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She smiled discreetly as I approached appearing something like a sex-spy about to hand over the goods, otherwise dour and obliging. We greeted fairly casually and I peered in the bag. "How's the captive?" Chloe smiled, becoming animated and restless, almost pushy; "Does she know I'm coming?"
"She's good. A little ambivalent. Wetting the bed as we speak, but you know it's the good fear. And no."
Chloe beamed. "Fuck... You look sexy, Chloe." I whispered and kissed the corner of her mouth. She conceded to a sly smile then gestured stiffly in the direction of my place. "I need to get champagne." I added, and Chloe met my eye, "One with a cold bottleneck, about thus thick. See you've got some treats..." I peeked in the bag; I could spy some masking tape and one or two other black and red items I couldn't quite identify. Chloe shrugged looking ever-cheerful. The bag was really burgeoning; a row of steel anal beads at the fore glinting in the sun with shameless lustre.
We headed for the corner shop at our end of the park, Chloe catching endless looks from passing men. She was possibly more desired than Summer, if only for Summer's aloof reputation. Summer would see a lot of guys and suck them off with a dirty, fearless thirst then inexplicably creep away to fulfil her end of the bargain in the privacy of her own room and imagination while Chloe was always more consummate and experimental in her affections. I'd met her through Summer before Summer and I hit it off physically, to whatever stilted degree, and talked at length about our various ambitions around sex and experimentation. But we'd never fucked, owing to circumstances. The closest we came was an impassioned kiss and whispered ideas. This was Summer's day, but I imagined Chloe would be highly involved.
"You think she's an anal virgin too?" asked Chloe swinging the bag as we began to wander the way of the shops.
"Maybe. Not for long. She's not a virgin anyway... Thought you'd know this stuff."
"You fucked her?"
"No. She fucked someone ages ago. Just no looking down. You know you'd think she'd get into being a dom and carry blindfolds." I looked for Chloe's fleeting eyes but she ignored me.
"Do you think it's an excuse?" she said eventually.
"How so?"
"Maybe she's just a pussy."
"Doubt it. She changes a lot haven't you noticed? Thongs of many colours... She's not a pussy about flashing when she knows you're all eyes. Again, thought you'd know this."
"Nope. I think she hides stuff from me. Are you sure she's cool with me being there?"
"She'll be embarrassed. But she wants to fuck you; maybe she thinks you're just too cool for school Chloe, an imposing role model, hmm?" I threw her a smug grin. Chloe seemed friary distant, not hesitant about our plans though maybe reconsidering her approach. We were nearing the shop for the drinks. I prodded her in the direction of a secluded path between the shop and the neighbouring building whispering, "Hey, an idea..." Chloe obliged slipping into submissive, 'curious' role with an
instant trailed glance and stepped into the ally.
"You want to fuck me?" she whispered in the dimmer, cooler light.
"Of course but that's not the plan, what are you wearing under this?" I pinched the slinky dress up around her hips and spied black underwear, creased tightly about her pussy. She dropped the bag of toys and we shared a deep kiss. I gripped her tight around the groin, "Turn around..." I whispered.
"You do want to fuck me." she giggled in my ear.
"I'm gonna fuck you but I need these..." I twisted a finger in the knickers, touching, for the first time, Chloe's bare pussy. "I'll take these and you can come along to the house just a bit later. Come in when she's most invulnerable..." Chloe was laughing, kissing, and whispering, "...That sounds interesting."
"So turn around..." I glanced down the ally into stark sun and deserted streets. Chloe turned her back into my chest and I pressed her breasts to the brick wall. I unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans and pulled down her knickers around her upper thighs. I held her firmly at the back of the neck whispering "I'll be quick we've a main feature to see, I need cum on these..." I tugged on the knickers.
I found her pussy around the small cheeks of her ass and pushed in my cock 8 smooth inches into her warm wet body and began to fuck her hard. She whimpered and fought to catch my eye over her shoulder and I held her cheek to the wall. I came quickly, easing out to drip cum in her pants and pulled them up around her hips and pressed the crotch into to her pussy to soak in the cum and rubbed the fabric on her clit and pussy lips. "Take them off..." I panted, kissing her neck. She turned around stepping one awkward leg at a time out of the knickers and handed them to me clopping giddily in the heels. I gave her some money saying, "Get some champagne and come to the house in about a half hour. Skip the intermediate. Impact... don't you think? When she sees you're there?"
Chloe beamed and we shared a final breathy kiss before I nodded her goodbye, taking a role of masking tape from the bag; I headed for my place with the warm handful of underwear.
I lived of the 6th floor of the building, 12 dusty flights up from the entrance hall. Via a cavernous, tiled stairwell just seduced enough to block out the glare of the day and muffle the various sounds of the park and tragic. I took the stairs slowly in an effort be quiet, hoping to reach Summer without her knowledge and maybe spy her in a private moment alone with the dildo and her thoughts.
When I reached the door it was wide open, prized perhaps by a passer by or the breeze. I'd left it ajar with an inkling Summer would be less inclined to sleep that way. She was in plain view from the doorway though shielded by her arm and, as much as the ropes would allow, angled away from the open door; asleep perhaps.
I could make out rising breaths though she lay otherwise motionless, serene and unresponsive as I clicked shut the door behind me. I paced in and froze as she flinched in the bed, glancing sharply at me over a shoulder. She became still again now laying flat on her back, face tilted in the ruffles of her dress; hiding.
"Baby you mustn't..." she mumbled in the folds, "You mustn't it's too much..." she mumbled again chancing a coy glance as I smiled back.
"What's too much?"
She said nothing and shifted in the bed with a gentle wriggle of the hips and turned over to face away from me.
"What's too much?" I repeated moving closer.
"It's too wet." she whispered.
