"You Do What You Must" (closed)

[PennySaver]

"You Do What You Must"

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(OOC: The image is out of context. Imagine she's on the balcony of an old, quaint Bed & Breakfast with the beach and ocean behind her.)


From the balcony of her second floor room at the Rosemont B&B, Hanna Reed marveled at the sight and sound of the waves of the Atlantic Ocean breaking and crashing upon the sandy shore of the Isle of Jake. Having grown up in Las Vegas in a family that didn't much travel, she'd only ever been to an ocean beach twice in her life, and those two occasions had been back when her age was still in the single digits.

But even with the COVID-19 related mayhem disrupting her life and the lives of so many others all about the globe, she still couldn't help but be stand here in awe of the power and beauty of the sea just 50 yards from where she stood, enjoying the feel of the cool afternoon breeze upon her scantily clad body.

On New Years Eve, Hanna had met a handsome man named Ryan Lee at the casino-hotel in which she was a Guest Services Manager. She had been immediately taken by his charm and charisma ... and by his multitude of gold and platinum credit cards. Ryan in turn had been taken by Hanna's erotic beauty and, that night, by her ability to swallow his entire 8 inch cock and drive him to heights of pleasure he'd never before known.

After feigning a family emergency to get some time off, Hanna spent the next three days with Ryan gambling, shopping, taking in shows, and fucking.

Ryan returned to New York City, where he and his parents owned an import/export business, and in mid-January flew Hanna out to the Big Apple for a little more time between the sheets. They got away from the madness of the virus running rampant up and down the east coast -- and particularly in the Big Apple -- by hopping a flight on a small float plane to the Isle of Jake for what they were expecting to be five carefree days of good fun, good food, and good fucking.

Unfortunately for them, just two days after arriving, the Governing Council of what the locals simply called the Island voted unanimously for the implementation of quarantine and travel restrictions due to the virus. There had been no reported cases here yet, and they were meaning to keep it that way. Anyone who had arrived on the island since January was quarantined to their homes or to their vacation rental rooms and reviewed medically twice a day.

Ironically for Hanna and Ryan, that simply meant more time for fucking and sucking without the distraction of feeling as though they needed to go out and partake of the island's natural wonders.

But Hanna's joy was to end rather abruptly and rather surprisingly. Ryan's father -- who had connections both in the City and on the Isle -- had arranged for a float plane to "sneak" Ryan home in the dead of night. This was done without Hanna's knowledge, of course; she fell asleep beside her lover after another long session of sex, only to wake up 7 hours later to an otherwise empty bed and a note explaining that he was gone.

That had been 39 days ago.

Ryan had attempted to soften the financial blow of abandoning Hanna at the least by paying for three more weeks at the Rosemont, as well as leaving behind a prepaid debit card that he'd secretly purchased at the local mercantile. Ryan's cash had long ago run out, though, and Hanna -- who was anything but an independently wealthy woman -- had maxed out her credit cards, even after getting the limits on them doubled.

The B&B's owner, a kind old lady named Clara, had been letting Hanna work off her "room and board" since then by cleaning, cooking, and performing other chores. But with only two guests other than herself, Hanna hadn't had much to do. She tried to make herself useful in other ways, but honestly, she wasn't qualified to do much and was shit when it came to being a handy woman.

Then, three days ago, came yet more bad news: Clara's savings were "tapped out" as well. Without money for electricity, gas, food, and other necessities -- let alone the luxuries -- the Rosemont was going to be boarded up. Clara had had a long standing purchase agreement with a Boston Travel company that still stood, despite the pandemic. She had agreed to the sale of the inn and -- for the meantime -- was going stay with a niece who had a one bedroom apartment over the Sea Breeze cafe.

Clara was sure that Hanna could find some benevolent island neighbor to take her in and provide her with the basics. But Hanna had never been a basics kind of girl; she liked her frills and luxuries, which had been the reason for spreading her thighs for Richie Rich Ryan in the first place. She'd looked for work on the island, of course -- she wasn't lazy or spoiled -- but there simply hadn't been anything available for her on this island with a now mostly unemployed permanent population of just under 300.

Hanna needed cash ... and she needed to find a way to earn it. There was, of course, an obvious option for her to pursue, but it made her skin crawl to even think about it.

Hanna's relationship with Ryan hadn't been that much different than prostitution if you really thought about it. He spent a great deal of money on her during their time in Vegas, New York, and here on the Island; in return, Hanna had driven Ryan to an uncountable number of orgasms, had let him take her anal virginity, and had even arranged a foursome for him by inviting a pair of semi-professionals she knew from their trolling of the casino's lounges during the convention season.

Here on the island, post-Ryan, Hanna had been hit on -- even been financially propositioned -- here a multitude of times in the Island's restaurants, taverns, and bars, which were still open as there hadn't been a single case of COVID reported as of yet and -- while people could leave if they wanted -- there was no travel to the island. Hanna had only to look into a man's eyes and state a price.

But whoring herself out to men she barely knew or didn't know at all...? Hanna knew she could do it, could initiate it, but could she go through with it? Can't imagine they're gonna find it erotic having me crying while they're pumping their cock in and out of me.

But hell, she'd had sex with strangers she'd barely tolerated before for one reason or another that had been of benefit to her. She knew she could do it again. She returned to her room's interior, donned a pair of tight fitting jeans, a comfortable cardigan sweater, and a pair of modest heels before heading downstairs. She chatted with Clara a moment, learning that the inn keeper needed to go grocery shopping before her move to her niece's home.

"I don't want to show up over there empty handed, after all," Clara said with an emotional tone. "The least I can do is fill her cupboards since I'm going to be eating out of them for God only knows how long."

When she learned that Clara also had some shut-down tasks to do, Hanna volunteered to do the shopping. She snatched up the list, not taking no for and answer, then headed outside and leaped into the little golf cart Clara had used since losing her driver's license more than a decade earlier.

The drive to the mercantile was less than four blocks, and upon entering, Hanna flashed the man behind the counter a happy smile and a soft wave. She snatched up a shopping basket and began a slow meandering up and down the aisles. The mercantile had an old fashioned feel to it, with short shelving over which patrons and the owner/operator could view each other as the former wandered about.

Hanna liked this arrangement because it allowed her to peek up at man at the register helping a pair of young girls pick out the bestest candy bars. His name was Lou Burke, and while he was what Hanna considered a very average looking man in appearance, over the 7 weeks that she'd been on the Island, she'd developed a bit of an inappropriate interest in him.

Inappropriate because Lou Burke was very much a married man. Oh, sure, Hanna had been with married men in the past, but each of those men had been one she knew she would never have to see again should things have suddenly gone wrong, such as their jealous wives learning of their husbands' infidelities.

Lou was a different story, however. Hanna wouldn't be able to avoid Lou here on little itty bitty tiny Isle of Jake. First, he owned the only grocery/hardware store on the island. If she wanted to eat anything not already cooked by someone else, Hanna was going to have to buy it from him. And while his wife didn't work the store regularly, Hanna had come across the woman to one degree or another the majority of her visits to the establishment.

Despite being married, Lou had flirted with Hanna on a number of occasions over the past 40-plus days. At least, Hanna thought it was flirting, and that was something about which she knew a lot. She'd been convinced that, given the chance, the store owner would happily get naked with Hanna and help her find some bliss.

The question now was ... would he pay for the opportunity.

She couldn't believe she was contemplating this, but since deciding that prostituting herself might be the only way of surviving on the Island, Hanna had very often considered soliciting Lou as her first client. He was pleasant looking, even handsome in his own way, which meant Hanna was unlikely to cringe in disgust at the sight of him naked and erect, waiting to put his cock in her. He had money Hanna knew, from quiet conversations she'd had with Clara and a couple of women she'd befriended over her nearly two months on the tourist rock.

But ... was he the cheating kind...? And as important, was he the paying for it kind? There was only one way to find out ... and as the only other patron in the store departed -- the girls had left earlier with their candy choice -- Hanna made her way up to the counter with her half filled shopping cart.

"Hey, Lou, nice to see you," she said with a flirty tone and a quick glance up and down his pleasant frame. Looking into his eyes she lied, "Listen, I have a problem. I, um ... I left my wallet with all my cash in it in my room at the Rosemont and I can't pay for this stuff right now, but Clara needs it right now before her move to her niece's place ... so ... I was wondering. Could you ring it up and bill me ... and ... I'll bring the money down just before closing ... so you can get your till balanced and all?"

 

[LP1957]

Lou Burke was an average man. In almost every way, shape and form. Height: 5’9” Weight: 195 pounds Penis: 5” About the only thing Lou had been able to rank higher than average on was making money.

After graduating college he quickly settled into a mid-salary position in logistics and procurement. It was a large, Fortune-500 company, and shortly thereafter those in the top management positions realized that Lou could find, and get, almost anything they desired. Not only for the company, but personal items as well. Some of those “personal” items carried a nice side bonus to keep them confidential.

You could count on one hand the sexual conquests in Lou’s 57 years. Always a shy and socially challenged man he never dated in high school. In fact it wasn’t until his third year in college that he had his “first girlfriend”. The trouble was that while she was the love of his life, and hopeful future wife, she did not feel the same. Having a few other boyfriends of her own all the while they were dating.

Their relationship lasted through his last two years of college. He tried to extend that time frame but she was far more enamored by the more successful and popular boys. After that there was quit the hiatus in his social calander until he was in his 30’s.

Once established in his career and his “side business” he dated his far too young secretary for a short time. There was that waitress in the bar he sometimes went to that lasted a couple of weeks. The girlfriend of his best friend, who went out with him mostly just to make his friend jealous enough to talk marriage. (It did work for her and his friendship ended up taking the beating.) He was not proud of any of those short lived affairs and in truth was still in infatuated with his unattainable first love.

Then there was Karen. His current wife of the last 25 years. 5 years younger than him, they were set up on a blind date by mutual friends. This too was destined to crash and burn quicker than the loser in an aerial dogfight. That is until Karen found out about Lou’s bank accounts and pension for making money.

They fell in love and married a year later. Happily ever after only half described their 25 years of marriage. They remained in love the whole time, best friends in fact. Karen had grown up in a very religious family. So much so that “sex” was considered a marital duty that was mainly for the purpose of procreation.. it wasn’t that she would turn him down. It was more that the sex was very vanilla in flavor.

Lou was happy as a clam the first 10 years. He was getting sex with a good looking woman pretty much whenever he pleased. Missionary and an occasional romp from behind when Karen was too tired to roll over.

As the years passed Lou found himself looking through the internet sites at dozens of different kinks. Of course Karen would have nothing to do with any of them when he brought them up. From as innocent as sex games for rewards & role playing. To threesoms, light BDSM, tease and denial, swinging and even cuckolding.

The latter section he couldn’t even bring up to her in fear she would label him a pervert and cut out the sex all together. Still he fantasized about her doing those things with him and sometimes with other women all together as he jerked himself off silently in the night to his internet porn.

In the full 25 years he had never once cheated on Karen and he didn’t think he ever would in reality. Of cousre he was never really given any viable opportunities. Now that he had left the business world and moved to the Isle of Jake, those chances all but vanished in this small, “everyone knows everyting about everybody” atmosphere.

His latest masturbatory fantasy was a hot, young blond girl that had shown up on the island a couple months ago. He was pretty sure her name was Hanna from what he had heard. She had arrived with one of the rich jet-setters that frequented the Isle of Jake. Somehow and for some reason he had abandoned her here.

Lou had decided to leave the grind of big corporate America and relocate here on the Isle of Jake. Buying the islands only little store and converting it to a grocery-hardware-liquer-anything you need place which had put a couple of other small businesses out of work. Because of this Lou, and his penchent for logistics had been put in charge of the only importing of goods from the mainland.

It would take two weeks to get supplies as he had 2 boats running. As one came in it was put into quarantine for 2 weeks as he unloaded the previous shipment and sent the empty boat back to the mainland for the next required load.

Hanna had been frequenting his establishment at least a few times a week to pick up what she needed. It seemed as though the last couple visits she was counting out her nickles and dimes to make ends meet. This had become a common occurance on the island as things shut down.

Wealthy as he was Lou had no problem extending almost unlimited credit to the islands locals. The few visitors that had chosen to stay were another story as Lou was very protective of his finances, even though he need not be concerned.

It had been an extremely stressful week for Lou. Not only the comings and goings of the islands residents asking and hoping for more of that extedned credit, but Karen had cuaght him jerking off to computer images of a blond (very similar in apperance to Hanna) in various degrees nakedness donning a French Maids outfit. Needless to say it had been a week of ZERO sexual release for Lou. He couldn’t even get enough free time from Karen’s worried eyes to sneak away and pleasure himself.

When he looked up from helping a couple of local kids with their candy selection he caught Hanna’s sexy smile and little wave of her hand. Smiling back he quipped, “Your’e looking extremly perky this bright morning.” A double entendre addressing both her attituude and her nipples, that were trying their very best to find their way out of he thin tight top she was wearing. He felt an instant stirring in his groin as she headed down one of the aisles. Lou had made varied, friendly little flirtatious gestures towards the girl in the past weeks but was unaware if she had even picked up on any of them. Even at 57, and a “Bigwig” on this island he was still very socially awkward around the ladies.

Hanna went about collecting much more of an order than he was used to seeing from her. She then approached the register with her greeting and a story of how she had left her money back at the B & B where she was staying.

He would, and had gladly extened unlimited credit to Clara but this unknown girl, as sexy as she was, this was an entirely different circumstance in his mind. “Hanna isn’t it?” he quarried, though he was sure that was her name.

“I have a strict policy of not extending credit to the islands visitors. Would you maybe have anything you could leave for collateral?” He was definetly undressing the young girl with his eyes as he asked.

 

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“You're looking extremely perky this bright morning,” the merchant called out to Hanna after her smile and wave.

She flashed him a second wave, just continuing to be friendly ... then realized that the way her cardigan sweater was hanging loose and wide on her shoulders, her perma-pert nipples and flat belly were on full display through her thin, cropped top. Her smile widened as she wondered whether Lou's pert comment had been about her feigned, joyous expression or those bumps under her shirt that she knew he'd checked out often over the weeks passed.

“Hanna isn’t it?” he quarried after she'd asked him about getting some temporary credit.

Hanna suddenly realized that the two of them had never really been introduced, despite her coming into the store so often to shop, for herself or for Clara. And you're contemplating letting this man put his cock in one or more of your holes for a little spending money...? Jesus, how did I get to this point.

How she'd gotten to this point went a lot farther than simply having been abandoned on the Island by Ryan, of course. It went all the way back to her teens and a choice to live in the now rather than the later.

Hanna had barely graduated high school, getting low C's across the board. Oh, she wasn't stupid or anything like that; she aced almost every test she ever took during her four years at North Las Vegas High. No, Hanna's problem was that she never did the homework and only showed up at school enough to avoid being designated as a truancy problem. Her A's and F's balanced out to get her a diploma, but that C average wasn't going to get her into college.

Not that she wanted to go through another four or more years of school, of course. She instead took a waitressing job in a casino the day after graduation, moved quickly up the employment ladder through a combination of being good at what she did on her feet on the floor and on her knees in the Managers' offices, and by the time she was 24, she was Assistant Manager of her casino-hotel's Guest Service's Department.

Her latest promotion, that to Department Manager two years ago, had been achieved without having her mouth filled with some Upper Management type's cum. She had been and still was proud of that achievement, but -- without a University Degree -- she knew she'd hit the glass ceiling in the industry.

The sudden arrival of Ryan Lee in her life had seemed like a gift from God. He was going to take her away from her dead end life and introduce her to an existence she'd never imagined possible. And then, of course, he fucking split and left her hear. Asshole.

Hanna probably could have left the Isle of Jake weeks ago if she'd wanted. There were stories of how some of the fisherman and other boat owners were sneaking people off the island at night. Hell, Hanna had been told that Lou Burke himself could get you off in the light of day on one of his cargo transports if you had the money. Of course, Hanna had none.

Besides, where would she go? She'd quit her job in Vegas without notice, she had no money to get her anywhere if there was an anywhere to which she could go, and she had no friends or family in Vegas or anywhere else that she could rely on for room and board, particularly during this pandemic.

No, the island was her home for the time being, possibly forever.

“I have a strict policy of not extending credit to the island's visitors,” Lou said, bringing Hanna back from her reverie about her situation. “Would you maybe have anything you could leave for collateral?”

As she considered the man's question, Hanna caught the drift of Lou's gaze from the hazel-brown orbs of her face to the rounded, nipple-decorated orbs of her torso. Her smile spread knowingly, and after a moment she playfully cocked her head a bit to one side.

"Hmm ... collateral, huh?" she murmured as a flirty expression filled her face. "No ... I'm afraid not."

Rising a bit taller to ensure that her bosom became a more obvious, Hanna glanced past Lou to the liquor collection on the wall behind him and offered, "I'll tell you what, though. If you tossed in a bottle of that Rum and some Triple Sec ... and came up to the Rosemont later after you closed up shop ... maybe we could have a conversation about other ways in which I could settle the bill ... and ... maybe establish myself as a resident ... so that I could begin my own credit account?"

As she finished, Hanna looked Lou directly in the eyes as casually but seductively let her tongue slip out to wet her lips.

 

[LP1957]

"I'll tell you what, though. If you tossed in a bottle of that Rum and some Triple Sec ... and came up to the Rosemont later after you closed up shop ... maybe we could have a conversation about other ways in which I could settle the bill ... and ... maybe establish myself as a resident ... so that I could begin my own credit account?"

Well if that response didn't sound like the bad lead in plot of a porno movie Lou didn't know what did. It certainly had his mind spinning in every imaginable direction and his cock straight in the direction of the lovely young lady making this assumed proposition.

It had been just over two weeks since Lou had emptied his balls, as being caught in the act by Karen had left things extremely cold between them. They were down to having sex only once every 7-10 days as it was, being cutoff for the most part from his access to internet porn had dried him up altogether as late.

If not for that, he would certainly have shut down this absurdity here and now. As it was he was seriously running scenarios through his mind at a dazzling speed. Right up until he realized that Clara and Karen were close. His appearance at the Rosemont, where the currently hottest piece of ass on the entire Isle of Jake resided, would send the gossip mongers into full gear.

He was deep enough into the doghouse he had built himself as it was that any resemblance of impropriety might get him cut off for life. NO! this was a bad idea. But god she was HOT. And he was so HARD. Harder than he could remember being in quite some time.

Lou turned 3 shades of red when he realized he had been absently and silently staring at Hanna's tits for the past three minutes as his head spun round and round with the possibilities. When she licked her lips in a slow, seductive way and he felt he might cum there in then in his pants as he snapped out of his daze.

"Ummm..... No. I mean, I can't give you credit Hanna. I will..... I will add this order to Clara's tab for the Rosemont. I know she is closing it down until things return to normal. But she will be good for it in the long run I am sure." Lou absently grabbed the bottle of rum that Hanna had asked for and added it to the bag of groceries without increasing the tab. The Triple Sec went unremembered as it was all Lou could do to hurry this situation away.

"I need to close up now and get home to my wife." He mumbled in an attempt of a defense for his turning her down. Lou handed her the bag, he would have escorted her out the front door if he hadn't had a very visible bulge in the front of his pants.

Once she was out the door, Lou did close the store early. He got in his car and drove half the short distance home before pulling over into a berm at the side of the road. There he took out his still hard cock and quickly jerked himself to completion with the vision of Hanna's head bobbing up and down on his lower region. He closed his eyes and shot the thickest, most volumes' load of cum he could remember. In his minds eye it was covering the young girls face and glasses. In reality it was covering his shirt and chest.

"DAMN!" he exclaimed to no ones ears. As he tucked himself away thoughts of Hanna just taking charge of him ran through his mind.

 

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Hanna couldn't help but smile a bit wider, a bit more seductively, even a bit more victoriously as she saw the effect of her proposition, her body language, and simply her body on the store owner. She imagined -- correctly, as it was -- that hidden behind the surface of the counter between them, Lou was suffering a bit of growth down yonder that, depending upon his choice of underwear and cock size, might just be causing him some discomfort and embarrassment.

And then there it was, the deepening of skin color in the man's face. The blush flooded Lou from his forehead to his collar, only making Hanna unapologetically smile even wider.

"Ummm..... No. I mean, I can't give you credit, Hanna," he finally managed.

Hanna's smile began to fade as she began realizing that her obvious proposition had failed. Lou added, "I will..... I will add this order to Clara's tab for the Rosemont..."

As she listened to the rest of what he had to say, Hanna watched Lou slip the bottle of Rum into the bag; he didn't add it to the total on the register, which left Hanna wondering whether he'd forgotten as he dealt with the situation or had given it to her as a gift ... maybe even a sign that he would consider her offer for a future date.

Which ever it was, Hanna soon found herself on the raised wooden boardwalk outside the store thinking, Well, that was interesting.

She leapt into Clara's little electric golf cart, set the bag beside her, and took one last look back to the man standing beyond the glass. She smiled and repeated her flirtatious wave from earlier, then reflected on his last words to her: I need to close up now and get home to my wife. As she flipped on the vehicle's switch to engage the battery to the motor and pressed the accelerator, sending her off down the ancient pavement that was in need of great repair, she imagined Lou rushing home, stripping his wife, and ramming his cock in and out of her desperately as he fantasized about being balls deep inside Hanna instead.

She was oh so right and yet at the same time, oh so wrong.

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"Wow!"

Hanna flinched at the unexpected voice at the open door of her room. She'd been about to leave but then turned back to change her necklace, leaving the room's portal open.

Looking back, Hanna found Taylor Riggs looking her up and down with obvious awe. The third guest of the Rosemont and the only other female in the house other than Clara herself was staring wide eyed at the wardrobe Hanna had chosen for the evening, a black, thigh length dress with a deeply plunging neckline, accented by a pair of 4 inch heels, a silky shawl, and a small clutch, all in attention grabbing, bright red.

The pair chatted a bit about a multitude of things before Taylor asked, "So, where are you going? Got a hot date?"

"Just going for a drink," Hanna said, throwing the wrap around her shoulders and doing a spin for the girl's review. After Taylor gave her a hearty thumbs up, Hanna added, "I just need to get out of this house for a while."

Ten minutes later, the woman from Vegas entered the only still open bar on the island that served spirits, The Crusty Seagull. Hanna hesitated in the doorway as a dozen and half pairs of eyes widened at the sight of her.

She made her way to the end of the bar and was greeted by the barely-old-enough-to-serve bartender. Roger set out a paper napkin and presented what had recently become Hanna's usual since first patronizing the bar, a Rum and Coke neat.

Hanna casually turned to scan the crowd; every man in the small establishment was looking her way except for three, and they were sitting with their female significant others, who were either glaring at their man or glaring at Hanna.

There was little doubt that the dress and the body inside it had had the effect for which Hanna had been hoping. As she reached out for her drink, though, Hanna realized that she was trembling. She pulled her hand back to her lap and tried to calm herself as she and Roger chatted about the latest rumors and news reports from both the island and beyond.

"What are you doing?" Roger asked quietly after several minutes of awkward conversation had occurred. He had realized that Hanna was scanning the other patrons as if she was a secret agent looking for a contact. Roger leaned in close and whispered, "If you're wondering which of those guys would like to sleep with you tonight, you can relax. They all do."

Hanna blushed a fiery red, studied her drink, then whispered back without looking up, "Sure, but ... which of them would pay for the privilege?"

Roger's eyes widened with a bit of surprise. He leaned in closer again, and the two of them began an awkward conversation that resulted in Roger coming to understand Hanna's desperate plight ... and then offering to help her.

They spent the next half hour or so surveying and dissecting the crowd, eliminating those patrons who would never be a paying customer for what Hanna had to offer.

They ended up with just three men: one was long married but was a known philanderer; another was recently divorced and, Roger said, eager to partake of that which his wife had long denied him during their final years together; and the third was Howard Ridgefield.

Howard was the only one of the three with whom Hanna was already acquainted, and if she was going to go through with this, Hanna would have preferred it to be with a man she already knew a bit. He was polite, charismatic, and flirtatious, and in past encounters he'd already made it clear that he had a sexual interest in the woman from the mainland. He had been widowed six years ago and, according to Roger, had only had two or three short relationships with single tourists who'd come to the island on vacation.

Roger waved a sheet of paper in the air to gain Howard's attention -- the bar's standard tab sheet -- and when the man arrived to settle it out, the bartender feigned needing to tend to another patron to leave Howard standing next to Hanna. The two of them began a conversation that got more flirty, then suggestive as the minutes passed, and when she thought the time had come, she steered the discussion toward money, commenting on how she was about to lose her room at the soon-to-close Rosemont and needed to find a way to earn some cash for a room at Maxine's, a sort of hybrid boarding house/hostel that was popular with the island's non-residential fishers and the wandering young folk who sometimes came here out of curiosity.

"How much to spend the night with you, Hanna?" Howard suddenly asked in a soft, friendly tone, surprising the nervous beauty. When Hanna just stared into the man's eyes, unsure of how to respond, he smiled, reached a hand out to inconspicuously but intimately touch one of her exposed knees, and reassured her, "I understand your situation, Hanna, and I want to help you. I like you ... and I want to be with you. Spend the night with me, at my place. Would three hundred be sufficient?"

Hanna suddenly realized that her heart was pounding hard and fast. She glanced around to see if any of the patrons were paying them any attention ... which many of them were. Looking back to Howard and wondering how to react, she screwed up the courage to point out, "A full evening ... seems a long time for three hundred dollars."

"Five then," Howard said without hesitation, adding with a wide smile, "But you stay for brunch as well. I have people coming over ... the Mayor and his wife ... and I'd like them to think that I could land a beauty like you as a significant other. Is that the term they're using these days...? Lover seems so dated anymore."

Hanna couldn't believe this was happening. Oh, she'd been picked up in bars before, and she'd scoped out men in dance clubs she wanted inside her and ended up in a hotel room or ladies lounge or back seat sweating up their bodies in wild passion. But ... this was somehow different. She was asking for money to do what she'd often done with strangers for none at all, and there was simply something ... taboo about it.

She glanced around the room again, finding fewer eyes on her but eyes still the same. "So ... how do we do this--"

"Such that everyone here doesn't know you're going home with me to fuck?" he interrupted, right on the money. Howard waved Roger back down, paid his tab and Hanna's, then -- after the young man once again departed -- suggested, "Wait ten minutes before you leave. I live in the big white house on the northeast corner of the next block south. You can't miss it ... I'll be standing on the steps waiting for you."

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It was two more days before Hanna could get up the nerve to enter the mercantile. She'd openly propositioned Lou Burke and been politely denied ... then a day later spent a night and a morning fucking and sucking a man with whom Lou had been friends for years.

Hanna hadn't liked the idea of meeting Mayor Young and his wife, fearing that it would be the talk of the town within hours of the couple's departure from Howard's home on the East Rise, a grouping of expensive homes that sat atop an outcrop that looked off in the direction of the mainland. But Howard had made a point of hiding Hanna in the house, then feigning her arrival there only after the important couple was sitting on the back patio sipping at their ice teas.

While the ruse had prevented the rumor mill from exploding, Hanna couldn't help but feel that Lou would know better. Hanna had been seen out on the town dressed to be seen, had spent several minutes at the bar with the widower, and had had brunch with him again the next day ... still in the same dress, though, it was likely that the rumor mill wouldn't have that information nor that Lou would have heard that word.

Why do you fucking care? she asked herself as she entered the mercantile and casually looked about for Lou. The answer to that was obvious, of course: Hanna liked Lou, for reasons that for the most part escaped her. He was happily married, or so she'd been led to believe. But there was just something about him. Although she'd propositioned him with the offer of sex for money, Hanna actually thought that given the opportunity, she'd fuck him for free.

She had been wandering about the establishment for almost ten minutes before he emerged from the back carrying a large cardboard box of grocery goods for an elderly lady with whom Hanna was unfamiliar. They met eyes, and Hanna exploded in a fiery blush, certain that he knew she'd spent the night, the morning, and the beginnings of the afternoon with his friend, fucking and sucking him to a total of six orgasms.

Fuuuuuck ... what the hell am I doing here?

 

[LP1957]

Lou made the rest of the short trip home. He managed to sneak directly into the laundry room and put his soiled shirt in with some other items. He told Karen that a bottle of soda had exploded on him as he stocked the refrigerated section.

They talked, and Lou once more tried to thaw the ice there. Explaining that the internet stuff was nothing more than fantasy and, well that masturbating was a common thing for men. He did make some progress, at least Karen was listening to him now. Truth be told he would have been in deeper shit had she forgiven him 100% and said she would have sex with him. There was no way after jerking off to the image of Hannah that he could perform in any way again tonight he thought to himself.

Lou was still flustered over the whole way he had handled himself at the store. Did that beautiful girl really offer herself to him? Or was his mind just wondering where it shouldn't? And if she did, why the hell did he clamor up and make a fool of himself in front of her? He only prayed she hadn't seen his hard on. Not that it was overly noticeable being the size it was, but he was quite embarrassed just the same.

Dinner with Karen went nice as they shared a very nice bottle of pinot noir he had brought over to the island just for the two of them to enjoy. They settled into watching some TV, sitting closer together than they had in quite a while, until Lou's phone rang and it announced that his good friend Howard was on the line. It was about 9:45, a little later than he would usually call but Lou went into the den so as not to disturb Karen watching her show.

Howard went on to tell him about how Hanna had agreed to come over to his house for the evening. (he made no mention of the money exchange or the overnight arrangement they had agreed upon.)
He just wanted to brag to his friend. Lou had a very good reputation for his discretion, and so many of the islands inhabitants would confide in him for various matters. Such as items they would like imported and not have the post office or Fed Ex delivering. As it was, all incoming mail and packages were being run through Lou's boats for the time being anyway.

Because of his discretionary behavior Lou seemed to know more about most everyone on the island except for maybe Roger, the bartender at the Crusty Seagull. He got some good tales told to him as well, as the drinks flowed.

Lou felt a pang of jealousy as Howard told him he was getting ready for round 2 for the night with Hanna and had to get back to her. Even though Lou wasn't a "round 2" kinda guy himself, he did feel himself getting just as hard once more as he had when he was behind the counter talking with the beauty of the island.

He hid it as best he could and gave Karen a kiss, telling her he was headed for a hot shower. To get rid of the rest of the stickiness that wasn't really there. He knew he had a good 30 minutes before Karen's show would end and she would be ready to join him in bed.

Lou found his hand once more traversing the 5" of his hardness as his thoughts were again on Hanna Reed. Only to his own amazement and embarrassment this time his minds eye was of Howard shoving his large cock in and out of her in every imaginable way. Howard had a reputation of being very well endowed, that had been confirmed in the locker room of the islands only golf course.

Lou couldn't get his imagination off of hearing Hanna moaning and gagging on that huge cock as he once again shot his seed against the shower door. he quickly cleaned it off and washed himself off before joining Karen in bed. Lou slept in just a pair of boxers and would normally get hard as he cuddled up and spooned his wife.

He was sure she wouldn't notice that tonight his twice spent dick had no energy left in it. Still he wrestled with sleep the entire night thinking it could have been him inside of Hanna. That was all he saw of Hanna, less a quick glimpse as she exited the coffee shop that was in view of the stores front window.

Two mornings later as he was carrying a box of groceries out for Martha he noticed Hanna in the middle aisle of the store. She looked as if she had gotten a little too much sun as she was a bright shade of red. He nodded in her direction and gave her a pleasant if not longing smile. Again a fluttering feeling invaded his stomach like that of a lovesick teenager finding his crush unexpectantly and having a chance to interact.

 

[PennySaver]

Hanna waited for Lou to return from carrying the elderly woman's groceries out to her car before strolling casually up to the counter with her hand carried basket. It was filled nearly to overflowing, courtesy of the money she'd made in Howard's bed ... and in Howard's pool ... and on Howard's pool table ... and ... and ... and...

She'd actually enjoyed the evening once she began to get more comfortable with the man who Hanna would always remember as her first John. She'd even experienced an orgasm in between Howard's first and second explosions, though, it was mostly due to her own efforts as she straddled his groin and worked his nicely sized cock against the ever so sensitive inner front of her vaginal canal.

But she hadn't been there for her own pleasure, of course, and the need to concentrate on satisfying Howard had prevented Hanna from achieving any more ecstasy of her own. She'd faked a second one that night and then another the next morning after Howard had told her he wanted her to enjoy their time together as much as he was. She'd always been good at that, faking; years earlier, when she'd had a lover who just didn't do it for her, Hanna had reviewed some home sex tapes she and an earlier lover had made in a successful effort to learn the big ruse.

As she left shortly after blowing him one last time following brunch, Hanna recalled the nice night and joked that perhaps should should have paid Howard. He quipped back okay as he pretended to return his thick wallet unopened to his pocket, but in the end pulled out the promised $500, saying with a sincere tone, "I hope we get the chance to repeat this again before you leave the island, whenever that might be."

"I'd like that," Hanna said. As she felt the wad of new hundred dollar bills in her hands, she'd smiled and repeated after an erotic kiss, "I'd like that very much."

She'd used the property's side gate to access the beach path that circled under and around the backside of the Methodist Church, looking up at the bell tower and thinking, You'll let this slide, right, Lord? I'm a good girl at heart.

And now, here she was stepping up to the counter at the mercantile setting the basket before the first man she'd propositioned and setting one of the hundred dollar bills on the counter next to it.

"Can I use this?" she asked tentatively. "I think my purchase is about $60 dollars. If you need, I can go break it at the bank first."

Hanna studied Lou's expression and saw the difference in it from the last time she'd seen him. She assumed, of course, that it was because he was thinking about how she'd essentially offered her body to him for a couple of boxes of groceries. Glancing toward the fresh bill laying there, she suddenly realized that Lou might be wondering where she'd gotten it. After all, she had propositioned him first.

"That's from Clara," she lied very quickly. "She, um ... she wanted to show her appreciation for the work I've been doing at the B&B."

 

[LP1957]

Hanna looked even more appealing and sexier then ever, if that were even possible. Her consistently perked nipples leading the charge. Just knowing she had been fucked in every room of Howard's house three nights ago made him want her even more.

Oh yes, Lou had heard from his friend once again yesterday about how she had spent the night, with him being in one of her holes more often than not. Of course he didn't mention that he had been required to pay for those privileges. (that would be all but confirmed though in a few short minutes).

He even bragged about how she had screamed out in organic bliss as he pounded her atop the deep burgundy felt of his pool table. "Good thing the houses up here are well spaced. Martha may have called Junior on me." He exclaimed with pride. (Junior being one half of the islands police force, along with Mary who mostly manned the two room station, phones and radio. The second room being the 8' X 8' jail cell which only seemed to house the island drunks until they sobered up as the crime level on the Isle of Jake was almost non-existent.)

Lou smiled, as that same "Martha" was the lady he had just helped out with her purchase. He laughed to himself as she was close to deaf. If she had heard Hanna's cries of passion she would have had to be wailing like a Banshee. That thought in itself had Lou getting hard once again in this young ladies presence.

Grateful one more time for the counter which hid his lower half he was brought back to conscience as Hanna placed a crisp $100. bill on the counter. {"Can I use this?"} she asked and Lou instantly put 2 and 2 together as to where it had come from. Not only did he remember the proposal she had sent his way, but Howard had a reputation for always carrying and paying his way with large, fresh currency.

Lou smiled into her eyes. Knowing she was now a "Whore" only made his own fantasies of her more pliable. His life on the internet had that effect on him, where reality and fantasy intermixed. {"I think my purchase is about $60 dollars. If you need, I can go break it at the bank first."}

"$58.73 to be exact." Lou corrected her as he took the bill, then in a braggest way of his own stated; "and I bring the new money over for the bank, so yes, I can make your change." His attempt being to impress Hanna with how important he was during this pandemic.

{"That's from Clara,....... She, um ... she wanted to show her appreciation for the work I've been doing at the B&B."} Lou knew this not to be true as Clara had run out of cash over a week ago. She also didn't have Howard's penchant for flashing large bills.

"Maybe I should just assign this change to the balance of her credit account?" Lou said, fishing for Hanna's reaction as he held back the $41.27 in his hand.

 

[PennySaver]

"$58.73 to be exact," Lou responded as to the total of Hanna's purchases. "And I bring the new money over for the bank, so yes, I can make your change."


Hanna had indeed learned of Lou's central role in the running of this little community. Over the past two months -- actually, today was Hanna's 50th day on the Isle of Jake, she realized -- the residents she had befriended or with whom she had simply conversed had caused Hanna to realize that Lou was far more than just a peddler of boxed cereal, liquor, and tampons. Like the warzone supply clerks, Lou had been central to this island's existence and now -- in the face of what the CDC had called the invisible enemy of COVID-19 -- he was the man who was keeping this island alive during a different kind of war.

That impressed Hanna, of course. She'd always been attracted to powerful men; it was biologic, actually, even if some women didn't want to admit it. I woman wanted a man who could protect her, whether that was done with a big club or a big wallet. The latter was what had attracted Hanna to Ryan, of course. Unfortunately for her, he'd been a pussy when it came to protecting his woman.

(One day when this was all over, Hanna had promised herself, she was going to catch up to Ryan Lee and break that pretty little nose that sat in the middle of his pretty little face. She may have been a nobody hotel department manager with nothing of value but a beautiful body and a knowledge of how to use it for good or evil -- or both at the same times -- but she wasn't trash to simply be tossed aside when the times said she was no longer a vital necessity to her lover's life.)

"Maybe I should just assign this change to the balance of her credit account?" Lou said about the forty-plus bucks he was holding before him.

"Um ... I think..." Hanna mumbled, staring at the cash. She had another $400 in her pocket, of course, but it wouldn't last long; even though Clara had refused any repayment for her kindness over the past weeks, Hanna still had to pay for a room at Maxine's beginning in three days, when The Rosemont officially closed its doors. Reaching her hand out with its palm open wide and flat, Hanna said, "Um, there is some other shopping in town that I have to do for Clara, so ... thank you, but, I think I should take the change."

Letting the coins fall from one hand to the other, Hanna pocketed them ... and realized that she was blushing once again. She looked up into Lou's eyes again and ... oh ... there was something in them that she hadn't seen in previous visits. Her proposition to him had had an effect, but Hanna couldn't honestly figure out what that effect had been.

Did he think her a lowly whore now, someone with whom he should remain separated by a grocery store counter? Or was his brain consumed with thoughts of slamming his cock deep inside her again and again until he grunted out in great joyous pleasure? Or was it either somewhere in between those or something entirely different?

"Would you like to have lunch with me?" Hanna was suddenly asking before she even realized that the thought had been forming in her brain. Again, her face exploded in a flush, and she chuckled with obvious nervousness. She quickly added, "Across the street, at Becky's...? Just ... just lunch ... a cold sandwich, maybe a salad. I'm buying."

She held up the paper money, still being clutched in her hand, saying, "Clara's buying I mean. I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

Then, losing the joy in her face and becoming more serious, Hanna said softly, "I think we should talk ... you know ... about what I ... what I offered the other day."

 

[LP1957]

Lou noticed a slight nervousness in her demeanor as she contemplated his suggestion. {"Um ... I think...Um, there is some other shopping in town that I have to do for Clara, so ... thank you, but, I think I should take the change."} Lou enjoyed the feigned feeling of power, this momentarily gave him.

He smiled as he dropped the change from his larger hand into her delicate palm, as was his habit of doing. Immediately he cursed to himself for passing up the first chance of skin on skin touch with this desirable young lady.

{"Would you like to have lunch with me?"} she asked him. Once again his brain went to work on each and every possible result of his accepting or denying her invite. He had this penchant for making a pro vs con list in his mind for almost every little thing he did.

{"Across the street, at Becky's...? Just ... just lunch ... a cold sandwich, maybe a salad. I'm buying."}
She continued on with her request. {"Clara's buying I mean. I'm sure she wouldn't mind."}

"Of course you will NOT young lady!" He corrected her in an un-intentionally condescending tone. Lou was known to dine with the island inhabitants or visitors. Mostly families or men. Occasionally with a woman. But never with anyone so tantalizing as Hanna Reed. It was not uncommon for him to close up the store for an hour at a time to eat or run an errand. He would post a sign "back in an hour" with the time noted. The locals would just adjust their schedules accordingly. The visitors would just have to deal with it.

He was all but ready to accept her invitation. That is right up until she added in a much more serious voice: {"I think we should talk ... you know ... about what I ... what I offered the other day."}

This opened up a whole new can of worms to slither around in his mind. Ninety-nine times out of 100 he would opt to cut and run at this point. His conversation skills not up to par, his ingrained nervousness around women, the chance someone might overhear and judge, or worse yet send a message back to Karen.

Enamored as he was with Hanna, spurred on by his raging 5" fighting it's way toward her, and wanting to hear every little detail from her lips of her encounter with Howard three nights ago, (he did know that was very unlikely to actually happen) Lou, for the first time in his 9 years on the Isle of Jake decided to throw caution to the wind. "Just let me lock up the back door and we can be on our way." He stated as he awkwardly turned and made his way to the back room so as to hide his hard dick. Once through the corridor he reached into his pants to adjust and hide it the best he could before joining her.

"Please lead the way." he pointed and hoped she would go far enough ahead of him that she wouldn't notice his excitement.

 

[PennySaver]

"Of course you will NOT young lady!"

Lou refusal to let Hanna pay for lunch caught her off guard; she immediately feared he was going to once again refuse her desire to spend some time with him that didn't involve a grocery counter being between them.

But then after she made a vague mention of her offer to him, Lou straightened her out with, "Just let me lock up the back door and we can be on our way."

"Great!" Hanna said with obvious excitement and a return of joy to her expression. As she watched him head toward the back, she spoke about the groceries she'd purchased, "I'll just take these to Clara's cart."

Hanna peeked down at the box into which Lou had loaded the groceries and saw the Rocky Road ice cream that was a surprise for Taylor and the frozen peas that were for some gravy recipe Clara was fixing tonight. She snatched them out quickly, ran to the freezer from which they'd come, and stuffed them back inside. Lou caught sight of what she was doing and gave her a strange look.

"I'll come back for them later, 'kay?"

He seemed to understand and approaching her said, "Please lead the way."

Hanna was about to turn when -- not intentionally -- her gaze dropped for just a moment. Her eyes widened a bit at what was obviously an erection. Before what was surely to become a widening smile gave away the joy at her effect on him, Hanna turned, hesitated, and headed for the door. She dropped the box into the back seat of the four person cart as Lou locked up, then crossed the street with him, being sure to maintain an appropriate distance from him -- not a COVID distance but a Don't cause a rumor distance.

Maxine's was a cute little coffee and pastry shop that Hanna had begun visiting her and Ryan's first day on the Island. With the lack of cash, though, Hanna's only visit in the past three weeks had been four days ago to attend the 18th birthday party of the girl behind the counter. Jaymie had been a classmate of Taylor who, halfway between 19 and 20, had graduated Isle of Jake High June of last year.

Hanna had a very strong suspicion that the two teens were lovers, based upon the sounds she'd heard emanating from Taylor's room in the Rosemont one afternoon when Hanna knew the younger teen was visiting. It was none of Hanna's business with whom Taylor was finding such obvious joy, be it male or female. To be honest, Hanna was happy for the girls to have someone with which they could find such ecstasy on an island with such a small offering of partners.

"Caramel Latte?" Jaymie asked upon seeing Hanna come through the door. She waved to Lou and asked if he wanted his regular order, too, and -- after Hanna asked for the lunch menu -- she told them to take any table, finishing, "I'll have these to you in a flash."

They found a table that looked out upon the north beach. Hanna pulled out one chair and set her purse in it, ensuring that when they took their seats they would be on opposite sides of the table from one another. Hanna knew that news of this innocent lunch would have spread all across the island by this time tomorrow; there was no reason to make things worse by sitting so close she -- or he -- might be able to reach out to a knee of the other.

"I can't get enough of this place," Hanna said with a sincere tone of awe. "I'd only seen the ocean twice before I came here and both times were when I was a little girl. It was the Pacific, not the Atlantic. I grew up in Las Vegas ... you probably heard that already ... but Gramma Gladys lived in San Diego. Grampa Henry was in the Navy. He was killed in Viet Nam, in the war. You know those boats that patrolled the rivers...? He was on one of those."

Jaymie arrived with the drinks and menus, but Hanna already knew what she wanted and ordered without even looking on the double sided, single sheet of laminate. She waited for Lou to order or ask for time then continued, "He was quite a character. Used to record home movies, you know, actual film ... this was before video cameras and camcorders and the like, of course. Used to tell stories of what they were doing ... what they were seeing."

She hesitated for a moment, looking out on the crashing waves and recalling the wakes left behind the boat as her grandfather filled to the stern of the craft. She continued, "Some of them were kind of scary. Oh, he never showed bodies or anything like that. But sometimes he mounted the camera to film the shoreline as they ... well, there's no way to describe it but to say they just blew the shit out of it with grenade launchers ... something called a cherry bomb launchers ... big machine guns. I remember one he filmed of Napalm being dropped on a village that had shot at them. The village didn't shoot at them, of course, but some people in it did."

Hanna looked back from the ocean to Lou again with a deeply emotional look in her eyes, almost as if she was about to tear up. "I loved watching those movies, not for the war stuff, of course. I hate war. I hate everything about it. Wish we didn't have to send our young men and now women into that shit ... oh, excuse my language."

Jaymie interrupted Hanna's reverie, dropping off some condiments. She asked again for anything they needed and left, and Hanna looked to Lou again. "You're what ... 50-something ... mid-50s...? Too young for Viet Nam. Did you ever serve...? Tell me you didn't have to see that kind of horror. I hate to think that you had to live through that."

 

[LP1957]

{"I'll come back for them later, 'kay?"} she exclaimed as she scurried to put the frozen items back in the cold section. Her youth and enthusiasm on display as were her bouncing breasts as she hurried about.

She obviously caught a good glimpse of his erection as he turned the corner. It was once again Lou's turn to turn red in the face as she stared there just a little too long for his comfort. The first thought that ran through his mind was how he could possibly compare in that area to his good friend Howard who had already been inside this vision of a dream. Her grin was undeterminable as to rather she were happy to see his excitement or amused by its size.

The couple made their way across the street to the little coffee shop. Hanna kept a distance between them that made Lou happy as it seemed they were just a pair of friends, or acquaintances stopping in to have a bite to eat.

{"I can't get enough of this place,"} she related to him as they took a table in the far corner a little away from the other tables. She had put her purse down so as he could not sit directly beside her. Once more he thought that for the best. They would still be quite close enough to each other to talk discreetly. Of course he wasn't all that sure what she wanted to say to him. He did know what he hoped to hear from those pouting lips.

Hanna went on to tell him about her deceased uncle and how he made movies and the like while in the Viet Nam war. {"You're what ... 50-something ... mid-50s...? Too young for Viet Nam. Did you ever serve...? Tell me you didn't have to see that kind of horror. I hate to think that you had to live through that."}

"I am 57." Lou smiled as she thought he looked a little younger than he was. "No. I never had the chance to serve. I was in the second-fourth grade when that war was going on." He hoped this was just small talk while awaiting their meals.

At least his hard on had subsided to a semi. He was still excited watching her mouth as she talked as he envisions not only his own cock moving in and out of them, but Howards as well as he watched the couple.

Jaymie finally delivered the food and Lou thanked her. As she walked back to the kitchen Lou gave Hanna a serious look. "So what was so important that you needed me to buy you lunch to tell me?" Once more his attempt at humor came up a little short.

 

[PennySaver]

"No. I never had the chance to serve," Lou responded regarding Hanna's question about military service or a lack thereof.

She smiled a bit, pleased, although she could tell from his tone that Lou either would have preferred to serve or simply saw it as a patriotic duty. Hanna had always been a bit of a peacenik, though, there had been times during her life when countries used military force against evil and she found herself pumping her fist in the air as she silently cheered to herself Take that, fuckers!

"So what was so important that you needed me to buy you lunch to tell me?"

"H-e-e-e-y...!" she growled at him playfully, trying but failing to hide her smile. "I said I was buying."

She forgot to claim that the money in her pocket was Clara's this time around, only lifting her coffee to her lips as her lips smiled behind the mug. She looked about herself for eavesdroppers; they were the only people in the cafe with the exception of a woman and her two young children in the opposite corner from them.

"I'm not a whore," she said softly, barely above a whisper. She studied Lou's face a moment, then clarified, "I mean ... yes ... the other day ... I, um..."

She scanned the room again, locating Jaymie at the distant ice cream freezer; she'd shut it down and cleaned it out a few weeks back due to a lack of frequent customers and was now using it for storage of non-perishable supplies. The shop had reduced their selection of the treat to vanilla, chocolate, and -- because of Taylor's pleading -- Rocky Road, all of which were now kept in the smaller freezer in the back room.

"I'm in a bind, Lou," Hanna continued. She hesitated again, then tried to explain herself, "I'm good at sex ... very good, I've been told. And ... I like it, too, which is fortunate. My mother always said 'Find a job you like that you're good at, and you'll be happy all your life."

A pair of tweens entered, heading straight for the fountain drink machine, out of hearing of the pair of adults. Hanna continued, "It's not like I'm standing on a street corner in a faux leather mini skirt and six inch heels with a pink boa wrapped over my shoulders. I'm discreet--"

As soon as she said those last two words, Hanna realized her error; she was essentially saying that she'd already begun her career of prostitution. She attempted to correct the error, saying, "I'll be discreet I mean. I'm certainly not looking for attention, and I certainly don't want to be known as the Isle of Jake Whore."

She signaled Jaymie for another latte, then finished with, "I ... I just need to make some money ... and ... this is the best way I can think of doing it."

 

[LP1957]

Lou had posed the question so as to get this conversation from a friendly, let's get to know each other lunch conversation to what he hoped would be revealing tales of a sexual nature from the enchantress across the table from him.

{"I'm not a whore,"} This statement came out of left field as he never thought this might be her lead-in line of what she wanted to confide in him. {"I mean ... yes ... the other day ... I, um..."}
Was Hanna really this willing and this eager to lay her confession on a man she barely knew at all?

The voyeuristic possibilities ran through his perverted mind as this vision of beauty stumbled to get her words out while nervously looking around the room to make sure this topic was between the two of them alone.

{"I'm in a bind, Lou,"} she continued. Was she once more propositioning him for sex? Or was there more to this then he was currently reading into it? {"I'm good at sex ... very good, I've been told. And ... I like it, too, which is fortunate. My mother always said 'Find a job you like that you're good at, and you'll be happy all your life."}

Lou found he was instantly hard one more time. Hanna seemed to be able to turn his cock into that of a teenaged boy, getting hard at the wisp of a breeze. Only she wasn't just a picture in one of the magazines he collected to jerk off to when he was indeed a teenager. She wasn't even an entity form the thousands of porn sites he had perused though the last 15 years as his satisfaction with his married sex life had dwindled in a downward spiral.

She was still talking, still explaining herself, defending herself. Lou only took in every third or so word at this point. What he really wanted to do right now was to reach into his pants and stroke the aching rigidity of his penis.

To have her alone to tell him what to do. To do to himself. To do to her. To hear of her exploits with Howard, with the man she had shown up with on the Isle of Jake, with every cock, or even cunt that she had experienced from the day she lost her virginity.

Lou wished to live vicariously through every body that had been allowed sexual access to this women of his wanton desire. He was still sure of himself that he couldn't, or at least wouldn't cheat on Karen. Well not to the point of actually sticking his own cock into her. But hearing her tell him......

{"I ... I just need to make some money ... and ... this is the best way I can think of doing it."} She said as her wave to Jaymie broke him from his stupor. His hand was visibly trembling as he turned in his seat so as the waitress would not see his boner.

"What...... what has this to do with me Hanna?" He found himself blushing as he always did when talking of a sexual nature with any woman other than his wife. In reality he wanted to throw a hundred dollar bill at her and fuck her silly. To put on a priests collar and hear every one of her deep dark confessions, to put her bare ass over his knees and discipline her for her naughty behavior.

FOR HER TO DO JUST THAT TO HIM!!

 

[PennySaver]

"What...... what has this to do with me Hanna?"

She considered his question for a long moment ... then began to panic deep inside. He doesn't realize ... he has no concept of what ... oh fuck!

Hanna felt a chill run up her spine; the skin of her arms and elsewhere exploded in gooseflesh. She suddenly began to believe that Lou seriously had no idea that she was trying to tell him I'll fuck you for money.

Jaymie stepped up to the table with a fresh mug of coffee for Hanna and asked Lou if he wanted a refill as well. She departed, ignorant of the odd situation taking place at the table.

Suddenly, Hanna felt very uncomfortable and awkward not knowing exactly what the man across from her was thinking of her. She had hoped that he wanted to fuck her and realized that she was offering her services for compensation, but now she believed -- incorrectly -- that he wasn't interested in being balls deep inside of her ... particularly with payment.

What the fuck do I say now? she thought to herself as she lifted the mug and sipped, studying Lou over the rim. I could back off and tell him 'Forget it, I was just talking to myself out loud'.

Despite having $400+ bucks in her pocket, Hanna was still desperate to earn money, though. She had to rent a room at Maxine's, fill the mini fridge and cupboards there with food, purchased other necessities of life including girly stuff, and make a minimum, COVID-reduced payment to her cell phone account. The cash she had now would be gone in two, maybe three days.

"I like you, Lou," she said softly with a gentle smile. "I enjoy your company ... and I think you would enjoy mine, too ... not ... not company like this, in a coffee shop, sitting across a table from one another..."

As she was talking, Hanna slipped one foot out of its modest heel and -- after looking for prying eyes -- reached it slowly up under the table until her toes made contact with the inside of the man's calf. She saw Lou's reaction, smiled devilishly, then -- as her foot caressed the leg up and down, moving little by little upwards toward its knee, told him with a sincere, erotic tone, "I thought that maybe we could spend some time together in a more intimate setting ... and you could start me a credit account at your store."

 

[LP1957]

Jaymie stepped up to their table and filled Hanna's cup to the brim. She looked to Lou who just waved her off with his still trembling hand. Lou couldn't get his mind off the topic at hand. Or out of its self imposed gutter for that matter.

{"I like you, Lou,"} she said in almost a whisper that was accompanied with a cute but still sexy smile. {"I enjoy your company ... and I think you would enjoy mine, too ... not ... not company like this, in a coffee shop, sitting across a table from one another..."} His hand found its way back to the front of his pants as he tried to adjust himself without being obvious or reaching it inside of his shorts.

When he felt her bare foot on his bare calf he almost fell out of his chair. "I'm..... I'm married Hanna." he reminded her. Or was he trying his best to remind himself?

Her angelic smiled turned the that of a devil. A succubus sent from beyond to torment him in all new levels. As her leg reached higher inch by inch, to his knee and a little further still, his whole body began to tremble and shake. {"I thought that maybe we could spend some time together in a more intimate setting ... and you could start me a credit account at your store."}

Lou jumped up! Looking at his watch and exclaiming. "Oh my gosh.... look how late it has gotten. I need to get the store reopened!" he exclaimed too excitedly and loud enough for all in earshot to hear.

Another two inches and Hanna would have found just how EXCITED Lou was at her advances. In reality it had only been around 35 minutes and he wouldn't have needed to reopen for 25 more if he choose. If he hadn't had yet another melt down while interacting with a woman.

Lou dropped two $20.'s on the table for the $18.00 check. Looking to Hanna, "We...... we will surely have to discuss your interest..... um.... credit soon. Thank you for the company. Please say hello to Clara for me." and with that he scurried out the front door and back across the street, His pecker leading the way for anyone that paid him the time of day to notice.

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[PennySaver]

Lou jumped up from his seat, startling Hanna and, a moment later, causing her to giggle a bit at the triangular shape of trouser cloth pressing outward from his crotch. He spat out his feigned surprise at the time, spoke very briefly of her credit at the store, and departed in a rush.

Hanna couldn't help but giggle again; she hadn't meant to cause this sudden panic and flight -- honestly, it was the last thing she wanted -- but then she also couldn't help but find it kind of cute.

Jaymie crossed the floor to Hanna's table, asking with a confused look on her face, "What the hell was that?"

"Nothing," Hanna said with a wide smile. "He forgot to lock a door or turn on a freezer or something ... I, I didn't really catch it."

Jaymie looked to the woman and kids in the corner, then leaned closer to Hanna and whispered, "Did you see his ... you know..."

She inconspicuously pointed a finger toward her own crotch, indicating that she'd noticed the erection pointing Lou's way out the store. She giggled, too, saying, "I think he had a hard-on. Did you do that to him."

Hanna laughed and lied, "No! Of course not. We were talking about mail boats and the mysterious shortage of Top Ramen at his distributor."

Jaymie gave the older woman a strange look at the weird excuse, asked if she needed anything more, and -- when Hanna added a five dollar bill to the existing twenty -- left with the sum for the bill and gratuity. Hanna finished her coffee and considered what had happened. She could have crossed the street to continue the conversation, but this probably wasn't the right time and the store was definitely not the right place.

Finished, she thanked the teen, boarded the golf cart, spun it in the street while waving to Lou -- who she caught looking out on her from behind the store window -- and sped away back to the inn.

++++++++++++++​

"This is it then," Clara said as she stood on the porch of The Rosemont looking back through the open double doors into the foyer. She, Hanna, and Taylor stood close, their arms around each others' waists, their heads sometimes resting on the others' shoulders. "I would probably be crushed ... die of heart ache over closing the girl down ... if it weren't for the fact that I'd always hated running this fucking place."

Simultaneously, the two younger women burst out in laughter and chastised the old woman for her language. Clara explained that she'd loved the house itself and tolerated the guests -- "I love both of you, of course" -- but then said the work that had been required over the past forty years had simply been too much for her.

They chatted about old times for several minutes as they loaded the last of Clara's personal items into her niece's pickup truck for transport to the apartment on the other side of town. When they were finished, Taylor said her goodbyes and headed for the home of a married couple she'd known all her life; they'd recently renovated the previously unused attic bedroom for her, a space she would earn by being the nanny of the family's three young children.

"You'll be okay here tonight?" Clara asked as Hanna helped her up into the pickup.
The former Vegas resident reassured her she'd be fine this one last night in the inn alone, after which Clara reminded, "Lou's delivering a couple of boxes of stuff around 8pm ... stuff for closing up the house, until those leeches from Boston come to the island with the papers for me to sign to turn Rosie over to them."

She donned a devilish grin, leaned in close to Hanna, and whispered, "I got those bastards to pony up eight hundred grand for that old wreck of a house, honey."

Clara laughed as her niece began buckling her in, then said loudly and without shame, "It'd suit me just fine if the next hurricane that came through here blew it off into the sea."

The old lady laughed almost maniacally, then finished her reminder to Hanna, "After Lou drops off the stuff -- it's just tape, plastic, dehumidifiers, and the like -- after he's all done, you lock up ... and you call me when you get your room at Maxine's ... let me know you're settled in. She's a good old bird. She'll take care of you. Oh! And speaking of taking care of you, there's a little surprise for you in that cookie jar that you said reminded you of your mother."

Hanna waved as the truck departed, then headed inside to check the treat container. She pulled out a massive wad of cash in small denominations, counting it up and arriving at a total of just short of $200. Hanna's eyes actually glazed over, forcing her to blink away the threatening tears at the old woman's generosity.

She walked around the B&B for several minutes, surveying the sheet and drapery covered furniture and boxed up possessions that would eventually either be sold or moved someplace for Clara's access and use. Then, looking at her phone and seeing that she had just over an hour before Lou delivered the goods the property owner had arranged for delivery, she headed up to her room to strip, shower, shave -- in all the right places -- and dress once again.

Hanna donned a sexy set of undergarments that she'd intended as a surprise for Ryan yet had never gotten a chance to wear for him. Over top of that, she donned a body hugging dress that zipped from between her scapula all the way down to the upper roundness of her firm, shapely buttocks with a lower hem long enough to just barely hide where the top of the stockings ended to reveal bare flesh.

Once ready for Lou's arrival, Hanna killed the lights throughout the house except in the foyer, the kitchen, the dining room, and the hall that led to the stairway ... which, of course, led to her room. And then, with a glass of wine already in her belly and another glass poured and being sipped, she waited for him to use the key he'd always had to the house to make his arrival.

 

[LP1957]

Lou hurried as quickly as possible in his current state of arousal back to the safety of his store. He couldn't help but pass straight by Jaymie as he exited the coffee shop. By the widening of her eyes and the slight gasp in her breath it was more than apparent to him that she had indeed noticed the protruding bump in his pants that Hanna had left there.

His knowing that both Jaymie and Hanna knew of his erection caused him much embarrassment. Which only furthered to excite his disturbed mind. Since he was a young adolescent and had been "caught" reading his girly magazines (once by his friends and another time by his mother) he found that the embarrassment of those situations caused him even more sexual excitement than the actual pictures he took so much pleasure jerking off to.

He wanted nothing more than to hide in the back room and relieve himself. Karen however had security cameras installed back there, when one of the boys on the island had come to work for Lou and a few items had gone missing.

He of course could have made his way into the restroom where there was privacy. However, Lou had an "open door" policy and during store hours, locals and visitors alike would stop in frequently to use his facilities.

Lou, in his best effort to get his mind off the last hours events, went about collecting Clara's special order for closing up the Rosemount until the suits from the mainland could come across to take it over. He had told Karen he would be heading over to help her good friend in closing up and securing the place. So she knew he would be home a couple hours later than normal. He had no idea that Clara had already left and that she had assumed he would do the work solo that he had offered to help with.

He closed and locked up the store at exactly 5:00 PM Loading the two boxes of supplies into his pickup. By 5:10 he was letting himself inside the B&B. "Your hired help is here Clara." he called out loudly expecting her to turn the corner form the kitchen and join him there in the foyer.

Instead of Clara, it was Hanna that made a grandiose appearance down the stairway in a little black dress that strained to hold the best parts of her inside of it. "Hanna!" Lou squeaked out in a shocked voice. "You.....you look very nice. I wasn't aware you were still staying here. Im just here to help Clara secure the place for the remainder of its closure."

Of course his eyes were riveted to her sex exuding body. "You....you must have a date tonight?" the look on his face, that of a puppy dog that had just peed the carpet and was getting scolded for it. His cock once more like a divining rod aimed right at her wet spot.

 

[LP1957]

Lou hurried as quickly as possible in his current state of arousal back to the safety of his store. He couldn't help but pass straight by Jaymie as he exited the coffee shop. By the widening of her eyes and the slight gasp in her breath it was more than apparent to him that she had indeed noticed the protruding bump in his pants that Hanna had left there.

His knowing that both Jaymie and Hanna knew of his erection caused him much embarrassment. Which only furthered to excite his disturbed mind. Since he was a young adolescent and had been "caught" reading his girly magazines (once by his friends and another time by his mother) he found that the embarrassment of these situations caused him even more sexual excitement than the actual pictures he took so much pleasure in.

He wanted nothing more than to hide in the back room and relieve himself. Karen however had security cameras installed back there when one of the boys on the island had come to work for Lou and a few items had gone missing.

He of course could have made his way into the restroom where there was privacy. However, Lou had an "open door" policy and during store hours locals and visitors alike would stop in frequently to use his facilities.

Lou went about collecting Clara's special order for closing up the Rosemount until the suits from the mainland could come across to take it over. He had told Karen he would be heading over to help her good friend close up and secure the place. So she knew he would be home a couple hours later than normal. He had no idea that Clara had already left and that she had assumed he would do the work that he had offered to help with.

He closed and lockup up the store at exactly 5:00 PM Loading the two boxes of supplies into his small pickup. By 5:10 he was letting himself inside the B&B. "Your hired hep is here Clara." he called out loudly expecting her to turn the corner form the kitchen and join him there in the foyer.

Instead of Clara, it was Hanna that made a grandiose appearance down the stairway in a little black dress that strained to hold the best parts of her inside of it. "Hanna" Lou squeezed out in a shocked voice. "You.....you look very nice. I wasn't aware you were still staying here. Im just here to help Clara secure the place for the remainder of its closure."

Of course his eyes were riveted to her sex exuding body. "You....you must have a date tonight?" the look on his face, that of a puppy dog that had just peed the carpet and was getting scolded for it. His cock once more like a divining rod aimed right at her wet spot.

 

[PennySaver]

"Hanna!"

The beauty in black smiled wide at the obvious shock in Lou's voice. As she crossed the foyer slowly toward him, her heel clicking on the tiles, Hanna saw Lou's gaze fall to her delicious body and remain there for the longest time.

"You.....you look very nice."

"Thank you," she said with a purr, adding, "I try my best."

He talked about not knowing Hanna had been a guest of the B&B, something was either a lie or something she had just assumed he knew, then said, "You....you must have a date tonight?"

"No ... no I don't," Hanna said softly, now looking Lou up and down with a hungry expression. She came to a stop close enough to him that her perfume wafted over him, causing a recognizable reaction. "This is for you, Lou."

With that, Hanna made a slow, 360 degree turn to show off the curves he hadn't yet seen in the incredible dress. Facing him again, she took another small step closer; her belly pressed up against the cardboard box in Lou's hand, her boosted and pinched breasts with their ever-hard nipples yet again on display over teh edge of the box.

"Why don't you put that box aside," Hanna said with a sultry, suggestive voice, "and come upstairs with me ... to my room. You promised that we'd discuss your setting up a credit account for me."

She backed up from pressing against the box half turned toward the staircase, and offer out a soft hand with thin fingers that ended in glossy painted nails. She flashed him an inviting look ... and simply waited for his reaction.

 

[LP1957]

At first look Lou could not keep his eyes off of Hanna in her little black dress that accentuated her female assets in such an erogenous way. His mind again soon with ask the possibilities abounding here. He had assumed nd even asked if she were all dressed up for a date. He presumed that Howard had booked another evening with the lovely girl.

{"No ... no I don't,"} she replied in a tone and manner that said that made him shiver as she looked at him like a lioness about to pounce on her prey. Her perfume intoxicated him as she neared him. {"This is for you, Lou."}

She did a pirouette and ended up directly on front of him. The box he held the only think keeping his once again hard cock from pressing against he stomach. {"Why don't you put that box aside,"} Hanna almost directed him. {"and come upstairs with me ... to my room. You promised that we'd discuss your setting up a credit account for me."}

Lou was 3 shades of red and four degrees of hard as he dropped the box. Exposing his excitement which he was well aware she already sensed from their earlier encounter. If ever a situation was to present itself for a clandestine meeting of their two souls, this was it. The B & B was empty less the pair, and he was not due home to Karen for hours.

Hanna offered he hand to Lou. Her offer to lead him to a world he had only dreamt about. Dreamt, imagined, lived in the refines of his head. Lou could no longer look at her. He did hold his hand out, out to be led to...... wherever she might manage him.

As they reached the top of the stairs, and as they looked to the beckoning candlelite abode of her bedroom Lou stopped. "Hanna, I..... I can't.... I mean I want to. I really really do. I.... I don't know how. I don't know if I can..." His words stopped and like a little child he reached into his pants and held tight to his penis. He wanted, he needed her to tell him it was alright. To show him the way into his own longed for world of smut and disgrace.

 

[PennySaver]

"I.... I don't know how. I don't know if I can..."

"You can, Lou," Hanna said softly turning back to the man and stepping closer, until finally their bodies were pressed against one another. In her heels, she was still a few inches shorter than him. As she stood on her toes to raise her face to his, Hanna whispered to Lou, "Let me show you how."

If he did nothing to stop her, Hanna would press her mouth to Lou's in a soft but progressively more erotic kiss as hands -- wrapped about his waist -- would pull his groin in tight against her flat, fit belly. Whether Lou let her kiss him or not, Hanna would then whisper, "I would never do anything to harm your marriage, Lou. It's just sex ... its just tonight ... no one but the two of us need to know."

 

[LP1957]

{“You can, Lou,”}. Her slow words meant to ease his anxiety. Lou held his hardness, his hand like a 3 year old trying to keep himself from peeing his pants. {“Let me show you how.”} Hanna exclaimed as she pressed her youthful body against his. He could feel the heat of her uninhabited lust emanating from every pore.

Lou was caught in a daze and didn’t know what to do. His eyes like a deer caught in headlights as he stared blindly, unable to make eye contact as she softly pressed her lips to his. Her tongue licked his lips as the soft kiss became more aggressive. Her hands finding his hips and pulling them close together in intimacy.

Only instead of the hard cock she had hoped to feel pressed against her in this moment she felt instead his hand which held in tightly, preventing it from access. Lou was a damaged man. This was becoming all to clear to Hanna. Broken, but not beyond repair.

From the magazines of his youth, to the videos of his 20’s and now the easily, accessed at a fingertip, porn on the internet, Lou had more of a fantasy sex life then one based in reality. Sure there were the 5 conquests mentioned before. The first leaving him heart broken. The next three laving him ashamed. His wife leaving him frustrated..frustrated to the point of finding himself now here alone with Hanna Reed, a 20’something blonde that he had no business being alone with.

There had been a couple other casual dates, or drunken escapees that had lead to a kiss here and there. He could even remember feeling up a couple of girls. But other than that, his entire or his sexual experiences had been in his head.

Those imagined encounters, rarely if ever, were of a romantic nature. From an early, even pre-teen age he found the Penthouse Forum section in the favorite girly magazine of his youth. A section that told all kind of sordid stories of other people’s sexual encounters. The one’s that most excited his little pecker way back then involved tales of embarrassing situations.

He found himself searching those out. Opting more for just the supplement magazines that were 90% stories and light on the pictures. When VHS came on the scene in his 20’s he would do his best to find that same subject matter. Now with internet, he found not only, that kink but dozens more that intrigued his warped mind.

{“I would never do anything to harm your marriage Lou, It’s just sex... it’s just tonight...no one but the two of us need to know.”}. Only that wasn’t what Lou wanted. Not what he desired and craved. What he needed most in life.

He stepped back abruptly, braking the kiss that was mostly Hanna’s giving, though he willingly accepted the invasion of her warm tongue into his married mouth. His hand removed from his pants, and his grip upon himself. Leaving once again no denying of his level of excitement.

He looked into the young beautiful eyes of his seductress and stammered. “Can I just look..... see..... hear of your....”. He wanted to beg for her tales of lewd and satisfying acts of degradation with others. He wanted to see her naked body as he did to himself what he had done 1000 times before to the magazines, videos and the screen of whatever internet device he could find.

He didn’t know how to tell her this. How to let her know without scaring her away. Without her wanting nothing more to do with him like any of the other girls he had hoped to have an intimate relationship with.

No, Lou just stood there almost teary eyed and erect as his whole body begged her to understand.

 

[PennySaver]

Lou stepped back abruptly, and once again Hanna's brain was screaming silently Fuck! Why can't I make this happen?!?

But then he said, “Can I just look..... see..... hear of your....”

Hanna knew in an instant that at which Lou was trying to get; he wasn't the first man who'd asked to watch her please herself while he got himself off, and not all of those instances had been while the two of them were at opposite ends of an erotic Skype call.

"Yes you can," Hanna told him softly as she stepped up close to him again. She hesitated a moment, just looking up into his eyes, then slowly turned her back to him and asked, "Will you unzip me, Lou?"

Hanna liked using the man's name out loud as often as she could. She'd learned that doing so made the sexual encounters a bit more personal for her lovers, even if she herself wasn't investing anything personal into them. She'd risen through the ranks of the hotel industry by making the men she was sucking and fucking believe that they were special to her, and not just a quick fuck being exchanged for quick promotion.

Ironically, though, she wasn't trying to be misleading or manipulative to Lou. She truly liked this guy; she had from the first time she'd spoken to him when he'd made a delivery to a party Clara had been throwing. Hanna had often volunteered to do the old lady's shopping simply to have a few moments to converse with Lou. Oh, she knew he was married then as she did now, which was the reason she hadn't attempted to get closer to him than was socially acceptable.

But things were different now. Aside from Howard Ridgefield, Lou Burke was the only man on the Isle of Jake who Hanna knew to be financially comfortable enough to rent her body, whether it be for an hour, a night, or a long weekend. Oh, there were other well-to-do types on the island, of course. But Hanna was yet to make acquaintance with many of them, and many of those she had made acquaintance with gave her the chills ... and not the good ones.

Hanna felt the zipper slowly lowering down her back ... which, ironically, caused her a chill and a flood of goose flesh. She giggled, and when the zipper paused for a moment, she said softly, "Keep going ... halfway there."

When the fastener reached the small of her back, Hanna took a step forward, turned to face Lou, slowly peeled the body hugging dress from her shoulders, and peeled it ever so slowly down her body to ultimately reveal the sexy underwear beneath.

"Do you want to take some of your clothes off, Lou?" she purred as she began to slowly and very erotically caress the one hand across and then up her belly to eventually cup and gently squeeze a pert breast, while the other hand caressed itself downward into her groin, where her fingers began moving up and down over the soft cloth concealing her womanhood. She asked with a devilish tone and smile, "Do you want to tell me what to do ... or ... should I just make it up as I go?"

 

[LP1957]

Lou wanted to stay faithful to Karen. At the same time he wanted nothing more than to be in the sexual throes with this uninhibited sex goddess. He had asked if he could just watch her, hear her, feel her through unconventional means. At least that was what he had intended to convey to her in his stammering, bumbling attempt to talk seriously with her.

{"Yes you can,"}. her smile, and the fact she didn't run right out of the B & B gave Lou hope and encouragement that she may indeed understand his wants and needs. {"Will you unzip me, Lou?"} she said softly as she turned her back to him.

Lou would unzip her, and he did. He felt, and knew, in the deep recesses of his mind that he would do anything she asked of him at this moment. If she would have it, whenever and wherever they could manage to be alone together.

As she said his name out-loud he fell deeper and deeper into her spell. Lou slowly lowered the zipper as more and more of her bare flesh and lingerie became visible to his eyes. She shivered and his fingers froze. Was she changing her mind? Coming to her senses for the both of them? Lou cringed and prayed this wasn't so.

He was relieved to her her giggle and command him demurely {"Keep going ... halfway there."}. He pulled it the rest of the way down and she took a step towards her bed. There she seductively peeled the tight dress from her body revealing the scanty undergarments she had chosen to wear for him.

The stockings perfectly outlined her long slim legs. The cheeks of her ass bare and beckoning his touch. Her perfect breasts outline in the black lace. Her hardened nipples pushing out against the thin strip of material that ran through the lace and kept them form his sight.

{"Do you want to take some of your clothes off, Lou?"}. Her simple and inquisitive question reached his ears as yet another COMMAND. He silently unbuckled, unzipped and let his pants fall to the floor around his ankles. He made no attempt to step out of them. Nor did he bother to remove his shirt or shoes.

No he stood there before her with his five inch cock pointing straight at her and already leaking its precum. She very slowly, but very deliberately began to softly caress her stomach, breasts and then her groin as Lou once more watched hypnotized.

As two fingers began slide up and down the thin material, where Lou could only imagine her very sensitive clitoris resided beneath, she asked in an almost devilish tone. {"Do you want to tell me what to do ... or ... should I just make it up as I go?"}. This time it was Lou who shivered and his dick twitched, untouched at her question.

"I.....I could never tell you what to do Hanna." He stated matter of factly to her. "Could you..... would you possibly tell me about your date the other night." That pretty much confirmed in her mind what she realized that Lou already knew.

"Could you tell me the.... um... details of your date with Howard?" He had broken his confidence with his good friend by mentioning his name, and that he knew of Hanna's sleeping with him. A cardinal rule that he never broke with anyone who confided in him. But with Hanna he felt he had no secrets as he stood half naked staring at her nearly naked body.

"I.....I will be sure you have abundant credit at the store." He now blushed and once more looked down at the floor. "You will want for nothing as you wait out this time on the island." he promised her.


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