her eyes. "I think you'd better stick around," I said quietly so that only she would hear. "Something's not right." I placed the will in my briefcase, then returned it all to the safe, closing it firmly shut. Grace greeted me with a raised eyebrow as I opened the desk drawer and removed a couple of flashlights, handing her one. "I think we'd better search the premises."

She gave me a pointed look, glancing at her watch but I shook my head. "What if anything," I asked her, as we walked down one of the musky halls, where the lights had long burned out and the furniture was draped with white sheets, "Do you know of the occult?"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I watch as Richard and Grace begin to search the premises. This Grace, whom I do not remember meeting, mesmerizes me. Her strength is as obvious as her vulnerablity. She tries to hide her womanhood behind no nonsense attire but I am able to see through it. I ponder the actions I can take to break past the barrier and find the girl needing affection. These two would make a most formiddable alliance, if only they could lighten up a little.

As Richard asks Grace about the occult I enter Grace's body while the melody wafts in the air. I touch Richard's arm causing him to turn to me. I gaze through Grace's eyes into his when I whipser, "I have an extensive knowledge on that subject, Dear." A look of astonishment replaces his former one of concern. Through my spirit, Grace's hands wind their way into his hair as her body presses aganst his chest. "Unforgettable, that's what you are.." I softly sing into his ear. Their mingled bodies are swaying as I leap out of Grace's form.

They are lost in the moment as I ascend the staircase to my room. I had not realized the spiritual energy it takes to perform that act. Thankfully none of the guests have claimed my bedroom as their own. I slam the door and lock it from the inside so as not to be disturbed.

[Edited by MtnAngelWV on 06-01-2001 at 09:28 AM]

 

[Kimberly]

Since Richard didn't tell me where the bedrooms were I look around and see Alex moping. I turn to him and ask him if he would like to explore the place. He gladly accepts but is confused like most men that gets shot down one minute and brought back up the next. I then start to go out the door to explore.

"Alex? You coming?

 

[Xantham]

Stan

The water in the hot tub did look inviting. But not as inviting as the sweet thing that was accompanying me. What did I really know about her? She looked in her late 20's, maybe 5'1", couldn't weigh more than 110, fully dressed. Her delightful curves were hidden behind her clothing as of yet, but hopefully that would change sometime in the near future.

I looked around the spa room for towels and saw a stack piled against one of the walls. I grabbed a pair and laid them next to the spa.

"I didn't bring a suit," I said stating the obvious, "and I'm betting you don't have a bikini on under those clothes."
I took a moment to look her over. She seemed somehow, familiar and not familiar all at the same time. "Since we've gone this far, do you mind if I help you to remove your clothes."

I heard myself say it even as I was stunned by what I was saying. I haven't been this brazen since college, when the chicks used to fall all over me because I was their star linebacker.

I looked Michelle in the eyes to see what her reaction would be.

 

[missla]

Michelle

Stan walked over and got us a couple of towels and laid them by the tub. He said he hadn't brought a suit, and he was right, I didn't have a bikini under my clothes. I was surprised when he asked if he could remove my clothes for me - I couldn't believe that he thought he was that confident and brash enough to think I would let him, but it was kind of cute, and inticing, that he said it. He was good-looking, and I wanted to see that body as much as he wanted to see mine. I can't believe I am thinking that - there's something about this place that seems to have an effect on us all. I finally said "Why don't you let me do it, and I'll let you watch." I can't believe I said that!!!! I mean, I'm in sales, and am usually pretty up front about things. but not like this. However, Stan seemed to be happy about that as he leaned against the hot tub.

I grinned at him as my hands went to the top button of my blouse and unbuttoned it. I moved down to the next button, and the next one, and the next, until I reached my waist. I pulled the blouse out of my skirt and undid the last button, and the blouse was hanging open. I had on a lacy red bra, and I knew he could see it against the white of my blouse. I pulled it open and slipped it off and laid it on a chair next to the tub. As I turned back toward Stan, I noticed him shifting his weight from foot to foot. My hands were on my hips and I ran them up my sides and then ran both hands over my breasts and gave them a quick squeeze. God, that felt good! They were just medium size, but as petite as I was, it made them look bigger. I didn't linger long and ran my hands down my stomach to the top of my short black skirt. I grasped the zipper on the side and slowly pulled it down to the end - Stan was intently watching my every move. I looked up at him as I pushed my skirt down my hips, reavealing the lacy red thong that matched my bra. I stepped out of the skirt and turned to lay it with my blouse. I dropped it and conveniently bent over slightly to give Stan a nice view of my rear. I turned around and smiled at him and said "Now why don't you show ME something?"

 

[Xantham]

Stan

"Why don't you let me do it, and I'll let you watch."

Wow, maybe she is as turned on as I am. As much as I like to help, just watching is sometimes even better. She slowly revealed her lacy red bra. The sight of her bare flesh locked up behind those translucent cups is mesmerizing. Her nipples seem to be poking into the lace insistent on their freedom. However, Michelle had different thoughts in mind. With just a quick caress for her breasts, she unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs showing off the matching red thong. When she dropped her skirt and bent over to pick it up, I nearly choked. Her tight rear-end was rounded in all the right parts with the slim red line of her thong riding up between the cheeks. I wanted to reach out and rub my hands all over it. In fact, I started to lean forward when she turned around and smiled at me. "Now why don't you show ME something?"

Doubting very much that I could match her show, I gave it my best effort. Tossing my shoes and socks to the side, I turned away from her and opened my sports jacket just over my shoulders, then I let it slide gently down my arms in back of me. Catching it with my right hand I swirled it out and in front of me and turned to face her again. Taking baby steps closer to Michelle with every button, I slowly unbuttoned my powder blue shirt. When I was in college, my abs were like a washboard, since then I have slipped, but they still had some semblence of a six-pack. I pulled the ends of my shirt out of my khakis and slipped it off. A bead of sweat started down my chest from the heat of the air in the spa. I have always been rather bare-chested, what hair I did have on my chest was light and sparse. So the drip of sweat travelled unmolested down past my abs and into the top of my pants.

I saw Michelle's eyes follow the drop of sweat all the way down. The lump in my khakis was obvious and I she gazed there for a moment..I waited for her to look up at me. When she did I smiled. I unbuttoned my khakis and undid the zipper. I carefully slid them down my legs making sure that my silk boxers didn't follow them down. Stepping out of one leg, I kicked them off to the side with my other leg. "I may need a litle help here," I said in what I hoped was a charming voice.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Grace Miller

I suppressed a sigh of irritation when Winthorpe told me I’d better stick around. So much for my Haagen-Dazs and “Casablanca” plans! He then whispered that something wasn’t right and that we had better search the premises. As he put the will away and took out a pair of flashlights, I stared at him in disbelief. Search the premises? What was this, a Grade B horror movie? I had a tape of “The Haunting” at home – I didn’t feel any particular need to act it out. I directed a meaningful glance at my watch, but he would not be budged. I finally gave in with a sigh and accepted a flashlight.

Together we walked down the hall. Our flashlight beams caused long, jerky shadows to climb the walls. Sheet-draped furniture lay everywhere, and there was the unavoidable smell of age, dust and mold. The atmosphere was definitely creepy, and then to make things worse Winthorpe asked me if I knew anything about the occult! I wanted to laugh and tell him to stop being so melodramatic, but then I shivered as another chill assailed me, just as it did in the other room before Winthorpe’s pants fell down.

Then the shiver passed and I felt…different somehow. As if I were suddenly a bystander in my own body. I watched myself touch his arm, marveling at this boldness. He turned my way, looking puzzled. My mouth opened and this throaty whisper came forth: "I have an extensive knowledge on that subject, Dear." His eyes popped with amazement, but he was no less amazed than I. Where did that come from? During the three years I had worked for the man, I had never even called him by his first name.

Quite of their own accord my arms twined around Winthorpe and my body pressed against him. I was a few inches shorter than he was, and my head tilted up to look into his wide eyes. His face was working through a variety of expressions, from surprise to fear to a kind of reluctant enjoyment of the feel of my body so close to his. Nothing like this had ever happened between us. Our relationship had always been very proper and businesslike. He was certainly an attractive man, but I had never even felt a flicker of interest in him.

A tune popped into my head, a song that I had heard once or twice before but never really liked. My lips parted again and I began to sing “Unforgettable, that’s what you are…” I could hear the melody playing, as if from a radio in a distant room. Why was I singing this song? I didn’t know the words, and I didn’t even like the song! And yet here I was, singing a few bars as my body began to move, leading him in a dance right there in the hall.

After some resistance, Winthorpe began to move with me, stiffly at first, then more naturally. His arms slipped around me as our bodies nestled more closely together. For my part, I was still watching my body do these strange things, but my reluctance was beginning to melt. I didn’t know why this was happening, but there was something very pleasant about this situation. Mmm, how long had it been since I had felt a man’s arms around me? At least two years, since Dan had broken off the engagement – I stopped that thought cold before it could hurt me the way it always did. I was over Dan. Completely.

Just then the faint music stopped and the words dried up in my mouth. Our bodies continued to sway there in the hall for a few more minutes, then stopped. We blinked, looked around, then stared at each other. I was back in control of my own body again, with no idea what had happened, or why.

I cleared my throat and (reluctantly) released Winthorpe. A second or two later his arms left my waist. There was a long, awkward moment. My face felt very hot. “Well,” I finally said. “I – I don’t know what came over me, Mr. Winthorpe. I’m sorry.”

 

[missla]

Michelle

I watched Stan as he slowly removed his clothes. It was definitely getting hotter in here, as I could tell when he removed his pants, leaving him standing in just his silk shorts, and I noticed a bulge in the front, a big bulge. He insinuated that he needed some help, and I couldn't help but smile at this. I said "Maybe this will help" as my hands went to the front of my bra. I again ran my hands over my breasts, and stopped to pinch my nipples through the fabric. The bulge in his shorts seemed to be getting bigger as I did this. My hands went to the clasp in the front of my bra and undid it. I moved my hands away and looked at him - "Do you want to see more?" He didn't say anything, just nodded. I then took the bra in my hands and slowly moved it away from my breast, gradually exposing my hard nipples, and finally, my entire breasts. I tossed the bra to the side and looked at Stan - he had a pained look on his face, and his bulge was definitely bigger! I thought about removing my thong, but then said "Why don't you let me see what's up under those shorts?" I got up the edge of the hot tub and watched him, my fingers running over my hard nipples, pinching them, making them even harder. I can't believe this is happening!