Message-ID: <3140eli$9708191351@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 3-6 of 59 (ff/mf/Ff/Mf/inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708190040.SAA09116@shaman.lycaeum.org> alt.stories.erotic Lauren Gisal Volume Two The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then delete this file. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Please do not request reposts of this material. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Chapter 3 Several days later, her mother came bounding up the stairs and into her room. Lauren rolled over in bed and squinted at her as though she must be crazy to even think of being up before 9 o'clock. She had a letter in her hand, certified delivery, from San Falino. "Open it, then" urged her mother. "Oh, I'll do it tomorrow, it's too tiring opening letters" she said with a grin. "Oh come on, or I'll do it" "No, no, it's OK, let me have it!" Lauren said, grabbing the envelope. Half conscious, she shrugged her nightie back into position, covering her breasts in a semblance of decency. Aware of the sudden warmth of the bed and the caress of the sheets resting on her tiny knickers, she curled her legs up towards her chest and grinned at her mother. With a frantic pull at the corner of the envelope she opened the letter and ripped the return address in half. "Whoops, that's a stupid place to put it." Inside was a handwritten letter, a cheque, a crude map and some photos. Lauren looked at the photos first, judging that the boy was maybe sixteen, perhaps a little older. The girl looked younger, possibly fourteen, but it was a useless picture of her and the only features that Lauren could determine were her curly blonde hair and the fact that she seemed reasonably attractive. "Well, what do they say?" asked her mother in a tone that indicated she was now resigned to losing her daughter overseas. "Er, congratulations... blah blah, money for the ticket and first two weeks, er....not much." she said, dropping the letter on the bed. "Why do people send such hopeless photos, eh? You'd think they would want to send the best one they could find, right?" "Let me read!" said her mother impatiently as she grabbed the letter. "Oh, you'll get a hundred and fifty US dollars a week, free food plus your lodging - your own room - and you can have the weekend off. Plus you can use the car when it's not needed. Get them ready for school and collect them, as required. Return air fare is paid, initial term of employment six months." "I can't drive!" complained Lauren. "Well, it's too late to learn here. That is if you're going to take the job, of course!" "Oh Mum, we've been through all this. I'm going. It'll be fun. It's not for ever, anyway" "I know, but it's such a long way away" "I call you, and write every week" "When was the last time you wrote a letter?" Her mother sat down on the edge of the bed. "Lori, it's a big responsibility. These children aren't much younger than you. You have to be their guide, their parent and teacher, and look after them. I just hope you realise what's involved, especially as their parents are both working. They're important people from what your father says" "I know, but I want to do it. Just don't worry." Lauren understood the subtext of her little speech all too well. "Want some coffee - I've just made some?" asked her mother as she absently picked up Lauren's clothes from the floor. "Oh thanks, yeah" Lauren slumped back into the depths of her pillow before taking the map. The house seemed to be close to the sea, on the coast just east of Venezuela. Lauren knew very little about the place, except that nothing happened in San Falino. The village, Boquette, seemed to be about two hundred kilometers from the capital, San Serra. Lauren supposed it was nice there, but it looked a little remote, although the hillier region in the north seemed to have larger towns if the map was to be believed. "And another thing, young lady" shouted her mother as she climbed the stairs, "you'll have to buy yourself some pyjamas. No sleeping half naked any more. What if you have to get up in the night?" "They're not babies. They won't need bottles every three hours!" "You mark my words" she said as she clopped away again. "I know you." Lauren pushed her hand between her legs and felt the warmth of her pussy. Her hand sneaked under the waistband of her knickers and parted the soft hair as she ventured over her pussy lips. She held herself tight and curled up, delighted with the letter and excited beyond measure that her adventure was finally underway. Over the next few days, Lauren prepared for her departure. She visited her bank and told them that she would not be resident in the country. They allowed her tax advantages on her account that amounted to little financially but seemed important to her. She visited her doctor and allowed herself to be convinced about the need for a couple of inoculations that Lauren felt were unlikely to be necessary. She stocked up on medicine that might be difficult to obtain, such as aspirin, paracetamol and sun tan lotion. She even bought a pair of pyjamas, without her mother knowing, and stuffed them in the bottom of her suitcase. On the night before her flight, Nikki came round for dinner. The evening was strained although Lauren tried hard to reassure both her parents and Nikki that she would be fine. The girls wandered upstairs after coffee on the pretence of finishing her packing and laid on the bed. "You could come and see me at Christmas" she said, pulling her close. Nikki put her arm around her as she rested her head on her chest. "Oh no, you can't be away for Christmas! What will you do?" "I'm sure they celebrate Christmas just like here, just there's no snow" said Lauren helpfully. "It's only three months away." "They probably put people in big pots and cook them." "Don't be dumb." Nikki hugged her, looking up slowly as her lips parted. They kissed gently, holding each other tight, until decency said it was time to go back downstairs and help clear up. Nikki left just after eleven o'clock and Lauren went up to her room. She stripped quickly and pulled on a new pair of knickers before sliding in between the sheets, her thoughts a million miles away. Just as she swung round to turn out the light, she noticed a small envelope under her bedside light. She opened it and saw banknotes fall out onto the bed, accompanied by a letter: "Lori, this is for emergency use. Try to stay out of trouble, OK? Kisses everywhere, Nik." She pushed the money and letter into her suitcase and slept. Chapter 4 Lauren left the house with her parents just before eight in the morning the next Friday, an ungodly hour for anything in Lauren's mind. The fields were dew-filled and the tinkling of cowbells was the only sound that could be heard in the village that Sunday morning. She sat in the front while her mother took the back seats, nursing the suitcases that contained everything that Lauren thought should could possibly need. "Now, did you pack your socks?" "Yes mum" "What about jumpers and cardigans, I don't remember seeing any of those go in" "Yes mum. Look, I've got everything, honest." She stared out the window at the little flower beds as the car reversed out of the driveway. A black crow at the side of the house was banging a snail on the ground, teasing it out of it's little house. "What about addresses, did you remember your address book?" asked her father. "Passport, visa, letter of introduction, money" "Yep, all together in my hand luggage." "OK, let's go then" said her father, his enthusiasm as thin as the morning sunshine. She glanced at him, aware that he was visibly moved by the occasion. They traveled in silence to the airport, acutely aware with every kilometer that passed their time together grew shorter. They parked and made their way to the International departures building, checking in two hours before the scheduled flight time as required. Lauren felt miserable, even more so as she saw tears welling up in her mother's eyes. They passed under the replica of a bi- plane as they made their way to a small cafe, fussing over the menu while her father hurried off to buy her newspapers for the flight. A hour before departure, she decided that she had to say good-bye, before she sobbed in front of them. They made their way to passport control, where she dropped her hand luggage and hugged her father and mother in turn. As she strode up to the clerk, she turned and waved, then went through the gate, disappearing out of sight. Following the signs for Duty Free, she went down the escalator and grabbed a basket. Loaded up with several bars of Swiss chocolate and a presentation case of German wine, she paid and walked to her gate. Her spirits had lifted considerably by the time she sat down and watched the planes taking off. Half an hour later she was strapped in to seat 55F. She was somewhat pleased to find a young man in the next seat, and stared nervously out of the window as the plane gathered speed and she took the first airplane ride of her life. It lifted effortlessly into the air, banking almost immediately to the right. She gripped the armrests tightly and looked around in a panic as a loud grinding noise came from below. "Just the undercarriage. It'll stop soon, don't worry!" He had a soft voice, but with an edge of authority and knowledge. About twenty- five, thought Lauren, no wedding ring, nice looking. Big brown eyes. Needs a shave. "Oh, that's what I thought" she replied, her voice betraying her. "It's more worrying if you don't hear it just before you land!" he said, laughing. "Hmm." Lauren forced a smile. His knees dug into the seat in front of him, squashing the in-flight magazines and sick bag. "First time?" "Yeah." Lauren turned nervously to the window and saw the tiny villages below her growing smaller as the plane climbed. The plane banked hard to the right again and Lauren gripped the arm-rests, the wing dipping as though trying to touch the ground for reassurance. Then the view was lost, replaced by swirling grey cloud, and almost as quickly, the plane burst through into the open, the sun shining brilliantly across the mountain tops, glinting against the snow and almost blinding Lauren with the beauty of the panoramic view. She settled in her seat, glanced obliquely in the direction of the young man, and pulled out a magazine. He was tall, probably six or seven inches taller than her, broad- shouldered, confident in his actions and the mysteries of international flight. She leafed through the pages idly, glancing occasionally at the cabin staff as they bustled with the pre-lunch drinks. As they ate, their conversation began again. Lauren had relaxed, assisted by the wine, and discovered that he was a journalist, on his way to cover the elections in San Falino. He seemed to have traveled to many countries in the past few months, Beirut, Baghdad, Columbia, all on what he called special assignments. "They pay more. There's an acknowledged degree of danger for a journalist because you have to get right up to the front line, so to speak." "So who buys your story?" asked Lauren, enamored by the profile he presented of a super sleuth in search of the truth. "Oh, it depends. If it's current events, then the news wires use it. You know, Reuters, Dow Jones, Associated Press. Otherwise, anyone who wants to buy it. It gets syndicated out as a full blown story. If you're lucky" "San Falino isn't exactly full of news though, is it?" suggested Lauren. "Nope, not today. But if the Nationalists do well in the election there could be trouble for the government. There's always been a divide between the north and south of the country, between rich and poor. The south has traditionally been concerned with banking and finance, while the north is the workhorse, manufacturing and farming. Now there's a recipe that I've heard a hundred times before. This is the first election that they've allowed in over thirty years, ever since the military took over back in the early sixties. Lauren looked at her food and wondered if her father had known this before she left. She thought he probably did because he was in touch regularly with the San Falino Foreign Office. "You'll be OK, you're going to be in the south, pretty close to the capital. That's some of the best countryside as well. Beautiful beaches!" "Have you been there?" "Sure. I took a holiday down there after an assignment once. Very nice. That was maybe five or six years ago - it was ridiculously cheap." "They've got things like electricity, and water, right?" asked Lauren frowning. "Of course. Just some of the areas are slums, very poor people there. Not the sort of sight you'll find in Switzerland, believe me. What are you going there for?" he asked. "I'm going as an au pair to the Swiss Ambassador to San Falino. Well, more sort of a nanny for his children." "Oh, I've seen him, now what's his name, er, Gustav Rivera, right?" "Yes, you're right" said Lauren happily. "It's Emma and Jamie that I'll be looking after." "My names Peter" he said, offering his hand. "Lauren." She shook his hand and they ate again in silence. She managed to get an hours sleep after the film but woke after her blanket fell off with a pain in her shoulder from being squashed up against the window. She looked behind her, checking that the toilet was vacant, and tried to step over Peter who was slouched down in the seat. She trod on a bag between the seats and almost lost her balance. He woke and steadied her, gripping her waist as she hopped over into the aisle. He was fully awake when she returned, and curled up in the seat to let her pass. She looked down at his trousers and wondered if the bulge was a sign of endowment or a bad tailor. She smiled to herself as she sat down and glanced at his nose. Nikki had said that some people thought that a nose indicated the size of a man's penis, and some others said their fingers were also a good measure. Lauren looked at his fingers, and wondered who she should compare them against. Dismissing the thought, she pulled the blanket around her, poured the remainder of her wine into the plastic glass, and took up her magazine again. "Anything interesting?" asked Peter. She turned to him and smiled. Somehow he must have been able to shave because the stubble that she had noticed before had gone. He was refreshed and alert as he looked at her, waiting for her response. They chatted for a long time, exploring each other's backgrounds at high speed, cutting corners and giving details that would normally take several encounters. The subject came up of leaving home, and family and friends, something that they both had in common. A little of Lauren's sadness returned. "I'm not going to be gone for long. Six months maybe" she said. "Yeah, it's tough on them as well. They've no idea really where you are or what sort of environment you're in. On the phone you'll say things are fine, but you'll miss home. What about Nikki, will she come and see you?" "Oh God, I hope so. I'm going to miss her the most!" "More than your boyfriend?" "Well..." Lauren started to explain. Her words got caught somewhere on the way and she looked down, acutely aware that with every passing millisecond the real answer was being conveyed. She gulped from her wine glass. "You have both?" Lauren smiled with a cheeky grin as her eyes lit up in affirmation. "God, I can't believe I told you!" "That's because it doesn't matter." he said, shrugging his shoulders and looking away. "In four hours time you'll go out of the airport exit and I'll transfer to another flight. I think you're very brave." he said, touching her arm. He waited before adding "Do they both know about the other?" "Oh yes. For years. Oh God, that sounds awful, doesn't it?" she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. "Why can't you just have your fair share like anyone else?" he said with mock irritation. "Peter, it's like two different worlds. Nikki is so gentle and it's like she's an instant expert because she knows instinctively what to do." Lauren sat up in her seat and turned to the young man. "What about you?" "Just one girlfriend." he said, smiling at his joke. "I've only known her six months." "You don't sound too enthusiastic" "It's difficult to have a sensible relationship when I'm away all the time. I was thinking about it last week, and I really believe I try and find girls that I don't really like so that when they write and say 'au revoir' then I simply shrug it off and carry on". She saw his eyes wander from her lips down to her breasts. Chemicals stood to attention inside her. "Did you sleep with her?" Lauren heard the words come from her mouth with disbelief. "Sure, a couple of nights ago, but it was awkward. We only did it because I was leaving. There's never any time to learn about what each other likes and dislikes." Lauren exhaled, suddenly realising that the rules of the conversation were so simple. There were no rules. Except to keep the volume low. "Have you ever done it with another boy. Or man" she said clumsily. "No, everyone in school seemed to check everyone else out, making sure we all had the right equipment, but that was it. The idea of playing with another man doesn't interest me, and as for having something like that inside me, well, no thanks." he said, staring at his lap. Lauren knew that that avenue of conversation was firmly closed. Her eyes followed his gaze down to his lap. She thought the bulge was larger. "What about you, did you say good- bye to them both at the same time?" he asked. "No, I didn't manage to see Jim before I went." she replied, missing his joke. "In fact I haven't seen him for almost two weeks. We sort of agreed that we would be free of each other but remain good friends while I'm away." "That's difficult. I tried that but there's always the accusations and suspicions. What about Nikki?" "I saw her a few days ago. We played tennis" "The height of romance!" "Well, we went back to my place afterwards" said Lauren, pressing her face against the seat and smiling gently. "And....?" "Oh I couldn't tell you!" "Why not? What's in the way of being totally open with someone you'll never meet again?" "It's just personal, I'd be embarrassed." "Try, and then answer the question again after you've told me" She thought hard about her response, weighing up the thrill of recounting her story against the likelihood of turning the colour of the national flag. She looked around and slumped into her seat. The drone of the engines and the rush of the air in the cabin masked much of the sound of her voice. "Well, we fooled around on the tennis court. You know, taking our knickers off just for fun and running around!" She looked at him quickly, gauging if that was what he wanted to hear, or if she had shocked him already. He caught her glance, smiling. "Like in that famous poster! Didn't anyone see?" "No, the place was deserted." Lauren wondered what then had been so funny about it at the time. Probably, she decided, the risk of discovery. "Then we caught the bus back to my house and teased a poor young boy in front of us. Then we went indoors and had a bath ..." "Whoa! You've still got all you tennis gear on. Did you take your shoes off?" "Of course!" she giggled. "I've got an idea. I'll close my eyes and you just whisper to me. Then I'll tell you about my last evening" She leaned closer to him, drew in a deep breath and continued. "Well, I wasn't sure if we were going to make love, but while we were on my bed, Nikki started to explore me with her hands and I was sure then" "More details!" he whispered. Lauren wore a helpless expression on her face as she desperately tried to tell her story as painlessly as possible. "OK, she pushed her hand under my tennis skirt and brushed against my, you know, my er ..." "Pussy?" "Yeah, my, er, pussy." Lauren felt lightheaded, probably, she decided, from the wine with lunch. Again she tried to weigh up her course of action, but she had already confided in him that she had both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. He could guess, she was sure, that she had made love to both of them recently. Apart from the details there was little else to tell and the promise of hearing his story out- voted any reasons for stopping. "Then we kissed and I knew that we would make love. It had been almost three years since our last time. But I was all sweaty from the game and thought we should have bath, so she stayed on my bed while I ran the water. Anyway, we got in the bath, and washed each other everywhere and then just laid there for ages." "Where did she wash you?" "Everywhere!" He turned slightly, still with his eyes closed. "My breasts, stomach, my legs, my pussy, and er, my bottom." Her heart raced as she breathed more quickly, the details becoming more embroidered as she continued. "She put her fingers into me everywhere, making sure I was clean. It was heaven." Lauren thought about the hot water lapping her thighs and the cold bath against her breasts as her head rested on the edge. She had pushed her bottom as high as possible into the air, offering herself to the sweetest of sensations, and had felt both like laughing and crying with the intensity of each stroke. "Then I did the same to her, except she didn't want me to put my finger into her, you know.... her bottom." Lauren glanced out of the window, inhaling hard as she saw the huge clouds wandering free below. She strained against the tight seat belt, turning as far as she could to watch them slip silently past. She shook her head, telling herself that she wasn't a prisoner on trial and this wasn't a confession. And even if it really is good for the soul, she thought, she had already been tried, judged and eternally damned, confession or no confession. She was under neither oath nor orders to tell him anything. And yet something spurred her on, and the slight ripple of a thrill in her stomach made her lean forward so that she could sit on her right foot, giving her pussy more room within her jeans. "Then we dried off and went into my bedroom. Closed the door and lay on the bed. I pulled the towel off her top and kissed her face and neck, going down to her breasts and nipples. Then I moved in between her legs and kissed her all over." Lauren found the scene flooding back. The room had been filled with flowers from the garden. Her mother had half approved and half chided her for being selfish. There were four vases, each arranged with as much feeling and foliage as she could manage. The sun poured through the window onto their young bodies. Lauren had sunbathed in her room on a couple of occasions, exposing herself completely to the warmth of summer and to any fortunate hiker who happened to have a powerful set of binoculars. Each occasion had lasted less than ten minutes before she became bored or rolled onto her stomach to sleep. The sounds of cow bells and the light traffic of the afternoon jolted her back to her story. "She was so wet and tasted beautiful" said Lauren, turning to Peter, adding emphasis as she relaxed in the use of her words and depth of description. His eyes were closed as agreed, but his mouth was open and his hands seemed to press down into his lap. "I just carried on until I knew she was coming, then I sucked her clit hard between my lips and felt her come as she held my head against her. As she came down, I pushed a finger into her pussy and she came again within minutes. We just cuddled together then in each others arms." She looked at Peter, who gave the impression of sleeping with a wonderful dream. She wondered if she should tell him about the sweet scent of Nikki's pussy, the slight bulge of her buttocks on the bed. Or maybe about the light hair that surrounded her pussy, the curl of the hood that covered her clitoris and how Nikki would whelp with delight each time Lauren traced her tongue around her clitoris, millimeters from the pale bud that glistened before her eyes. "I don't think I'm telling this very well, you know." she added. "No, you're doing very well. I assume there's a second half?" "Yeah. Eyes closed?" "Mmm" "Well, she left the room and came back with some Baby oil. I was laying on my tummy and she sat on my bottom, massaging my neck and shoulders. Then she moved lower, pulling the sheets away and dripping the Baby oil over my bottom." She stopped, arriving at the point where she could either make something up or tell the truth. Nikki had experimented exactly three times in their love-making with her anus. Once with an exploratory finger, the first time that her tight hole had been invaded. She recalled that she hadn't even considered it as an area for exploration until then, and had certainly never ventured up there herself. She thought she must have been about thirteen, a few months after they first made love in her room. "What's wrong?" "It's just, difficult, that's all" she said. The second time was when they were both sixteen, at the height of their relationship, when for several months nothing - including exams - mattered. They had wandered around the town listlessly before returning to Lauren's house at about one o'clock, hoping to find her mother in and get some lunch. But she was out. Settling for thickly cut sandwiches and a tumbler of white wine, they had collapsed on Lauren's bed and listened to music. Within minutes they were both naked, entwined, kissing deeply as their breasts had mashed together. Lauren dribbled wine over Nikki's legs, licking with mounting pleasure as she tasted the heavenly mixture of arousal and Alsace. Floating down the silk slope of her orgasm, Nikki had disappeared from the room, still naked, to return moments later with a candle. She rolled Lauren onto her stomach and sat between her legs, laughing at their behaviour. Nikki had teased the hole with the tapered end of the candle, slipping it easily into her. Lauren had been unable to calculate how far it had gone in until Nikki pulled it out, turned it round and presented the hard base to her brown hole. The heat it seemed to create as it pushed deeper inside was frightening, but nevertheless, Lauren had reached around and pulled the taut cheeks of her bottom aside, raising herself slightly to ensure that Nikki entered her as far as humanly possible. "She put her finger in your bottom, right?" "What?" "Next, she put a finger inside your bottom?" "Yeah." Lauren watched his expressionless face as she listened to her words. She decided to stick with reality. The third time Nikki had pleasured her with such abandon. Even so, she simply couldn't do justice to the feeling she got as Nikki oiled her bottom and traced her finger in circles as she approached her asshole. "It felt so good. In fact she teased me before, getting closer and closer, and then pushed all the way in. I think I was in tears it was so good. She rolled me over onto my side and then licked between my legs, sucking my clit so hard and pushing her fingers into my pussy and bottom. She had never done them both at the same time before and I exploded. I don't know how many times I came but I shook for hours and could still feel where she had been inside me the next morning." Lauren looked around furtively, wondering who else had heard her whispering excitedly to Peter. His eyes were still closed although he smiled, shaking his head slightly. "Well?" she asked. Her stomach churned with lust as she realised the rate with which her heart beat. Perhaps he wanted her to continue. She would tell him how they lay on the bed for what seemed like hours, kissing, sighing and floating on the periphery of sweet sleep. How she would take Nikki and guide her head onto her chest so that her breath drifted across her breasts, enticing her nipples. "Was that difficult?" "Yes. It was very difficult." She frowned and thought further. "Of course it was!" she said, pleading in her voice as she looked for an indication of his opinion. "But you're feeling as randy as hell, right? Don't answer that, I know." He turned to her. "You love her?" Lauren gazed at the floor. "I think I love them both" she whispered. "Nikki and Jim." He nodded. "I expect it's allowed." he replied with a smile. Chapter 5 Peter sighed heavily. "Now I'll tell you about my last evening. Eyes closed now, you know the rules." Lauren faced the seat in front of her smiling to herself with her hands neatly on her lap, pleased her ordeal was over and intrigued beyond measure to hear his tale. She heard him move closer to her. "Karla is about twenty two, taller than you, I think, but only by about an inch or two." His voice was quiet, measured, and she felt his breath puffing occasionally into her ear. She relaxed, cozily curled up on the seat with her blanket around her waist. "I met her just before Christmas in Zurich. She was at a party that one of the news wires held. We danced a little and talked, exchanged phone numbers and then I spent Christmas in Northern Ireland, covering the peace talks and the disarmament. Real romantic stuff. I used to phone her from remote places which she thought was fun. It was good for me because sometimes I would call her while she was out and leave long messages on her answer machine. Just to keep in touch." "Well, what does she look like?" asked Lauren impatiently. "Oh, you're right. She's got blonde hair but not pure blonde, curly, about shoulder length, and is not as slim as you. I don't know what size. We haven't bought each other clothes yet" "What size bra? Surely you've looked?" said Lauren, intensely alert and enjoying being on the other side of the fence. "No, really I haven't." "What size clothes then? Eight, ten?" "What are you?" "Between six and eight" "She's probably a bit more than eight." he replied. Even through her closed eyes, Lauren could feel his eyes wandering over her breasts. "We went out to dinner a couple of days ago, to celebrate my birthday. I had always seen her in jeans and T-shirts, so I was very surprised when I picked her up to see her in a skirt and beautiful blouse." "I hope you looked nice as well for her." added Lauren. "I looked OK, but I suppose I should have worn something more formal. Anyway, we had dinner and a couple of drinks on the Bahnhofstrasse. In a way I had hoped to go home without doing, you know, without making love to her." "Why?" "I'm not sure. I just didn't feel like it that evening, but she looked so good. When she leaned over to talk to me at the bar I could see her breasts and the freckles that seemed to go on for ever. She looked so happy, so of course I decided to take her home." "Or your cock did?" Lauren giggled at both her turn of phrase and the fact that she believed she knew his real motivation. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, aware that she may have spoken loud enough for half the plane to hear. Relieved that nobody was staring at her, she settled down again to the half blackness of her own world. "We walked out to the car park and I kissed her as she leaned against the passenger door. She responded with so much passion that I was embarrassed, the restaurant and car park were very public. I could feel my thing pushing hard into her." "You're what? I had to say pussy, didn't I?" "Yeah. My cock As we pulled away, she put her hand on my leg. When I hadn't moved away after a few seconds, she went straight for my cock, squashing it with the palm of her hand." "What did you do?" "Hey, questions at the end! Even as we drove home she had her hands over it most of the way and fairly dragged me out of the car. In my kitchen I put the kettle on and undid the buttons of her blouse. I had made love to her once before, then she had kept her T- Shirt on and it had been dark. In fact that was an awful time. Three weeks after we had met, and while I was home from Northern Ireland for a weekend. I came in three seconds flat and she was still arranging the pillows. Perhaps that's why I wanted to go home that evening. Anyway, her blouse came off and fell to the floor, and her breasts were wonderful, almost bursting out of her bra. She looked so young and fresh that I couldn't understand how I could have thought about going home. I switched the kettle off and when I turned back she was leaning over the worktop. That pose is one that I will never forget. Straight from a magazine and it told me everything!" "She pulled my trousers down and dragged me into the lounge, making me fall as my trousers caught around my ankles. Perhaps that was the plan because she sat on me, rubbing her pussy through her knickers over my underpants. Now I was really surprised, because I thought I would have come by then, but nothing was happening even though my cock was rock hard. She undid her bra and then I saw them, large without being dangerous weapons and all real. I really wanted to suck her nipples, but as I strained to kiss them she pushed me down and continued to rub me. Because I'd lasted well over a minute this time, I felt like I was mister super stud and forced her up off me. Her skirt came off easily to reveal those knickers that are sort of shaped, you know. They remind me of sex shops!" he said, using his hands in mid-air. "What, that make your legs look a million miles long, with a really deep cut in the front?" "Yeah, red. Have you got any?" "No!" giggled Lauren, eyes still closed. She used to have a pair of knickers from Dior that were more tasteful but less suggestive. They were pure silk with perfect little bows. The softness of the material had felt rich, almost exorbitant against her pussy. "Anyway, they sort of disappeared between the cheeks of her bottom. We kissed half on and half off the sofa. I think I lost my shirt somewhere because I remember feeling her tits against my chest, so firm and warm. She had her hand inside my pants and pulled them down slightly so she could see my cock and then she kissed me lower and lower until she had me in her mouth. God, it was such a beautiful feeling and I could see her tits bobbing up and down and her little bottom busting to get out of those knickers. Have I left anything out?" "No" said Lauren hoarsely. She cleared her throat and fought to keep the image in her mind. She wondered if he realised that she was tweaking her nipples to the point of almost being painful. She swallowed hard. "Tell me how she sucked you". There. She had asked. He had to tell her. He leaned back towards her and continued whispering. "I think I ended up on the floor. The carpet tickled anyway and I couldn't remember if I had washed properly down there. I half expected her to get past my tummy button and stop, but she didn't. She took my balls in one hand and I was actually shocked when I felt her tongue over the tip of my cock. Nothing had prepared me for the warmth. The way her lips pushed the skin down, and the wetness." "Tell me more" hissed Lauren. She shifted on the seat, placating her pussy that needed attention. "She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Now and again I felt her teeth, which I thought was nice, because I really didn't want to think that she did this sort of thing every day, you know?" Lauren grunted. "So, with her hand on my cock and her mouth around the end, she slowly sucked me. I looked down once or twice and watched her taking my pale pink cock between her red lips. I was thinking, wow, she's actually doing it to me. Someone has at last done this. And, what's more, I didn't come instantly." "After about a minute, still impressed by my staying power, I really wanted to do the same to her, so I pulled her round while she still had me in her mouth and licked up between her thighs and around the edge of her knickers. I could feel her pussy lips and as I pulled the material to one side I saw that she was so incredibly wet that I just had to probe into her. I put her leg up onto the sofa and I remember that she groaned as I continued to lick over the material, pulling her knickers tight into the crack of her bottom and between her lips. It was so unreal for me because nobody had ever reacted to me that way, like out of control. Most of them yawn." "I pulled her knickers off and she pushed my head against the sofa while I was still lying on the floor, then knelt over me and pushed her pussy against my mouth. The only way I could breath was by licking and sucking her and I'm pretty sure she came then because her thighs gripped me really tightly. Then she slid down onto my cock and I came almost instantly. There was so much of it, I just couldn't stop. I was worried that she might pull up and I wouldn't be finished, but we stayed locked like that for ages, kissing and giggling. When she lifted herself off me, I pulled her close to me and could see my come dripping out of her onto my chest. It was great. Yeah, Karla, what a girl. I really had no idea!" In the quiet Lauren heard him slump back into his seat and breath out. She wanted to say something funny, maybe about his staying power. But no joke would come. "I'm wet" said Lauren. "How do you know? Have you felt yourself?" "Yeah." she grinned. "Just now. I bet you do this on all your flights!" "Only to receptive audiences" "How did you know I would want to hear about your exploits?" she asked, opening her eyes. "Because you wanted to tell me about yours" "Rubbish" "Of course you did. Once you told me that you had a boyfriend and a girlfriend then it was obvious. And another thing, there's no harm is there? Because, like I said, after that exit sign at the airport we'll never meet again. We both know secrets about each other, so we're quits." "I suppose so. It's just so strange. Will you see her again?" asked Lauren. "I think I'd like to. But if I'm in San Falino for several months then she'll probably have found someone else." "I hope you do. I like happy endings" Lauren's Arrival In San Falino Chapter 6 They chatted a little more during the flight, but another meal came, then immigration and customs declaration cards, until they started their descent into the airport. Lauren heard the now familiar sound of the landing gear and tugged her seat belt tightly around her waist. The lights below grew brighter and closer as she saw individual houses with people in the streets and the occasional car chugging along dusty tracks. Then they were out over the sea, turning lazily over a harbour, and heading back inland. More noises accompanied a dramatic decrease in speed to the point where she thought the plane had stopped in mid-air. It seemed to crawl over the airfield perimeter and touch down with a slight bump. The airfield was deserted. Even the buildings were small and few had lights on inside. They taxied to a halt as the sound of seat belts clicking reached a crescendo. The speaker system came to life with a burst of feedback. "Welcome to San Serra in San Falino, where the local time is ten thirty two in the evening. The outside temperature is seventy seven degrees. We hope you've had a pleasant flight with us and look forward to seeing you again." They grabbed their luggage from the overhead lockers and queued up to file out through the door. The cabin staff paraded at the exit, thanking everyone, and Lauren was relieved they didn't glare at her or Peter as she filed past. "It's this way" he said, pointing to the sign of a suitcase down the corridor. He was taller than her, much as she guessed, feeling like a big brother as he easily carried his two small cases. Lauren lumbered after him with her own. "What? I can't hear, my ears went pop!" She craned her neck upwards and nodded, straining with her luggage between the two desks that made up passport control. The officer waved her though on production of her passport and they continued deeper into the airport, finding themselves in a large shed that already contained some bags. However, on closer inspection, Lauren discovered that they were not from their flight. "Over here, this is where they come out!" shouted Peter, grinning at her temporary inability to hear. Sure enough, within minutes her two suitcases had arrived. Peter led the way through to a hot, cramped room that had a number of tables along the far wall. Lauren was pleased that they had been some of the first off the plane as a queue built up stretching out of the room and back out along the corridor. The customs officer was bedraggled with a straggly beard and bushy black eyebrows. His uniform was tattered almost beyond repair with more holes than buttons and peeling gold braid that Lauren thought his mother would be embarrassed about. Even though it was late evening the room was stifling and she felt beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead, realising now that she should have changed out of her jumper into a T-Shirt or something lighter. She looked at the young man, his bushy eyebrows moving slowly up and down from a look of surprise to concern as he studied her documents. Visions of nights in sweaty jails appeared before her as she looked around for Peter, finding him a couple of desks down, also with an officer who seemed to have never seen a passport before. Perhaps they had been reported for obscenity on the plane. She looked back to see that he was peering at her jeans from behind the paperwork. Specifically the space between her jeans round the top of her legs. "Where you from, Miss Gisal?" His white shirt was soiled on both sides of the collar from days of wear. Hair grew from his nostrils and ears. Rings shone dully on almost everyone one of his puffy fingers. "Switzerland. Andelburg actually. It's a little village not far from Interlaken." She was about to ask if he knew it but checked herself. She tried desperately to remain calm, to focus just on the desk in front of her in case he thought she might try and run. "Where will you be staying?" he asked, still flicking through her passport. The big cap wobbled on his head. "With Mr. and Mrs. Gustav Rivera, in Boquette." Her heart thumped, blood surging into her head as she thought about the duty free. What if she was over the allowance? She had seen films where they take people into side rooms and grill them under lights. Strip search them for drugs. He reached inside his pocket. Lauren looked on, expecting to see handcuffs emerge, but instead, a small red stamp appeared, and banged down on the middle page of her passport. "Welcome to San Falino, please enjoy your stay. The exit is over there." he said. Lauren looked at him as she gathered her luggage and thought he had a nice smile. She glanced over at Peter who was still in discussion. Following the exit sign, she found herself looking at a crowd of people, held back by a glass partition. Children's noses were squashed against it and adults jostled for position. By some miracle, she saw a tall, heavily-built man standing at the edge of the crowd, holding a piece of card with her name on it. He even smiled at her as she approached. "Lauren?" "Yes, hi!" She shook his hand. "I'm Gustav. Did you have a good flight?" he asked, taking one of her suitcases. "Fine thanks, I must just say ..." she trailed off as she searched for Peter. "Anything you need?" "Well, no. I met someone on the flight but I expect he'll be a while." They had exchanged phone numbers so that would have to do. She followed her new employer out of the terminal and along the road that led to the car park. Children were everywhere, and Lauren was shocked by their ragged clothes, their dirty hair and the fact that they were still up at that time of the day. The airport was best described as casual, and she was sure she would have found people on the runway with their dogs and cattle if she had looked. "Hey, it's still here!" said Gustav, clearly referring to the huge four wheel drive vehicle that sat under the single light in the car park. He piled her luggage in the back and they set off. They made poor progress near the airport, and the further they traveled, the tighter Lauren gripped the seat. The rules of the road appeared to be different from those of Switzerland where gesticulations are frowned upon, almost to the point of being considered punishable. In San Falino, the rule was 'Do unto him before he does unto you.' Quick wits and good brakes were obviously the order of the day as they jerked from one close encounter to another. "You drive?" he asked, turning the air conditioning lower. "No, I had two tests in Switzerland, but I failed both times on my parking" "Believe me, you drive!" They continued for another five minutes until they were clear of the industrialised airport area. Gustav pulled off the main road onto a large expanse of dark waste ground, parking the car facing into the gloom. Lauren gulped loudly as he switched off the engine and undid his seat belt. "Do you think you could handle it? It's pretty big!" he said, turning towards her. "What?" said Lauren, her beating furiously against her ribs. Blood surged through her head as she surveyed quickly the terrain and calculated the distance from the road. "Show me what you can do!" he said, getting out of the car. "What, drive you mean?" "Sure" he said, quite naturally. Lauren exhaled loudly. "Take it round here for a while and then we can get back on the road. It's automatic. No manual gear stick." He jumped into the passenger seat as she slid across. Lauren looked at the controls, adjusted the seat and mirror, and finally started the engine (after checking that the windscreen wipers worked in ultra-fast mode). Cautiously, she moved off, turning from right to left, checking the brakes and finding the lights. Occasionally, her hand reached for the non- existent gear stick, until she relaxed back in the seat and smiled widely. "OK, let's go then!" said Gustav, pointing to the road. "You know that I don't have a licence" "Show me someone who has. If you're stopped by the police, say you left it at home. Fumble in your purse, and make sure they see you have money. They'll tell you what the fine is, don't worry." They made reasonable progress even though Lauren was tired. The journey turned out to be almost two hours and she was surprised that he had made her do all the driving. The road eventually led down the side of a hill and Lauren realised immediately that she could see the sea in front of her. The water in the harbour shimmered with the lights from the tiny fishing boats and the windows of the little houses perched on the rocks around it. "We're about ten minutes from here. This is Boquette. You can shop here, go to the post office, there's a railway station that would take you to San Serra if you wanted to go there. I don't recommend it though." Heading out of town again on minor roads, they finally pulled into a gap in a wooded area that had two large white posts marking the driveway. Lauren slowed to avoid the potholes as the car rocked from side to side. Ahead she saw the house, a flat, low ranch- style building which seemed to stretch into the grey distance. Lights were on everywhere and she could see people moving around inside. She parked the car as instructed and jumped down. The heat of the evening hit her as she walked to the back of the car. "Come on, looks like they're all still up!" said Gustav, leading her to the big front door. "I'll just get my stuff." "Don't worry, someone will take care of that. Come on." He opened one of the double front doors and ushered her inside. The house was enormous, much bigger than it appeared from outdoors. Lauren looked to her left and right and saw she was in the middle of a long, marble hallway that echoed as she walked. It was cool but inviting. A woman appeared from one of the many rooms off the hallway to her right, smiling with her hand outstretched. "Hi Lauren, I'm Elizabeth. Welcome to Boquette! How was your flight?" "It's about 8 hours, but the time seemed to fly by!" "That's good. Let me show you to your rooms, then we'll show you round the house!" she said, twirling around and heading back the way she came. 'Rooms?' thought Lauren. They passed through an archway in the hall and entered another room through a set of double doors to the left. "Here we are, these are your rooms. This is the bedroom, but I guess you realised that! Through there is a sort of living room and dressing room, then if you keep going through that you'll find your bathroom." Lauren gazed in amazement. A large bed sat against the right of the far wall with a pink silky bedspread. Nearer her on the right, past the window, was a make-up table. Cupboards along her left stopped just before the door which led to the lounge area. The carpet was thick, springy, the same pale pink as the curtains around the windows. She was thrilled. "The taps in the bathroom drip all damn night" said a voice behind her. "Darling? Now, say hello. Lauren, this is Emma." Lauren snapped out of her reverie and turned to see the girl in the picture, focused properly this time. She felt herself wobble slightly as the image registered. Her radiant beauty struck her like avalanche, piling dazzling ton upon ton of terror on her as she breathlessly examined the creature. Her blonde hair, which Lauren thought just had to be dyed, fell beyond her shoulders in curls that reminded her of pictures of innocence from Sunday School books. Her tiny young breasts pushed against her white T-Shirt, and her tanned legs appeared from behind the loose sarong. Lauren felt as though she was drowning as she thrashed around for words, burbling a semblance of a response. She reached out unsurely to shake her hand. Emma walked straight past her and opened the door to the little lounge. "Come on, I'll show you how to fix it." said Emma, disappearing. "We can do that later, I'd like to find out about your room, and the rest of the house" said Lauren, regaining some of her composure. Emma returned to the bedroom, shrugged her shoulders and pouted. Elizabeth glanced approvingly at her husband as they trooped out back into the hallway. Directly opposite was another set of double doors, marking the entrance to Emma's room. Elizabeth led them to the left, away from the center of the house to the end of the corridor, and Jamie's room. Emma followed slowly behind. "He's away for the weekend." said the little girl. "Back Sunday night. Now we'll show you the lounge" she said, leading them back towards the front door. They entered through two double doors on the right. Lauren saw the wonderful white leather sofa that stretched round in a quarter circle, the TV in front of it with the fire beside. "Sit down, what can I get you to drink?" "Oh, I'll have a whisky!" said Emma in a silly voice. "I'll have coffee if that's OK. Thanks." Lauren smiled at Emma, looking more closely at her. "What's happening tomorrow?" "Nothing. I'm staying in bed all day." "Surely there's school?" "Well, there's a bit of a problem with school, Lauren." said Elizabeth. "There are no French or German speaking schools here, so they both have a tutor who has become a bit unreliable lately. He'll certainly be here the week after next. Mr. Quintero is his name." "He's stupid." "Emma!" said Elizabeth. She gently touched Lauren's arm. "He's very wrapped up in local affairs, history and the like. Seems to have a problem focusing on mathematics or much top do with the modern world. But he does visit and teach them here, which is great" Lauren was disappointed. She had hoped to have the children out of the house while she got to explore the countryside and town a bit. Emma sat on the sofa next to her with her arms crossed, glumly looking into the dead fire. "Darling, do you want anything?" "Can I have whisky?" "Don't be silly. Want some 7 up?" "I suppose so." she replied without enthusiasm. "Lauren, let me show you the kitchen." said Elizabeth. "Let me show you the kitchen" mimicked Emma. Gustav glowered at Emma who remained seated as Lauren wandered through the dining room into the kitchen. She heard Emma behind her, remonstrating with her father that she didn't want another baby-sitter. Elizabeth approached Lauren with an air of confidentiality. "Emma is a little tense right now. It's been hard for her with us both working, and she feels that she's old enough to be left alone. But she's not. That's one reason why we wanted someone much younger than normal and you fit the bill perfectly. Really, we're so pleased you're here!" she said, squeezing Lauren's arm. Lauren smiled back, helping her to make the coffee and discovering where the cups were kept, along with the sugar. A breakfast table took up part of the kitchen with a fridge by the doorway. A window by the cooker looked out into the garden. The lighting, like the rest of the house, was discrete. They walked back into the lounge, Lauren sitting back down next to Emma and placing her coffee on the little table in front of her. Emma put her bare feet up on the table, gripping the edge with her toes. The sarong fell between her smooth legs, draping on the floor. She tossed her hair back against the cushion of the sofa, pushing her little breasts out against her shirt. "It's great that you've got air conditioning to keep it so cool in here!" remarked Lauren. "You'd die without it. Even at this time of the year it can reach a hundred during the day." said Gustav. "Now, tomorrow, we'll both be up and gone before you. Elizabeth and I are going to be increasingly busy what with the elections and the business of the Nationalist party fielding candidates." "Don't worry, I'll be up when Emma and Jamie have to be up, and make sure I'm here when they finish school" said Lauren. "Good. The housekeeper is here in the mornings, so she usually makes breakfast for Emma and Jamie - and you of course. Plus she'll tidy the rooms, make the beds, do the laundry and other such things. You'll slot in fine, don't worry. Emma should do piano practice once a day, for at least half an hour. We get back from work around eight or nine. If you're asleep then that doesn't matter. Just leave sticky notes on the fridge if there's anything important. Mail can go next to the fridge so we can deal with it when we return. Now, I have to go to bed, and Emma should as well, it's late." "Yeah, I'm tired as well!" announced Lauren. "Of course you are, have a shower and a nice rest and you'll be fine tomorrow" said Elizabeth. "Oh, emergency contact numbers are on the fridge as well, not that you'll need them." "Thanks, see you tomorrow evening then. Night" she said, taking her coffee. Lauren heard Elizabeth further scolding Emma for her lack of manners as she pulled the doors of her room closed for the night. Turning to the bed, she wondered who had laid her suitcases out so neatly for her over the silky bedspread. Shrugging her shoulders, she stripped, amazed that her knickers were actually stuck to her pussy. Once they slid down her legs, she kicked them into the air, caught them and marveled at the long, dense stain that was a result of Peter's story. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /