Carole at Work and Play

I slid out of the bed and noticed a pair of red bikini cut panties on the floor at the foot of it as I carefully and quietly grabbed clean gym shorts and a t-shirt from a dresser drawer I slid a couple of inches open and pulled them on before slowly opening the door then a soft click behind me. I heard footfalls upstairs while I went into the basement bathroom and regained some thoughts splashing water on my face.

Jayne had been real, her underwear left behind. The 'rules' had never been explained, but apparently my cock could go up her pretty ass as often as she and I could manage it and I'd done the brunette twice that way and both Carole and I would use our mouths, tongues and fingers on her pussy and tits as much as she wanted and the number of orgasms the two of us gave her were uncountable. She returned the favor with her mouth on both of us but she was definitely less enamored about eating Carole than the succubus was on her. My cock hadn't spent much time in her mouth but she'd seemed plenty enthusiastic about it when it was.

But the only pussy I was allowed to fuck was Carole's. That was once before we'd all showered and gone up Emigration Canyon to Crompton's Roadside for dinner. Jayne had sent me to her car to fetch her t-shirt and flats and a second pair of red underwear, the first added to my collection, but clearly averse to emulating Carole who had worn a tight tank top that was just opaque and her delivery skirt as she'd worn it all day.

When we returned Jayne had demurred staying, I think because Phil and Anita were having a Friday night movie night in the basement rec room. For me and Carole 'Escape from New York' finished and once we were back in bed it was a couple more long, slow fucks. Whether a day or night with Jayne would happen again or if any of the CS seminar witnesses would believe me if I told them about this I didn't know.

I stepped into the kitchen at the top of the stairs and saw Herb, all six foot three of him, a gentle trust-fund giant with a weird kink about us keeping the house beyond neat. Most of the good stuff, giant TV, living and dining room sets, more, were his so we tolerated it.

"Hey, good morning Peter," he said a bit too hastily, "I, um, should've mentioned something."

He was pointing to a pile of stuff on the counter top.

"I have the golf tournament about noon," he said and I nodded, I remembered, "but, I, um, invited a bunch of the folks here, for a pancake and sausage breakfast."

Oh. Shit.

"And, you're, well, you're the only one I know who can cook that stuff."

I wouldn't ever match the Medical Towers virtuoso but yeah, I could whip up a pretty good breakfast.

"When are they arriving? How many?"

"About an hour... Like, a dozen. I bought everything you'll need, even have blueberries and chocolate chips. Sausages in the fridge."

I sighed and smiled at his worried, apologetic face.

"Ok. Let me go put some shoes on. We have coffee?" He nodded, it was halfway through filling the pot. I went down the stairs and pushed my bedroom door open, it wasn't latched. Carole was sitting cross-legged and naked on the bed, brushing her hair.

"Care for some hair of the dog?"

A smile from her. I walked over and leaned and kissed her slowly and open mouthed. Then backed up a couple of inches.

"Love to, but, Herb dumped me into it. I have to cook pancakes for like 15 people. In an hour."

I'd cooked various meals for her and she had no hesitation admitting my limited cooking skills were well beyond hers. I located a pair of Keds and slipped them on.

"All guys?" she said and I nodded to confirm, "Go. I'll come up and wait tables for you. Ok?"

I smiled and kissed her as I stood and trotted out, pulling the door closed behind me.

Herb had tried to help but was more in the way than assistant so I'd banished him and he'd disappeared into the garage. I'd guzzled down one mug of coffee and was halfway into my second to banish the last of the cobwebs from my brain. I had the mixer going and a topless Carole arrived at the top of the stairs, wearing her stilettos from yesterday and a pair of low-rise shorts that I knew left the bottom third of each butt cheek exposed, a touch of darker than usual makeup.

"Have an apron I can wear?" she said with a big smile, "I'll keep everyone occupied, no one will hassle you."

"In there," I pointed to a cabinet, "no one will even notice me. Herb bought gallons of orange juice."

She dug around and found one that just hid her nipples but left plenty of top and side boob views, reached a few inches down the front of her thighs and offered no additional coverage on her back beyond the tie strap and bow in that.

"Hey," I said softly as I finished folding the whipped egg whites into the batter and she was tying the apron on, "how did yesterday happen?"

"Well," a slightly shy smile, "I noticed her that first day in your art class after we, well, finished. About a week later she said 'hi' to me in the Union building, asked 'have we met?'"

She gathered plates and glasses and silverware and was shuttling them to the table as I finished my mixing.

"We had coffee that day, just hit it off. You should take it as a compliment," a big smile at me, "took me a while after that but it was easier convincing her to fuck you than for the doughnut delivery thing. Just couldn't get her to not wear underwear. That would've really been a show for your nerd friends."

Speaking of show, she was bent over the table when Herb came in from the garage, his eyes went wide and I saw his Adam's Apple bob, then he quickly went through to his room.

A few minutes before 9 the aromas and commotion finally roused Phil and Anita and they came out wearing track pants and t-shirts and bed hair while Herb and Carole were pouring glasses of OJ. Anita was unusual in the female acquaintances I had in that she'd be perfectly happy with her current state despite whatever crowd showed.

I had my griddle going and I'd just put the cooked sausages onto a platter when the first expected car pulled up outside and four guys got out.

Carole greeted them and the subsequent arrivals to their wide eyed shock, offering them juice or coffee. I worked through orders of pancakes plain, blueberry or chocolate chip, or whatever combination and sent orders via Carole out to the crowd sitting around the dining and living rooms, where I noticed she tended to lean over a lot and no one, absolutely no one, complained about anything.

"Hey, Peter, Carole," Herb said as the dishes were all gathered in the kitchen and I had plated my breakfast at last, "I owe you guys, big time! I'll take you out wherever next weekend. Anywhere. And. Don't clean any of this. Leave it. I'll do it tonight."

Carole gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek, he reddened and quickly turned and walked out to get his clubs and joined his crew milling about on the front lawn. They bundled themselves into their cars and set off for their golfing afternoon. I hoped they had plenty of water.

We sat at the table where Phil and Anita were near the bottom of their coffee mugs, after eating they'd skipped out to shower and dress during the festivities. Carole looked as usual fresh although her apron was in need of a wash. I was wired on too much coffee and adrenaline.

"We're going up to Snowbird, meet my brother's family," said Phil, "and some hiking. Want to come? Get away from this mess?"

I gave a tired smile to Carole, got a soft look back.

"Nah," I said, "I have Ultimate at 3. We finally have some nice weather, I think we'll get cleaned up and go check out Bonneville Glen. The stream should be quite the show. But have a good time."

"Ok," Phil said as he and Anita stood and put their mugs in the kitchen then headed back to his room, "you too."

"We will. I need a shower," I said.

Carole nodded at that. We stood up and I carried my empty plate into the kitchen. She untied her apron and pulled it off as we hit the stairs. At the bottom she tossed it onto the closed washer. We'd gather a load and put it in with that on the way out.

"Hey," I pulled her to me, "that offer you made still stand?"

"Yeah," her hand went to the front of my shorts.

"How about I wait and collect it at the Glen, huh?"

"I've got a skirt that'll be perfect for that."

8 Not So Well Met in the Glen

Her perfect skirt was a pleated blue mini similar in length to yesterday's, in other words, as with most of her skirts and dresses well shorter than seemed normally in fashion, but as always exceptionally complimentary to her body. And as yesterday no underwear for me to steal. She paired it with a tight sleeveless matching crop top that just covered the bottoms of her braless tits and left her flat but not muscular stomach well exposed. She had heeled sandals instead of her stilettos. I pulled on a white polo and thin khaki shorts and put my trusty blanket in a day pack. Since we'd be first back I unusually left my bedroom door open.

"You go up the stairs first," I said, to get a stuck out tongue, as we were discussing that when at the top of the stairs Phil and Anita stepped past the landing and with a waved 'bye' headed out the door.

Carole pushed me ahead of her up the stairs and on the way out I once again grabbed a couple of cokes and added those to the pack as we followed the other couple and I pocketed my keys. We held hands as we strolled out to the sidewalk, past where my car was parked and headed the short distance to the entrance to the Glen. At the entrance was a sign:

"Notice: Construction will take place this summer to complete the lower half of the Nature Park and the 15th East parking lot. Dates pending, to be scheduled once the heavy spring runoff has finished so we can safely work. Further information will be posted."

"That'll be nice," said Carole as we read it, "we'll be able to walk all the way down."

Speaking of runoff, even from here we could hear the usually placid stream. The rains of the last few weeks had supercharged the usual spring snow melt and as we followed the path the stream was a roaring torrent, encroaching on the walking paths in spots where the stream bed narrowed a bit too much. The trees were in full leaf now and blossoms of many types had arrived since we'd been here about five weeks previously.

I assumed it was the sounds of the stream and the heavy shadows that caused me to think I was hearing other footsteps or seeing moving branches, because we didn't see another soul in the park. We'd only seen a couple of joggers on the street and no one since we'd entered and as usual I felt a slight twinge of disappointment that more people didn't take advantage of this lovely park right in the middle of the neighborhood. Then again, with what I had in mind that was good.

We followed the twists to our little cul-de-sac with its view and picnic table. I set the pack on the table and we stood at the stone wall. The sound of the rushing stream falling down multiple rock ledges directly below us was muted a bit by distance and filled out trees, but we could see the sun glistening off of foam and spray as the water cascaded down the last of the slope where it barely fit into the culvert under where the parking lot would be built. This park was surrounded by houses but going over this ledge would be as uncomfortable as any in the wild, especially with the rushing water dragging you to the culvert.

I stood behind Carole and put my hands around her stomach, she pressed them with one hand and with the other reached behind her back to stroke my still hidden cock. I kissed her neck as she leaned her head back, my hands followed her flesh to push her crop top up to expose her breasts as I caressed them, rubbing her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She stroked my cock as it began its recovery from the previous day's efforts.

I stopped suddenly, again thought I heard a footstep.

"Wait here," I said quietly and released her, I felt her turn as I walked quickly to the entrance and looked. It curved again in about 10 feet but there was no indication anyone had been there, a few branches waving softly the only violation of stillness.

"Peter, lover," a soft voice as an arms went around me from behind, "you're just extra tired. We're alone."

She started undoing my belt and shorts. I turned as she pulled my erection into clear view, then bent over and sucked in the first third. She turned and started walking.

I closed to press my body to her and quickly lifted her crop top, she released my cock and lifted her arms so I could remove it, I laid it out on the table, then she pushed my shirt up and it joined hers. I lowered my shorts and stepped out of them, then we pressed our bodies together and kissed sloppily, her nipples poking into my torso, my cock pressed upwards against hers just above her skirt. Still kissing we backed our bodies slightly so I could use one hand to massage her tits and nipples while she used both of hers to slowly stroke my cock.

She backed up slowly toward the rock wall and stopped a couple of feet away with her back to it. She broke the kiss and nudged me back so she could bend over and slowly suck my cock in and out of her mouth as she stroked it with her hand. I caressed her shoulder and neck as she worked, feeling her just beginning to sweat. Then she kissed her way up my torso, sucking each of my nipples in turn, then coaxing me to lean over so she could bury her tongue in my mouth, her hands still working my now saliva slick prick.

She quit kissing me and gave my cock a quick squeeze then she turned and bent over while she flipped her skirt up over her back in a quick motion, spreading her legs slightly and resting her arms on the wall.

I didn't need more explicit instructions, I reached between her legs and slipped my finger into her nicely wet slit, she jiggled her ass as I pushed and pulled it, my other fingers looking for her clit. I worked my legs apart and bent my knees to lower my shaft to the right height to allow me to impale it into her ready and demanding pussy. As I rubbed it along her lips I felt her fingers stroking it again then nudging it, enough with the preliminaries. I slid the head down her slit until her hole beckoned and I pushed it in slowly, in slight allowance for the tenderness I felt and it seemed she felt as well from her breathy exhale as I entered.

I pulled and pushed slowly but using my full length on each stroke, the edge of my glans just visible from my vantage point before it hid itself in her flesh once again. Her fingers worked her sensitive spots and I felt a fingernail every few strokes, she rested her forehead on her other arm on the wall as our breathing sped up and lust sped my pumping. I held her hips as we both gained a sheen of sweat despite the shade and the cooling mist from the raging stream.

I could feel her more urgent finger work as I pushed my full depth in each rapid stroke then she clenched me with her cunt muscles and her hand and I froze at full penetration, her pussy with two, three, four spasms, each receding from the prior one in force. She took hold of my balls.

"Stay, please, just a moment," she said so softly I barely heard. I obeyed, my cock vibrating a bit in sync with my slowing heartbeat. Then she nudged me backward by pressing on my nuts and I removed myself from her, she let go and turned, looked up at me then grabbed my cock and started stroking it with both hands as she opened her mouth to invite a kiss, which I accepted.

My breath went ragged into her mouth and she broke the kiss then adjusted herself quickly to release my cock, squat a bit and press her tits together to make a substitute fleshy tunnel for my slick cock. I'd never tit-fucked those awesome globes and three strokes were all it took, I shot my first and only spasm of cream onto the flesh above and between those round, firm wonders of nature, my subsequent spasms were dry. She rubbed my cock around her body through the cum and then squatted a bit more to slowly suck the entire shaft into her mouth. She cleaned both of our juices off of my cock as it softened only slightly.

She stood again and we kissed, putting our arms around each other.

A few minutes later we were sitting side by side on my folded blanket on top of the table facing the entrance to the cul-de-sac, our feet on the bench, we'd first used the blanket to wipe ourselves a bit and I'd pulled my shorts back on but we were both still shirtless, a slight sheen still across her chest and firm tits. We hadn't said anything in a while, her right hand was clasped in my left as they rested on her right thigh, her head leaned against my shoulder. We were sharing one of the cokes and I was using the slightly chilled fingers of my other hand when it wasn't holding the coke to keep her nipples at peak attention with cool caresses.

That's when I knew I heard, then saw motion, and there were two people standing at that entrance. Just there. They were near to six feet tall, the man in a traditional style crew cut, the woman with a bun, both dark brown hair, dark sunglasses, pale, too pale skin on their faces and hands, the rest of their flesh was covered with denim jeans and black, button down shirts buttoned to the neck and with long buttoned sleeves. I was about to recommend they take a picture instead of staring if they were so interested in us when I realized the woman had a gun.

Or, something like a gun. It had the right shape, a barrel, a handle with which she gripped it, but not a proper muzzle, it looked more like a soldering gun end. My thought was if this was some sort of joke when I realized two things. The tinnitus like buzz was suddenly audible even over the cascading stream. And Carole seemed to be having a panic or some other sort of attack, her breathing rapid, shallow, noisy. Her right hand gripped my left tightly and her other hand had clamped onto my bicep like a vise. I noticed she hadn't covered her breasts with that arm as I might've expected a woman to do at the appearance of strangers.

"Hey, babe," I asked without completely looking away from the couple about eight feet away from us, "you ok?"

"What... what...," she stammered, but not to me, "are you doing here?"

"We're here," the man replied in a flat voice with no tone, no inflection of any sort, "to collect what's due to us."

"Um wait, I have a couple of questions" I said staring at the gun that was pointed at me while Carole's grips were actually painful, "Carole, who are these people? And is that a gun?"

"They're...," she hesitated as their flat expressions didn't waver, "not exactly people."

"Oh," I stretched that out a bit, looking at her then them, "cool. Demons, maybe my sweet succubus, I guess, but my bet is aliens. I close? And again, a gun?"

I looked back at Carole, then again at the couple, the aliens. Or whatever. A part of my brain screamed 'it's time to panic' but mostly I was just in shock. Being caught out semi-nude would be uncomfortable but likely everyone would've grimaced and we'd all turn away to quickly don something then mumble apologies. There was no sense of that on either side here.

Carole wasn't embarrassed. She was scared. Or angry. Or both of those.

"For want of a better word," the woman's voice, but as with the man's flat, like she was reading, "it's a gun."

I nodded and mouthed 'thanks.' Then Carole took a very deep, slow breath and her grip relaxed, she released my bicep and left the beginnings of small bruises. She nudged me and we stood up but with the backs of our legs still against the picnic table's built-in bench, the gun adjusted slightly to stay fixed on my chest. Carole still held my hand but pointed at them with her other.

"We had a deal," she said to them, a shakiness in her voice but firmness too, "you'd leave us, him, alone. I did what you asked. You lied."