Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 31

"What? Oh...shit. Why is it so fucking hot?" her turn to start trying to rid her of her bonds. We finally made our way out of our cocoon and lay there next to each other panting. I looked over at her on her back, a light sheen of perspiration covered her womanly form. Situated between me and the dimming fire light, her body glowed, her nipples stiff on her generous mounds, the gentle slope to her soft tummy; oh for that elusive camera. She shivered in the wild temperature swing and I snuggled up to her once more and wrapped her up again, more loosely, and scattered soft kisses on her shoulder and neck.

Turning her head, she sought a kiss and rolled to her side to look me in the eye. "Sorry," she said, with a weak smile, looking for forgiveness for something.

"Sorry for what?"

"For dragging you out into the rain and nearly giving you pneumonia," snatching another kiss.

"Yeah, well it sounded like a good idea at the time. Maybe we'll get a summer storm and can try it again; but till then, we'll just stick to the rain setting in my shower at home," giving her a peck on the nose.

"Oh yeah," she giggled, snuggling up a little tighter; "before the girls get back, maybe we can do it under the star lights in the rain; that would be fun! We just need to find some realistic artificial grass to lay on," she said with a sigh.

"I think that can be arranged," pulling her tight and kissing her deep. Becky purred in our kiss as my fully awakened cock knocked at her front door.

**Late afternoon**

We spent the rest of that morning and early afternoon making out and making love on Yogi; yeah, Becky had to give the rug a name. I thought it was a little weird and even made me a little uneasy thinking about doing the nasty on what was left over of one of my childhood friends, but she insisted and how do you argue with a beautiful, naked redhead when she has her lips wrapped around your cock.

"I hate to be the party pooper, but I guess we should consider getting this show on the road," I said, nuzzling her neck and toying with her ever-erect nipple.

Becky sighed, clinching her butt cheeks, hugging my happy cock; "Yeah, I spose. I could do this till we run out of firewood," flexing her talented cheeks again, trying to get a rise out of me. Squeezing her hand on mine that had a firm grip on her breast; "and I guess we probably gave my Aunt enough finger-banging material to keep her happy for a while."

"Finger-banging material?" I laughed, causing her to giggle and squirm.

"Yeah, I'll bet you she's sitting in her office right now with the doors locked, legs up and her hand buried in her horny fuckin' pussy," she said with a throaty growl. She lifted her right leg up, hooking it back over my leg and reached for my cock, tugging it till she had my full attention.

"You really think she's sitting there watching us right now," my cock excited at the thought of being the subject of a remote peeper.

"Yeah, I just kind of have this feeling, you know, an intuition or something," suddenly letting me go and sitting up. "Sit up, I've got an idea."

I grumbled and groaned for effect and sat up next to her, our backs to the couch and facing the dimming fire. Becky moved over until we were hip to hip and she threw her left leg over my right and spread her legs, flashing the camera looking down on us from above. I finally caught on and spread my left leg wide, my cock bobbing suggestively. Figuring we were going to 'watch' Ginny get off as she watched us, I grabbed a handful.

"No," Becky corrected, "you do me, I'll do you," she nearly panted. Our eyes met, her green eyes glistening; "I love you", she mouthed as she wrapped her long fingers around my cock and began a slow stroking. My fingers wandered over her taut belly, through the soft tuft of the red directional arrow. Her pussy was an artesian well of sweet juices. "Fffffuuuu..." she moaned as my middle finger slid over her anxious clit, headed for her slick slit.

She sucked in a deep breath, squeezing me tight as my middle finger dipped below the surface. I felt her thumbed swipe the big drop of pre-cum that had bubbled up from within and slowly began to work me soft and slow. "This is so fuckin' hot," she groaned under her breath. "Stare at the camera like you're looking Ginny in the eye, watching her pound her pussy while I jack of your big beautiful cock and you finger fuck me till I fuckin' scream."

"Fuckin' 'A'," I moaned as I imagined her buxom aunt, naked and spread wide, her hand a blur as she tried to bury her entire hand in her sloppy snatch. I could hear her profanities as she drove herself to a body quaking climax as she watched me drive her niece to the precipice.

"Fuck is right," Becky moaned, throwing her head back, pushing her crotch into my hand. I'd progressed to three fingers and the palm of my hand bounced off her mound, her clit reaching for contact. The tell tale signs of an impending explosion surfaced, her pussy walls tightening and loosening, trying to suck my fingers deeper. With that, her grip on me tightened and she picked up the pace; "I'm there baby...fuck me baby...fuck me...fuck me...Fffuuucckkkkk!!"

Becky's ass came off the bear as I curled my fingers and thumped her g-spot, grinding on her sensitive clit. My sexy redhead screamed a silent wail of release, her pussy juices flooding over my hand till it ran off my wrist, dripping onto the helpless Yogi below. Her release trigger mine and she recovered enough to watch a fountain of cum erupt from my depths. Muttering another guttural moan, my voracious ginger directed the last of my givings to land on her still quivering belly. That sight alone caused me to erupt once more, painfully watching my cock spew whatever remnants it could gather.

In self defense I grabbed her wrist in an attempt to keep from doing further damage. I felt her eyes on me and looked over, her eyes hooded, beads of sweat on her chest and a shitty grin on her lips. "I think you broke me," she smiled as she willed her pussy to try to expel my tired fingers."

"I know I pulled something," afraid to move too much. Becky smiled as she released me, reaching down to grab my wrist and I watched as she cleaned my fingers one by one, relishing her own taste. I'd have gotten hard again just watching, but I was spent. Finished with her own, she gathered the deposit I made on her belly and sucked that down before leaning down and gently ministering to my spent little buddy.

I pulled her up and wrapped her in my arms and kissed her, out tongues searching for any leftovers. "That was amazing," running my fingers through her long tresses; "You're amazing."

Her eyes glistened, a tear forming at one corner; "Takes one to know one," running her hand over my cheek and drawing me down for another kiss. "I think we need one last shower before we go," she said, our lips still touching. We both sighed in resignation, sitting up and blowing kisses to the camera.

**Mid week**

The visit to the ranch was never buried very deep in my memory and having given Britt a blow by blow account made it even less so. She and the girls were getting antsy to get home and only had Christmas at the end of the week to get through and then the week until New Years. Both Gina and little Kate had called her earlier and they were looking into coming home a little earlier, giving their families a song and dance about holiday travel madness made worse by the recent bungling by TBS. I was more than happy to help in any way that I could accommodate their early return.

Perusing the web for flight availabilities, my cell rang and Becky's custom ring-tone rattle through the rafters of the warehouse. "Hey Becks," I answered, delighted to hear her voice.

"Hi lover," she mewed, my cock instantly responding. "How are my boys doing?" she asked softly.

"Boys?"

"Yeah, you know, you and big George," she purred. Big George was now half awake.

"Uh, Big George? Have I been demoted or...? Never mind; Big George and I are just fine although Big is a bit lonely lately."

"Big?" she giggled; "Yeah, well I've been a bit lonely without Big around too. Don't you let him come out and play? "She giggled again.

"He doesn't seem to be too interested in playing with me lately," I said, trying to sound forlorn or something...it didn't work. "I think you spoiled him last weekend."

"Poor baby," she whispered; "maybe I should send you a copy from the Yogi cam."

Now I just laughed out loud and I could hear her try to stifle her laughter. "That's cute, the Yogi cam; so I take it we did okay?"

"Okay?" still trying to speak softly but contain her excitement; "Aunt Virginia nearly ripped my arm off dragging me into the office on Monday to show me the video. She said her favorite part was the last one where we got each other off while looking at the camera. Baby, I watched it with her while we fingered each other...it was so fuckin' hot. It was a little weird watching me watch myself, but I came so hard just watching and remembering how you got me off. I used a half dozen pages in my diary on that alone; fuck, I'm dripping right now just thinking about it again."

"Yeah, well Big has a pretty good memory too; hang on while I adjust my shorts," making a bunch of grunting noises like it was a real chore.

"Damn, I wish I was there to help you out; so anyway, what I'm calling about is Christmas," she said in a normal volume. "Ginny asked if I knew what your Christmas plans were and I said I had no clue. I think she's just looking for a way to get into your pants, but I can't say I blame her," she said, back in the lower register.

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it, what with the girls gone and all."

"Well if it's okay with you, Ginny and...well I, thought that since we just have each other, that maybe we should share Christmas with you, being your almost like family anyway," she snickered.

"That would be great," I said without any thought. "Britt will be happy to hear I won't be all alone on Christmas day. So when and where and what can I bring?"

"Well, that's the thing babe, I've talked about your place so much that Ginny is kind of jonesin' to see your place"

"Jonesin'? How old are you really?"

"Hey, I read and I've got learnin' and all that...quit picking on me! Anyway, how 'bout it, can we invade your private domicile on Christmas morn?"

"Well yeah, I guess, but I don't have a tree or any of that kind of stuff."

"We don't need no stinking tree,"she giggled; "Sorry, I love Blazing Saddles, anyway, we don't need a tree or decorations or presents...you hear me? No presents. And we'll bring the food, okay? Now repeat it for me."

"Okay, you'll bring the food."

"Wise ass, no, no presents...I repeat, no presents! Now try again."

"Alright...no presents."

"Good boy," Becky giggled. "So that's in what, three days? Crap, is that right, just three days?"

"I think we have the same calendar; and you're sure about the food?"

"Yeah, Ginny'll be crushed if she can't make Christmas dinner, but I think I can get her to tone it down to just three courses."

"Alright, well I'll provide the drinks and the house; what time?"

"Crap, I don't know...uh how about an early dinner, say we get there about three?"

"Works for me; I'll stop eating now so I can make room."

"That's great," she laughed; "Ginny will love that, but be warned, she a mid-west farm girl, so there'll be no shortage."

**Christmas Morning**

"What the...?" I moaned as my cell phone interrupted a dream that had me harder than advanced calculus. I glanced at the time and then recognized the ringtone as Britt's. It wasn't even four in the morning yet and a wave of panic rolled through me; no way she would call this early unless something was amiss.

"Britt, what's the matter?" I asked, worry in my voice.

"Oh? Oh shit...Uh...Merry Christmas?" she squeaked.

"Merry...what...oh."

"I'm sorry babe, I was so excited, I completely forgot about the time difference."

I could see her worried frown from here and my heart broke a little; I missed her so much. "I'm glad you called and Merry Christmas to you too." I paused for a second to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat and croaked, "I so want to kiss you right now."

Dead silence. I glanced at my screen to make sure we were still connected and then heard a sniffle on the other end; "What? No mom, I'm fine." Another sniffle and then a loud raucous blast that started me laughing; "What's so funny," she asked; now clearly a little annoyed.

"I'm sorry babe, but I may have permanent ear damage after you blew your nose so close to the phone." It took her a second but she started to laugh too, my favorite sound in the world.

"Well you kind of deserve it, making me cry on Christmas morning. Mom's really confused now;" I could imagine her looking across the room at her mom who was probably shaking her head in wonder. "God I miss you and I so want to be lying beside you in bed right now, waking up on our first Christmas together," sniffling again.

"Yeah, well next year; and by the way, we wouldn't be awake yet, remember, it's not even 4 o'clock here," I reminded her.

"Yeah well, I'll warn you now buster that we probably will be up because I can never wait to see what Santa brought me. Sleeping in on Christmas morning is not an option, so be warned," she said with authority.

"Duly noted," I chuckled, sitting up and grabbing my cock, squeezing it hard...I really had to pee. "I'll probably just have to spike your eggnog the night before to make sure you let me have my beauty sleep."

She laughed again; "First off, you couldn't force feed me eggnog, that stuff's gross. Secondly, you are pretty enough, you don't need extra beauty sleep and thirdly," lowering her voice to a whisper, "about now, my favorite toy is probably hard as a rock and needs to make a trip to the little boy's room."

Now it really hit me and no amount of squeezing was going to hold back last night's beer so I stood up and began to shuffle toward the bathroom. "You know me too well," a said with a slightly pained voice, "so I'll call you back in a minute, okay?"

"No," she protested loudly and then dropped back into a whisper, "take me with you and put it on speaker."

"Ah geez," I muttered under my breath. There was no sense or time to protest, I really had to go. Just in time, one hand against the wall, phone in hand and the other hand where I so wanted Britt's to be, I unleashed a torrent that sounded like a fire hose filling the backyard pool.

"Oh my poor baby, you really had to go. I can feel it in my hand, your hard cock pulsing as I hold on to it, pointing it to put out the fire...God I miss my favorite toy. Here, are you done now? Let me shake it for you." A moment passed, "Oh, your cock is still so hard," a gravelly whisper. "I love to play with your cock, making it all hard. Do you like it when I stroke your big hard cock, lover?"

I stood there slowly stroking my cock, hypnotized by my lover's voice; "God yes, it feels so..."

"What? I'm still on the phone. Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

A couple seconds passed; "Shit baby, I'm sorry. I so want to be home with you... I mean right now. I love my parents and all, but it's been long enough and, well I love you and miss you so much and now my panties are wet and you're standing there with a hard on that I'd give anything to suck on right now. Damn it...okay, I'm finding some way to get home earlier but now I have to go have Christmas breakfast with the fam, soooo," her voice dropping into that low and seductive level once more; "I'm going to go and have breakfast like the good girl that I am, but while I eat, I want to think about you lying in bed thinking about me giving you the best blow job you ever had. I want you to cum so hard that I can't take it all and it dribbles out of my mouth, running down your cock, over your balls and then onto the sheets. I want you to have to do laundry this morning babe; I want you to cum for me like you haven't since I've been gone and when I get back, you'll do it again, but I'm gonna swallow all of it baby. Okay baby, can you do that for me?"

"Jesus babe," I moaned, squeezing my throbbing hard-on tight, trying to calm down. "Okay, yeah, we need to get you home sooner than later. Now you go have a nice breakfast and wish your parents Merry Christmas for me, okay? I love you more than you know."

"Well I love you more, so go dirty some sheets for me and oh, wait...do you think you could manage a video Christmas gift for me?" she said in that dirty tone.

"Oh, Christ on a crutch," I groaned as my cock jumped at the idea. "I'll see what I can do."

"Oh goody, that'll be the best present I get today. I love you so much. Have a good day and say hi to Becky and Ginny for me.

**Early afternoon**

Well I managed to get Britt's Christmas present in one take, like another take was an option. It was a bit wobbly and the sound sucked but it was overall, quite impressive if I do say so myself. I texted it to her about mid morning and by noon I had three overly gushy thank you's. Yeah, you read it right...three. And you know who the other two were. I was a little surprised there wasn't a fourth, but I'd be seeing her this afternoon and to be honest, I think my girl may have been a little jealous of Becky's access to Britt's plaything.

I did what straightening I could, fluffed pillows on the couch, that kind of thing and about quarter to three, my cell went off, announcing that Becky and her aunt were just around the corner. I hit the remote button, activating the massive rolling door and a full sized van with the western-wear store logo plastered on the side, screeched into the warehouse. My guess was that Becky was driving, given the landing and sure enough, my favorite cowgirl sat behind the wheel and pulled her steed to a halt in front of me and my home.

Quickly shutting her down, Becky threw the rig into park, threw open the door and flew out, launching herself into my arms, wrapping her long legs around me. I glanced over her shoulder as we hugged and watched Aunt Virginia do a slow 360, her eyes wide.

"Merry Christmas," Becky sang in my ear before turning her head and giving me a nearly suffocating kiss.

"Merry Christmas to you too," I replied, my hands slipping under the leg openings of her cut off jeans, firmly holding one of my favorite butts. We kissed again until we heard a clearing of a throat behind us.

"Do I get one of those?" the sexy cougar asked.

Begrudgingly, I released my hold on Becky's butt and sat her on her feet and then to her surprise, bent and pulled Ginny off the floor and planted a big one right on her. She scrambled to try and get her legs around my waist, but they were a bit too short, so I gave her butt a reassuring extra squeeze to let her know that I had her. My hands had slipped under the short pleated skirt she wore and I had two hands full of warm, firm flesh.

"Merry Christmas George," she chortled, squirming in my hands before going in for another kiss.

"Get a room," Becky yelled, laughing as her voice echoed throughout the cavernous surroundings.

The echo got Ginny's attention and she turned, looking for the source; "Wow!"

"Wow indeed," I replied, giving her ass one more caressing squeeze before setting her back on her feet.

"Cad,"' she said laughing as she gave me a swat on my own backside. "Becky described your place, but I never saw it like this in my mind. Lord, Lord, you could fit half a dozen of my barns in here and rattle 'em around."

"Yeah, I'd have never bought a place this big, but it was too good a deal to pass up and it's worked out pretty well. Over there," pointing to the far corner "is where Gina and Kate's swimwear empire is based. Over there to the right and coming all the way back around here is where I shoot and this," turning us around, "is my humble abode."