by Iona Nixon
Steve kissed her gently but she didn't even have the energy to kiss him back. He moved away and she felt the clamps on her labia stop vibrating and then they were removed. He kissed and rubbed the numb lips. Her legs were lowered and he unclipped her ankles from the spreader bar.
Then Steve was standing between her spread legs, his hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart. She felt the head of his cock sliding along her sopping folds and she groaned, unable to move. His cock pushed at her opening and she moaned as he pushed inside her. Hooking his elbows under her knees, he put his hands on the table on either side of her chest, pulling her legs up and opening her up even more.
Lisbeth thought it was impossible for her to cum again, to even be aroused again, so soon. He began slowly thrusting into her and pulling almost all the way out again and she felt her wetness increase, her pulse quicken. Steve moved so slowly and deliberately that she could feel every vein and ridge sliding along her walls, feel the soft, yet unyielding head spread her open. He leaned down to kiss her as he continued thrusting and she moaned into his mouth. He was moving faster, his thrusts more powerful, until he was pounding her immobile body. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and Lisbeth didn't have time to ask permission this time as another orgasm ripped through her, as her pussy clenched and spasmed around him. She could feel his cock throb and become even harder until it, too, spasmed and hot cum shot into her.
He continued pumping, each thrust becoming less and less frantic. His cum and her juices mingled to run down her butt. Steve collapsed on her and panted against her neck for several moments before straightening and releasing her legs. Lisbeth moaned as his softening cock slipped from her. Steve pushed the blindfold off and licked her wet cheeks and eyes.
"You have pleased me, pet," he whispered as he released her wrists and helped her to sit up. "You have pleased me very much."
She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face against his chest. He held her tightly, kissing the top of her head, as their heart rates returned to normal.
The End.
A Long Time Waiting
I was stood in front of the little dustcart, watching some of the participants of the 'walk for life' as they walked around. The 'walk for life' was a twenty-four hour charity thing and the council had donated the use of the little dustcart to keep the site tidy without charge to provide support. Several of us had volunteered to crew it throughout the twenty-four hours, also free of charge. Bill and I had just taken over for the last eight-hour shift. The idea of the walk was to have at least one person walking at all times throughout the whole twenty-four hours. According to the pair we had not long relieved the night had been full of fun and frolics as people tried to stay awake, to keep others awake. Now it was early morning and things were much quieter, only two people determinedly marching around. Bill had nipped off to Maccies to get us some breakfast as the smell of bacon from the various tents was making the pair of us ravenous. People who had managed to get some sleep were waking and taking over from the heroes of the small hours. I poured myself a coffee from the flask and sipped it, smiling at a couple of people who walked past. A girl of no more than twenty years old came up and dropped a pair of black sacks onto the pile at the rear of the truck.
"Can I have some replacements?" She asked, coming up to me.
"Sure." I replied, opening the cab door and grabbing a handful of fresh bags. I handed them over and caught her looking at me somewhat intently. At first I was a little put out by this until I looked closer at her and realised her face was familiar.
"Do I know you?" I asked as she took the refuse sacks from me.
"You've seen me, but you don't know me, no." She said, cryptically.
"You a friend of my niece then? She's about your age."
"I don't think so." She grinned enigmatically.
"Oh come on, make an old man happy. Exactly where have I seen you?" I smiled.
The girl smiled back.
"All right then. You emptied the bins in Bastogne Close for a few years?"
"I've done most of the closes in this town at one time or another, but yes, until about three years ago I drove the dustcart that did Bastogne Close." She was giving me an amused look, waiting for the recognition she was sure would come, a sparkle in her green eyes. And then it hit me. "You were one of my four girlfriends!" Four schoolgirls had always waved at the RCV when we saw them.
"What!!?" She laughed.
"The rest of the crew always called the four of you my girlfriends, because you all seemed to wave to me whenever school was out and we were collecting, that started about six or seven years back."
"Well, I don't know exactly why the other three copied me waving," She smiled, "But I liked to see you smile when you waved back."
I was actually quite surprised by her reply: It had been a joke between the crew, four schoolgirls waving at someone old enough to be their father. Then I remembered something else.
"You were the one who gave me the Christmas cards; the blondish one who could actually roller-skate. The other three were very wobbly."
"Oh my god, you were looking at us after all!" She laughed, shaking out her now properly blonde hair. "And what were you thinking about while you looked at us; something bad?" She was teasing now.
"If I remember, I was thinking 'why are these girls waving to me?'" I said and then decided I was allowed some teasing in return. "And 'that one who actually can skate is developing a nice looking bottom'."
I smirked as she reddened slightly.
"I'd better get back." She said, trying to cover her embarrassment as she turned and walked away.
"I see I was right!" I called out to her retreating back. She stopped, looked over her shoulder, grinned, patted her backside and then carried on, swaying her hips exaggeratedly. I laughed and gave her a wave as she ducked inside one of the tents.
Bill came up beside me and handed me the bag with my breakfast in it.
"What's going on? I leave for a couple of minutes and you suddenly start chatting up attractive young women."
"It's not like that Bill," I grinned, "In fact it's better. You remember 'the four girlfriends'?" He nodded slowly. "She was the cute one who started the waving!" I laughed.
"Huh! I don't believe you."
"Ask her yourself." I shrugged.
"What's her name then?" He asked grumpily.
"I didn't ask." I shook my head.
"Pillock!" He clipped me around the back of the head. "You still can't get it right can you?"
"Never could, never will." I grinned and took out my breakfast.
"Looks like you'll get another chance." Bill nudged me and pointed: The girl was coming back over to where we stood. As she got closer Bill called out: "Hey sweetie! You don't want to bother with him," He jerked his thumb in my direction, "He's gay, you know?" Bill was always pulling my leg about my lack of success with women, saying I must give off the wrong vibes.
"I bloody well am not!" I said through a mouthful of breakfast.
"I don't think so." The girl smiled. "I'll prove it."
"How?" Bill asked.
"Like this!" With a jerk she lifted her jumper and momentarily flashed her naked breasts at us. Bill and I both stared open-mouthed in shock. "See, same reaction from both of you; if he's gay, so are you!" She laughed, we joined in. "Anyway, I was wondering when you were going to start chucking that rubbish away, we've got a broken chair we want to get rid of."
"We were going to leave it until everyone seemed to be awake; it makes a lot of noise. Just drop the chair with the rest and we'll throw it on." I said.
"I remember the noise. And I was sort of hoping I could sling it into the back myself, I always wanted to try that." She gave us a huge grin.
"That's okay with me, but it's a strange thing for a girl to want to do."
"Maybe I'm not like other girls." She said shyly.
"No, I don't think you are." I smiled. "I'm Dave, this scruffy git is Bill." I held out my hand.
Bill and I looked at each other astounded.
"Did she just say what I think she said?" I asked Bill.
"She did," He said, "And I don't believe it, it was a joke, not reality." He shook his head slowly. "I just can't believe it."
"What? That I'm an attractive girl's secret crush?"
"No. That she can find her way about without her guide dog." He laughed.
"Git!"
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We threw the collected sacks of the night into the dustcart about an hour later. Emma came over and she threw the broken chair in and I let her press the button that ran the back. She seemed remarkably pleased with such a simple act. After that Bill and I settled back to watch the event for a while. Now there were more people awake and walking it was mildly diverting. The walkers thinned out again and then the organisers blew a whistle. Suddenly the course was packed again, and with all the walkers in fancy dress, mostly as some sort of medical staff. I looked at Bill and he looked at me. We both just shrugged, neither of us had any idea what was happening. Emma walked around past us as one of the sexiest nurses I'd ever seen. On an impulse I fell in step beside her.
"Hi! What's the deal with the whistle and the dressing up?" I asked.
"Hello again Dave." She gave me a sweet smile. "It's a friendly competition to make things more interesting. At certain times they blow the whistle and we all come out in the appropriate costume. They award points for originality, authenticity and so on, to each entered group. We're doing quite well."
"So you're not really a nurse then?" I asked with a grin.
"Maybe I am?" Emma teased again, a sparkle in her eyes. "Why?"
"Well, I've a terrible pain in all the diodes down my left hand side." I smiled, putting my hand on the faux injury.
"Are you in BUPA? I don't do NHS work." She laughed.
"Just the RAC." I grinned. I had done a complete circuit with her, so I stopped by the truck again. "Thanks for the info."
"No prob. Pity you're not covered." She waved and went on. "Nice 'Hitch Hikers' reference by the way." She called out.
"What the hell was that about Dave?" Bill asked, stepping up beside me.
"I think I was flirting."
"You? Flirting? With a real girl?" He shook his head.
"That's what it seemed like. It's been a while, so I can't be sure." I grinned.
"Huh! As if the day isn't weird enough already, now you're getting delusional. It must be getting up so early on a Sunday."
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And so it went for the rest of the event, sarky comments and brief periods of keeping the field tidy. I missed one of the fancy dress sections when I went to the nearest shop to get a snack but I caught the final one. The theme seemed to be something like 'Law and Order'; there were cops and robbers, prisoners, a wild west sheriff, some guy in a suit claiming he was an embezzler, even a couple of superheroes. This time Emma was a policewoman. It didn't look like a costume, more like the real thing. I wondered if it might be hers. As I fell in beside her again she greeted me with a grin.
"Hi Dave. What are you meant to be?" She asked.
"I'm a council driver who breaks all sorts of traffic laws." I smiled back.
"Really?" She said raising her eyebrows. "In that case...." She tailed off.
I felt something metallic encircle my wrist and when I looked down I saw that she had handcuffed me to herself.
"I hope you've got the key for those." I half joked.
"Of course I have."
"You really a member of the constabulary then? The uniform looks real."
"The uniform is: I'm not. It was my mothers, she was with the police."
"It looks good on you anyway Emma."
"It's a bit tight around my bust and my bottom." She said wriggling a little.
"Like I said; it looks good." I grinned wolfishly.
"You're awful." She laughed.
"So, if you're not a nurse and you're not in the police, what do you do?"
"I work part-time in a shop at the moment but I'm actually studying to be a physiotherapist."
"That sounds interesting. Any reason?"
"Well, you remember a couple of years after we started waving you'd sometimes see me out jogging in the morning?" I nodded, remembering that she had still waved although her friends only did so when the four of them were together. "I hurt my ankle late that summer and had to go and get physio on it. It sort of caught my imagination for some reason and I decided that it was something I'd like to try and do."
"And that decision had nothing to do with running your hands over studly young athletes I suppose?" I asked jokingly.
"NO!" She snapped and then reddened. "Maybe a little bit." She said sheepishly. I just laughed.
We continued going round for a while, just talking, until I felt I ought to get back to what I was supposed to be doing. I held up my cuffed hand.
"Well officer, I should get back to work, what about these?"
"Oh, I suppose I can let you off with some community service." She gave me her prettiest smile.
"Meaning?" I asked.
"I volunteered to stay and help tidy up after the event, and being as you and your dustcart are going to be here too, I was hoping to scrounge a lift home."
"I can't really drop you off in the truck," I said dubiously, "someone might report it." Her face fell a little. "But if you're prepared to come to the yard while I take it back, I can take you home in my car."
Her face brightened again.
"That would be fine."
"You just want a trip in a dustcart don't you?" I mockingly accused. Emma nodded enthusiastically. "You are an odd girl Miss." I smiled.
"So everyone tells me." She laughed.
"All right. When we're done, come and find me."
"Thanks Dave."
At that I started to move away, back to the truck. She gave me a little wave, just like the first time I ever saw her all those years ago. I was slightly dazed by the events of the day, the half day really, but I knew that in that short time Emma had become special to me although I was sure nothing would come of it. Then another thought hit me: It wasn't a short time; it had been nearly seven years building to this. The waving, the Christmas cards, the glimpses of her jogging, it had all been leading to this day. I shook myself. 'Don't be so bloody silly man,' I told myself, 'she's a girl half your age who is interested in oddball things. Get a grip.'
I got back to the dustcart and was met by a grinning Bill.
"You can shut up before you start." I said.
"I never said a word." He smirked.
"Your unaccustomed silence speaks volumes." I leant against the cab door. "I just told her I'd take her home after the tidy up at the end." I sighed. "I must be mad."
"You know Cindy is picking me up from here when we finish?"
"Oh hell! I forgot that. What is it going to look like when she finds out it's just me and her?"
"You'll have to tell me tomorrow." He grinned. "Just don't leave anything incriminating in the truck when you leave it in the yard." He stepped away as I swung at his amused face.
"You know nothing will happen." I snapped.
"No. You THINK nothing will happen. Or maybe you HOPE something will happen." He was really enjoying taking the Mickey.
"Sometimes Bill, you're a real pain in the ass." I stormed off to try and think things out.
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I was still wondering what I should say when Emma came over and met me at the dustcart after the tidy up, a large carryall over her shoulder, presumably holding all her clothes.
"Hi Dave! Thanks for this." She said brightly before noticing the worried expression I was wearing. "What's up?"
"Well," I sighed, "Bill's girl picked him up already."
"So?"
"So there's only the two of us: I'm worried that you might think I planned it, that I've some evil intent."
"The fact that you're so worried means I don't have to be." She smiled. "Now come on, I've wanted a trip in a dustcart for ages."
I smiled in relief, suddenly realising what a wonderful girl Emma was, but knowing she was way too good for the likes of me. I opened the cab door for her.
"All right, I've warned you. Now hop in and I'll pass you your bag."
Luckily she had changed out of the tight skirt of earlier, into jeans and a t-shirt, otherwise it might have been a bit tricky for her to get into the high cab. I climbed into the driving seat and started the truck. I glanced sideways at Emma and saw her eyes shining in excitement as she did up her seat belt.
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The trip back to the depot didn't take very long, no more than fifteen minutes even taking the scenic route, nowhere near enough time. All too soon I was swinging the truck up to the locked depot gates.
"You enjoy driving these don't you?" Emma asked as I snapped the hand brake on. It was the first time she'd spoken since she'd got in.
"I do actually, although this one is more like a supersized van, the proper ones are much more fun. But what makes you say that?"
"The way you drive, all wide sweeping turns, only one hand winding the wheel around, that sort of thing, but mainly I think it's the big grin you wear while you're doing it. A bit of a giveaway." She laughed.
"Most of it's just showing off for you, always was," I laughed back, "and the grin is more about the company than the driving."
"You're very sweet." She said, another grin lighting up her face.
"And you are very pretty." I replied, somewhat to my own surprise. I had been thinking it all day but had convinced myself not to say so, thinking she didn't need to hear it from a guy like me. And now it had slipped out. Emma blushed, seeming to confirm my fragile theory. "So if the pretty girl would slip out of the cab and wait here by the gate, I'll park this up and get my car." She nodded, still looking a little flushed. "Sorry to have to ask, but I don't want to answer questions when the CCTV catches you in the yard." I apologised as I unlocked the gates.