"You reckon?" She grabbed my shoulders and stared in my eyes, then looked me up and down. Then she grinned again. "Fuck, you do reckon, don't you?" She reached down and grabbed my cock, which was indeed growing again. Then, with her hand gripping just there, her black-painted fingernails just inches from my balls, she asked. "Okay, so why did you ask me out, huh? Did you reckon that some crazy goth chick would be a good choice to pop your cherry?"
"Hey, I like it when you talk dirty to me, but please don't talk American teen movie!"
"Sorry." She relaxed her grip a little, and moved her hand in a way that I found very nice. "But -- hey, what? When did I ever talk dirty to you?"
"Well, there was that time I asked you what you thought of the Bridget Jones movies..."
"Okay, I'll give you that." She leaned back slightly and looked down at my erection. "So is that what you reckoned?"
"Believe it or not, I fancied having a drink with you."
"Yeah? So what do you fancy now?"
"Got any more of those condoms?"
She nodded, extracted the things from her drawer, and then pushed me onto my back and knelt astride my thighs to fit another two. I looked at her, and the sight of her -- ponytail hanging down over her shoulder, pierced nipples, shaved pussy well on display in that position -- sent another surge of lust down to reinforce the feelings caused by her touch.
"Just a sec," she said, "hold on there."
She shuffled further up my body, still astride, and I felt her pussy stubble brush my balls. Then she raised herself up, and grabbed my cock. She frowned in concentration as she placed it carefully when it belonged, and then she even more carefully sank down, engulfing me once more.
"Ooh," was all I could say.
"Mmm," she replied, absently stroking her clitoris with a fingertip. Then she leaned forward, resting her forearms on my shoulders to pin me down, and moved her hips experimentally. "Yeah, that does work."
I moved my own hips carefully in response, and for a few minutes we kind of joked around, sometimes moving at the same time, sometimes taking it in turns, taking care to say what did or didn't feel right.
She breathed deeply. "Yeah," she said, "this isn't actually bad. You're doing okay."
"I practice a lot when I'm alone."
She frowned at me. "Woody Allen?" she challenged.
"Love and Death, " I admitted.
"Bastard!"
"Sorry." By way of apology, I concentrated on what she seemed to like, and she closed her eyes, evidently concentrating on the feeling. Eventually, she began to grind hard against me, and then to breath deeply. It seemed like a good time for me to think about something else -- anything else -- but I found she was good to watch. In time, she gave a series of little moans and squeaks, then opened her eyes.
"Yeah," she said again a little breathlessly. "Now I guess that you will want me to talk dirty to you." She suddenly adopted a really bad Deep South accent. "La, sah," she said, "ah do declare that ah fahnd your male parts to be insahted in mah per-sun..."
But something about the feeling that I'd got things right set me off, and I found myself thrusting hard and repeatedly up into her. She gave a series of grunts and gasps at that, but I assumed she'd tell me if I was being too rough -- well, okay, I wasn't thinking too clearly about anything. Soon enough, I reached my orgasm with a groan that probably scared her neighbours, then collapsed back, focusing properly on her face again.
She smirked as I got my breath back. "Enjoy that?" she asked.
I wasn't in a state to give a coherent answer.
Nina laid herself down on top of me, her nipple rings making indentations in my chest, her bleached ponytail hanging past her shoulder to tickle my neck as she breathed, my deflating cock still inside her. "That was good," I said eventually.
"Mmm," she agreed, "you know, I'm glad that you passed the test."
"Oh, that." I smiled nervously. "I have to admit -- I think that I cheated a bit there."
"What do you mean?"
"I was nervous -- I mean, I didn't want to take anything for granted, but when you dragged me back to your room like that, well, I was hoping that this was what you had in mind. So I was nervous as hell. I wasn't going to be laughing at anything much."
She looked at me, her chin digging into my chest. "So normally, you'd have laughed at the pink room?" she demanded.
"I don't know. Honest. I don't think so." What the heck had brought on this flash of stupid honesty, I wondered. It was just going to annoy her. But she wanted me to be honest, and she was so quick to spot bullshit -- it just felt safer.
She scowled at me for a long moment, then relaxed, and laid her head against my chest again. "Oh, fuck it," she said. "It worked out okay in the end, I guess."
I grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Bloody right it did," I said. "Because whatever I might have done, in another universe, where I wasn't scared that you were planning to have your evil way with me -- there's one thing you can know for sure here and now."
"What's that?"
"That I'll take you exactly as you are."
She paused for a moment, then giggled. "Yes," she said, "you will." She rolled off me and the bed, and looked at my limp, double-wrapped cock. "So, then, take me, geek boy!"
"Christ," I said, "give me a chance to get my breath back."
"Yeah, maybe I should. You probably need some dinner to get your strength up."
I hauled myself to a sitting position and carefully unpeeled the condoms. "Hey, you're right," I said, "we haven't eaten yet, have we?"
"And the least a man can do is buy a girl dinner!" Nina was back in that bouncy mood. She gathered up her knickers, socks, and t-shirt, and threw them all in a washing basket. Then she scurried off to a chest of drawers as I began slowly to get dressed myself.
"Right," she said, and turned around. She was holding something which she now pulled on -- a pair of knickers, white, with pink rosebuds on them. Then she carefully removed her nipple rings, and pulled on a bra to match the knickers.
"Where would you like to go for dinner?" I asked cautiously as I watched her turn round to a wardrobe.
"Oh, somewhere full of goths," she said, "or maybe your friends." She yanked a bright pink knee-length dress from its hanger, and threw it over her head. "Zip me up, would you?"
I obeyed, lifting her ponytail clear of the zip. I wasn't sure what to say.
"Well, come on," she said as she found a pair of white knee-length socks from somewhere, "finish getting dressed yourself. Or -- " she fixed me with a glare, "don't you want to be seen out with me?"
I sighed and found my shirt.
The End.
Highland Fling
Anita wasn't supposed to be vacationing alone. The trip to Scotland had been planned for months, a fifth anniversary trip, and her husband was supposed to be there. Three months before the trip he transformed from her "husband" into a "low-life, cradle-snatching, liar-cheater, asshole". Whilst not an unknown transformation in the human species, this was a painful shock to her.
For weeks after she found out about the affair with his eighteen year-old blonde Personal Assistant, Anita figured it would be best if she canceled the trip but eventually decided to go on her own. At the very least, she could prevent her sleazebag soon-to-be-ex from getting his share of the money back.
The choice of Scotland had been a joint one; somewhere they'd never been that would be quiet, romantic, and scenic. They wanted to walk in the hills, breathe the clear air, and spend a day fishing on a quiet lake, or "loch" as they were called in Scotland. That vision looked inviting and very real as her driver picked her up from the airport and they made the three-hour drive north, up into the green and gray landscape of the Scottish Highlands' mountains and forests.
By the time she arrived at Monroe House Anita was so tired she could barely focus. She had been awake for twenty hours and traveling for most of them. She checked in, made it to her room, and fell onto the bed exhausted. It w
as still only eight o'clock local time and her last thought before losing consciousness was that she could check the rest of the hotel out in the morning.
*****
In the light of the new morning her room was a disappointment. Sure, the view was spectacular but the furnishings were ancient, rickety, and worn. The mattress was saggy and she had woken with an aching back. The bathroom, which was at least en-suite, was clean, but hardly luxurious, with its heavy white porcelain fixtures and worn brass fittings. Anxious to shower and wash away the last of her travel staleness, the shower took forever to warm up and lacked enough pressure to invigorate her.
Before heading down for breakfast Anita pulled out the brochure she'd been sent that advertised Monroe House as "a luxurious jewel in the Highlands." The glossy paper spoke about golf, fishing, walking, and scenic tours to distilleries and other places. She read about the fitness room in the hotel, the sauna, and the pool... wondering where they might be and how luxurious they actually were. "Whatever," she shrugged off her negative thoughts, "it's better than working."
Breakfast helped with her impression of the hotel but did nothing for her cholesterol. Skipping dinner the previous night had given her a huge appetite, and she easily polished off a large plate of fried food. She was contemplating what to do with her day when a large man in his mid-fifties ambled up to her table with a friendly smile.
"Good morning, Miss." She vaguely recognized the man as the hotel's owner, Angus, who had checked her in the night before. "And juss how does this fine Tuesday morning find you?"
He spoke with a soft whispering lilt that was soothing and almost musical. "I'm fine thank you. I was just wondering how I should spend my first day here. I thought maybe I'll just have a look at the local scenery, chill out a bit."
"Aye," Angus nodded in agreement, "It'll be good to ease yourself into things. I think you'll find we haff a very relaxing place here for you. I hope you haff a very pleasurable stay with us."
Anita smiled, wondering how you "eased into" anything around here, the pace of life was so much slower than she was used to.
"If you'd like," he started to clear her table, "ah can haff my son drive you around a little. He hass to go into town anyway, and ah'am sure you'd love the drive over the hills and the view of the loch. It's a beautiful day."
She listened to his brogue and delighted in the unhurried way he delivered his words. Despite her disappointment in the accommodation, Angus's pleasant manner and ever-present smile made it difficult to dislike the place.
"You know," she dabbed at her lips with a napkin, "I think I'd like that very much."
"Ha fine idea indeed," Angus almost congratulated himself, "Ah'll haff Alex meet you in reception at say... ten?"
*****
Alex was a younger and slimmer version of his father. At almost six feet tall with broad rustic shoulders, short thick black hair, and a naturally innocent face, Anita's first impression of him was favorable as he walked up to her and announced himself. "Ah'm Alex." His voice was almost identical to his father's. "Ah'll show you around if you're ready?"
As they drove around, Alex pointed out many of the local landmarks for her, stopping the ancient Land Rover at the side of the road frequently so she could take photographs. He showed no sign of impatience as she snapped away and enthused about the views. Quite suddenly, Anita was excited, relaxed, and a million miles from the recent turbulence in her life. Around every corner there was another calendar-quality view to enthrall her.
"Aye, it's a nice wee loch," he said of one deep blue lake as she lined up her camera, "but the fishin's much better at the one over the hill. It's a fair hike to get there, but the view's easily the best around here. Ah could show you later if you like, if y'er game for a walk."
Anita, city girl that she was, felt a challenge in his words and off-handedly agreed to the deal. She could make any hike around here easily. All those mornings in the gym were not for nothing.
*****
They met again mid-afternoon. Alex was still in his jeans and beat-up trainers, and Anita had changed to some new hiking boots and shorts. He looked at her with a wry smile and a nod. "Aye, you'll be lookin' juss fine for the walk up the brae."
He drove them a few miles from the hotel and parked at the head of a well-worn trail. On the drive Anita chatted more than she had in the morning and found out that he was about to start his second year of university in Edinburgh. He helped his father around the hotel in the summer and was studying architecture.
"Do you have a girlfriend Alex?" she asked as they started up the steep trail.
"Och no," he dismissed without embarrassment. "No one special anyway. Ah see some of the girls around here, but ah'm no gittin' married anytime soon."
Half-way up the trail, Anita decided it was steeper and harder than she thought. Her calf muscles started to burn and the fresh highland air was not as thick with oxygen as it seemed a half-hour earlier. Ahead of her, Alex plodded his way steadily upwards. She noticed that he was stronger and more muscular than she'd noticed before. He seemed to make the ascent without pausing, but she was determined that every time he looked back to see if she was still with him, that she was right there. Anita thanked the StairMaster for her ability to keep up.
Alex was impressed. The American woman looked good for her age, she'd told him she was thirty-six, and was definitely fitter than he'd expected. When he was able to, he was stealing as glances at her, enjoying the view of her cleavage as she climbed and appreciating the strong thighs he saw below her shorts. He liked the way her shoulder-length black hair blew across her face with the breeze, and as they neared the top of the trail he found himself surprisingly aroused by his thoughts.
The view was worth it. "There ye go," Alex proudly announced as they reached the summit and gazed down at the unspoiled landscape of the valley. "Not a bad wee view."
Anita looked around in awe at the deep greens and blues that were so vivid under the bright summer sky. It was one of the most memorable vistas she had ever seen and well worth the effort of getting there. The air was clear and full of oxygen again and she breathed deeply and started to retrieve her camera.
"Here, look." Alex grabbed her arm and pointed to a clearing in the forest. "That'll be a deer. It's not every tourist gets to see one o' them."
As delighted as Anita was to catch sight of the flighty animal, after a few seconds she realized that Alex hadn't let go of her arm yet, he still held it pointing at the clearing. More than that, she felt his forearm rest gently against the swell of her breast. It wasn't an uncomfortable contact though, and when she became conscious of it she had no desire to stop it immediately.
When he let go she pondered the touch for a few seconds, taking another look at Alex as she did. Surely there was no way she could be excited by this innocent college kid from the middle of nowhere that spoke with the heavy accent? But there was no doubting it, she was.
"Ye care to walk down, or would ye just like to take in the view?" Alex extended his arm across the landscape, smiling proudly at his presentation to her.
The walk down into the valley looked fine, but when she thought about getting back again, she balked. "Maybe I'll just sit and enjoy the view a while." She walked a few yards and found a large flat rock to sit on.
Alex followed her and dropped himself down onto the same rock. This time it was their thighs that touched, and there was no doubting the heat she felt from the contact. Alex showed no sign of acknowledging the contact as he innocently explained what the hills were called and recounted times he and friends had come fishing in the loch.
Anita was thinking about something different now, something that involved Alex's hands working all over her body. Had he shown the slightest interest in her, she would have been a willing accomplice in some wild outdoor lovemaking, but he didn't. It dawned on her how much she had missed a male body next to her and just how long it had been since her last orgasm. An unnoticed smile crossed her face as she determined to pleasure
herself that night. It was about time.
*****
Back in her room, Anita had trouble deciding what to do before dinner. Her options were shower, sauna, or masturbate. Unfortunately, much as she wanted to, she was sure she didn't have time for all three. She wondered about masturbating in the shower, but decided on the luxury of a sauna. She was on vacation, after all; she might as well pamper herself a little. Her calves were aching now and she hoped the heat would loosen them up a little.
She quickly stripped off, pulled a robe over her shoulders, grabbed a couple of towels, and then left her room and walked down the corridor, following the signs to her destination. The sauna was situated next to the fitness room. There was a tiny shower outside the main door and some hooks. Anita carefully wrapped a towel around herself and hung up the robe.
In keeping with the rest of the hotel's facilities, the sauna was tiny. Sighing, she shook off the first wave of disappointment, resigned to make the best of things, and stepped into the small room. At least it was hot and steamy. She sat on a high bench that ran along one wall of the small pine-clad room. Her feet didn't touch the floor, but she could easily reach the ladle and poured some water onto the heated stones.
As the heat began to wash over her, Anita breathed deeply and started to relax again. She wanted to let her towel fall free and sit naked, but figured the sauna was unisex, so thought better of it. Her pores started to open and her body began to moisten. This prompted Anita to smile at the familiar feeling, close her eyes, and lean backwards against the wooden wall. The day had started with disappointment, turned out better than expected and now she was really ready for the rest of this long-awaited vacation.
There was no knock. The door just opened and someone walked in. Anita realized that she had almost been asleep but as she sat up and opened her eyes, she found herself joined by the unlikely figure of Alex.
He came into the small sauna, closed the door and turned to smile at her. He was carrying a small toilet bag and wearing only a white towel that was slung low over his hips. "Miss Anita. I neffer expected yoursel' to be here. Nice to see ye again."
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