Fury of the storm...

[Mistress]

Lydia Chase

Lydia, caught the sheepish smile and almost blushed herself. Suddenly though, she found herself shaking hands with...George was it? "Umm hello George!" Wow, that guy's friendly, she thought to herself.

Turning back to the other man," Looks like you found who the fuck was home." Giggling, and smiling brightly to try and make him feel welcome. "You were saying something about upstairs and spare robes? Do I know you?" Her blue eyes caught his and she smiled again.

 

[Tyriel]

Josh

Josh opened his eyes slowly hoping that his bumbling blurb previously was nothing but a dream. Nope. They're all still here. thought Josh disappointingly. A wet (literally.) redhead was standing in front of him with an outstretched hand.

"I'm Lana, that's Lydia, that's Hank." she said and then glanced towards the third man, "I don't know his name yet because he hasn't told us it. Well, what about you? Why don't you tell us who you are."

Josh accepted the lady's handshake.

"Looks like you found who the fuck was home." interuptted a sweet giggling voice.

Another smile crept into his face.

"You were saying something about upstairs and spare robes? Do I know you?" question Lydia, her bright blue eyes capturing Josh's gaze.

Spare robes. thought Josh. Lana and Lydia. Spare robes... GEESSSS!!! Snap out of it! He closed his eyes once more and shook his head at himself. Then he realized he still held Lana's hand in his, and abruptly released it. The evening was not going well. He smiled his brightest smile in an attempt to salvage the situation, and replied apologetically to the group:

"Sorry... I... My name's Jostein Moller. Or Josh if you'd like. I just got here after a twelve hour flight from Norway. I'm just a tad tired." he explained.

"So yeah. It's a... pleasure to meet you all."

He paused and turned his attention to Lydia.

"Ummm... can I have a moment?"

 

[Mistress]

Lydia Chase

Lydia blinked her eyes and smiled,"Sure,"She led him out to the hallway and and grinned. "Sorry about earlier,I have a tendency to be a bit of a smartass sometimes. It's just, I hate storms and all of a sudden I have a house full of strangers!"

 

[David10]

*Someone rings the doorbell over and over*"ANYONE HOME!?"

 

[Merelan]

Anya:
I had watched him enter the room, and heard his fumbling words. nevermind. Leave it to a man to mess things up. Walking straight in, I was the one who belonged here, not these strangers.
"Excuse me." Pausing to get their attention. "If you will follow me. I have towels and robes for everyone. If you care to there are showers. In about a half hour I shall be serving hot soup and various sandwichs, along with drinks, cold and hot, in the dining room. So please to follow me." Bowing my head and starting to ascend the stairs. Lydia just stood there open mouthed, along with his son. Uncle would have been proud of me. I could not leave his guests, cold and wet, unexpected so they were, out in the hall. hearing the knock at the door. I turned back.
"Jostien, could you please let them in. We seem to have another guest. A welcome guest, as you all are." I continued on up the stairs, not waiting for an answer. Wishing I had the nerve to tug my skirt down. I was dressed in the traditional french maid costume today, having been practising with the shortness of the flaired skirt, and the heels. My hair piled high on my head, yet a few curls having escaped. I led them into the Oriental room.
"There is a bathroom on either side here." Pointing to the wooden doors, their engravings sexual in nature.
"If you will please change out of your wet things, and into one of these." Throwing open the doors of a huge laquered wardrobe. "There are even slippers. I am sure you can all find something warm. Then when you are ready please come back downstairs and I will have something hot for you. The phone is out so we cannot call anyone for you. I hope you are all right. Will there be anything else?"

[Edited by Merelan on 05-31-2001 at 06:42 AM]

 

[Tyriel]

Josh

"Sorry about earlier,I have a tendency to be a bit of a smartass sometimes. It's just, I hate storms and all of a sudden I have a house full of strangers!" said Lydia.

Josh smiled. He was in no way what-so-ever offended by what Lydia had said earlier. In fact, he had found it rather amusing. It was going to be fun getting to know his newly acquired distant cousin.

"It's ok. I just wanted to tell you that I'm..."

Out of no where, Anya came waltzing into the room, cutting Josh off before he could explain who he was to Lydia.

"If you will follow me. I have towels and robes for everyone. If you care to there are showers. In about a half hour I shall be serving hot soup and various sandwichs, along with drinks, cold and hot, in the dining room. So please to follow me." she explained.

Lydia stood and watched, with her mouth open, with as much surprise on her face as Josh had on his. She returned her attention to him with a questioning expression and Josh shrugged in response, then reached out and gently nudged her mouth back close.

"Beats me. But yeah. That was what I was trying to say before about the sandwichs, drinks, robes yada yada yada. And I was about to say that I'm..."

Knock on the door.

"Jostein, could you please let them in. We seem to have another guest. A welcome guest, as you all are." ordered Anya.

What the fuck?!? Why am I getting the door? Isn't that the butler's job? thought Josh. Before he had a chance to respond, Anya had already turned her back and started up the stairs. Rolling his eyes, Josh smiled at Lydia once more and excused himself. He troddled off to the door to let the new guest in, as the rest of the group headed up towards the Oriental room.

 

[Xantham]

Hank

Well that was interesting. Where did that gentleman with the tripping tongue arrive from. I thought Lydia owned the place. And he was still wet, too as if he came in from outside. Oh well, no business of mine as long as they let me stay here in front of the nice warm fire.

I took stock of the people in the room. George looked like a reasonably cheerful fellow. A little too gregarious for my taste, but I was always a little nervous around overly happy people. Lydia was very cute, but if she owned a house like this complete with servants, she was so far out of my league that...that...well she was really out of my league. The goon who answered the door had left in search of towels and such, which was good, not so much because I needed to dry off...the fire was doing a pretty good job of warming me...but because--to be frank--he scared me. I didn't know, yet, what to think about Josh, apprently he just came over from Norway, but why didn't he come in the front door? Lana, ohh that Lana, she was not only a knockout, she was cute, too. OK, that sounded stupid even thinking about it. What I was thinking was really that she was hot and...quit thinking that, I hardly know the girl.

Lana gave a little shiver from the cold and wet.

Here's my chance, I can be cool and sauve and debonair or this could really suck...

"Lana, " I called out, "It is really nice over here by the fire, and I would be perfectly willing to share the heat."

Oh great, that sounded stupid. Well, par for my course anyway. Share the heat, where did that come from. At least she doesn't really know me and I won't have to worry about running into her at the supermarket so she can smile behind her sleeve and say to her boyfriend--she must have at least one--"There's that stupid kid I met at the mansion."

Disgusted with myself, I shake my head and turn toward the fire to start warming my other side.

Just then another woman, this time looking like a maid, comes in and takes command of the situation. Is Lydia the owner and does she let her servants treat her like this? Hmmm.

Again, I remind myself, you're just a visitor, none of it has to do with you.

[Edited by Xantham on 05-31-2001 at 07:58 AM]

 

[Mistress]

*Someone rings the doorbell over and over*"ANYONE HOME!?"

Hon, I tried to email you but of couse you have no email addy. But, we have a enough players at the time being.
Thank you

 

[Tyriel]

Huh?

Josh opens the door to find no one there. He frowns. And troddles back towards the Oriental room to chase after Lydia.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

I headed towards Hank and the warmth of the fire but stopped to stare at the honest to god, real life French maid walked in to take charge. Petite, beautiful, and a powerhouse when it came to taking care of her guests. I was amazed by her, and my eyes followed her as she left the room. I shook my head to clear it and headed towards Hank again. He was looking at the fire, warming himself. I smiled, he kinda reminded me of someone, I just couldn't figure out who. I leaned over his chair, "Hey."

He jumped a little and looked up at me. Maybe I had startled him. "What's the story, morning glory?" He just kinda looked at me. I laughed lightly and took his hand, pulling him out of his chair. "Come on, let's go get something warm to wear."

 

[afternooner]

George

The first thing I noticed agout Lydia as she shook my hand was her big blue eyes. A man could get lost in them, seriously lost. I also noticed that her smile was warm and sincere. Before I had felt she was somewhat strange, her mood seeming to change erery time she spoke. Now I'm realizing this is no sunday picnic for her, with all these strange people showing up unannounced.

I'm begining to feel a little foolish about this game I was playing, trying to be sneaky, when Lydia was trying her best to Deal with a difficult situation. Hell, If I was so welcome here and I had been curious about this old house, it seemed I had a open invitation to satisfy my curiosity and enjoy the company of some nice people, Most of all, Lydia.

 

[Xantham]

Hank

I was absorbed in the glow of the fire watching the little sparks jump up and burn out in a never ending cascade. They would range in color from yellow to orange and red, with an occasional whiteish one joining in. It was like they were trying to jump to freedom from the masses and they would always fail or at least become cold ash by the time they escaped.

"Hey"

"Waah." I nearly jumped out of my skin. I tried to keep it from showing on my face but I'm sure she noticed it.

"What's the story, morning glory?"

It was Lana, looking at me with a cute grin on her face. I tried to think of some amazing comeback, but nothing was coming to mind. I know I must have looked stupid just staring at her, trying to think of something, anything to say. She laughed at me lightly. "Great," I thought, "Now she thinks I'm an idiot."

"Come on, let's go get something warm to wear." She grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of my chair.

"Ummm, sure, let's do that." I stumbled over the words as she brought me to follow the others. All I could think about was her hand holding mine. Tell me that this is not a dream. Or does she think I'm such an idiot that I need someone to lead me around. I look at her as she brings me along. She is such a cheerful, happy person, I can't help but be drawn into her mood.

We got to a large room done in an Oriental style. "There is a bathroom on either side here," the French maid said, pointing to the wooden doors, their engravings sexual in nature. "If you will please change out of your wet things, and into one of these." She threw open the doors of a huge laquered wardrobe. "There are even slippers. I am sure you can all find something warm. Then when you are ready please come back downstairs and I will have something hot for you. The phone is out so we cannot call anyone for you. I hope you are all right. Will there be anything else?"

I looked into wardrobe. It had a bunch of robes inside, all very fluffy and warm looking. I smiled at Lana who was stil holding my hand. "Well, shall we get changed?"

 

[LittleRedDevil]

"Well, shall we get changed?" I looked around the room in amazement. It looked like it belonged in a Japanese palace not in the large mosoleum it had been built in. There was even a screen to change behind.

"I can't wait to get out of these wet clothes and into something warm." I let go of Hank's hand, not even realizing I still held it, and moved to the large cabinet. There were many different robes, all made from different fabrics and in different styles. I pulled out a navy silk robe, the soft fabric moving between my fingers. I had to wear it. I pulled out a towel to dry my hair and body, and a pair of fuzzy slippers.

"Be right back." I moved behind the screen, and started to strip out of my wet clothes. I pulled off my halter, shorts, and underwear, tossing them aside. I hadn't bothered putting on a bra this morning when I left the house.

The towel felt wonderful, as I scrubbed my body dry, wrapping my hair when I was done. I felt almost giddy as I slid my arms into the robe and tied the sash at my waist. The silk seemed to cling to my body with a life of its own, it made me feel sensual and sexy. I smiled as I stepped from behind the screen. "Okay, who's next?"

 

[Xantham]

Hank

"I can't wait to get out of these wet clothes and into something warm."

Lana let go of my hand. It seemed almost as if she had been holding it as an afterthought. She probably didn't even mean to have been holding it at all...

C'mon buddy snap out of it, broken-hearted puppy love is not going to help in this situation.

I followed Lana over to the cabinet where she pulled out a navy silk robe and a towel and slippers. Saying, "Be right back," she started to step behind what appeared to be a changing screen.

I was about to tell her that I thought we were supposed to change in the bathrooms, but she seemd so cheerful I couldn't break the mood. Then I noticed that due to the configuration of the hanging lanterns set about the room, that Lana had inadvertently stepped between the screen and a light source, throwing a light but visible shadow upon the fabric of the screen.

I was transfixed. I could see her reach down and pull her halter top over her head and I knew from casual observation earlier she wasn't wearing a bra..in shadow, her breasts looked exactly the same as before, but somehow knowing that she was naked behind the screen turned me on immensely. She then slid her shorts down her legs, followed by underwear. She rubbed her body with a towel, in silhouette it almost appeared as if she were caressing herself. Finally, she finished, wrapped her hair in the towel and put on the robe.

"Okay, who's next?"

I couldn't speak at first, I didn't know what to do. If I used the bathroom, she might wonder if I was some sort of prude, but if I went behind the screen, she would know that I just watched her undress, plus she would watch me undress. Even worse, right now I was so excited that there would be no hiding the obvious when I took my underwear off.

I screwed up my courage and grabbed a fluffy terrycloth robe as well as a towel and slippers. I hoped that the big terrycloth robe would help hide my condition a little when I got changed. I stepped behind the screen and pulled my t-shirt over my head quickly tossing it to the side. Then, taking a deep breath I pulled my shorts and underwear down together. Geez, I was hard as a rock and when I stood up to dry myself with the towel, I knew it was obvious to whoever was looking. I went as quickly as I could and threw my robe on tying the sash quickly. I looked down, it wasn't too obvious and hopefully I could hide it until it went down on its own.

"All done," I tried to say with a light, unconcerned air as I stepped out from behind the screen and looked to see if Lana had seen me...

 

[LittleRedDevil]

I watched Hank step behind the screen and a faint blush tinted my cheeks. I turned away quickly, not really sure how to act. I felt a little embarassed. I hadn't even thought about the screen or the light, but I should have. I watched a painting on the wall behind me, not looking at the screen, only turning around when his voice called out, "All Done."

I smiled at him. Maybe he would go exploring with me until it was time to eat. "Lydia? Would it be alright if I explored your house a little? It's so interesting." She smiled at me and nodded, and I had to stop myself form clapping my hands and jumping for joy. "Hmm, I can't do it by myself. What do you say Hank, wanna come with me?"

 

[Xantham]

Hank

Lana turned from staring at some picture as I stepped out. By some amazing stroke of luck, she hadn't seen a thing. Apparently her concentration was on one of the paintings in the room. I took a quick look at the painting-and then turned away. Looking at that was certainly not going to help with my condition. Then Lana smiled at me and I knew that everything was alright...at least for now.

Suddenly Lana turned to Lydia, "Lydia? Would it be alright if I explored your house a little? It's so interesting."

I was crushed. I went from elation at her tender smile, to depression at her words. She wanted to be alone. And I kept getting in the way. When Lydia responded yes, I saw the joy in Lana's features. I resolved to take it like a man.

"Hmm, I can't do it by myself. What do you say Hank, wanna come with me?"

Was I talking about elation before? I had no idea what the word meant. I felt like I was floating. "Sure Lana, that is if you're sure you want me tagging along?" Lana didn't bother to respond to that, she just took me by the hand--again, she's holding my hand--and pulled to me to a random door across from where we entered. I was so high on life that it took me a second to notice that my flag was back at low mast, nothing like a quick bout of depression to take care of that problem.

We went through the door and found ourselves in what looked to be a library. "Well, where to?"

 

[Merelan]

Anya:
I helped them change, smiling as they chose to do so behind the screen. That lovely screen. It was set up that way on purpose, but they wouldn't know that. The secrets of this house were only known to a few. Even I, who grew up here, did not know all the passages. Uncle kept his secrets close.
It was time I introduced mysef to Lydia. But she was talking to the other guests. I saw her look at me, over and over. Wondering who I was and where I had come from.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

I looked around the library, amazed at all the books that lined the walls. The shelves looked to be 20 feet high. My eyes lite up at the thought of it all.

"Well, where to?"

I looked at Hank and smiled. His hand was warm in mine, and I gave it a little squeeze. "Why don't we look around in here. I have to say, I'm a little curious to know what kind of books are in a library in a house like this. Aren't you?"

He seemed to not hear what I was saying for a moment. "Oh yeah, sure."

I let his hand go, feeling a little lonely without the warmth of it in my hand. I ran my finger along the spines, marveling at some of the titles. A Tale of Two cities, The Odessey...Hello, what is this? The Kama Sutra. I giggled a little. I had never actually seen it, but had always wanted to. My last boyfriend was a complete prude, especially in bed. He had never wanted to try anything new. I looked back at Hank. He was wondering around, not really paying much attention to me. He really was really cute, and I found myself very attracted to him. I found myself wondering what he would be like in bed.

"Hey Hank, look what I found."

 

[Xantham]

Hank

"Why don't we look around in here. I have to say, I'm a little curious to know what kind of books are in a library in a house like this. Aren't you?" Lana squeezed my hand to punctuate her sentence. Little electric shocks played through my body and I felt my heart beat faster.

I could almost feel the blood rushing in and out of my heart as I breathed. I could smell her scent, a mix of clean, wet hair with something earthy, perhaps vanilla, or something like it. I breathed it in again, trying to place the elusive scent when I noticed Lana still looking at me waiting for an answer. I forgot what the question was, but I figured simple agreement would probably be best, "Oh yeah, sure."

Lana turned to inspect the books. Ah, yes, books, we were in the library. I looked around to take in the enormity of the room. The walls were covered with bookshelves. Wow, I thought, who has the time to read all these books. I glanced at some of the volumes, these were no cheap books, many of them were leather backed and all of them were in good shape. I pulled an old leather-bound copy of Moby Dick down off of one of the shelves, the leather felt tight in my hands. I carefully opened the book and had to keep myself from dropping it as I read the inscription, "For Nathaniel, I hope our friendship has made it through my obsession. H.M."

Lana interrupted my amazement, "Hey Hank, look what I found."

I carefully replaced the old volume on the shelf and came over to where Lana was standing. She had a large Eastern-looking book in her hands and she was slowly flipping the the pages. I came up behind her to look over her shoulder. I could feel the warmth of her body as I peeked over her shoulder. "Wow!" The word just burst out of me. The illustrations were very explicit. Suddenly the heat from Lana's body was a litle more than I could take. I stepped around to look at her, "what...uh...what book is that?"

Lana looked up at me with a little grin on her face, "It's the Kama Sutra, silly. Have you ever read it?"

"Uh...no," I stammered. I felt like I was blushing. "I've...uh...heard some of the guys talking about it, though. Isn't it like some sort of..uh..sex manual?"

 

[LittleRedDevil]

"A sex manual? Try thee sex manual." I flipped though the pages, turning them until I found a particularly interesting position. I turned it towards Hank, "What do you think? Is it really possible to do it like THAT?"

He seemed to ponder the question for a long time, staring at it forever. He finally cleared his throat, "Umm...I have no idea."

"Wanna try it?" His head snapped up, and his eyes seemed to almost pop out of his head. I closed his jaw gently with my hand, taking pity on him. "I'm only joking with you Hank. Geez, you need to learn to lighten up a little." I put the book back on the shelf, before turning to Hank, taking his hand in mine once more, and pulling him along behind me like I was a little kid.

"Come on, let's see what other trouble we can get into." I moved down the hall, trying to slow down in my excitement. I pushed open the next door, and gasped. This room was more suited to a sultan's palace than this masolieum.

The walls were draped in silks of red and gold, accenting the carpet on the floor. The king sized bed was draped in the same fabric and stacked with tons of fluffy pillows. I moved to a dresser and opened the doors wide. Inside I found what looked to be a midnight blue harem girl's costume. It was silk and velvet, trimmed in gold, and the veil was so sheer. I felt like I was in a trance, as I pulled it out. I wanted to feel the fabric against my skin.

"I'll be right back." I crossed the room to a set of unopened doors and threw them open, finding the bathroom I was looking for. I didn't pay much attention to what was around me, only the costume in my hands.

I slipped off my robe, feeling it pool at my feet. I stepped into the flowing pants, almost sighing with pleasure. It felt like heaven. The top was no more than a strapless bra, but it fit like a glove, pushing my breasts up. I secured the veil around the lower half of my face and turned to look at myself in the mirror. I looked like a completely different person, and it made me feel like one too.

I wanted to show Hank, but there was something more. I wanted him to play master to my Harem girl.

 

[Xantham]

Hank

I stared at the illustration in the book. Sex education books had never been like this. I tried to visualize being in the position shown and each time I started to think about it, Lana was the one I was...I flashed back to the watching her behind the screen, imagining that silhouette curved around my..."Umm...I have no idea." I blurted out. I couldn't even think about letting Lana know how I felt about her, sexually, it was like...

"Wanna try it?" My heart stopped. At least I think it stopped, for like an hour. She's a mind reader! I tried to think clean thoughts. Clean thoughts. Clean thoughts.

"I'm only joking with you Hank. Geez, you need to learn to lighten up a little."

I chastised myself. She's right, I have got to pull myself together here. She's not your girlfriend and she certainly isn't here to be your sex toy, but if you play your cards right, you might be able to get a date later.

Taking a deep breath, I try to regain some normalcy just as Lana decides we've had enough of the library. The next room we enter nearly blinds me with color. Reds and golds so bright they nearly light the room with their shine.

We raced into the room like a couple of kids at play. She went for one of the dressers to look inside while I took a running leap for the huge bed that dominates the room. I landed, sliding on the silk covers and my hand slipped under one of the pillows to discover a set of what appeared to be pajamas. I turned to show Lana just as she excused herself. It looked like she found some cool clothes that she wanted to wear. I looked at the pajamas again. They were a deep iridescent green and they looked so comfortable, I had to try them on. I pulled the bottoms on under my robe in case Lana came back in. The elastic was snug, but the fabric was very light and roomy, it almost felt like I wasn't wearing anything, but I couldn't see through them. I took out the top, except it wasn't a top, it was just a big scarf-like piece of fabric. Then it came to me, it went around my waist. I took off my robe, carefully placing it next to the bed and tied the sash around my waist. I just wished there was a mirror to check myself out in. I looked all around the room and then on a whim, I looked up. A mirror on the ceiling over the bed, well that fits the decor. I laid back on the bed and practiced manly poses in my new clothes.

I heard the door open again and hastily tried to arrange myself on the bed so Lana could see me to my best advantage.

I was speechless. It was like a wet dream come true. The transformation was unbelievable. Lana entered the room and spun around letting her veil flare out and showing her costume and, of course, her body to me. I just stared for a moment and then I blurted out, unable to stop myself, "Lana, you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen. When I say pretty I also mean gorgeous, sexy, and seductive, too." I blushed. Well at least she knows how I feel.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

Had he really called me all those things? At the moment I felt that way. "Thank you, Hank." I moved toward the end of the bed, my eyes never leaving his as I crawled on to it. He was laying on his back, watching me, not quite sure what I was going to do. To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what I was doing either.

I thought about moving next to him, but he looked so delicious that I crawled right on top of him, settling my hips over his. I took off my veil, tossing it onto the floor and pressed my breasts to his chest. "Do you like my costume?" I whispered, my lips close to his ear. I didn't bother waiting for a response before I let my tongue dart out to trace the curve of his ear.

His breathing seemed to pick up, and I smiled, moving my lips to his neck, kissing, licking, and sucking on the patches of skin I came into contact with. I wanted to continue my exploration of his body, but thought I should give him a chance to stop if he wanted me to. "It's your choice. I can continue or not, just tell me what you want."

 

[Xantham]

Hank

Lana smiled behind the veil as she thanked me and my heart jumped in my chest. I knew that I had done the right thing, throwing caution to wind, so to speak. She climbed onto the bed and I thought, "This is it. Speak now or forever hold your peace. Go for it. Any of another dozen trite phrases. Ask her out dammit!"

The words died on my lips as her hand landed on my leg. My breath caught in my throat as she crawled right on top of me and settled her hips on mine. She tossed her veil to the side and pressed her boobs covered by that flimsy costume directly into my chest. I was in heaven. She spoke, "Do you like my costume?" I heard the words, but it was like they were down a long tunnel. They took a long time to get to my brain and suddenly her breath was on my ear and then she slid her tongue around the curve of my ear. My leg twitched. The sensations were electric.

She was kissing me all over the neck and up the sides of my face. I didn't know whether to laugh or shout thanks to whatever god had set this wheel into motion. Lana paused to look up at me, "It's your choice. I can continue or not, just tell me what you want."

I captured Lana's face in my hands, slowly rolled over to my side letting Lana slide off of me and onto her back, and with a determination built from years of imaignation and too many timid girlfriends, I answered Lana with a kiss. I pressed my lips against hers and it was like our faces were two pieces of a puzzle, we came together so perfectly. I felt her tongue begin to explore and returned the favor. My hands had slipped from her head and were now just holding her body close to mine. It was all I needed for the moment. "Make her know you don't see her as an object," ran through my brain.

I broke the kiss, "I want you, Lana."

 

[LittleRedDevil]

His words seduced me more than any kiss could have, and I knew right then that I had to have him. I rolled away from him and out of bed, and I heard a soft sigh behind me. He thought I was stopping, but it had only just begun.

I started to move and sway, hearing a music in my head, pure and seductive. I reached behind me, unfastening the top and letting it fall to the floor. I turned to look at Hank again and found him watching me. I ran my hands along my body, pushing my breasts up with them, my head throne back. My moved them down running them along my stomach before catching them in my pants and lowering them to the floor. I stood before him, naked for a moment before I crawled back onto the bed and onto him.

I pressed myself into him, my naked body rubbing against skin and silk. I could feel myself becoming more aroused by the moment as my lips met his, our tongues moving and dancing together. I ground my hips against him, feeling my wetness sticking to his pants. I sat up, looking down at him, as I ground myself harder to him, one hand finding my nipple and the other moving down to rub my clit.

My eyes never left him as I pleasured myself, moving on him, wanting to feel his naked hardness against me, but feeling so good I didn't want to stop. It was the most erotic moment of my life, pleasuring myself with him watching. I wanted his hands on me, moving with me, pleasuring me.

 

[indyweasel]

Josh

Turning back from the door. I walk back over to the staircase where Lydia was standing.

"What I was trying to tell you before we keep getting interupted is that I'm your cousin. This is my fathers house." The look of shock on your face is noticable, as your mouth opens again. I reach out and gently push your bottom jaw back up, feeling the smoothness of your skin as I do so.

"Tell me about it.", I grin , "I've never talked to the man before in my life, unil one day the envelope shows up with a piece of paper with this address on it, keys to the house, and a first class plane ticket over here. So here I am. "

I kinda sheepishly look down at the floor. "I'm a smartass too.. it must be a family trait"