hothouse (closed except by invitation)

[tmmmbrrr]

June 2012

The furniture and personal belongings were where the movers had left them. Alone in his new place at last, Josh went out to the backyard for the first time as owner. While the house easily met his needs, it was the yard that sold him on the property. The house sat well forward on the lot, leaving over half an acre in lawn, natural forest and a fenced garden area to enjoy with some degree of privacy.

Josh Longtree managed investment properties. His move came about when a client made an investment in agricultural lands and requested that Josh be assigned to the portfolio full time. The assignment required travel which he intended to offset by creating a quiet, private haven where he could rest and recharge when he wasn’t on the road. Josh thought of himself as being in mid-career and welcomed the opportunity to assume higher responsibility and more visibility within the firm.

He was in his 40s, over 6 feet tall with brown hair and blue eyes. Several mornings each week, he got up early for a run which helped keep his body toned and built up endurance. Josh tanned easily and when the weather and circumstances allowed, he often went shirtless. Even now, just a few steps out of his back door, Josh was unbuttoning his shirt without particularly thinking about it. He left it on a fence post.

The garden hadn’t been tended in awhile. He pulled a few clumps of weeds. The raised beds held dark, fertile soil which Josh recognized would easily grow just about anything. There were remnants of flowers and herbs among the weeds and in one bed plump, purple asparagus spears bristled out of the ground perfectly formed and ready to be picked. Josh snapped off a spear and bit into the tip. It was crisp, cool, wet, sweet. He snapped off several more and took them with him back toward the house.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice, almost musical, called him from the next property. His neighbor was very easy on the eyes. Josh thought she was probably in her early 20s. She was naturally friendly and as they visited Josh felt an attraction for her that went beyond sexual – although honestly there was a lot of sexual chemistry in play at the same time. Josh tried to keep eye contact while they were talking, but sometimes his eyes were drawn to her mouth and even as he tried to crowd the thoughts of how soft and inviting her lips were out of his mind, his eyes strayed even lower. He tried not to be obvious about staring, but it WAS obvious that his new neighbor did just fine without a brassiere and he didn’t hold out a lot of hope that she noticed he was checking her out.

A light breeze that made the imprint of her nipples against her blouse unmistakable also sent a random thought in Josh’s mind that he wasn’t able to shake. He saw himself brushing the swollen tip of an asparagus spear lightly against her nipple until it stood up straight and full on her breast – aching to be kissed, sucked, bitten….

She took the asparagus spear to her lips and bit off the head in one quick snap. “Mmm, delicious,” Josh heard her say, as he suddenly realized that somehow he’d offered her a spear while he had been imagining the pleasure of her naked breasts. As the fat stalk disappeared bite by bite between her lips, Josh noticed that his cock was responding predictably to the suggestive play. Now it was she who was making eye contact with Josh as she finished the last bite with a quirky little smile.

Josh’s erection was impossible to hide.

He was flustered and tried to turn his mind to practical matters – ‘divide the asparagus spears with her’, ‘say thanks for introducing yourself’, …’ummm’…, ‘come over for coffee…’, - none of which had any effect – the cock was still rock hard. In the end, the best Josh could do was say, ‘Thanks, good to meet you,’ and try to act casual about getting back into his new house.

How could she not have noticed? He felt embarrassed and betrayed by his own emotions.

Josh unzipped as he stepped through the sliding glass door. When he thought he was far enough into the house to be in private he let his jeans drop and kicked them off. His fingers wrapped around his cock and slowly began to pump the full length… free at last to imagine….

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Jonquil Hampton more commonly know as "Quil" had been sad to see the old Brown couple move to be closer to their grandchildren. Mrs. Brown was a kind fleshy woman of average height with gray hair cut above the shoulder and normally worn wild and free. Quil thought it was a unconscious reflection of the young at heart that the older lady was. While Mr Brown was an ex-marine and his tall body and shore graying hair still held signs of the strapping young man that he was. Quite with not much to say many people thought he was mean because of it but all you had to do was look into his eyes and see that he was a big ol' teddy bear. Having grown up in the house that she house she now owned, Quil had known Mr and Mrs Brown her whole life. In fact it was in the kind older lady's back yard that she planted her first seed and watched as it grew. The match was lit then and there and her passion for gardening had only grown from there.

As much as she missed her gardening mentor and friend when the mover truck arrived with the new owner's possessions she was torn with feelings of excitement as the change and scorn. A little part of her felt like the Brown's were being replaced. Quil had tried to stay inside and keep to herself but the itching nagging feeling wouldn't leave her alone and she had moved outside where she could pretend to be tending her garden while watching the happenings next door.

With no more weeds to pull, bed to tend or herbs to pick Quil could no longer pretend she was gardening anymore. It left her with two options; stay out here and admit that she was being one of those nosy neighbors or go inside and mind her own business. Contemplating her choice and knowing what she wanted to do weighting over what was right was taken from her when the new owner stepped out of the house.

She was about to introduce herself and say hello when she paused, a smile turning her lips at the sight. Her new neighbor was a few years older then her, okay more then a few but still well within ogling age. Somewhere between Ewan McGregor-Gerard Butler age but no older then Johnny Depp. It was a guess and she could be wrong but that put him somewhere in his 40s.

For a while she silently watched her shirtless neighbor pick at the garden in a uncommitted way. Pulling a weed there, stopping to touch a plant here and stopping to pick some asparagus. Quil eyed the thick healthy spears and glanced at her. They were frail looking with a slight wilt to them, nothing like the tall, tan, strapping hunk-uh... her mind was side tracked as the man stood up. He was lean but well muscled or so it looked to her. Then again it could have been the fact that she had been without a boyfriend for almost a year and at this point any thing was nice to look at.

Quil turned her head away and collected herself before raising her hand up in greeting and calling out a friendly "Hello." She walked towards the picket fence that separated the two properties. At 5'4" the fence came up to her bust line and stopped, on him it barely hit the middle of his chest. He was taller then she had first thought. "Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Jonquil Hampton," She lowered her raised hand and place it on her chest as she introduced herself. "But everyone calls me Quil." Her hand fluttered to her side and rested on her hip.

It wasn't her business to ask if her had a family or a wife but as his eyes drifted over her lips and back to her eyes she started to wonder how she could work it into the conversation they were having. When his eyes began to drift lower and lower she started to doubt that he was married. Surely a married man didn't check out women when he first met them, did they? Her head slightly tilted to the side as she though about the truth of her words. Regardless of the reliability of her thoughts she found that she was holding her body differently, a little more straight and proud. Her shoulders rolled back and she shifted her weight. It was a small movement in her stance but showcased her body better.

When he offered her a spear of asparagus then thanked him and took a bite. "Mmmm, delicious." She sighed taking one bite at a time, making a slow play at enjoying the asparagus. When she finished the the last bite she licked her lips clean and gave him a little smile.

"It was nice meeting you too." Quil's voice sang out with glee. She was sure of what she saw and the body flushed at the thought at that she was the reason for it. From what she saw it seemed to be a pretty nice sized one. Excited and nervous Quil raced inside with a spring in her step pausing long enough to pick some mint for tea.

It had been a long time since she felt this giddy. Part of her knew that she should be shamed for inciting him in search of the reason she wanted. He had just moved in. Still... Quil looked out of the windows that faced the Brown's old house and bit her lip. Hadn't he started it with his wondering eyes? She tried to tell herself peering though the shades of her window in hopes of getting a look at him. How would she feel if his possible wife drove into the driveway? Souring her own mood Quil turned away form the window and entered the kitchen filling her pitcher full of water for some mint sun tea.

Hands full with the glass container filled with water, tea bags, mint leaves and fruits Quil walked backwards through the french doors to the back deck. She placed the covered pitcher on the patio table and sat down watching the bird sing to each other and hop from tree limb to tree limb. The day was sunny with a light cool breeze. Taking a moment for herself before she had to get ready for work, Quil closed her eyes, raised both arms above her read to rest on the top of the chair and tilted her face towards the sun.

A hammock would be perfect over there by the oak trees. Her mind drifted lazily from one thought to the next. And I really should get a new lounger for the deck. The last one broke when a tree limb fell on it during a wind storm.

Quil lost track of time just relaxing in the wicker chair and it wasn't until the clock inside the house chimed the house that she realized how long she had been out there. With a yawn Quil got up and stretched out her body, reaching as high as she could and twisting this way and that. "Mmmm.' She sighed feeling the muscles pull. The clock chimed again and Quil gave the yard one last look before she headed inside to shower.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

Although Quil would have turned Josh’s head any day, there was definitely something more about her that he was attracted to. At 22, she could be cute when she wanted, but he was more intrigued by how she seemed to be confident, fun and sophisticated enough to turn the tables on him – as she’d done by treating the asparagus spear in a way that let Josh know that her mind wasn’t really on vegetables from the garden.

A sudden insight came to him. When Quil caught Josh checking her out and they made eye contact, it was only the matter of a half a dozen heartbeats before he was as hard as iron. Now Josh’s eyes were closed, but he could see her eyes in his mind and her funny ‘gotcha’ smile… without thinking, his pumping had fallen into a familiar rhythm from which there was never any coming back… he imagined Quil’s eyes locked with his own… imagined her lips parting… “Oh, yesss…,” Josh moaned out loud in his empty house…, “Oh-ohhhh, yes….”

The cleanup took a while. He didn’t know where anything was for starters and it seemed like there was lots more than usual too. ‘Wow,’ Josh thought as he dressed, ‘that’s never happened to me. I met Quil less than half an hour ago and something about her was so powerful that I had to go jack off just to be able the think straight. My gosh, I’m gonna have to watch her.’ He smiled as the mental picture of Quil’s lips came back into his mind and about how natural it seemed to imagine their soft fullness closing around the head of his cock, her head just beginning to bob up and down as he watched – that was all it took. ‘Wow.’

It was only after his jeans were zipped back up and he’d started unpacking a few things that Josh noticed Quil was still on her back deck – stretching now with her arms well over her head. As she stood in silhouette, he admired the curves of her body, but checked himself when his male stirrings started to make themselves known again. Apparently that feeling was always going to be just under the surface as far as he was concerned with her. After Quil went inside it occurred to Josh that he didn’t know if she was married, had a boyfriend or…girlfriend – he had to admit that she must be in one of those relationships. Oddly, he was satisfied with that. Josh didn’t understand the attraction he felt, but if Quil wasn’t available, then all he could do was to be his natural self with her and maybe if he got really, really lucky she might feel like a little more not-so-innocent flirting over the side yard fence again sometime.

Quil’s car backed out of her driveway. Josh unpacked and looked for the right places for his furniture and personal things. He thought that things were looking up.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

In her mind Quil was running late, which still meant she was an hour early, and was the reason for the mad dash to her car. Her hair was still damp but she had twisted it up into a bun without a care. The rest of her was dressed in the same hurried manor. Solid colored teal camisole with a simple built in shelf bra, eliminating the need for a real bra, hugged her frame and was pulled lower on the left then the right, exposing skin above the black cargo chef pants. On her feet a pair of ankle socks black to match the slip resistant dickies athletic slip-on work shoes.

She was going to have to stop at the dry cleaners and pick up her cleaned and pressed chef coats. She was fairly relaxed about dress code in her kitchen and allowed her fellow chefs to wear whatever they wanted as long as it was a solid color. Some wore long sleeves. others 3/4 sleeves but most, like herself, preferred short sleeves. Her's were a nice charcoal gray with black piping on the edges with two front pockets and a double interment pocket on the left sleeve.

"Hey Holstein." The old Englishman behind the counter had seen the young woman from the street and already had her washed uniforms up front.

"I thought I would have seen you yesterday." His face wrinkle and you lost sight of his eyes behind flaps of spotted skin.

"Busy." Quil shrugged grabbing all five of the coats. One of the greatest perks to working at Taste was they offered dry cleaning services and allotted you a yearly stipen for uniforms.

"Have a good day darling." Holstein waved from his seated position behind the counter, the chime of the door swinging wildly after Quil.

She got to Taste the same time that the semi pulled up. Today was shipment day and she liked to be there to make sure that everything was how she like it and kept to the high standards of her kitchen.

"Quil." Polo nodded the driver of the semi. "Got a heavy one today."

Quil mentally went over in her head what should be arriving today as she slipped on her chef coat and buttoned all the buttons. "Today the fish should be arriving." She smiled.

"Ohhh." Polo handed Quil a clipboard and she went over the list thoroughly. "You going to do that Asian bean paste thing? I love that."

"I might." She teased wagging her eyebrows at Polo. "And if I do, then what." Her finger ran down the list as she turned back to the clipboard.

"I'll hug you, kiss you and praise you for the cooking goddess that you are." He laughed in a deep voice.

"And what will your wife think about that?"

Polo shrugged with a lift of those broad shoulder. "She'll understand. I'll bring her home some of your fine cooking and she'll want to do the same." He told her with a wicked smile.

"Ha, wouldn't you like that."

"Ah a man can dream." He laughed when Quil got to the last page.

"Looks good." She nodded holding off on signing on the bottom of the three pages accepting the delivery. She wanted to make sure everything was not only there on paper but was in prime condition as it got off the truck. Which was perfect timing on her part as three of her prep chefs walked in. "Armand, Nico, Rowan."

All three men turned and waved a greeting to Polo.

"Looks like we have heavy lifting in our future boys." Armand chuckled in this thick Spanish accent.

"Yup so get your asses moving." Quil ordered checking the physical contents as they rolled by on dollies. There was no need to tell the four men where everything went, they had all know Quil for longer then a year and knew the layout to her kitchen and walk ins.

When everything was unloaded Quil signed what needed to be signed and handed the clipboard over to Polo.

"See you next week and let me know about that fish." Polo smiled tearing off the bottom copy for Quil.

Being a Friday night the Taste was packed full of guests and from the moment that Quil filed away the copy of the delivery until the last fork was washed she had been a busy little girl.

"Night." Shana muttered, her voice weary and her feet dragging.

"You did an awesome job with the lamb tonight." Quil praised and Shana's eyes lit up.

"Thanks." Her head lifted with the compliment and shuffled out the back door.

Quil rechecked to make sure all the ovens, stoves and grills were out. That all the lights were off and that the front of house was locked before turning off the main overhead lights to the kitchen and locking up.

It was nearly one in the morning before Quil got home and she walked through the house discarding clothes behind her in a trail from the front door to her room. Naked Quil jumped in the shower and took a quick hot shower. She rewashed her hair and shaved her legs, pits and privates. As weary as she was Quil didn't feel like going to sleep. A nice glass of red wine sounded nice though and she got out of the shower dried herself. She slept naked but wanted to enjoy her glass outside on the back porch since it was a nice cool night and pulled on an over sized Canucks away game color jersey. The bottom of the jersey was just long enough that it cover her rear end but just barely.

A glass of wine in hand Quil stepped outside the cool night air surrounding her with a gentle caress. "Ah." Quil sighed drinking deep from her wine glass. The stars were out bright tonight and the moon was just the tiniest sliver in the sky. Returning inside Quil turned on the record played and soft jazz quietly filled the house and out the back door. It was turned down enough that she hoped that it wouldn't disturb her new neighbor but was loud enough to hear from the porch when she went back outside.

Quil sat down in one of the chairs and kicked her feet up onto the table, the jersey riding up her legs. With no one around and an hour of the night that everyone should be asleep Quil threw caution into the wind and felt the cool fingers of the night blow under her legs and over the exposed skin of her rear. It tickled and raised goosebumps where the wind touched her but she didn't' move enjoying what would be the only touched she would get from another tonight.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

In unfamiliar surroundings with most of his belongs still out of place, Josh’s dreams were turbulent. As Quil pulled into her driveway, he was dreaming of having to resign the papers for his house – he’d signed and initialed hundreds of times a few days before – only as dreams go, his signatures had all disappeared and he needed to put them back before anybody noticed…

…also as dreams go, Josh next was only aware after it happened of being transported by cool, soft music far away from his anxieties and unsettled environment. He fell into deep, deep sleep and would probably have slept through until morning except that the music quietly stopped….

Josh found himself half asleep in rumpled bedding with one eye open, listening to the night sounds of this new place… insects… a nighthawk… a dog in the distance…. His eye closed again and he willed himself back to the deep sleep that he’d been roused from.

He thought he heard the music again… faintly. No. He did hear music. He knew that composition. In a single movement Josh sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and was on his feet. Without thinking, he followed the sound, footsteps silent on the hardwood. He slid the glass door open with care and stepped out onto the deck in nothing but sweat pants.

Light shinning from inside her house fell on Quil’s back. Her hair was down. She was perfectly still in the deck chair. The music was coming from her place– volume turned low. It took Josh a second to realize that her feet were up on her table with a lot of leg showing and another second to realize that she thought she was all alone in the night. Josh felt for the door behind him and slid it almost closed, trying to make some noise with it this time, as if he was just stepping out.

Quil sat up, looking out into the darkness. Josh’s voice came to her quietly across the back yards, “I have that same album. Its one of my favorites.”


silence


“May I join you?”

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Quil thought she heard something and looked around. There didn't seem to be anyone there, already forgetting that the Brown house was no longer empty.

I have that same album. Its one of my favorites.

The voice from behind her made Quil jump, the glass top of the table rattling when her knee bashed the underside of it. She winced and clutched her knee and causing her to almost lose her wine glass.

"Oh. Umm." Quil stood up and pulled the jersey down as far as it could. "Sure." She stepped down from the porch and hurried to the fence to open the little gate.

"Would you like some wine? I also have some beer I think." She offered trying for the proper host but unnerved by the hour and the spike of adrenaline that being caught by surprise.

It wasn't until the direct light hit her neighbor that she realized that he didn't have a shirt on. He was only wearing what looked like a set of sleep pants. Her eyes lingered on his groin area remember the erection that was there at their first meeting. With effort Quil looks away hoping that her stare wasn't too obvious or that it was too dark too see where her eyes were at.

"Please have a seat. I'll go get you something to drink?" She waved over to the porch table and seats and tuned her body towards the house. The tone of her voice was a question, he had yet to tell her what he wanted to drink.

She dared a glance at his house wondering who else was sleeping in that dark home, if there was a warm body in the bed he just left.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

Of course, Josh had no idea until he caught a glimpse of bare ass under Quil's jersey as she turned to go her kitchen that she might not be dressed. The idea was intoxicating and he called after her, "No, honestly, its OK...," - not caring at all about something to drink, but caring a lot about not wanting to let her take time to slip panties on. 'Please, please, please,' Josh thought, 'let there be no panties.'

He heard her inside. It wasn't possible to tell what she was doing and then it became quiet inside the house for a minute before Josh heard her bare footsteps on the kitchen tiles again, coming to the back door. As she slid the door open, he saw her bare leg... jersey... before Quil flipped her house lights off as she walked by the switch. The island of light that shone on deck disappeared into darkness. He heard Quil's voice softly, "I brought you something anyway," as he became aware that she was feeling in the darkness to put a glass in his hand. They were practically standing toe to toe. Her fingers brushed across Josh's stomach. Josh moved his arm instinctively. Mmmm... yes, that was her breast... how nice to touch... his hand lingered a moment before he reached for Quil's hand.

"Oh, there it is," he said as his fingers closed around the glass that Quil held for him, adding, "Thank you," barely as a whisper. The night was suddenly silent.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Quil ignored his dismissal of her offer for something to drink. It wasn't in her to sit there with a glass of wine and him with nothing in hand. It was bad manor and went against everything she felt was right added to the fact that it would make her feel like a lush if she were the only one drinking.

"It's alright I promise." Quill called back from the kitchen. She was drinking a nice 1991 Chateauneuf-du-Pape with a bold fruity-spicy flavor like a syrah but milder in flavor and intensity. Not everyone liked it but it was one of her more favorite relaxing wines. She opened the wine cabinet and searched for something that her neighbor might like better. Maybe a white wine? She didn't know and she knew that time kept ticking while she left him outside by himself. Screw it! She would give him a glass of what she was drinking and if he didn't like it she could get him something else.

She quickly poured him a glass and told it outside pausing once at the record player to put in a new record from the same artist from before before making her way back outside to pause for the second time at the light switch. She glanced at her neighbor's house and saw nothing. If there was someone there would they be upset at the man from coming over here to listen to music and drink wine? Quil tried to put herself in that imaginary person's shoes and knew that she would feel odd about it and turned off the lights.

Out in the yard there were solar lights and with as clear as the night sky was the combanation of the soft yard lights, stars and lighting bugs should be enough light to see by.

Quil was wrong. When she stepped out the night was dark and her eyes hadn't adjusted to the shift in brightness or lack there of. "I brought you something anyways." She could see the outlined darker shadow that she knew was her neighbor but she was unsure of how far or close he was when she reached out to hand him the glass.

Her fingers brushed across bare flesh, warm skin that covered the hard muscles of what Quil guessed to be his stomach. She opened her mouth to give him an apology when his hand reached out and touched her breast.

Quil sucked in air sharply and bit her bottom lip. This little brush of a touch felt better then the cool wind that had been blowing against her earlier. Mmmm it felt nice, she relaxed against the contact just as he moved away before finding her hand and taking the wine glass from him.

"You're welcome." Quil breathed her voice weak and girlish. Urg! She mind sighed knowing her voice gave away more then it should. Maybe he won't notice it... It was possible she thought to herself as she sat down, bare ass siting on the cushion of the chair. Shit I meant to put some panties on. That was part of the reason she was so set on getting him something because it would give her a chance to run to her room and slip something on but she had been so distracted by the wine selection on her worry about him liking it that it had been pushed from her mind.

The night was silent and tense. Hadn't she put on another record? Quil twisted in her seat to look back into the house just the the record caught and quite music floated outside. Ah there it was. The music helped relax Quil as she picked up her wine glass and took a sip of it.

Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark and she could see the faint lines and features on her neighbors face. "When we met earlier you hadn't introduced yourself." She didn't know his name and didn't know what to call him and was tired of referring to him as 'her neighbor' in her mind.

A gusty breeze swept through the yard and onto the deck, blowing wind up her shirt and making it billow out. The free front edge that she couldn't sit on and didn't have a hold on blew up and Quil nearly dropped her wine glass again getting a hold of it and laying it flat on her lap, pulling it as far as it would go without pulling the back end out from under her bottom. She tried to turn what attention might have been brought her way by the rouge shirt and asked a question.

"Did I wake you with the music?"

 

[tmmmbrrr]

“Please call me Josh,” he said, “Longtree. Josh told Quil what he did for a living, about the travel and finally let her know roundabout that there was no Mrs. Longtree – hoping that Quil would reciprocate. For her part, Quil shared her passion for creating fine food and the fact that she was now living in her childhood home. As to a boyfriend or husband, she never said and Josh was surprised when he realized that not knowing piqued his interest.

The wine went down well and as their eyes became accustomed to darkness, they enjoyed having the early morning all to themselves. Their voices were soft, warm murmurs among the night sounds. When Josh’s eyes were drawn away by the rustling of leaves among Quil’s backyard trees, an unexpected gust billowed her jersey up. He caught it out of the corner of his eye and turned back just a split-second before Quil was covered again, nearly spilling her glass in the process.

Josh had to admit: Quil was pretty quick on the uptake, “"Did I wake you with the music?" she asked, trying to draw his attention away from what she thought he might’ve just seen.

Reluctant to let go of the image of Quil naked from the waist down, Josh struggled to answer, “I think – no, I don’t think your music woke me.” he corrected himself, “I could barely hear it even after I came out onto the deck…” He paused.

Was Quil was naked under her jersey? Josh started to say more, “Actually, I hope I didn’t startle…,” but the sentence went unfinished as he realized Quil not only had nothing on underneath, she was shaved smooth. He swallowed hard. “…you,” he practically stammered, “…when I came out.”

Silence.

“Did I?”

----When Josh’s hand lingered on Quil’s breast, they both knew it was no accident and chose to pretend that it was. Now that they both knew Quil was all but naked, they chose again to pretend politely ignore what they both knew. The only hitch was that Josh’s cock wasn’t very good at that kind of pretending.----

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Quil listened to Josh share about his life, what he did for a living and that he was single. She smiled to herself behind her wine glass pleased that she wouldn't get him in trouble with a Misses at him for him being here. When he was done she shared a bit about her life but kept her romantic life far from the conversation. For some reason it embarrassed her that she was single. Maybe it was more the fact that she played with herself every night before bed to sleep better or maybe because she didn't want to seem needy in telling him that she too was single.

"That's good to know. Some nights when I come home I like to sit on the deck and listen to music with a glass of wine. When it's quite like this sometimes I-" Quil stopped herself short biting her tongue. What she had been about to say was touch herself and pretend that it was someone else out here with her. But seeing as there was someone out there and he was all but a stranger she swallowed her admission by hiding it was a sip of wine.

"Oh, no." Quil shook her head no and lowered her wine glass, hers was almost finished and she looked to check on Josh's. "I was a little surprised, I had grown accustomed to the Bro- your house being empty that I didn't expect someone from that side, is all. I'm glad that you joined me it's nice to have someone out here to chat with." It's nice not to have to pretend that I'm not alone. Quil thought to herself feeling lonely.

She tipped her glass up and finished the last of her wine. "Please excuse me." Quil smiled patting Josh's shoulder as she passed. His skin was warm and taunt over tight hard muscles and bone. In her mind Quil's hands drifted lower and ran over Josh's hard chest. Wow- okay stop. Quil ordered herself as she walked back into the house, the music getting a touch bit louder as she passed the recorded played and went into the kitchen. She hadn't brought her glass to refill and thought that Josh's could use a refresh if he wanted one and brought the wine bottle out to the back porch, mind forgetting about slipping on a pair of panties. She was much too busy thinking and wondering if the rest of Josh's body felt as warm and hard as his shoulders did.

"Would you like a top off?" Quil offered before sitting down and refilling her own. It was habit that left her standing at his side rather than sitting. The breeze kicked up again and this time the wind hit her square on and pressed the front of the jersey against her body as the back ends flipped and danced in the gust. The hand that wasn't holding the wine bottle tried to smooth the jersey down but until the wind stopped a few seconds later it was all but useless.

Standing there with what Quil was sure of was a great view she was torn with her emotions. Did she want Josh so have seen the teasing peeks of skin as the wind tugged at her only article of clothing or would she rather him not have seen? It was a great battle inside her mind and at last a winner stood victorious. She wanted him to have seen just a little bit and she swayed her hips and dropped her hand in a stance of a confident woman.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

In Josh's mind, he finished the sentence Quil started about sitting out on the deck in the quiet night..., but he'd finished it for himself - he didn't know how he would be able to keep his cock from aching for his comely neighbor or his hands off his hands off his cock.

When Quil excused herself and went in for a minute, Josh's hand slipped under the waistband of his sleeping pants without Josh giving it a second thought. In the darkness, he massaged his balls against his body as he thought about discovering Quil was naked under her jersey - he smiled as he thought of her bare skin... her smooth shaved pussy... the half-second glimpse of Quil's slit...

Josh slipped his other hand under the under the waistband, too. His fingers closed automatically around the rigid, swollen shaft of his cock... 'just for a second,' he told himself and closed his eyes, thinking about Quil. The cock curved upward when erect. Josh stroked the full length, slow and easy... imagining Quil pulling off her top for him...

What she actually had said was, "Would you like a top off?" Immediately, Josh realized that she was standing right beside him.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

At first Quil wasn't sure of what she was seeing but once her eyes and her brain agreed on what she was seeing she blushed.

Josh had both hands down his pants and was stroking himself, his eyes were closed and had snapped open what she had spoken. If she had caught on to what he was doing before hand she would have stayed quite and just watched seeing how long it would have taken him to notice she had returned.

"Or I can get it for you since your hands look busy." Quil's voice teased as she leaned over and refilled his wine glass. She kept her eyes on him as and knew if he looked away from her face he would get a nice view of half her ass. "There." Quil noticed that her voice was low and husky as she sat down and poured the rest of the wine in her glass and set the bottle down on the table.

How did she feel about her newly met, single, hot neighbor playing with himself right new to show with images of what she could only hope to be her. Do I want him to be thinking about me as he does that? She thought about it for a while but knew the answer was proof enough in the dampness between her legs. Should she join him and use the night to her advantage to play with herself like she had nights before?

It was a tempting thought and she lifted her legs and put them back on the table top, the same position she was in before Josh joined her. Yes she was going to risk being seen, risk him knowing what she was doing and ran a hand under her legs and brushed against her slick folds. It wasn't the best angles but she didn't want to be bold about what she was doing as Josh was and was trying to be sly about it. A singer finger playing at her entrance.

"So do you like the wine?" It was such an innocent question when they were both doing such dirty, naughty, hot things.

 

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BUSTED - even though it was the middle of the night, Josh knew it wasn’t nearly so dark that Quil, standing right beside him, couldn’t tell what he was doing.

BUSTED - Josh felt suddenly sick. He really liked this girl and now -- ‘What was he thinking!!!!’

BUSTED - What a dumb #&*#(&!!! What was I thinking!!!

BUSTED - Josh stared straight ahead.

Quil, the perfect hostess, asked about the wine.

Silence.

After several long moments, Josh managed to say a single word, “Fine.” His voice sounded small, lost. He knew Quil granted him a huge favor by not screaming or making a scene or smacking the bottle that she brought from her kitchen against his head…. His cool hostess asked her simple question to move on. ‘Yes, please - let’s change the subject,’ he thought. He closed his eyes, took a quiet breath and added, “Your taste in such things seems really sophisticated.”

Josh thought he heard Quil answer something like, “... it’s not just in wine….” There was something in her voice that sounded off, distant – different enough from what he expected that made Josh turn his head toward her.

Quil sat slouched in the next seat. She seemed to be looking straight up at the sky with her hair hanging over the chair back. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed slowly, deeply, rhythmically. Josh saw that her feet were on the table, knees apart. Quil cocked her head toward Josh. Even though it was dark, their eyes met and held. Her lips parted. In his mind, Josh heard Quil say, ‘GET OVER IT,’ even though he knew she never actually spoke a word.

A small, subtle motion in Josh’s peripheral vision caught his eye. The knuckles of three of Quil’s fingers inserted into her pussy – touching… caressing… pleasing… imprinted clearly in the fabric of her panties. Everything considered, it was the last thing he expected to see. Quil's entire being was attuned to the work of her fingers.

 

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Josh didn’t know his mouth was open in astonishment. Thirty seconds ago, he had never been so down. At the moment, watching Quil’s body respond in her deck chair as she fingered herself, he knew his emotional roller coaster ride wasn’t nearly over. Neither said a word. Josh sought Quil’s eyes in the semi-darkness and when they made eye contact, they held it. Quil’s breath was deep, rhythmic… almost panting. Without realizing it, he began breathing as she was.

"Quil?" Josh finally broke the silence, "what do you like to think about when you're out here all by yourself?"

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Quil had never done something like this before with someone right next to her but she felt oddly relaxed with the thought and then the action. In her mind it was just fair, Josh had started it first and wasn't it the host's job to make her guest feel at home and welcomed? Maybe it was more then that but at the moment that was all she was willing to admit. As she moved her hand from under her leg to between them, less concerned about being seen but still trying to make it unnoticeable if that was even possible.

She was glad to hear that he found the wine fine and thought it was sophisticated and while he complimented her on her taste in wine she was more or less judging her taste in men when she unknowingly voiced her thought out loud.

From the corner of her eye she saw Josh turn towards her and she cocked her head in turn. It was too dark to say for sure what that look on his face was but Quil was willing to bet it was shock. What? She thought to herself smiling. You're the only one who's allowed to have fun? She wanted to ask but kept silent. As much fun as it was knowing that he knew what she was doing she didn't want to be the one to say something about it.

In one hand was her wine glass, innocent and within sight but Quil knew it was her other hand that had caught Josh's interest. She had started out slow and teasing with her touched. Running her fingertips over the smooth shaven outer lips of her pussy, going deeper with every complete circle before she reached her hot wet hole. She wanted to just jam her middle finger in but didn't fearing the sounds that she would make. Instead she trailed her finger up and down her slick slit enjoying the slow play before circling around her clit.

I guess it's a good thing kept forgetting to put on panties. Quil sighed to herself as she spread her lips with her pointer and ring finger and pushed her middle finger inside herself up to the first knuckle. She was tight and she could feel her pussy wrap around her digit firmly, the only thing that eased her playing was how wet her was as she pulled back and pushed back in to the second knuckle. Over and over she teased herself like this, giving herself only a little more then the last time before pulling all the way out and rubbing her clit.

Quil tried to keep calm but playing with herself sitting next to her attractive neighbor was exciting and added to her pleasure. Her breathing had changed and while she made a conscious effort not to moan or sigh she had a pretty well placed feeling that Josh could tell that she was enjoying herself.

"What do I think about?" Quil chuckled hearing her breathless voice. "Well..." She took a deep breath and collected herself enough to give a honest answer. "The choices I made in life. The opportunities I passed up. The people I've met and lost due to distance." She shrugged with a lift of her delicate shoulders. "Regrets. Lessons learned." These were the things that she thought about at first but no matter what she started her night thinking of it always lead to the same train of thought. "But mostly the men that I lusted after and the things I would have done different if I had another chance."

She couldn't help it, she moaned and her back arched off the chair. Quil had added another finger in her and plunged it deep into her pussy.

Quil had asked Josh about the wine, he asked her about her thoughts and it was her turn to ask him a question. "Do you ever sit outside in the dark and think?" She asked in return. Looking over to see what he was doing with his hands.

 

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Quil’s moan hung in the night air between them. For Josh, verging on orgasm anyway, her unexpected sexual vocalization triggered a spasm which he barely managed to choke off. “…ummm, yeah,” he said struggling not to cum, “…sometimes I think about the same things as you,
Quil… the best parts of past relationships… things that might have made a difference… or at least things that I can try to be open to…”

Josh’s voice trailed off until he heard Quil ask, “Like?”

“Umm, I guess like this,” Josh said, “when I was first out on my own, something happened and I went to a hospital for non-emergency surgery. The night before, I checked in and was informed that I was expected to be “prepped”. That didn’t mean much to me until a nurse came in the evening and took me to a tile lined room where she left me to strip completely. You know how it is in a hospital – you do as you’re told – so when she came back in a couple minutes I was naked between the sheets on a gurney.”

As Josh thought of that night, he pushed his sleeping pants down just below his buttocks. In the darkness, Quil could have made out his erection curving toward his toned stomach from the dark thatch of pubic hair. It wasn’t the first time he had relived this experience. His fingers closed naturally around his cock and Josh stroked openly as he told Quil more, “She turned the top sheet down to my waist, lathered my chest with warm, sudsy water and shaved it with a safety razor. Her hands on my chest were skilled and gentle at the same time. And there was something about the vulnerability of the situation, being so close to a stranger of the opposite sex, her performing something as personal as shaving and how she looked in her uniform that mixed everything into a highly erotic cocktail. I starting to be concerned about getting hard under the sheet, when she turned it down again and lathered my pubic hair and continued shaving.”

After one more turndown, Josh lay completely naked and vulnerable. The nurse held his cock as she lathered then stroked him smooth, the same with his balls too. He never got hard until he was back in his room, lights out, exploring his smooth-shaved genitals by touch. The point of the story, he told Quil, was that he’d never forgotten that feeling and at one time or another Josh’d shaved every girlfriend he ever had since, but the crazy part was that he’d never allowed himself to be shaved too.

Josh told her that only lately had he privately admitted that was what he really wanted all along. “So, yeah,” he said, “I’m up late at night sometimes, too, with secret thoughts about lusts and loves and what might’ve been…” he paused and looked over his shoulder to Quil, “or could be.”

A sliver of twilight had appeared on the east horizon. Darkness would be fading away in a matter of minutes. In Josh’s mind now, Quil was bent over her table, her breasts swaying and bouncing as he pumped into her from behind. He heard her moan again, more urgently….

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Quil listened to Josh's voice as he talked with a smile on her lips. She felt comfortable sharing this with him and it seemed he felt the same way. Josh had answered her question but it sounded like there was a story that went along with it and she urged him to share it with a simple softly spoken question of 'Like?'.

There was a story and Josh started it off with a movement. Quil's eyes locked on what he was doing and she sucked in a sharp intake of air at the sight. Josh had pushed down his pants and she got her first true look at him. He was large, thick and had the hottest curve to the tip of his cock. Quil licked her lips as she thought about the benefits of that curve. His hands stroked his length and it became difficult for Quil to concentrate on what he was saying because she was so focused on what she was seeing.

This was the hottest thing she had done in ages and her pussy pulsed around her fingers as she moved then in and out matching Josh's pace.

Or could be... Quil heard that clear as day and wondered at what he meant by that. Was there someone in his life that he wanted but hadn't approached her about it yet? IT darkened her mood a touch but not enough to stop her from what she wanted to do.

Quil pulled her fingers out and sucked them into her mouth, cleaning them as she swirled her tongue around them. Once they were clean she yanked on the bottom end of her jersey and pulled it up her body and lifted it over her head. She clutched the garment in her hand and sat naked in her seat for a few moments giving her body time to adjust to the breeze that bushed over her exposed skin. Her hands were shaking and she wasn't sure if it was of because what she was doing, feeling or it she was just cold. She didn't feel cold but her skin was covered in my goosebumps.

Slowly she slid her feet from the table top and placed them flatfooted on the deck. "Here you go." Quil leaned over and handed Josh her only piece of clothing. "In case you spill your wine." She teased with a velvet smooth voice that told Josh that she wasn't talking about making a mess of wine.

Free of the hockey jersey Quil leaned back in her seat and kicked her feet back on the table, this time her feet spread a little wider to give herself some more room. She keep her eyes on Josh as her hands drifted back down her body. Her lips parted as she thrust two fingers back into her wet pussy. Her fingers wiggled inside of her as she moved it quickly in and out. There was a growing pressure building between her legs as she neared her climax. She gasped and caught her breath plunging as deep as she could and rubbed her palm against her clit.

There was a fine tremble running down her body and it ended in the curl of her toes. Her breath was fast and choppy with the tiny jolts of pleasure that ran over her body. She was loosing her control and her back arched off her chair and her chest pushed forward a hand reaching up her body to fondle her nipple as she reached her limit and came with a deep throaty moan.

 

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Josh would wonder later about how unlikely it was for any chain of events to lead to a moment for two strangers to openly share their most private sex act. Even after he came to accept that it was an occasional part of almost everybody’s life, Josh had always been uptight about masturbation. Getting caught by Quil was shameful and horrible.

At the same time the raw emotion of being caught was thrilling.

Josh had to admit that he had a taste for taking further chances involving sex and the possibility of getting caught. Maybe that was why he chose to share his experience being shaved. To him, the story was about vulnerability and trust, but he didn’t know if he shared it in a way that Quil would “get it” – or that it would resonate with her if she did. Even in Josh’s own mind it was complex. When vulnerability exceeded trust, as Josh found it did in the prep room, the emotional cocktail could be intoxicating, addictive. It wasn’t about shaving, it was about having to trust and not knowing if that was safe to do.

Jacking off with the help of his imagination, Josh heard the sound of a wet slap each time he thrust to the hilt against Quil’s naked pussy. His strokes were full and rhythmic and he imagined her moving in harmony with him. Her pussy was hot to the touch and Quil’s wetness covered his cock, matted his pubic hair and formed into droplets that ran down over his balls. Every thrust into her felt as if they were melting together…

Something potent drew Josh to Quil. He felt it when they first met at the fence. How it was that he happened to feel so uninhibited with her now, Josh had no idea – he only knew that he really wanted to cum and he was glad that Quil was watching.

Out of the corner of his eye, Josh heard/saw Quil sucking her fingers – still watching him jack off. A slightly wicked smile was on her lips as she pulled her jersey off over her head. He felt the fabric brush lightly over his bare skin. She meant for him to use it. Josh shifted in the chair to face her as she put her feet back up, legs spread, hiding nothing. He bit his lip as Quil rolled one of her nipples between a finger and thumb, tugging it, pinching, caressing.

The sound of Quil’s voice as she climaxed, cut right through him. Josh felt a release deep inside his body and stream of semen rushing through him, splattering onto his chest, neck, stomach in long, full spurts. He pumped and pumped and was still pumping as the last droplet formed at the slit in the head of his cock. Out of habit he touched a finger to it then touched the fingertip to his tongue. When Josh looked up, Quil was still watching. Her hand massaging her breast was wet.

Neither spoke.

Josh toweled off with Quil’s jersey, saying, “Thanks,” as she accepted it back. “I mean it, thanks,” Josh said again, “I had no idea…, thanks.” It was Quil who first noticed that they were no longer sitting out in the dark. As the neighborhood slept, morning had come.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

When Josh shifted in his seat Quil was given a better view of what he was doing and she let her legs spread even more before her orgasm so he could get a better view as well. There was a rush that she had never felt before pulsing through her body and she felt it every his hands stoked up on his cock.

Quil had wanted to close her eyes and throw her head back as she rode the tsunami waves of her climax but if she had she would have missed the best part of the night, Josh cumming. Ropes of cum spurt out of his cock and landed all over his body and Quil's tidal wave reached a new high. Her pussy coated her hand in a new flood of juices and tightened it's grip on her fingers. Her fingers in her pussy stilled, scared that if she moved it would be too much.

There was something about a man cumming that did it for Quil. Knowing that he was doing it as he looked at her was even more rewarding for her. She longed to have Josh in her as deep as he could go, pumping his load into her over and over until she had milked him dry.

Fearing that she would cry out again Quill pulled her fingers out of her pussy and tweaked her other nipple with her wet hand. Rubbing her wetness over her chest before licking and sucking her hand and fingers clean. She had made a mess, it was the biggest orgasm Quil had since she couldn't remember and her heart was still racing in her chest even though her breathing had calmed down.

Quil was sad to see the cum wasted as Josh cleaned up after himself with her jersey.

"Thank."

Quil wanted to laugh as she took back the jersey. She couldn't believe that he had just thanked her. Wasn't that her line. She smiled and stood up, lifted her hands above her head and stretched, giving Josh one last look. "No, thank you." She whispered her voice still husky. The sun was coming up and the birds were waking up and filling the dim morning sky with their song.

"I should be going." Quil reached over and collected Josh's wine glass, her breast brushing over his arm as she straighten up and grabbed hers. The jersey she had thrown over her shoulder and there was a cooling wet spot that was distracting her. "It's past my bed time." She yawned turning back towards the house. "Good night Josh." She nodded, her hands full with the wine glasses. "We should do this again." Quil winked and licked her lips. "I had fun." And with that Quil walked into the house.

 

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Josh watched Quil walk into her house. At the door, she gave a quick look over her shoulder with a smile that conveyed the secret they now held between them, Quil slid the door, stepped in and was gone. For a second, Josh sat alone. It was a lot to take in.

The morning breeze reminded him that he hadn’t completely cleaned up. Josh slipped out of Quil’s backyard leaving only footprints across the dewy grass. Back in his own place, it was nearly time to get up – what a great first day on the new job this would be with next to no sleep! He ran a shower and let it rain down on him. Images of Quil crowded everything else out of his mind.

Josh made it through work on caffeine and adrenaline. The new job was going to be great. When he made it back home, he left his jacket folded over the back of the couch and stretched out – ‘just for a second’ – only waking hours later. He thought about calling, but there were no lights next door.

Over the next week, it was going to become clear that working opposite shifts from Quil was going to make seeing her a little difficult.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Sundays were always Quil's favorite day more for just the reason of getting off of work early and not having to work on Mondays because the restaurant was closed but because this was the day that she got to interact with the guests. Taste had their brunch and lunch menu that people could order from but it was the custom make your own omelet, pancake, waffle and carpe bar that drew the crowds. It was the only day of the week that Taste was open for brunch and lunch and was the only time that the cooks came out from the kitchen to cook in front of you. It gave to chefs the chance to bond with their patrons and nearly everyone took the opportunity to order from the bar verses the menu.

Like every Sunday since Quil proposed starting a brunch and lunch opening it went by face and by the end of the shift, around 4 o'clock, her face hurt from smiling and laughing the whole day. Sundays always felt like a family get together where everyone talked, visited, laughed and had a good time. Pastor Lucas even brought his guitar and sang and played music at his table for all to hear. She could see the music thing blossoming into a full blow event and smiled as she locked up for the day. Henry would surely bring his bagpipes in next Sunday and oddly enough Quil was looking forward to it.

By 5 o'clock Quil was home, showered and in a worn faded set of cut of jean shorty-shorts and her favorite bikini top and that was all, no underwear no shirt. It wasn't like she was planning on going anywhere and she didn't have company over so who would see her that she had to dress nice for. With that thought Quil walked out the back door and looked over at Josh's house, it didn't look like anyone was home but what did she know.

Quil shrugged her shoulders and walked bare footed to her garden, picked up a bucket and a set of gloves and started pulling weeds. There was nothing more that Quil loved then to be in the garden letting her mind wonder as the sun warmed her skin. She hummed a song to herself as she pulled the last of the weeds and stood up to stretch. The gloves she took off and flopped over the edge of the bucket filled with weeds and walked over to the water hose and let the soak hose seep water out of it's pores and wet the rich dark soil. As the ground soaked up the water Quil planned on visiting the other part of her yard where the flowers bloomed and cutting some. The house could use a bit of color and the faint sweet fragrance of the roses smelled wonderful with the lavender near the tree swing.

When the water was turned on to a trickle Quil paused as she watched the robin hop from tree branch to tree branch over the bird feeder filled with other birds. It was like she was waiting her turn and darted in quickly when the blue bird flew away. There was a squirrel under the feeder picking up the overflow and his tail twitched happily as she picked and sorted through the bird's mess. How perfect it all looked and Quil hugged herself thinking that the only thing that would make it better would be someone to share the moment with.

Again her eyes drifted towards Josh's house searching for some sign of life, waiting for him to come outside so they could talk again.

 

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It took Josh a couple days to figure out that he and Quil worked opposite shifts. The house next door stood quiet every morning as he got ready for work and it was definitely dark and quiet in the evening. That made it tough, but it didn’t stop him from thinking about her all through the week. By the time the weekend came again, he spent most of Saturday morning clearing vegetation – and being particularly noisy about it – from an area between the garden patch and the remnant of woods in the far back of his lot. There was nothing from the girl next door.

He left in the middle of the day and when he pulled back into his driveway long after dark, wasn’t surprised that there was no car next door.

On Sunday, Josh left early and was gone all day. One of the things that sold him about the new place was that he saw a perfect space between the tall, mature hardwood trees that grew naturally at the back of the lot and the garden space for a hothouse. Plans for the space were one of two things not related to work that he thought about every day. With an area about 20’ by 20’ cleared and leveled, Josh spent the day making the rounds of lumber yards, buying treated timbers and 2x4’s from a list of materials which he kept in his head.
Although he took his time getting home, when Josh turned the corner and saw Quil’s car in her drive he knew he had to see her. He’d looked for some sign of her every day for a week and now even her car parked in her driveway took on the significance of a totem. He backed into his own drive, got out and hoisted a timber onto his shoulder as he headed into the back yard. When Josh saw Quil he shouted out, “Hey!” and took her in as she turned his way. The bikini top wasn’t from a string bikini by any means, but there was enough breast showing to remind Josh that the last time he’d seen her, Quil proudly showed off her tits before she’d left him alone on the deck.

They met at the fence, both starting to say nearly the same thing at the same time, “I’m so glad to see…/I wondered if I was ever gonna see you….” Josh knew he was checking Quil out and didn’t want to make himself stop. For her part, did it look like she minded? He thought maybe not. It looked like she’d been out in the sun for awhile. There were a few tiny beads of sweat… and now as they talked the imprint of her nipples became barely visible through the bikini top. When Quil asked about the timber, he opened the gate so they could walk back to the area he’d cleared.

They stood in the shade of the hardwoods as he described plans for a hothouse using timber frame construction. It would have a Japanese look to it with full sliding panels for ventilation and peaked, but offset roof. It was pleasant at the edge of the woods and Josh found that he had a hard time concentrating on details of the hothouse when what he wanted so much more was to slip away with Quil into the woods…

 

[tmmmbrrr]

"...oh, it'll get really hot in there," Josh said, in answer to a question that Quil had asked him, maybe 30 seconds before, "really hot. The glass will fog up and everything." He knew better than to space out like that. He knew he was staring at Quil's tits - AGAIN - imagining her untying the string that held the bikini top in place. He imagined her shaking her gorgeous tits free and daring him with a look to take them, kiss them, tease them, ...bite them here an now.

He knew he was busted - AGAIN - Josh looked up, found Quil's eyes with his own. For some reason she was smiling. "I can't wait," she said, "you know I'm going to have to see for myself just how hot its gonna get."

"You'll see," Josh said, "you'll see."

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Quil chuckled and leaned back against the tree nearest to her. The bark was rough and scratched her back in a way that made her think of rough sex and mind blowing orgasms. Wasn't that just a healthy thought to have around a man she saw naked and pleasuring himself to climax. The fact that he saw her made it that much more intense as her mind went wild with all the hot and naughty things that could happen in that hothouse of his. The scene from Titanic where Jack and Rose got it on replaying in her mind over and over-

"OW!" Quil leapt forward and away from the tree as if it had bitten her. Which was exactly what it had felt like. Twisting and turning, mindless to the fact that the uneven bark of the tree had snagged her bathing suit top string until it was too late, Quil tried to examine her back not stopping until she felt a draft over newly exposed skin. The snagged bathing suit top, caught and anchored to the tree had pulled to the side and moved enough so that her left breast was fully exposed and her right was half way on it's way there.

With a smile and a bravery that she didn't know where it came from Quil looked up at Josh. "It feels like something bit me do you se anything?" Pulling herself free of the tree and it's loose hold on the strong she turned around so her back faced Josh and took the top off completely. "Do you see anything?" The sunny colored bikini clutched in her hands and a devil of a smile on her lips.

Quil knew the from the angle that she stood with her back towards Josh that he couldn't possibly see anything but knowing that she was now topless. She smiled to herself wondering what that was doing to him. She wasn't blind and had seen how often his eyes drifted and stayed at her breasts. How his eyes drank in her body and the skin that she showed off. Sure she might be playing a dangerous game teasing him but the excitement that she felt at doing it was her driving force and she couldn't lie to herself and say that it was something else. She wanted to know what he would do, how he would react and she looked over her shoulder at him and boldly let her eyes roam down his body to his groin area. The fact that she picked that moment to moisten her lips by licking them wasn't a mistake and she took her time raising her eyes back to his.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

Whatever it was that inspired XXX to scratch her back against the tree trunk, Josh couldn’t take his eyes away. Her top hardly contained her as she writhed against the rough bark. From the look on her face, if there ever had been an actual itch, what XXX was then scratching was entirely sexual. Josh was a heartbeat away from pinning her back to the tree and kissing her mouth… neck… and further down….

“Ow!” XXX’s cry stopped him cold. Even though her top pulled away, what Josh also saw/heard was a hurt in her eyes and voice, "It feels like something bit me, do you see anything?" He could feel his heart beating in his chest as XXX turned her back to him and slipped the top off the rest of the way. Her back was roughed up, but the scratches were only superficial. A tiny dark spine embedded between her shoulder blades. As Josh reached to pull it out, he also saw that as XXX was looking back over her shoulder, the real object of her interest was the impression his hardening cock was making in his jeans.

The fact that she then licked her lips for him to see sealed the deal. Josh could play doctor with the best.

“There’s a stinger,” he told XXX as he moved closely behind her to see it better. With his thigh pressed between her cheeks XXX’s only response was to nestle her backside against him, leaving no question that she was fully aware of his erection. It was within inches of her hand. He was dying for her to stroke it through his jeans – or even to try the zipper, but he guessed that she was waiting to see what he was going to do, so he didn’t waste time. Josh slipped his arm around her bare tummy from behind and cupped her breast. It was a perfect handful. The swollen nipple protruded between two fingers. He would have liked to give it more attention, but not now…. “I can get it out,” he said, “Hold still.”

Josh’s free hand pushed gently on her shoulder and he heard XXX moan softly as she allowed herself to be bent forward for him to see the stinger better. There was barely enough to grasp and when he pulled it out a tiny crimson droplet formed at the puncture. Without thinking, Josh lightly kissed the wound. The droplet disappeared.

His voice was close to her ear, “All done,” Josh said and squeezed XXX’s breast. “How does that feel?”