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"Don't mention it," he picked up some of the logs from the pile he had brought in and headed through to the back rooms. "I'll be back in a second." She nodded and moved to the window. Much as she missed London watching the stars was something she could get used to. She didn't know how long he had been gone but she jumped when his hands appeared either side of her own on the windowsill and his hard body pressed against hers. She shuddered at the sudden contact and pushed back against him, grinding her ass against the hard ridge in his jeans without thinking.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" She nodded unable to talk as he slowly humped against her. Trailing one hand up her arm he knotted his fingers in her short hair and pulled her head back to gently licked her neck. His other hand moved across her stomach and down to the heated apex of her thighs, she sucked in a breath and rubbed against his hand her pussy already wet as she tried to prolong the contact. He slid his hand between skin and denim and over her soaked panties until he held her in one large hand. With a skilled finger he found her clit easily and stroked making another shiver run the length of her body. The whole time her gorgeous ass had not stopped it's grinding motion against his groin and he could feel his cock getting harder by the second as it almost seemed to try and get free from the denim and cotton encasing it.
He moved the soaked lace of her knickers away from her dripping pussy and with his thumb began a circling motion over the nub of flesh. She moaned and her hips worked even harder as her breathing became panting, he slid one finger inside her and a shriek escaped her throat. She fucked his hand lost to everything but reaching the orgasm she craved, he smiled and added another finger as the sexy young girl fucked herself on his hand her as
s still pressed tightly against his erection creating a wonderful friction.
A knock on the door made her freeze and her eyes fly open, she tried to move away from him but the movement only made the fingers still inside her harder to resist and she humped down again for a another second before forcibly removing his hand and stepping away panting. Looking straight into her eyes he licked his fingers clean of her juices and went to answer the door.
She waited just behind him until the mechanic finished explaining that the car was fixed, a busted fan belt that would cost less than a tenner to replace and had already been taken care of, her car was then unhooked from the back of the truck and Alejandro watched as the young girl drove away. Still smiling he went back through to the bedroom, freed his cock from his jeans and stroked it thinking of her taste and rounded ass coming in less than a minute.
*
Monday morning saw him sat back at his desk, loud conversations and childish laughing made he look up and kick the leg of his desk violently.
"Settle down kids. It's just another Monday and we need to start class."
"Ahh, do we have to sir?" Lucy spoke up from the front row, she leant forward attempting to show as much of her cleavage to him as possible her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she licked her lips sensually.
"Funnily enough yes we do, now if you could all..." The sound of the door opening made him look up impatiently yet again. A young girl walked in, she had short bright red hair, caramel skin, a perfect button nose, full pouting lips, she wore a White shirt, black a line skirt, black knee high socks, ankle high, heeled black boots, a black tie and had dark expressive eyes that were now wide with horror.
"Good morning, my name is Mr Garcia. You must be the new student."
"Yeah, I'm Annabella, but Belle, Bella or Bells is fine."
The End.
Lucia Makes a Bet
Saturday afternoon on a brisk November day in Calgary. I was into my second month of a six month stay, having come up from Houston for a consulting job in the oil fields. So far, Calgary had been nonstop hard work, and this day was the first break I'd taken. Keith, a foreman with the company I was contracted to, had invited me to watch a hockey game with his girlfriend Danielle and his crew of tough, muscled roustabouts and roughnecks.
I don't know shit about ice hockey, but I'd soaked up enough to know that the sport is to a Canadian what Jesus is to the Pope. The Toronto Maple Leafs were in town to play the Calgary Flames and people insisted I understand the significance of this Blessed Event. Most were three beers beyond explaining anything. Like any stranger in a strange land, I smiled politely.
Keith and I were talking shop when angry female voices coming from the kitchen cut through the din.
"Sounds like a fight is brewing," I said.
"It's probably Danielle," Keith said. "She's pissed I invited Lucia." He shrugged. "What the hell, they're big girls. Let 'em sort it out."
Lucia, a dark-haired beauty and the only other female, had caught my eye and sympathy. Her proudly worn Maple Leafs jersey, autographed by the team and an island of blue in a sea of red and black, marked her like a scarlet letter. And the fairness of her sex merited no quarter as the insults and jokes, seldom good-natured and often crude, came fast and furious. Lucia defiantly stood her ground, answering in kind every affront to her beloved Maple Leafs.
I'd seen Keith apply his conflict logic on the job site, standing by as quarreling team members settled differences the old-fashioned way. Judging from the commotion, the girls weren't sorting it out. No one else seemed to notice or care. My beer was approaching empty, and not being too sophisticated to enjoy a good cat fight, I wandered into the kitchen.
Danielle and Lucia had squared off in front of the refrigerator. Danielle, a few years older than Lucia and damned attractive too, stood with blood vessels pulsing in her temples and fists balled ready to swing.
"Ladies," I said. "Let's not get too personal. It's just a game."
"This isn't about the game, dumb ass," said Danielle. "Lucia was fuck-dancing with Keith last night right in front of me. She's still coming on to him and she had better lay off."
Lucia fired back. "We were just dancing and having some fun. A little flirting never hurt anything."
"Flirting, huh?" said Danielle. "Dancing on your knees with your goddamn face in his crotch? Flirting my ass."
"And you know what?" said Lucia. "His dick was hard. I could've fucked him right under your nose."
"Lucia," Danielle seethed. "Get your ass out of my house."
Lucia didn't budge. "I do not take orders from you. This is Keith's house and I'm staying until he says otherwise. So fuck off."
