Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 18

*** As though it was choreographed, Kate's unrelenting fisting delivered Gina's body wrenching climax and she and George vocalized their release in harmony, neither hearing nor paying attention to the other. "Ahhh..." Gina screamed into the front seat as Kate felt Gina's cunt squeezing her hand hard. Kate tightened and loosened her fist, simulating a pulsing cock and Gina's pussy responded in kind. "Fuuucckkk... Katie..." she moaned as her legs began to give and she slid forward, slumped over the front seat, ass up with Kate's talented hand still buried deep inside her.

*** The blood slowly made its way back to my brain as Britt's continual contractions worked to force me out of her ass. I relented, backing off just enough to feel my cock pop out past the compressive ring that did little to protect her earlier. "Mmmm..." she moaned as she caught her breath and her heart reached a normal rhythm. "Babe," she whispered, hoarse from the screaming; "You're running down my leg."

I managed to stand up straight and watched my gift being summarily rejected, expelled and running over her perfect pussy and down the inside of her thigh. I spread her cheeks to get a better peek, "Too bad Kate's not here," I said loud enough to be heard; "She'd love a picture of this." Britt reacted to the thought and with a moan, the last of my deposit percolated through the puckered portal.

I looked around until I found my shorts and did a cursory cleaning, wiping up my remains. I massaged her back and poor little butt, "I think we're done babe; shall we go back to bed?" "I can't move," she replied sleepily; "I'll just stay here, okay?"

"No," I laughed as I gave her butt one more loving caress. I moved the camera on the tripod out of harm's way, flipped off the lights and picked up my love and carried her back to the house.

*** Kate giggled out loud as the lights went out and she slowly pulled her hand out of Gina's clinched cunt, making a great slurping sound. "Huh..." was the only sound Gina grunted as one last ripple of pleasure overtook her. Kate gently lapped around her sex, careful not to excite her lover anymore. "C'mon babe, they went back inside; we can go back to bed now." She waited a sec for a response; nothing. "Gina, it's safe to go now...Gina?" There was no reply, only the gentle snoring of a completely satiated woman; bent double over the leather seat back of a Cadillac hearse.

"Well shit," Kate grumbled, "now what?" The little one struggled mightily until she finally had her Amazon lover back in the rear of the hearse. Unbelievably, even having been dragged bodily, her d-cups hanging up on the seat back at one point; even with all that, Gina never even stirred, she was totally fucked-out. "Fuck it," Kate finally said as she got Gina into a fairly comfortable looking position, stretched out on the lush carpet floor. Kate rested her own head on her lover's breasts and hugged her tight and quickly drifted off to sleep.

** Thursday Morning, around 5 a.m.**

The alarm was grating as I tried to roll onto my back and mashed the snooze button. "Ohhh..." came the pained moan from my blonde bombshell. "What did you do to me?" she groused a she tried to move her legs; "I don't think I can walk!"

I tried to make light of it; "Well I may have to wear a condom for a while, I think you wore a couple layers off my dick last night."

"Yeah, right," she retorted, managing to roll over onto her side so that we were nose to nose. "You had me so juiced up; I'm surprised you were able to keep it in me at all."

There was no winning this one, so I kissed her lightly and said, "Regardless, that was some of the wildest sex I have ever had. When that month rolls around on the calendar; well I'll probably be horny the entire month just reliving last night." Kissing her once more, we looked into each others eyes and automatically whispered, "I love you."

"Fuckin' A!" she moaned as the alarm went off again just as she'd drifted back to sleep. I silenced it once more and continued to roll until I found the edge of the bed. I stood and stretched, working out the kinks. I looked to my bedmate and found her staring up at me, her hand reached out for assistance. I gently helped her up as she whined about how sore her pussy and poor little ass were. I tried to be sympathetic, but I remembered how demanding she had been last night.

"Here, let's get in the shower; the warm water will help." Shuffling along like an old man, she finally made it into the shower where I carefully attended to her, cleaning, massaging and anointing with small kisses, all the affected areas. I carefully examined her taut butt cheeks, looking for handprints and was happy that the redness had faded, but I gave them extra kisses just the same. Britt was purring by the time I was done and I shut down the shower and gently dried her with the softest towel I could find.

She was feeling much better, but still walking gingerly as I dried off and we went into the bedroom to get dress. I dressed for work and she invaded my t-shirt drawer once more and pulled on an old baseball jersey that made it about halfway down her butt. She caught me smiling at the view in the mirror and shook her butt at me a little, wincing as she did it. She opened her panty drawer, thought twice, and then closed it, "Nope, no panties today," she told me in the mirror. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my shirt over my head as she headed out the door. "I'll go make you some breakfast, you big stud you," and with a smile, she slipped around the corner.

I was close behind her, and heard the coffee maker heating, "So what can I make you," she asked, "You must be starving after that workout last night which..." as she strolled over to me, her sexy legs tight as she walked on the balls of her feet; "which by the way was some of the nastiest, bestest sex 'I' have ever had. Oh, and did you notice that the girl's bedroom door is still open. I looked in; they aren't there," as she gave me a cock-straightening kiss.

I was surprised that I hadn't noticed; "You don't suppose they spent the night in the..." and then the front door creaked open slowly. Britt and I stood there behind the island in the kitchen, watching, as the two disheveled, naked voyeurs walked quietly with their heads down to their room and gently shut the door behind them. It was like watching a couple little kids who knew they'd been caught in the act. 'Maybe if we're quiet and don't make eye contact, they won't really see us.'

We laughed and played and kissed all through breakfast until I finally had to get to work. "I have a meeting that will probably last until early this afternoon, so I'll call you then, okay?"

"All right lover;" as she gave me a hug and a kiss. "Gentle," she squeaked as I naturally grabbed onto a butt cheek. "I'll probably have to do all my work standing up today," she kidded; "but it was worth it," and gave me another deep kiss.

** Late morning**

I sat in the large conference room, bored out of my head as an architect and a designer battled over the aesthetics of the large remodel. I was glad that I only had to get it built; I didn't really care what it looked like, so long as the owner was happy with the results. It was about then that the text messages started.

'Didn't want to call. Txt ok?'

'Yeah boring mtg.'

'ass feeling btr'

'good' was my short, somewhat stunned reply.

'pussy btr 2'

'good 2 know' as I re-arranged my waking member. The architect glanced over and gave me an annoyed look and then went back to battle the designer.

'looked @ pix...pussy wet:)'

Before I could answer, she texted once more, 'gotta go -- delivery'

Well, if nothing else, daydreaming about Britt scrolling through last night's shots and probably, no, definitely playing with herself as she did, helped me get through the meeting. They were too cheap to even bring in a pizza as we 'worked' over lunch, so I gave in to a drive-thru and headed to a jobsite where some kind of emergency had cropped up.

** Meanwhile, at the office**

The delivery turned out to be the four lounge chairs that Britt had ordered and unless she was going to start offering blow-jobs, she knew the large boxes were going no further than the warehouse floor. She signed for them and started ripping at cardboard, delighted to find that all the bulk was just packing. She had made it up the stairs with the first lounge when the phone rang.

"Red Brick Photography," she answered as she leaped for the phone.

"Uh...Britt?" came the sheepish female voice.

"This is Britt."

"Uh hi...it's Becky."

"Oh Becky, Hi," Britt responded happily. "How are you?"

"Uh...I'm fine...uh... and you?"

"Okay," Britt said and then to herself, 'this girl is terminally shy.' "I'm great," she said, "but I'm getting my ass handed to me."

"What?" the redhead asked in a stern, almost defensive tone.

"Oh," Britt giggled, "Not literally; we just got the lounge chairs delivered for the roof deck and I was going to try to get them up there myself, but I don't think it's gonna happen; I'm pretty sore from last night," she said without thinking.

"Sore from last night?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you about it later," not wanting to spook the cowgirl away; "So what's up?"

"Well," Becky paused, "I don't have to work today...actually, I called in sick. Anyway, I wondered, if you weren't too busy, I'd love to see how the photo shoot turned out."

Britt's pussy fluttered as she thought about the chance to get to know the shy redhead a little better. "That'd be great, I don't have anything else scheduled and while you're here, maybe I can get you to give me hand with the lounges. I'd love to surprise George by having them up there when he came home."

"Not a problem," Becky answered with enthusiasm. "If you think we can do it, then I'm willing to help. How about if I see you in about a half hour; is that too soon?"

"The sooner the better," Britt answered in a sultry tone. "Just honk and I'll open the door for you."

"Can't wait to see you," Becky replied in a sweet whisper, and then the connection broke.

Britt paused, looking at the phone and replaying snippets of yesterday's encounter when she jumped from the chair; "Shit, I can't let her see me like this," as she looked down at the faded baseball jersey. She vaulted down the stairs, stripping the shirt over her head as she entered the bedroom. Naked in front of the bathroom mirror, she ran a brush through her thick blonde mane. She brushed her teeth once more, applied just a touch of make-up and just a splash of fragrance that Gina had told her made her pussy run when she smelled it.

Back in the bedroom, she found a baby blue pair of her favorite satin running shorts that were nice and loose in the legs, perfect for climbing ladders. She also had a cropped tee that left her belly exposed and hung loosely over her proud titties. A pair of running shoes and she was dressed in impress...or seduce, as the case may be.

Thirty minutes had flown by as she heard the faint honking from outside. She skipped to the kitchen counter and pushed the button on the remote; stepping out the front door she realized that her heart was racing in anticipation and she willed herself to calm down.

Becky's heart skipped a beat when she saw the voluptuous vixen waving at her as she pulled into the cavernous building. Last night had been a long one as sleep couldn't compete with the erotic notions that kept her fingers busy most of the night. Her stolen glimpses of Britt's incredible naked form as they got dressed for the photo shoot yesterday were burned permanently in her brain. Becky had never been with another woman, and before she and George had been to her store, it wasn't even a consideration. She felt her juices trickle down to her ass as she pulled up to the front door of the house.

Britt had to work at composing herself as Becky stepped out of her car. The foxy redhead stepped out of the car and Britt nearly came just at the sight. Becky had on a pair of high heel sandals that had to be 6" tall. Her shapely legs disappeared into a little red miniskirt that that didn't cover much more than yesterday's daisy dukes. Her top was actually a man's black vest, buttoned, but just barely, with arm holes that allowed a generous view of the side of her beautiful boobs and her bejeweled belly button shone brightly. Her long red hair hung loose and shined even inside the warehouse.

There was no disguising Britt's reaction as her eyes grew large and her mouth fell open. Becky didn't yet know the signs, but Britt's blue eyes were now black as night. "Oh my god," she said under her breathe as she walked up to Becky and took her all in. Becky obeyed as the blonde took her hand and spun her, taking in the complete package. Britt couldn't resist flipping the tiny skirt up when her back was to her. She could just make out a thread of red splitting those perfect alabaster cheeks. Becky completed her turn and they hugged, Britt on tip-toe to counter Becky's stilettos. The long hug turned to a longer kiss that left them both gasping for air.

They stood for a moment, just staring into each others eyes when Becky finally shook her head, breaking the spell; "So," she said, looking over at the large cardboard boxes; "can I help you get these upstairs?"

Britt's fog finally lifted and she stuttered, "Yeah, well...okay...but first, come upstairs and let me get a couple shots of you in this outfit. George would kill me if I didn't at least get a couple pictures of you; you are unbelievably hot baby!"

Becky laughed as she blushed and carefully followed Britt up the stairs, sneaking looks up the legs of the flouncy shorts. Britt rolled a neutral colored backdrop down and led Becky through a dozen sexy poses. Becky exuded sex as she twirled on the set, while Britt also exuded, but hers threatened to run down the inside of her leg. The photographer began to sweat and it wasn't all that warm today. The model also seemed a little flushed as Britt finally said, "Okay girl, I think that'll be enough to get the boy's motor running." Becky giggled and her high-heels clicked as she moved over to Britt's side; "Let's see!"

Britt took in a deep breath as she previewed the pics on the back of the camera. "Oh my," Becky gasped as she saw her backside nearly completely exposed as Britt caught her twirling on the hardwood floor.

"Oh my, is right," Britt answered hoarsely; "if I could sprout a dick, I'd be trying to talk you over to that bed over there." She immediately wanted to retract the statement, afraid that she may have crossed a line. With no immediate response, she looked up to find Becky looking down at her, her green eyes sparkling and a little misty.

The pause seem interminable before Becky finally said, "Well, those lounges aren't going to sprout legs," and she giggled and continued, "and walk up to the roof, so let me get some less dangerous shoes out of my car and we'll get to it."

Britt finally took another breath, confused and horny once again. Remembering her lover's sage advice to just let Becky lead the way, she sat the camera down and followed the redhead downstairs.

It didn't take them long to un-box and shuttle the frames and cushions up to the studio. Pausing with a couple bottles of water, Britt said, "Well now is the fun part. I've been thinking about it, and I think if we tie a rope on one end, I can stand on the roof and pull and you sort of push and guide; we can get them up that way."

"Sounds like a plan," the redhead replied as she tipped her head back and finished the bottle. Britt stared, wanting to nibble and kiss that long, vulnerable neck; "I saw a rope downstairs. I'll go get it if you want to open the hatch."

"Aye, aye," Britt giggled as she threw a little salute and headed for the ladder. Becky laughed at her new friend's antics all the way down the stairs. Skipping over to her car, she grabbed a canvas bag and then picked up the rope and headed back up the stairs. "These stairs and the ladder are going to be great for our legs and butts today," she huffed at the top of the stairs. Britt turned as she made her way to the bottom of the ladder and turned to see Becky flash her ass at her, laughing as she turned back to the flustered blonde.

"You better watch yourself girl, or I'll find a way to grow that dick real quick-like," Britt replied, kidding...sorta.

"Promises, promises," Becky returned fire as she tossed the rope to Britt.

Britt wore a big smile as she tried to recall her knots from Girl Scouts. Satisfied, she took the other end and started back up the ladder. About halfway, a loud and raucous wolf-whistle echoed through the warehouse. Turning to look down, there was Becky staring straight up the ladder, straight up Britt's loose shorts. Her pussy pulsed, knowing she was putting on a good show for the redhead below.

"Perv," Britt laughed at her as she continued her ascent, smiling all the way.

"Takes one to know one," came the return volley.

Loading the frames and cushions was a breeze with Britt's rope idea. After the last cushion was safely on the roof, Becky finished the climb and joined Britt on the roof. Hip to hip, they stood at the rail and took in the view. "It is beautiful today," Becky commented; "You can see forever and you get a nice breeze up here too."

"Yeah," Britt agreed; "I can see spending a lot of time up here working on my tan. The cordless phone works great up here and so does the laptop, so I could actually do a lot of my work up here."

Britt shivered as she felt a fingernail running up her ribcage; "Yeah, well you're lucky you can tan," Becky said as she watched her finger approaching the bottom of the little cropped shirt. "I'm either this pasty white or burned. There doesn't seem to be a middle ground"; she complained.

"Well, from what I've seen," said Britt as she turned to face the stunning redhead, "your skin is flawless, like a marble statue, except for these little freckles," she kidded as she connected them with her finger tip, ending between Becky's perfect breasts. Her stiff nipples showed even through the stiff material of the vest and Britt looked into her eyes as she deftly unbuttoned the apparel.

Becky tilted her head slightly and kissed Britt, moaning into the kiss as Britt now had control of two excited buds, twisting and pulling. Then it was Britt moaning as the redhead slid her hands under the waistband of the satin shorts and took hold of Britt's bountiful butt and they ground against one another.

Breathless once more, they continued to hug and caress each other. "You know," Britt whispered in her ear, "If you don't have to be anywhere soon, we could initiate the deck and be the first to sunbathe up here." She tilted her head back to see how Becky felt about the idea.

"I'd love to, but I didn't bring a suit; I'd have to borrow one from you," she answered demurely.

Britt stepped back, holding her by the shoulders and with a stern expression she mocked, "I'm sorry young lady, but didn't I tell you that this is a clothing optional deck...that is, the only option is No clothing."

The seemingly demure redhead gasped, placing her hand over her mouth in mock despair and said, "Surely you can't mean we're going to be naked, here out in the open. Well...well... well...what if someone sees us?"

Britt almost bought it until Becky broke out in uncontrollable giggles, snorting as she tried to contain herself. "You little..." and started after Becky who squealed like a little girl as she played keep-away. Britt eventually caught her in a corner and the tickling turned to kissing which turned to fondling. Britt quickly latched onto a creamy breast and sucked on her rosy nipple. Becky swooned as she ran her fingers through Britt's hair. Britt searched for whatever held the little mini-skirt on as she moved to the other tit; Becky's moaning had her own nipples aching for attention.