Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 19+. This was exclusively written for adults by adults.
I was running, for my life as it felt. Adrenaline carrying me through the narrow cobblestone pathways in the quiet neighborhood west of the marketplace that this whole debacle originated. The early morning sun was already beginning to warm the back of my neck. The people chasing me, I could hear they weren’t letting up. I didn’t think their current disposition could be reasoned with even though I was not the one who stole jewelry from their market stall. Never the less, when one started chasing me with sword unsheathed a part of my brain, a primal side perhaps, took control and before I knew it I was already running through the crowds. Curse that part of me, now I look guilty. I couldn’t stop running.
As I crested the top of a bump in the road I was met with quite a sight. This neighborhood sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking the rest of the coastal town. Had I not been in the wrong place at the wrong time I could have continued my solo vacation and perhaps even enjoyed the view for more than a second. Sadly, I had to keep moving. I couldn’t go back, but the neighborhood was a dead end. I continued to run towards the end to get as far away from the people chasing me as I could, ignoring thoughts of the cliff just beyond the furthest set of houses. Reaching the last set of houses I attempted to hide behind a bulky garbage bin. I heard several angry voices run by. They weren’t leaving the area. I had got myself surrounded. I risked a glance around the corner to find they were looking in another direction. I took a chance and ran along the set of small houses quickly trying the doors. It was the worst idea I have ever had in my life. I could hear my commotion drew the attention of those chasing me, although I had no time to turn and see how close they were.
As I hastily made my way amongst the small houses the rough, green, wooden door of the third house opened to my immense relief. The interior was an open-concept living space. Starting from my left at the far end of the space was a small kitchen with a table and two chairs, softly illuminated from the light coming in through a window. Closer to me was a short, worn couch and a coffee table with some papers atop it. To my right was a bathtub sitting out in the open. It looked smooth and sleek, like a large egg that had been carefully broken open and left here. A translucent changing blind stood folded open beside it. Shadows of baubles and hangers behind it revealed themselves from the light pouring in from a second window in the wall. Finally, there was a bed. It was exquisite. Perhaps my exhaustion had caught up to me, but it looked to be the most welcoming sight I had seen since I arrived on the island. My heart was still racing, but for an additional reason. My rattling of the door had roused someone in the bed. You rose, sleepily, waking further from the noise of the men outside. The room was so open, I didn’t know where to hide. As you saw me your eyes widened. At the same time the door crashed open and you became bewildered. The men chasing me had stopped in the doorway. I was hiding behind the door, my wooden shield. Your eyes quickly darted from me to the men who were mixed up with shouts about a thief and apologies for waking you. Your annoyed shouts and the awkwardness of their entry led to the swift exit of the men who then closed the door loudly behind them as they ran off in further search of me.
Sitting on the floor I was frozen in fear. If I left I might be found by the men outside, but at the same time I had just broken into your home and I feared retribution for that as well. You fully rose from your bed, pushing aside fluffy pillows and a large blanket. You were wearing a short, silken nightgown. My fear began to melt due to something all together more inappropriate. I noticed all the wrong things first. Your legs looked athletic with an ass that I assumed was just as toned that pushed against the bottom of your nightgown, disrupting its flowing, curtain-like nature. Similarly, the nipples of your large, perky breasts poked at the fabric. I then got a true look at your face. You were a woman in your late twenties. Your face was framed by long, curly hair. Your face was that of a goddess. You were looking at me seductively, I thought. I was wrong, it was anger.
“What is going on? Tell me the truth or I’ll call them back!” You asked.
All I could do was look away to stop staring.
“What did you steal from them? Show me.” You demanded.
I pulled open my empty pockets and held my hands up.
“Oh, come on. Fine, just go sit on the chair over there.” You directed me, pointing to the kitchen table.
I made my way over to the kitchen and sat down. I couldn’t look you in the eyes. My mind screaming about several things I had done wrong up to this point. My concentration clouded.
“Slide your bag over to me.” you said.
I slid my travel bag slid across the floor right to your feet. You slowly made your way through my bag. It was during those few moments that I was able to steal a few seconds of time to glance at your body again. I couldn’t help myself. I could have sworn your ass was not fully covered by the bottom of the nightgown. You finished fishing through my bag with little interest, tossing it on the bed alongside all of my belongings you had searched through. I turned my head back down as you looked back up at me.
“Take the money. I’m sorry for breaking in,” I stammered, “Just please let me stay for a few more minutes so I can leave in peace.”
“You know they would have beaten you senseless, right? If not outright killed you,” You said. “It doesn’t look like anything in your bag would be worth them chasing you all this way though.”
I held up my hands and managed to look you in the eyes as I explained, “I was at the market minding my own business. All I remember is there was a shout at one of the stalls and lots of people shifting around. When the dust settled, the owners of the stall settled on me. I didn’t take anything!”
“Hmm,” you considered my words before remarking, “I’m still not sure I can trust you.”
“I’ve shown you all of my belongings already,” I said.
“Your clothes,” you said with hand outstretched, “And the shoes.”
“I am certain we could…my what?” I asked incredulously.
The look in your eyes meant you were serious. I first tossed you my shoes followed by my shirt, pants, and socks. Sitting in my underwear, I felt awkward. As you gathered my clothes in your arms I swear I caught you steal a glance at me. It had to be in my head. A part of me that wanted to see things different from the reality I had got myself stuck in. As you placed my clothes on the bed you dropped my shoes onto the floor. That must have dislodged the money I had hidden in my shoe. Curiously you bent down to investigate what had appeared. As you did so, you bent down away from me. The bottom of your nightgown pulled up and away from your sleek, toned ass. It was more of a sight than I had anticipated. I could feel the blood rushing away from my brain somewhere seemingly more important. It didn’t stop there. Even bending slightly at your knees, I caught a glimpse of your vagina. Distracting thoughts swirled in my mind. I forced myself to look away to clear my mind. I must not have heard you the first time.
“Hey! I said all of your clothes,” you demanded.
My hands were resting over my crotch. I could feel a half-chub resting beneath my underwear. However, I couldn’t think of another way out of this. I stood up, facing away from you and pulled down my underpants. I kicked them behind me toward you.
After a moment you called out, “One last thing. I need to make sure you’re not a magician. Turn around and show me your open hands.”
I resigned myself to my fate. I turned around with my hands out at my sides. This time you were definitely staring and definitely not at my hands. You were checking me out. As your eyes rested on my eager crotch you turned away and moved behind the changing blind.
“You can sit down again,” you said with a giggle.
I called back, “Listen, I’m really sorry about all this. I –“
I stopped myself as I saw the sun shining from behind the blind revealing the shadowy outline of your lithe, naked body. Your nightgown was resting atop the blind alongside my underwear that had been gently draped over the top corner. The thoughts in my head were interrupted by the flow of water into the bathtub. Your shadow stood back up, your back arched slightly accentuating your voluptuous breasts. My mind was filling in all the blanks.
You turned your head around the side of the blind resting it against the crotch of my hanging underpants and said, “I believe your story. You can stay for a bit. But if you don’t mind, I need to take a bath. Especially after such a stressful morning.”
“N-no problem,” I replied.
You came out from behind the blind wearing a white, linen towel covering about as much as your nightgown had. You made your way to the bathtub and dipped in, hiding herself with the towel as syou did so. All I could see was your head to the top of your shoulders from where I sat. You laid your towel behind your neck and squeezed a liquid of some kind into the water. You then picked up a bar of soap dragging it deep into the water. You appeared to actually be bathing, although keeping most of yourself hidden. You were in the bathtub facing the window, away from me.
“You can get dressed again if you want,” you said.
“I-uh,” I stammered as I was already walking over to the changing blind. I stopped to glance into the tub. The frothy bubbles blocked out any view overly enticing. I was starting to feel like I was going to able to have my mind grounded in reality again.
“Ugh,” you bemoaned, “I must have slept wrong. All this warm water and I’m still a bit sore. Would you mind getting my shoulders first?”
Almost. I was almost grounded. Then you say just the right thing and, like a vampire, drain my brain of blood once again. Before fully considering that fact I had found myself kneeling on a towel outside the bathtub. You had protruded your shoulders up past the edge where I could reach them in their entirety. You had also moved your hair to one side which allowed me to see your neck flow down seamlessly into your shoulders. My gaze, catching a glance over the edge from behind noticed your wet breasts, the bubbles just barely covering your nipples. I had to rear myself back to avoid letting myself go completely and diving in.
I was snapped out of my stupor just in time as you mentioned, “Oh, I don’t have any oil. Uhm, just wet the soap.”
You reached a hand up out of the water. I placed the small, dry bar of soap in your hand. Your hand closed over the soap before I could pull away. Our hands locked together. My mind, thinking of some genius thing I could say next, was again interrupted as the wet bar of soap slipped out from our hands, bounced off the wall, and fell at my knees. You giggled as you looked over at the wall, but then sank back into position.
I picked up the soap and wet my hands with its slickness. As I began to massage your shoulders I could feel you relax under my grip. I continued, but had lost track of time. It didn’t matter. I was lost in the moment. Whatever you had squirted into the bathtub was giving off an intoxicating scent that seemed to come from your skin. I found myself inching ever closer to your neck, first due to the smell and second because you had asked me to massage lower down your back. Your chest must be fully out of the water by now. Not thinking, I was going to use the smell as cover for looming over your shoulder. However, the slickness of the soap had dried up on our skin. You held out your wet hand again and I instinctively handed you the bar of soap. Perhaps you had been lost in the moment as well when the soap slipped from your hand into the depths of the bathtub.
I stifled a gasp as you replied, “Here, I got it.”
You weren’t holding the soap where I could see it. I had to lean over the edge. This time I had no choice, I thought excitedly. Sure enough, you were holding the soap in your palm just above the surface of the water in the center of a circle of bubbles that had been cleared away. You slightly moved your hand as if inviting mine to cross the barrier of the bathtub further into your domain. As I reached over into the bathtub, I noticed your hand moving slightly toward your now fully exposed breasts. I couldn’t make sense of it until my hand closed over yours and the soap slipped back into the deep. You moved my hand over your soft, perky breast. I was about to fondle it when I noticed you were looking over at me. We stared at each other in silence for what felt like a few moments. Your hand stretched up out of the water and touched my face. Our faces came ever closer together before sharing a light kiss. I could feel goosebumps forming on your breast under my hand and I kissed you with more intention.
“Could I wash up first?” I asked as if I was on my way out to return to my solo vacation plan.
“Sure,” you answered as you slowly moved back to the other side of the bathtub.
As I entered the water it overflowed on all sides, each movement spilling more water and bubbles onto the floor. I could see your naked form under the shimmering water. I couldn’t help but follow over to your side. To embrace. To explore each other’s body. My hands sliding up and down your form as your tongue slid around the inside of my mouth. Where to start first, I thought. Erratically, I moved my hands from your neck, to your breasts, down to your ass and back up.
“Slow down there,” you said, stopping us. “It’s been a while for me. Let’s not rush.”
“At least tell me your name,” I asked between breaths.
“No, no names,” you exclaimed, “Make this special. Like two ships passing in the night. Even further back. Imagine two tribes meeting each other near the beginning of history. If they didn’t attack each other they might trade. Let’s make a trade, Mr. Nameless. I provide you safety. You provide me with a distraction from an otherwise busy life. Just for today.”
You guided my hand from your toned, circular ass down lower. Down to the depths. The soap wasn’t there. I didn’t care. I began to rub your clit in slow semi-circles. We went back to kissing, this time interspersed with light panting and breathing the same breath. You had begun to slide your hand up and down my cock, rubbing slowly around the tip trying to truly ascertain what you were dealing with. My finger began to explore deeper inside of you, exploring depths beyond the bottom of the bathtub. I pulled you closer with my other hand. Your breasts swelled against my chest. Their inviting nature guiding my mouth down to suck on them.
“Oh my, I haven’t felt like this in a while. You…mmmm…you’re really into my tits, aren’t you?” You asked. Your grip on my hair was tightening.
I responded with my mouth full. My middle finger, feeling more adventurous, went to assist my index. I soon felt you begin to shudder as you began to slide down into the water. My mouth followed. I might have drowned if you hadn’t pulled me up.
“How about we head someplace more…” you trailed off already moving towards the bed. You pulled the blanket and my belongings to the floor. I got out behind you and began to dry us off with a towel. Your hand rose up to my neck anchoring us together. The hips of your smooth, toned body were grinding slowly against mine pushing my cock up between your ass cheeks. You let me explore your body as we dried off. The towel soon disappeared.
As I lowered you to the bed we became further entangled in each other. What started as mouth to mouth became mouth to neck. And without the threat of drowning, mouth to bosom came next. I could have stayed there for some time, but you guided me down further. Your hand clamped down on my hair when I had reached the proper distance. I didn’t need more instruction than that. I licked and sucked on your clit slowly as if to restart from our introduction in the bathtub. Your moans and squirms made me bold. I plunged my tongue into you. I could taste you. Your thighs began to tighten around my head as you squirmed.
“Mmm…ohhhh yeah. That feels so good,” you exclaimed, “Oh, just like that.”
My face was getting wet. You were into it. Especially when we locked eyes from across your writhing form. As your full, natural breasts swam over your torso I could see your face was getting flush. It was turning me on. As if I needed more encouragement.
“You ready to take this further?” you asked. “How about you show…fuck.”
I slowed down my pace, but did not stop licking, never breaking our gaze. You didn’t want to rush and I was more than happy to oblige.
“Please….mmmm…don’t make me beg,” you said with a sultry tone, “You got the tenacity I want. Don’t you want to make my titties bounce? Or do you want to soften my tight ass?”
I sped up my tongue to its previous tenacity and held on to your wet thighs for dear life.
“Oh fuck! You…mmmm, okay. Please,” you stammered, “I want it, your full cock. Your full force. Flatten me against the mattress. Fuck me till it’s soaking wet.”
With enough urging, my desire for you took over. I stood up and spit your wetness onto my hand, lubricating my full erection.
“Oh,” you said staring at it, “You’re a grower too? You’re just full of surprises, Mr. Magician.”
I went to place my cock between your open thighs, but instead guided you over onto your hands and knees. I finally, slowly, eagerly slid my cock into your vagina. You wouldn’t turn your head to see me until I noticed you staring at the mirror on the wall. I could see the full side profile of us joining, stroking, and moaning. I picked up my pace, but kept the same strength. I was holding onto your ass to steady my thrusts. Maybe you were right. Maybe your ass was easier to grab if it was soft. I spanked your ass. My gaze was met with a moan and a lustful stare in the mirror.
“Mmmm, you got it.” you said, “Don’t stop now….ohhh, don’t stop….ohhh don’t you dare.”
As we continued, your torso dipped lower. In the mirror your breasts appeared to be dripping onto the bed like two gobs of honey. If I put in all of my effort would they drip away and fall to the floor as if in a dream, I wondered. This had to be a dream. Or perhaps I was killed in the chase and released into an afterlife. It had to be. These kinds of things don’t happen, especially to me. My mind was drifting, trying to escape this prison. This trick of the mind. I was reminded that reality includes all five senses. One by one I tested them. A vivacious sight for my eyes, a delicious and intimate taste from earlier, an encouraging chorus of sound, an electric touch through out my loins, and the aromatic smell of our mixing sweat. Through all of this I had begun to slow down. Only I could have distracted myself from this corporeal oasis I had happened upon. You noticed my internal disruption. You once more reached out to anchor me, but this time to hold my mind in this place that was all too real.
“Could I have a turn?” you asked coyly.
Before I could think of an answer you had slid off of me. You turned on your knees to face me again. Your face moved towards my cock, keeping your eyes gazing into mine.
“Let’s see how you like it,” you murmured seductively.
You wrapped an arm around my hips and her other hand guiding my cock to her mouth. As your mouth closed I could feel your tongue slipping around over me. Back and forth. Up and down. I grabbed her hair as she increased in effort. I had to concentrate not to thrust. Another primal urge. Maybe you felt it too. But eventually you stopped. I didn’t want you to. You knew.
“Lie down.” you said motioning to the bed. “We’re just getting warmed up.”
I felt as if I drifted down through you, smelling and touching the whole way. You laid on top of me. We kissed for a moment before you inserted my cock back inside your vagina. I could feel your walls on all sides, still warm and tantalizing as ever. I wanted to continue to thrust, but you leaned over me, yur tits offered to me to placate my desire as you got your own rhythm going. It worked for a short time, but the fondling and sucking turned to squeezing and stroking. I spanked your amazing ass again and gripped it, guiding you over my cock to share a rhythm. I stared in the mirror and saw your form arching on top of me, your lustful stares signalling an increasing effort. I thought back to your shadow that I got lost in earlier. It was nothing compared to reality. I quickly forgot about the mirror too, the reflection paled in comparison to the reality on top of me. Here I was lost in you for who knows how long.
“You have me right where you want me,” I puffed, “I’m almost there.”
“No, don’t give out on me yet,” you said as you slowed down.
You stopped with me still inside you. We embraced again, but you guided me to turn over to the other side of the bed. You wanted me to finish the job. I got on top of you, not wasting any time. As soon as your back was against the bed I had begun. I thrusted deeper, with purpose.
“Mmmm…I love breakfast in bed,” you moaned as you dug your nails into my shoulder.
Soon, I could feel my will losing control. I was thinking of pulling out. I was staring at your wonderful tits again, your hard nipples pointing sky-high. You saw it in my eyes.
“I’ll finish if you cum inside me,” you said between ragged breaths, “I want the full experience…your vigor.”
The last few thrusts had my eyes falling back into my head. My rhythm, purposeful and urgent, was encouraged by your moans, your twisting body, your pulsating walls grasping my cock with surety.
“Oh fuck-” you managed to eek out before losing yourself in the fire that had been building inside of you. Inside of us both.
When I came my hips held fast against yours as your pulsing wetness teased out pump after pump of my cum. I coated every inch inside of you, I could feel it. It felt amazing. At the same time, your back had arched so far you was biting the pillow behind your head.
As I backed myself out I could see my cum seeping out of you. We soon collapsed together onto the bed, entwined. You reached down, swirled some cum onto your fingers, and wiped it onto your nipples. It dripped down underneath the curves of your breasts. We kissed passionately as I fondled your breasts gently. You licked the cum from my fingers.
“You can stay a little longer,” you offered. “It might not be safe out there yet.”
“Till around lunch?”
“I was thinking dinner.”
“Eating out?”
“Yeah, right here at home.”
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