0 comments/ 27223 views/ 29 favorites The Rescuer By: TheFlaneuse Jasmine was more like her name than her parents could ever have imagined. Something about her, perhaps her stillness, made her seem like a dainty flower perched among the leaves. She was a small, slight creature with the palest skin and most delicate features, framed by rich brown hair and eyes. If one looked at her, one could see she was very beautiful, without question. And yet so few people seemed to look at her. To herself she seemed so small that she was unnoticeable. People always seemed to be looking over or under or past her. She felt she was a wallflower, fading into the background. Unfortunately, this was definitely not the case. Jasmine was noticed, as was her slightness. One snippy winter night on her way home for the weekend, Jasmine was pushed into an alley by an unseen body. She found herself facing two men in balaclavas, and she felt the presence of one behind her. They drew nearer, looming over her ominously, their intentions unmistakable. She turned, trying to work out which one meant to grab her. One did, and she began to scream. Loud and indiscriminate noise issued from her mouth, trying to reach compassionate ears as brutal hands were finding their way under her clothes. Clouds of vapour billowed from their mouths as they breathed on her. Something hard and cold met with her eye, she suspected a pipe as the blood filled half her vision. She felt a shoe slip off her foot as she kicked and flailed uselessly above the ground. She heard fabric tearing, she had no idea where or what, just that it sounded horrifying. And then she heard a sickening crunch, which she somehow knew was a fist breaking a face. But it wasn't hers. She felt herself being dropped and she landed hard on the concrete. She looked around and saw one captor's face down beside her, and in front of her stood someone; a someone who was standing between her and the other two. The two men seemed tentative but stood their ground. The someone protecting her started toward them and they flinched. "Please leave." It was the unmistakable burr of a woman. Jasmine leaned a little to see the men better. Their breath still puffed out in a haze. "Fuck you!" spat one as he skipped in toward her. The woman jabbed her fist at his nose, and it seemed immediately to explode with blood. "Shit!" he spluttered as he stumbled back, "Go on Jack! At her!" The last one hesitantly started toward the woman and she started at him. He swung and she ducked and threw a fast fist into his ribcage. A sickening heave issued from his mouth. "Please leave, or I will kill you." The men scurried away like frightened animals, leaving their unconscious friend. The woman sighed, shook her head and turned around. She bent down to Jasmine and gently lifted her to her feet, "The hospital's just around the corner." As Jasmine slowly and somewhat shakily walked from the consult room to the waiting room holding her top together, she spied on her rescuer. The woman was sitting in the bustling waiting room, in profile to the corridor. She was tearing a paper cup and looking curiously about herself at all the people. She had flame red hair, cut in a fashionably boyish way so that her fringe sat just above her brow and electrified her blue eyes. Her slouch made her look defeated, but Jasmine could tell she had a strong body, the kind that was constantly worked on. Her abdomen was showing a little below her motorcycle jacket and above her jeans, showing some clear muscle definition. And, Jasmine reasoned, one doesn't know instinctively how to make a person's face explode like that. The woman caught sight of Jasmine and rose from her seat. Jasmine realised that she was quite tall, probably about 5'8'' to her 5'5''. "How many?" Asked the rescuer. "Eight." Jasmine replied, touching her finger to the dressing on her eyebrow. The woman squinted in sympathy. "Well... better to have them than not." "Yes." "Well," She said, turning toward the door, "My car's back the way we came." "Um," Jasmine started, not moving. The woman froze. "Oh, I'm sorry." The woman said meekly, "I mean if you want I'll give you a lift... I... you don't have to, I was just..." "No, no, I mean, yes... thankyou, but... You saved my life and I don't even know your name." Jasmine replied. "Oh. I'm Lizzie, Lizzie Mercer," said the woman, extending a hand. "I'm Jasmine Satch," she replied smiling, taking the hand, "Thanks for saving my life." "I'm sorry I didn't come earlier," Lizzie said quietly, avoiding Jasmine's eye. For a moment they just stood there awkwardly, still vaguely shaking hands. Lizzie retrieved hers first, and broke the silence. "Come on, my car's not far." Lizzie walked Jasmine out of the hospital and down the street she'd been walking before the attack. She got a little shaky, a little skittish. Lizzie put a hand on Jasmine's elbow and gently urged her on. They passed the alley where they'd had the altercation, and Jasmine noticed it was empty. "The police came," Lizzie stated, catching Jasmine's look, "But they'd all gone." Jasmine smiled with all the gratitude she could muster. Lizzie nodded her acknowledgement. As Lizzie turned off the engine outside Jasmine's apartment block, she looked at Jasmine seriously, "I can stay... if you want." Jasmine was sorely tempted to say yes. She could still feel hands moving on her body, and she really didn't want to be alone. She would eventually have to be on her own, she thought. So she decided to suck it up and be alone. "No," Jasmine smiled, "I'll be fine. I couldn't do that to you. Besides, I don't even know you. You don't even know me." Lizzie inspected Jasmine's face, trying to see if she really was alright, Jasmine figured. "Alright. But," she said as she pulled a pen from her pocket and wrote something on Jasmine's hand, "You call me if you need anything, Ok?" Jasmine looked at the number scribbled on the back of her hand. It was somehow comforting. "Thanks. And thankyou... again... for saving me. I don't know what I would have done. I don't know what would have happened-" Lizzie nodded her comprehension, "If you need anything, call me." Jasmine shut the car door and hoped she was making the right decision. She traipsed into her bedroom and began peeling off her bedraggled clothing. She wanted desperately to have a shower, but the doctor had told her to wait until morning. Yet she didn't want to sleep in her bed with this experience still on her body. She found some old pyjama bottoms and a tank top she felt happy to throw out, and put them on. She took to her sofa rather than her bed, and wrapped herself in a thick blanket, staving off the shivering. She heard a car pull away in the silence. Her own screams tore her from her sleep as she struggled to extricate herself from her blanket. She was somehow entangled in it, shivering and drenched in sweat. She had been dreaming of the attack, brutish hands on her body. She fought free of the blanket and clambered to her feet and sent herself to the bathroom, fighting to regain control of her breathing. She splashed cold water on her face rubbed it hard. "It's over," she said to her reflection, "It's over." Jasmine returned to her sofa and sat down. She was exhausted, but she couldn't put her head down. She feared closing her eyes. She looked at her left hand. The number was a little smudged, but it was still there. Jasmine did want to ring it... very much. She had become aware of the emptiness of the apartment; the shadowy corners of it were now threatening. She decided she could resist the temptation. She was stronger than that. She was a big girl, and she could pull through this. She wilfully put her head down and shut her eyes. Within moments they flew open again. The images were beating against her eyelids, and it didn't seem that she could keep them shut. She fell off the couch and began to cry as she realised she could not do this alone. She wiped her face on the blanket and picked up her phone. The doorbell rang about ten minutes later. Jasmine went to answer, doing her best to conceal the fact that she'd been crying. But when she opened the door and saw Lizzie, she somehow completely collapsed and began to bawl. Lizzie frowned and put her arm around her, shutting the door behind them. Jasmine completely fell into Lizzie's arms, unable to control her emotions. They suddenly came flooding out. Lizzie made soft cooing noises, trying to calm Jasmine. She sat Jasmine down on her lap on the sofa and drew the blanket round her. Jasmine's head was buried in Lizzie's shoulder, her chest shuddering and heaving with the terrible effort of crying. Lizzie held Jasmine gently, and Jasmine clutched at her jacket, waiting for the fear to subside. Jasmine awoke to the foreign smell of something cooking in her apartment. She opened her eyes and found she was lying on the sofa under her blanket, and listening to something sizzling and someone humming. She stretched a little and got to her feet to make her way to the kitchen. Lizzie was making pancakes. She saw one jump out of the pan and fall on its other side. "Good morning," Lizzie said warmly as she lifted the pan off the stove, "I made breakfast." Jasmine stared. The table was set properly with a pile of pancakes in the middle, and the kitchen smelled inviting for once. She hardly ever cooked. There was maple syrup and lemon and sugar and ice cream, and a sunflower beamed on her window sill. She never bought flowers. "You're upset," Lizzie said, misinterpreting Jasmine's shock response, "I'm sorry. I thought you might like—" "No... I do.... No, it's... I just never... Thankyou." Lizzie seemed to relax a little and put the last pancake on the plate. She turned the stove off and pulled a chair out for Jasmine. "Why?" Jasmine asked, feeling completely irrational tears well. "Why what?" asked Lizzie, frowning in confusion. "Why have you done all of this? You've already done so much for me..." "You need it. Sit down." Jasmine followed instructions and sat down. "Tuck in," Lizzie said as she sat down herself. They ate all of the pancakes, and Jasmine felt significantly better for it. Lizzie said it was a happy food, and Jasmine tended to agree. She had the shower she was desperate for, and found the hot water was very cleansing to her body and her spirit. It recovered her somehow, in ways nothing else could. Not even pancakes. She climbed out of the shower and inspected the wound on her brow. It looked nasty, but certainly better than yesterday. Not so huge and swollen. She put on jeans and a t-shirt and brushed her teeth, and now felt much more human. But she was still very glad that she could hear Lizzie moving around in her kitchen. Jasmine came back to the kitchen to find Lizzie stacking her rarely-used dishwasher. "I've got a new dressing and some anti-septic for your cut," Lizzie said. She reached into her jacket and retrieved a bottle and some cotton buds. "Hop up on the bench and I'll put them on." Jasmine jumped onto the bench as Lizzie took off her jacket and came up in front of her, opening the bottle. She carefully dipped the cotton bud in the pungent anti-septic. It smelled like hospital. "This might sting." It did sting, quite a bit, enough for Jasmine to realise how deep the cut was. She tried to keep her mind off the pain. She looked at Lizzie's face. She was concentrating on Jasmine's cut, and her bright blue eyes were electric as ever. Jasmine noticed that Lizzie looked a lot like a statue of Artemis she had seen long ago. She had the same strong and yet soft face. Her body had the same Grecian proportions about it. As Lizzie shut the antiseptic, their eyes met. Jasmine felt a rush of emotion plunge through her body. She couldn't stop herself. She planted her lips on Lizzie's. For a moment they were completely motionless, just connected by mouth. Jasmine pulled away in embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she said meekly, "I don't know what came over me." Lizzie ran a hand forward over her own hair and it landed on Jasmine's thigh. "I think you're still upset from last night." She said quietly, "Why don't we go out? Take your mind off things?" Lizzie took Jasmine for a long drive to the countryside, where they visited a big old mansion with open gardens. They had lunch in the fancy haute cuisine restaurant that had been implanted there, and went for a long walk in the nearby town and the hills. They talked, not much, but it wasn't awkward. Lizzie didn't seem like much of a talker, Jasmine had already picked up on this. It was nice though. Even if Lizzie wasn't very talkative, she was kind, and Jasmine felt safe with her. But there was more to it than that. Jasmine was feeling less and less of the pain of her attack, and more and more of that rush of emotion she'd felt in the kitchen. Every time Lizzie fixed her with those eyes, she felt something. She supposed it was the stirring so often spoken about in romance novels. It was a stirring; it was very stirring, so much so that she could barely think about anything else. It was like nearly tripping over, that kick in the gut, every time Lizzie looked at her. But she'd never felt that way about a woman. She wasn't that way inclined. And yet she was so drawn to Lizzie it was hard to keep her heartbeat in check. What was happening? She felt drowsy and unfocused, and she desperately wanted to be somewhere private. "Let's go home," Jasmine said quietly as they walked up the main street of the town. "Is something wrong?" Lizzie asked with concern. "No, I just want to be... home again." Jasmine spent most of the ride home looking across at Lizzie, trying to be subtle about it. She wanted desperately to simply reach across the drive-train and kiss Lizzie, only softly, but enough to make her know. After an excruciating journey, Lizzie pulled up to Jasmine's apartment block. "Do you want me to stay with you?" Lizzie asked seriously and shyly. Those blue eyes fixed on Jasmine again, and she could think of very little. "I would like that... I mean, if it's not too much trouble." Lizzie pulled herself out of the car and followed Jasmine up the stairs. As she entered the apartment and removed her jacket, Lizzie said, "I'll be on the couch if you need me." "No," Jasmine replied before she had time to think about the craziness, "Don't sleep on the couch. Sleep in my bed. With me." Jasmine felt herself being stupid and she heard herself telling herself she was stupid. "I mean, there's no reason for you to be uncomfortable. The bed is big enough for both of us." Lizzie looked at her. "Are you sure?" She asked dubiously. Jasmine struggled to say the right thing, the convincing thing. "I think that I... need you... close to me." Lizzie followed Jasmine into the bedroom. The bed was still unmade. "Make yourself at home," Said Jasmine as she disappeared into her wardrobe to change. She heard the sounds of Lizzie getting undressed, and she wondered just how undressed she would be, and felt a hot tingle between her legs and that kick in her stomach. But she tried to focus herself on what she herself would wear. Nothing too slovenly, but nothing that looked like she'd tried. She eventually found an old but tight t-shirt and grinned at it. She slipped it on along with a fresh pair of panties, and hoped deliriously. When she returned to her bedroom, she found Lizzie in the bed with her arms folded awkwardly on her stomach. Her black tank top was showing over the blanket. Not as undressed as she was hoping for. Jasmine turned off the lights and slid quietly in between the crisp, cold sheets. She wriggled and shivered. "Cold?" Lizzie whispered. "A little." Lizzie wriggled closer. Jasmine felt Lizzie's body meld to her own. She felt her long legs bending to her own, and the swelling of breasts against her back. Another rush flooded her and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs. Lizzie snaked an arm around Jasmine's waist. Jasmine's nipples cried out for Lizzie to touch them. She could feel Lizzie's breath on her neck. "Better?" "Yes," Whispered Jasmine. She was extremely aware of Lizzie's hand on her stomach, and was willing it to move down, or up... somewhere, anywhere. "Are you alright?" Lizzie whispered, concern creeping into her voice again. "Yes, why?" "Your breathing has gone shallow." "Has it?" "Yes. Relax," Lizzie cooed, "You're safe." Lizzie pulled Jasmine a little closer. She couldn't hold out any more. With a groan Jasmine grabbed Lizzie's hand with both of hers and pushed it between her legs. She rubbed her clothed mound against the palm of Lizzie's hand and teased one of her nipples with her own. "Jasmine..." Lizzie began worriedly. "Please," Jasmine pleaded, "I need you to touch me." "I think you're still..." "It has nothing to do with that. Please, I need you to touch me." "I'm not even a le-" "Neither am I." Lizzie seemed to hesitate momentarily, but Jasmine felt her strong hand gently cupping her. "Are you sure?" Lizzie whispered faintly. Jasmine turned around to face Lizzie and slowly, gently, kissed her. Lizzie was hesitant at first, but eventually she relaxed. As they both began to realise they were really doing this, they increased the pace and vigour, and they clambered to wrap themselves around one another. Jasmine felt Lizzie's hands slithering under her t-shirt, up her back and down again to her backside. Adrenaline flashed through Jasmine's body as Lizzie squeezed Jasmine's buttocks and drove her hips into her own. Jasmine forced her arms between them and wrestled her hands under Lizzie's top to feel her breasts. She grasped and fondled them as their tongues flitted and flickered in each other's mouths, more and more frantic every second. Lizzie pulled Jasmine's t-shirt off and ran her fingers lightly over her chest. Jasmine's eyelids flickered heavily as she yanked at the base of Lizzie's top. Lizzie ripped her own top off and rolled on top of Jasmine. Lizzie's mouth slowly departed from Jasmine's and began to lick and suck its way down Jasmine's neck to her delicate breasts. Lizzie's mouth teasingly took it's time reaching one nipple, and her fingers did the same with the other. Jasmine groaned and grabbed Lizzie's head, trying to move her. Eventually both mouth and fingers grazed Jasmine's nipples and she arched her back violently, forcing her breasts into Lizzie's face. Lizzie pinched Jasmine's nipple and she yelped it sent a jolt to Jasmine's clit. She adored each of Jasmine's nipples with her mouth and Jasmine grasped her head tightly, her hips bucking desperately into Lizzie's abdomen. Lizzie's mouth began to move lower, and Jasmine became wetter and wetter, her legs automatically spreading wider as Lizzie's tongue circled her navel and continued south, excruciatingly slowly. Again Jasmine was unable to stop herself from grabbing Lizzie's head and pushing it downward. But this time Lizzie paid her no mind and continued her ecstatic torture. She slid Jasmine's panties down and stayed horrendously long at the very top of her lips, so long that Jasmine screamed incomprehensible sounds as she clutched at Lizzie's head. Then she gave Jasmine's clit one quick swipe with the tip of her tongue. Jasmine shivered as her body responded. Lizzie circled the sensitive bud with her tongue and then gently dipped her tongue into Jasmine. Her legs automatically opened even wider, as wide as she could manage. Lizzie's tongue circled and flitted over Jasmine's clit, slowly increasing the pace. One of her hands reached up to knead Jasmine's breasts, and the other was tickling her labia, insinuating itself inside her. One finger gently slid in, and then another, and that tongue continued to tease her clit, Jasmine groaned as her world shut down, until she was aware only of her breasts and her pussy. She clutched and wrenched the bed sheets and she called out Lizzie's name as her ecstasy rose and rose and rose, beyond Jasmine's belief. She grabbed Lizzie's head and screamed her name again as her pleasure exploded magnificently, hurling Jasmine into throes of wordless, flawless pleasure. The Rescuer Darkness as deep as the ocean kept Nell rooted in the spot that she stood. Far from the car, only silence kept her company. "Stupid." There, that was better. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." The sound of her own whispered voice comforted her. "All alone in the dark, in the woods, in a new place, just so ya didn't have to walk eight miles to town. What was it called? Spiritus? How silly." Nell kept talking, trying to calm her racing heart. "Why not cut through the woods at four o'clock in the morning? It's not dark and spooky at all. No wild animals that would eat you and pick their teeth with your bones. No serial killers waiting to jump out at you with an ax..." Her voice trailed off as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Something was wrong.. Wrong-er than it had been. Up ahead, in the much distant horizon, a couple of lights shone like beacons. That was where she was headed. When her car ran out of gas, she figured going by the road would probably take her longer, so she opted for the shortcut through the woods. Great idea. Now she stood rooted in place, like a lamb led to slaughter. "Just wonderful." "Ma'am, do you need some help?" Nell screeched. "Calm down! I- my dogs started barking and I came to see what was going on. Are you all right?" "Are you insane?! I am not all right!" Nell hissed between her teeth. "I'm sorry. Have a nice day." The man wheeled around and was almost instantly swallowed by the darkness. "Wait! I'm sorry! Please, come back!" Nell plunged into the darkness after him. "Ready to play nice?" Nell whirled. He was behind her. Maybe this wasn't so smart. "Yes. How did you get back there?" "You went the wrong way." He lifted one giant shoulder in a shrug. Morning was just barely lighting the sky, so she could only slightly make out his features. He was huge at any rate, well over six foot. He towered over her, and she was five foot ten. His face was open and had strong features. He was handsome, and that in itself was dangerous. "What's your name?" The giant asked. "Nell Wilson. Yours?" "Parker Green. Pleased to meet you." "Likewise. So you live around here?" Nell huffed a nervous laugh. "Just up the road a ways." "I didn't hear dogs barking." She spoke, suspicious. "They didn't really bark.. More just chuffed. And they were in the house. You'll meet them. But they don't make noise for the fun of it, so I decided to check things out." Nell felt a little better, but not much. He was still a stranger in a strange place. She explained to him about her car, her bright idea about the shortcut, and her general terror of the night. Parker laughed, and assured her that daylight was coming soon. "Come on up to my house, and get rested up. I'll come back with gas for your car, then drive it on over to my place." Suddenly exhausted, Nell only nodded her thanks. The past several hours had finally caught up with her. The house was small, and slightly run-down, but nothing a coat of paint couldn't fix. It was quaint, and Nell liked it immediately. Parker swung the front door open, and two Yellow Labs abruptly sniffed her, then began licking her hands. "Wow. What good guard dogs you have." Parker laughed. "They just like you." He motioned for her to follow him, and led her to what she assumed was his bedroom. "Here you are, my lady. Get some sleep. Could I have your keys, please?" Nell fished the keys out of her pocket and tossed them at her host. "I'll be back in a few." Nell laid down, feeling very secure for some reason. One of the dogs jumped up and laid at the foot of the bed, and the other laid on the floor beside it. Duly protected, Nell fell asleep almost instantly. It seemed like only minutes later, Parker was shaking her awake. She smelled coffee. A tongue lapped at her face. Nell scrunched her eyebrows and she heard a masculine laugh. "Wake up, gorgeous." "What time is it?" "Almost noon." Nell felt the bed shift, and she finally opened her eyes. Parker was perched on the edge, and he held out a cup of coffee. "Figured you'd need this." He smiled. "Thank you. I slept like the dead." "You were out. Good news is your car is parked out front, and your tank is full of gas." Parker scooted back, as if he were uncomfortable being that close. "Is there bad news?" "Not really. I just.. Don't really want you to leave." The corner of his mouth twitched up into a small smile. "Trust me. Give me a few minutes and you'll be the one leaving." They laughed together, and started in on getting to know each other a little. After a few minutes, Parker offered her his shower. "I'll throw your clothes in the washer. You'll have to wear something of mine, but only for a little while." Nell forgot she had a suitcase in her trunk, but when she opened her mouth to say something, she closed it again. For some reason, she wanted to feel this man's clothing on her. Parker has his back turned to her, and he dug out a long sleeved, button down flannel shirt. "This ought to do. At least it will be long enough. Just throw your clothes in the hall when you're finished, er, undressing." Nell almost thought he was blushing. She did as she was told, then stepped under the stream of hot water. She sighed in delight, and thought about her mystery host. He hadn't said much about himself really, once she thought about it. One thing she knew for sure was that he was gorgeous. Sandy blonde hair that was just a touch too long... those big, friendly green eyes.. There was something about him that spoke of trust. She wanted to trust him. No, she already did. Nell knew with all certainty, that he was not a psycho. He was too open. But wait, he didn't really share.. She shook her head impatiently. She wasn't awake enough to try and muddle through the puzzle. He was nice, he had helped her, and she felt safe. That was enough for now. The water pressure changed slightly, but the temperature did not. Apparently her host had thrown her things in the washer. Nell washed her face and her hair, feeling like an intruder, smelling of his soap. It was a fresh smell, but it was a little manly. Oh well, she was sort of in the woods, so smelling kind of like a pine tree was fitting. There wasn't a washcloth, so she rubbed the bar of soap in her hands and began to wash her body. Nell's eyes closed and she enjoyed the feeling of getting clean after her hike in the woods. Suddenly, Parker's face came into view of her mind's eye, and she felt herself getting turned on. She longed to run her fingers through his hair, feel it tickle her palms. His green eyes flared with longing, and before Nell quite knew what she was doing, her hand had slipped between her legs. Her breathing became shallow as she caressed herself. The water came out of the shower head forcefully, almost stinging her skin where it hit. Her nipples puckered, and she moved slightly so the water bit into them. The soap was rinsed from her body, and the water cascaded down onto her hand as she spread her lips apart and rubbed her clit gently. Nell became wet and it had nothing to do with the water. "Nell? I'm just going to leave a towel in here for you. I'm sorry I forgot. And here's a washcloth." Nell jerked, her eyes flying open as the washcloth sailed over the shower curtain. She reached up and caught it. "T-thank you." "No problem. Sorry to pop in here like that." "It's okay." Nell's breath came in short gasps. Wide awake now and torn from her fantasy, she felt herself blush. "Stupid." Nell muttered, and lathered up the rag. She washed herself quickly, and as she swiped the washcloth between her legs, she moaned. Her clit was still sensitized, and she hadn't had an orgasm. There was a tug in her abdomen that wanted fulfillment, but she had been in there long enough already. Rinsing, she stepped from the heat of the shower and quickly dried off. There was something erotic anyway about putting on this man's shirt. Now that she had had her little episode in the shower, her pussy pulsed as she pulled it on and got a whiff of something that was part laundry detergent, part man. Nell groaned. Having no panties to put on was going to cause her issues. She quickly toweled off between her legs a little better, but it wasn't helping. Giving up, she exited the bathroom. Parker was in the kitchen making sandwiches. In the daylight, and now that she was fully awake, she could now see that he was probably about her age, maybe a few years older. "Hungry?" "Famished." "Have a seat." Parker turned with a smile on his face. It faded somewhat as he took her in. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. Apparently she looked pretty good in his shirt. It hung almost to her knees, so she didn't feel indecent. Desire lit his eyes, and she caught a glimpse before he turned away to grab their plates. He had made bacon sandwiches on toast, and he sat a plate containing lettuce and tomato, as well as a jar of mayonnaise between them. He tore open a bag of chips then sat down. More idle chit chat where he didn't reveal much of anything. It didn't matter to Nell. She was too busy eating. She was also too busy thinking about the fact that she didn't have panties on, and that his big, strong hands were only about a foot away from her. She pressed her legs together, but that only served to increase her arousal. Nell tried to think of other things, but it was impossible. Parker stood to refill their iced tea and turned quickly, but not before she caught a glimpse of his cock, straining against his jeans. Heat flooded her cheeks. What she saw before he turned away was impressive, and she wanted him inside her. She wanted him to make love to her, and then fuck her. Maybe the other way around. Maybe just fuck her at this rate. All Nell knew was that she wanted it, and wanted it now. Parker made his way back to the table and sat down quickly. They continued to eat and drink, but at that point, neither one was focused on their meal. Once the plates were pushed away, something clicked. They both stood, and Parker hoisted her up against himself, and his mouth claimed hers with bruising force. Nell moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, both hands diving into his hair and pulling his face to hers. They kissed hungrily, devouring each other's mouths. Nell bit at his bottom lip, and he slid both hands under the shirt, groaning as he met bare flesh. Parker half carried, half dragged her through the kitchen to the living room, and she bumped up against the back of the couch. Using that for leverage, his tongue invaded her mouth, dueling with hers. Grabbing her ass with one hand, he slid the other around front and immediately found her clit. Nell gasped into his mouth as he rubbed it, sliding his index and middle finger on either side of it. He scissored his fingers together, squeezing and flicking it, and Nell became putty in his hands. He moved his fingers quickly, sliding them around, feeling her wetness. Her pussy throbbed and her muscles clenched, begging for him to fill her. Nell tore her mouth from his and whimpered, trailing kisses along his jaw and neck. Her hands fell down to the waist of his pants, and she made quick work of releasing his cock. It sprang free, rock hard and large. Her eyes widened slightly. He was thicker than any other man she'd ever been with, but not really any longer. The thought of how nicely he would stretch her had Nell moaning again as she bent and took the head into her mouth. "Not this time." Parker tugged her back up by her hair gently. He pushed on her chest lightly, leaning her backwards over the couch. He kept his hand there as he crouched, and his mouth settled onto her pussy. She bucked against him, and he restrained her hips with his free hand. Parker's lips sealed around her clit and he sucked gently, his tongue flicking back and forth across it quickly. A whimper came from Nell's throat as she came. Parker stood and lifted her up, and while she was getting her arms secured around his neck, he guided his cock to the entrance of her. He let go of her with his arms, and gravity and her weight impaled her on his cock. Nell gasped as her pussy stretched to embrace him, and she wrapped her legs more tightly around his waist. Parker's head dropped back as he groaned, his cock arching within her. After a moment of adjustment, he caught her hips in a biting grip and started walking. Each step drove him into her, bumping his cock against her womb. Nell cried out with each jolt, and her pussy trembled around him. She was more than wet, more than ready, and on the verge of another orgasm. Parker finally stopped when her back bumped against the wall. He braced her against it with his hips, and grabbed her arms, unwinding them from his neck. She slipped down a notch, falling more heavily onto him. She yelped again, her hips writhing against him. Parker pinned her wrists against the wall with his hands, and bent his knees slightly. His cock slipped out a fraction of an inch. With force, he straightened himself quickly, pounding his cock back inside of her. Nell screamed again. "Are you feeling this?" Parker said through his teeth, his mouth an inch away from her mouth. "God, yes.. Parker.." Nell rolled her head uselessly from side to side. He did that a few times... withdrawing slowly, then ramming back inside of her. Nell was helpless with her arms pinned, and no amount of begging would get him to just fuck her right. She was practically in tears of frustration when Parker drew back and released her arms. She wound them around his neck, and he carried her back across the room. Again, each footstep drove him deep inside her, and she almost came again. He stopped at the couch and pulled out of her, then turned her quickly. Nell bent over the arm of the couch, resting her forearms on the cushion of the seat. She let her forehead rest on the seat as well while she waited to be invaded. It didn't happen. Nell was about to turn her head when she felt a warm tongue lick the length of her slit. She jerked forward and let out a sigh. Parker was gentle as he lapped at her pussy, sucking her lips in turn. His tongue delved inside of her, exploring her inner walls, then slid up to her clit, circling it slowly. "Please.. Parker, fuck me. Please." His mouth disappeared and she heard a rustle of clothing. He flipped the tail of her shirt up over her back, and finally, finally, she felt the head of his cock bump against her entrance. With one thrust, he was hilt deep inside of her. Another whimper from her, and a groan from him. Parker grabbed her hips and held them still as he rocked against her ass. With each thrust, his balls slapped against her clit and she shivered. Parker set the tempo, but it didn't stay slow for long. He pulled farther and farther out of her, and plunged back in quicker. The arm of the couch bit into the fronts of her thighs, but Nell was past caring. Parker reached one arm around the front of her, and his fingers mercilessly sought her clit. He rubbed it roughly as he fucked her, and in a few short moments her pussy was convulsing around him. Parker groaned and tried to hold back, but it was no use. The minute she started clamping around him he let go. It happened faster than he expected, but he shuddered with the release as he filled her with his cum. Nell came again, and he took his hand off her clit, grabbing her by both hips and pulling her back against him as the last few spurts left him. They were both breathing hard, and sweat had plastered Nell's already wet hair to her forehead. Parker straightened his back and withdrew quickly. He stripped off his shirt and pressed it between Nell's legs, catching their fluids. Once she was cleaned up, he helped her stand. The fronts of her thighs were red and almost rug-burned. Parker dropped to one knee and kissed each leg in turn. "I'm sorry." "I'm not." Nell swayed as she smiled. Parker lifted her into his arms as he stood and carried her back to the bedroom. He laid her down gently, and tucked her in. Kissing her forehead, he left the room. Nell was asleep instantly. ~*~ Jerking awake, Nell blinked rapidly. Not understanding her surroundings, she closed her eyes again. The chirping of birds brought her to the point that she had to open her eyes and figure out what the hell was going on. She was in her car, on the side of the road. Squinting against the sunlight, Nell opened her door and got out to stretch. That had been a dream? A soreness between her legs suggested otherwise. Glancing around to make sure no cars were coming, she jerked down her jeans. The fronts of her thighs were damaged, just as they had been. "What the hell?" Nell whispered to herself. Why was she in her car on the road again? Why wasn't she at Parker's house, having a post-coital cuddle? Was he that big of an ass, that be brought her back out to the middle of no where? Looking through the trees, she could see what she thought might be his house. "That asshole." Nell got back in her car, and sure enough, her tank was full. "He really put me back out here!" She drove around to the side road and turned, and in a few minutes was back at the house. It looked worse than it had that morning. It was odd... all that it needed earlier was a coat of paint.. But now... Utter and complete disrepair. Windows were missing. The front porch was sagging. "What the hell?" Nell couldn't think of a more fitting sentence. She wandered around the house, and came to a stop beside a tree. She rubbed her eyes with both hands, wondering if she was dreaming. Nell turned, and she stumbled over some overgrowth. There was something hard beneath it. She reached down and pushed the vines away, and her hands flew to her mouth. Parker Green April 19, 1979 - August 27, 2009 Beloved son. Nell made it to her car before she started screaming. The Rescuer "Well, that's about it. Been pretty quiet, nothing else to report. You have a good shift, ya'hear." "I plan to, Bob, I plan to," I replied. "See you same time tomorrow." Bob put his flashlight and nightstick in his locker, and then waved me goodbye. I scanned the security monitors. Nothing doing. Being the security guard for a big, downtown office block had its ups and downs, but doing night shift was definitely one of the boring bits. Nothing ever happened. A tour of the building might help pass the time until my next donut break, I decided. With my flashlight and trusty gun by my side, I rode the elevator upwards. Bing! 39th floor. Finkelstein and Associates, Attorneys at Law. I opened the office door with my master key. My flashlight pierced the darkness to reveal...nothing. Of course. Just as the security cameras were showing, nothing was happening. I locked the doors again, and went down the fire escape to the next floor down. I was a bit out of breath by the time I reached the next office. Man, I really needed to lose a bit of weight and exercise more. But then again, having a big frame was sometimes an advantage in my job. OK, next office. Tate and Stephens Advertising Agency. Same deal: open the door, shine flashlight in, see nothing of any interest, lock door again. I ambled slowly down to the 37th floor, housing the GoldmanSmithLynch suites. They were some big investment company, or something. I didn't really know what they did. But that didn't matter, all I needed to do was take a quick look in. Unlock the door, poke head in, wave flashlight around. Except this time, I see something unusual. A light is on in one of the corner offices. Maybe they just forgot to turn the light off. I needed to check. I pushed open the door to the office with the light on, and light spilled out into the rest of the suite. My eyes were so used to the darkness of the rest of the building that I was temporarily blinded by the light. When my eyes finally adjusted to the glare, I could hardly believe what I saw in front of me. There was a woman bent over a desk. At first, I thought she was dead or unconscious, but then I saw her wriggling around on the desk. I soon realized why she was moving around like that: she was tied to the table and she was trying to get free. My first instinct was to rush in and free her, but then I stopped and considered the situation. I looked more closely. She was a small woman with straight black hair that was about shoulder length. She had a blindfold over her eyes, but by what I could see of her face, she was between about 25 and 30. She had full, red lips which were pouting with effort and annoyance. She wore a knee length beige dress, all business, but looking sexy over her tight, petite body, especially with her butt wiggling about. There were ropes around the ankles of her black, knee high leather boots, each rope then tied to two of the legs of the table, making her stand with her legs spread apart. Her wrists were tied to the legs on the other side of the table, which was why she could not move from this bent over position. I stood in the doorway savoring this delicious sight before noticing some other things. The sign on the door said 'Amy Wong, Asian Desk'. A hand written poster on the side wall said 'Welcome aboard Amy!' The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. I may not know what this company did, but I did know its reputation. They were famous for their initiation ceremonies of new staff. More than once, security guards would have to rescue new recruits of this company from embarrassing situations. But this, I had never seen before. I looked at the woman again. Yep, she looked Asian alright, even with the blindfold over her eyes I could still tell. Man, I loved the look of Asian chicks: their delicate, round faces, their delicate bodies, their smooth, smooth skin. I've always lusted after them, but I had never tasted oriental pussy before. None of them were particularly interested in an overweight, middle-aged dude. I knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Slowly, I crept up behind her. She stopped moving, as if finally sensing my presence. "Jim, is that you?" she asked in a thick, Chinese accent. "Barry? Steve? Let me go. You have fun. Ha ha. Let me go." Good. She didn't know who I was. I knew I had to stay silent. I bent down slowly started lifting up the hem of her dress. "What you doing?" she snapped as soon as she realized what was happening. "Mike? Stop it, Mike!" She started to struggle again, but her bonds held her tightly. I had no problem lifting the dress over her round ass and bunching it around her waist. What a sight she was now. Her relatively short but shapely legs were now completely on display. Such smooth, porcelain skin. I wanted to feel and to taste that beautiful skin right now, but I resisted the temptation. I was going to take this one slow. Bent over the table as she was accentuated her round, pert butt. She was wearing black thong panties and her luscious cheeks were clearly on display. Her futile struggling only made her ass look sexier. Oh man, I could look at this all day! "Let me go! Now!" she protested again. Then a stream of what sounded like Chinese cuss words spewed from her mouth. Meanwhile, I looked around for a way to get those panties off. There was no way I could just pull them off because her legs were held so widely apart. Eventually I found what I was looking for - a pair of scissors. I hooked one side of the panties in my left hand. Snip! The material snapped away to her other leg. "What you doing!? Stop!" Slowly I took hold of the other side of the panties. Snip! The thong panties fell to the floor in a small heap. She yelled some more, in a mixture of Chinese and English. I stood back to admire my handiwork. I had never seen such a sexy sight. Her glorious pussy was now on display for me. Her legs were completely bare, except for those spike heeled leather boots, which just accentuated her nakedness. And the tight ropes straining around her ankles highlighted her helplessness. I got down on my knees and pushed my face to her honey pot. I got as close as I could without actually touching her, close enough for her to feel my hot breath on her bare pussy. She stopped moving, mortified. She must have known that I was close. I took a long, deep sniff and breathed in her heady aroma. I wanted to take her now, but I was deliberately slowed down, letting her think about what I might be doing next. "No. No. No," she repeated as I held still for an eternity. Eventually, I stuck my tongue out and lightly touched her clit. She gasped softly. "Please. Don't." I flicked my tongue on her clit again, and she gasped again, louder. The lips of her pussy were becoming visibly moist. I became more vigorous now, licking her little button harder. By the sounds she was making, she certainly didn't mind. I licked in and around her cunt hole now, tasting her juices. I had always heard that Asian pussy tasted different, but I never knew it would taste so good. God, if Chinese take-out tasted this good, I would want it every night! The more I lapped at her muff, the more obviously excited she was getting. Her verbal protests had now turned into moans of pleasure. I could tell that she was close to cumming. I licked and sucked her clit harder and faster now. Her panting became louder and more rapid. And then I stopped. Just before she reached her climax, I quickly stepped away. It was cruel, but I didn't want her to cum. Not just yet. I wanted to leave her there, tied up, on the verge and wanting more. I let her catch her breath for a minute or two. Then I walked up until I was standing next to her ear. Slowly, but emphatically, I unzipped my fly. She heard the unmistakable noise and started to struggle again. "No, no," she started to murmur again. I walked back behind her again, undid my belt buckle and let my pants drop. Out sprang my rock hard cock. My dick wasn't that long, maybe 7 or 8 inches or so, but all my girlfriends said it was pretty wide. Like, almost Coke can wide. Kinda shaped like me body, I suppose. I rested the head just at her wet opening. The veins on my thick shaft were pulsing, waiting to slide into her love hole. She felt my invader push ever so slightly into her pussy. She started to wriggle her butt around, trying to avoid the inevitable. But the ropes did not yield and her struggling made this moment all the more delicious. "Don't. Please. No. I have big boyfriend. He come after you." I grabbed onto her hips and pushed a fraction of an inch in. "Ungh! No!" Her hole was stretching more and more as I continued my entry. I had to push hard just to get my prick head in. She was already feeling so tight, and there was a long way to go. "Stop! You too big!" I had wondered myself if it would all fit. "I suck you! You stop and I suck you instead!" I considered this. It sure would be sweet to have a hot Chinese bitch blow my meat whistle, but I knew that what I really wanted to do was to fuck her tits off. And I knew exactly where I would rather deposit my seed. I pretended to pull out a little bit, and she seemed to be relieved, but then I gave a really hard thrust, burying my bone in another inch or so. "Oh! Ow! It hurt!" she screamed. It felt so tight that I had no doubt that it did hurt. She had obviously never had anyone as big as me before. But I didn't care. I kept drilling mercilessly deeper, ignoring her pleas. "Stop! You killing me! Please, stop! STOP!!!" With one last push, I was all the way into her fully stretched twat. I gave her a second to get used accommodating my wide load, then I started to ream her out hard. This made her scream all the more loudly, though they sounded more and more like groans of pleasure as I continued to pump her. I looked up and noticed that we were facing a large floor to ceiling window. Through it I could see the whole city below us, lights of a million offices and streetlights stretched out as far as the eye could see. In the glass I could dimly see the reflection her blindfolded face, contorted with intense pleasure and pain. It was like I was in heaven. I had a little Oriental hottie impaled on my cannon, squealing lustfully as I rammed her from behind. And I was doing it here on top of the city, for everyone to see. "Oh yeah! You so big! Ooh, I like! I like!", she yelled between moans, sometimes lapsing into Chinese And then, all of a sudden, she came. Her screams built up to an ear-piercing level before she descended into an incoherency. At the same time, I felt the muscles inside her cunt contract rhythmically. I had never felt anything like it, it was as if her pussy was repeatedly gripping and letting go of my cock. It was all I could do to not cum right there and then. I had to pause for a few seconds. "No. Don't stop," she begged. "Do more. I like. Do more, please." Well, I was too much of a gentleman to refuse a lady's request, so I grabbed her hips even more securely and continued to slam her tail. She was really getting into it now. She shook her head as she moaned and made little fists with her hands that strained at the ropes holding her wrists. And before I knew it, she orgasmed again, even harder than last time. Again, her vagina started to squeeze my cock. I couldn't hold on any longer. A couple more strokes, and I exploded inside her. My own climax lasted forever; I must have dumped gallons of my jizz inside her. But it wasn't enough for her insatiable cunt because it kept contracting, milking every last drop out of my cock. "Oh, oh, oh..." she cooed as we both recovered. I pulled out and regarded my softening dick covered with a mixture of our love juices. I reached down to grab the tattered remains of her g-string and wiped my shaft clean. I put it back on the floor again, carefully placing it beneath her dripping pussy. I put my uniform on and lowered her skirt, but I did not loosen her ropes. It became obvious to her that I was leaving her here tied up. "Don't leave. Let me go." I started to walk out. "No, wait! What your name? I need to know! What your name?!" she implored as I quietly shut the door. But I had other things to take care of. I hurriedly caught the lift down to the security station. I checked every monitor. Good. My little deed was not caught on the video tapes. I waited 15 minutes, then I went back up to the 37th floor. I made a big noise out of opening the main door of the GoldmanSmithLynch offices as if doing my rounds before I went into Amy Wong's room. I opened the door. "Oh my God, ma'am! Are you alright!" I exclaimed in mock surprise. "What are you? What your name?" she cried out. "It's OK, it's OK. I am the security guard. Here, let me get you free," I reassured her. I took the blindfold off to let her see my uniform. I could now see her big, almond eyes. She was actually quite stunning to look at. Innocent, yet red hot. She relaxed a bit when she saw that I really was the security guard and I untied her. She looked a bit stiff as she stood up, no doubt as much as from my vigorous fucking as from being tied up for so long. "Oh thank you, thank you!" she gushed as she hugged me. "My rescuer!" Then she paused before asking me "Did you see a man go out of office? 10 minutes ago?" I shook my head. "No, ma'am." "Oh," was all she said, and she looked a little sad. "Are you sure you are alright?" I asked again, doing a great acting job if I say so myself. "Yes. I go home now," she said forlornly. I walked up to the window and looked out. "Nice view", I said. I saw her reflection again in the window. She bent down and picked up her tattered thong panties, now soaked with my cum. She sniffed it deeply before putting it in her handbag. She turned and walked out unsteadily in her boots. "You take care now", I called out after her. *************** I saw Amy once in a while when I was on the day shifts. I did hear on the grapevine that she was sleeping with every man on the 37th floor. It was said that she was going through each one, looking for a certain Mr. Big that she was sure existed. But so far she had been disappointed. Her search eventually widened to other floors. Over time, her outfits became less business like and more risque. Low cut tops, short micro-mini skirts, slut heels. I even heard a rumor that she did not wear panties to work. I would get a raging hard-on every time I saw her. But I always maintained my professionalism, greeting her formally with a 'Hello, ma'am. Nice to see you again'. She would wave to me and say 'hi', always referring to me as her 'rescuer'. She never did realize that I was the Mr. Big who boned her stupid that fateful night. The Rescuer "For God's sake Mum, stop fussing I'll be fine, I'm twenty years old for christ sake," said Molly irritably as she carried her bag out to the car. "You heard what they said on the weather forecast, they've given heavy snow and it's the day before Christmas Eve, the roads will be really busy," warned her Mum, following her in and out of the house, "besides, I think you're being very selfish not spending Christmas with your family." "I'm sorry Mum but I'm not going through another Christmas like the last one, It's the same every year," the young girl moaned, "all we do is eat too much, drink too much, bicker and argue and then sit there bored stiff, watching whatever crap they've put on the telly while Grandad sits in the corner surrounded by brown ale bottles, snoring and farting, it does my bloody head in Mum." "Oh come on Molly, it's not that bad." "Yes it is Mum, I need a change." "Can't you talk some sense into her?" asked her Mum, turning to her Dad. "Nope, I've already told her that rust heap of hers won't make it all the way to bloody Cumbria," he grumbled, giving his daughter a stern look. "Yes it will," she sighed, rolling her eyes as she checked her blonde bobbed hair in the hallway mirror. "Huh, we'll see," her Dad chuckled, "I'll bet I get a phone call off you in a couple of hours in floods of tears wanting me to come and get you." "Dad, it'll be fine." "Can't you leave it a couple of days love? Just till after Christmas and then see what the weather's like?" "Mum, I'm going," Molly said firmly, "it's only for a few days; I'll be back the day after Boxing Day." "Well I still think you're being selfish," said her Mum as she watched her putting on her hooded jacket. "Why? I'm spending New Year with you aren't I?" replied Molly. "Hmm, you just make sure you ring me as soon as you get there." "Yes Mum." "And don't get too drunk." "No Mum." "And don't get yourself into any trouble; I know what you and Gemma are like when you get together." "Alright Mum, Jesus!" the young girl snapped, getting into her battered old blue Nissan Micra. Turning the key for a fourth time, the car burst into life. Easing out of the driveway, she waved at her parents who were perched on the doorstep, beeped the horn and pulled away. "Off we go then," she smiled to herself, turning up the radio. She had a long drive ahead of her but it would be worth it, she hadn't seen Gemma since she moved up there two months ago. The pair had first met at school and had been friends ever since, getting into all sorts of mischief over the years; but a few months back, Gemma had decided to quit college after she got a job offer with a firm up North that was too good to pass up. Although she was pleased for her friend, Molly really missed her, so when she invited her up for Christmas, she jumped at the chance, long drive or not. Despite considering herself to be quite a good driver, well, for a twenty year old at least, she didn't feel confident enough yet to drive on the motorway; so she was going to have to make the journey on the normal roads, which would take even longer. 'No matter, it'll take as long as it takes,' she thought. She had been on the road for just over two hours when the first flakes of snow started to fall, but it was only light so she wasn't really that worried. What was causing her a little more concern was the car; every now and then it kept misfiring and juddering. "Come on, we can make it," she muttered to herself, turning the speed up on the wipers as the snow began to fall a little heavier. It was now getting quite dark and the visibility was really poor. Seeing what she thought was her turning, she indicated and turned off down the lane. Suddenly the back end of the car slid out. "Fuck!" she gasped, turning the wheel frantically. Luckily, she managed to regain control; with her heart pounding, she slowed right down and gripped the wheel firmly, her insides churning as the old Micra misfired and juddered again. "Oh no please, come on." she groaned. The car lurched along through the worsening blizzard for about another mile or so before finally cutting out and rolling to a halt. "Oh shit...come on...come on...pleease!" Molly panicked, turning the key over and over, but to no avail. "You bastard!" she screamed, thumping the wheel; reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her mobile. "Brilliant, no fucking signal!" Now starting to feel scared, she began to get a little tearful as she looked out of the window into the gloom watching the snow beginning to pile up. Her Dad had always told her that if she ever broke down anywhere remote or in bad weather to stay in the car. Pulling up the hood on her jacket, she folded her arms and huddled down in the seat; resigning herself to being stuck there until at least morning, shivering as the howling wind buffeted the car.... She guessed she had been there for about a couple of hours when in her half awake state, she thought she could hear another vehicle approaching. Blinking as the headlights lit up the car, Molly could make out the shape of a large 4x4. Pulling up just in front of her, a figure in a hooded jacket holding a torch got out, came over and knocked on the window. "Hello? Are you okay?" asked a female voice. 'Oh thank God,' thought Molly, "No, I've broke down!" she yelled back through the glass. "Need a hand?" "Please." "Grab your stuff and come with me; you'll freeze out here luvvie," said the woman. Hesitating for a moment, the young girl accepted the stranger's invitation. "Okay." Grabbing her bags, she got out of the car and trudged over to the jeep, the woman walking alongside her. "Where were you heading?" "Emmsford," replied Molly. "Emmsford? This isn't the road for Emmsford, that's miles away, I think you've taken the wrong turning." said the stranger as they got in the jeep. "Oh, right," said the young girl, checking her mobile again. "Huh, you won't get a signal out here on that thing luvvie; my names Kathy by the way," said woman, holding out a gloved hand and pulling down her hood to reveal her flowing red hair with silver grey streaks in the fringe. Molly guessed she was around late forties with brown eyes and a warm friendly smile. "Molly," the girl replied, taking the hand and smiling nervously. "Oh, that's a nice name," Kathy smiled, "why don't you come back to my place? I've got a landline, you can phone from there if you like." "Erm...okay, thank you." "No problem," Kathy chirped as they slowly pulled away, "poor little thing, you must be bloody frozen, how long have you been there?" "About a couple of hours; the stupid thing just cut out and then wouldn't start again," replied the young girl, pulling down her hood and unzipping her jacket as she started to warm up a little. As they drove along chatting away, Kathy discreetly studied her young passenger; she was quiet short, barely five feet, she guessed. She was quite chubby and had a cherub like face with soft features and a cute smile, all crowned by her blonde hair that was cut into a bob style. Although she was a little on the young side for Kathy's taste, it would at least be nice to have some company for a little while; turning off the lane, they arrived at Kathy's cottage. "Here we are," she smiled, undoing her seat belt, "do you need a hand with your stuff?" "No thanks it's okay," said Molly, looking over at the small, rather bleak looking stone building. "Don't worry, it's a lot nicer inside," said Kathy, noticing the young girl's anxious expression as they made their way over to the front door. Stepping inside, Molly instantly felt the warmth from the log fire crackling away in the fireplace. "The phone's just over there in the corner," said Kathy pointing to a small table next to the sofa. "Are you sure you don't mind? I've only got a couple of calls to make." "Don't be daft, of course I don't mind," smiled the redhead as she hung up her coat, "Are you hungry?" "Erm...no I'm alright at the moment thanks." "Drink?" "Er.." "Well, I'm going to have a scotch; care to join me?" said Kathy, picking up two glasses. "Okay, just a small one" smiled Molly. "Ice?" "Yes please." As Kathy poured the drinks, Molly picked up the phone and dialed home. "Mum?...hiya.......no I didn't make it, the bloody car broke down... yeah I know, alright...no no it's alright I'm fine, this nice lady found me and took me to her place; that's where I'm phoning you from...no I haven't phoned Gemma yet, I'm gonna ring her in a minute...I don't know yet, I'll think of something...yeah alright Mum I'll see you in a few days, bye." Putting the phone, she took a sip from her glass and sighed. "You know, with the weather like it is, I doubt if you'll be able to get through to Emmsford, at least not for a few days; I'd give you a lift but I don't think even my jeep would cope with this snow and it's getting worse," said Kathy, smiling apologetically at her guest. "Hmm, I know," the young blonde muttered, looking glumly at the floor. "Erm...you're quite welcome to stay here," Kathy offered, "I've got a spare room, the bed's already made, I got it ready for my sister, she was supposed to spending Christmas with me but obviously she can't get through now because of the snow." With no other option available, all Molly could do was accept, even if the thought of spending Christmas with a virtual stranger did make her feel a little uncomfortable. "Thank you," she said, smiling nervously and knocking back her drink. "Another?" asked her host. "Why not?" she shrugged, handing over her glass. After Molly had phoned Gemma, the pair sat chatting; the young girl telling Kathy about some of the things her and Gemma used to get up to, laughing and relaxing in the warm cosy atmosphere as the drink flowed. Not really being keen on whisky, Molly had opened a bottle of Bacardi she had originally bought for her friend, but with her being trapped there she thought she might as well make good use of it. "Hmm," smiled Kathy, shaking her head, "it's funny you know; the moment I first got a good look at you in the jeep I thought you looked like a right little bag of mischief." "I don't know what you mean?" Molly giggled drunkenly. "Yes you do, that cheeky smile of yours for a start." "Hmmm, I think I'll have a shower and get ready for bed," Molly yawned, blushing a little. "Alright luvvie, the spare room's the door on the right." "Okay "...... About ten minutes later, Molly came back downstairs dressed in her dark blue silky pyjamas. Kathy could feel the butterflies in her stomach flutter as her gaze fell on cute little blonde. "Erm...I thought I'd just have one more before I turned in," said Molly, pouring herself another large measure and settling back down on the sofa. "I hope the spare room is okay for you," said Kathy. "Yes it's lovely, thank you," her young guest smiled. "See, I told you this place is a lot nicer on the inside." "Hmm, it's very cosy," said Molly, taking another sip of her drink, "don't you ever get lonely here though?" "Hmm, sometimes," Kathy shrugged, "I didn't originally move here on my own, I was with someone." "What happened to him?" "She moved back to Manchester, her name was Annabel." "Err...oh right, sorry, I shouldn't really have asked, it's none of my business really," said Molly, taking a large gulp from her glass as she felt her face going red. "It's quite alright," giggled Kathy, smiling at her guest's flustered expression, "there's no need to be embarrassed." "Err...no no I'm not," Molly insisted, feeling her heartbeat getting faster, "I just would never have guessed you were, err...you know." "A lesbian?" the older woman smiled. "Erm, yeah." "Why; it doesn't bother you, does it?" "No no, not at all," said Molly, smiling nervously. "Okay," said Kathy, smiling back at young blonde. For a few moments the pair sat in silence; the reason Molly had been so embarrassed by Kathy's revelation wasn't because it bothered her, but because it played on her fantasies. Although considering herself to be straight, she had always wondered what it would be like to sleep with another woman, to make love, to feel another woman's skin against hers. Sure, her and Gemma had kissed a few times, but that was just messing around, they had never gone any further than that; not that she would with Gemma anyway, that just wouldn't feel right. Taking another sip from her drink, Molly tried to break the silence. "So, didn't Annabel like it up here then?" "Hmm, she tried her best, bless her," said Kathy, "but she was too used to city life I think; she got bored, we started to argue more and that was it." "How long were you together?" "Oh only a couple of years; I've been here on my own for about six months now," replied Kathy, topping up her glass. "Oh right, well I'm off to bed now," Molly yawned, getting up and stretching. "Okay luvvie." Leaning over, the young girl hugged her host. "Thanks for letting me stay," she whispered. "That's alright; well I couldn't really leave you out there could I?" Kathy smiled. Feeling a sudden rush as their eyes met, Molly kissed her softly on the cheek; fighting the temptation building within her, Kathy kissed her back on the cheek and smiled. "Go on, I'll see you in the morning," she said softly. "Okay...night," said Molly, feeling her face burning as she made her way to the stairs. "Night luvvie." Hearing her guest climbing the stairs, Kathy puffed out her cheeks and shook her head as she emptied the last drop of whisky into her glass. Despite being physically starved for months, she couldn't really take advantage of this situation, could she? Fair enough, Molly was very cute but she was also very young, whereas she was in her mid fifties, old enough to be her mother by quite a long way. Anyway, even though she thought there was something about that kiss and the way she looked at her, she couldn't be absolutely sure, it might just have been the drink. "Hmm, no I couldn't," she smiled to herself; emptying her glass, she decided to go for a shower. Lying there in the warm bed, Molly tried desperately to fall asleep, but it was no good, all she could think about was Kathy. Closing her eyes, she slipped her hand under the waistband of her pyjamas, inside her thong and gently rubbed her clit as she imagined being held and caressed by the mature redhead as she made love to her, smoothing her hands up and down her body. "Ohhh God...yes," she groaned as she rubbed harder, desperate for release. Suddenly she heard Kathy coming up the stairs; pulling her hand out of her pyjamas, she lay there rigid as Kathy walked past her door, into the bathroom and turned on the shower.... After around ten minutes in the shower, Kathy stepped out and dried herself off before wrapping another towel around her; combing her hair straight, she then stepped out on to the landing to find Molly standing in the doorway of the spare room. "Oh, sorry did you need the bathroom?" she asked. "No," replied Molly slowly pacing over to the older woman and placing her hands on her shoulders. "Molly, look I don't thi...mmmm" Cutting her off in mid sentence, Molly crushed her lips Kathy's, pushing her tongue hard into the redhead's mouth; pulling away, Kathy looked into the young girl's eyes. "Molly I.." "Pleease!" the young blonde gasped, slightly digging her fingers into Kathy's shoulders. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Kathy whispered, softly kissing and nuzzling Molly's neck. "Yes....yes...Kathy...pleeease!" "Shhhh, okay." Leading the young blonde into her bedroom, Kathy took her in her arms and laid her down on the bed, losing her balance as Molly dragged her on top of her and began kissing her once more, the young girl moaning ecstatically as she clawed the towel. "Molly, slow down...relax...there's no rush," Kathy purred as she stroked the young girl's hair and gently kissed her neck. "I want you...I want you...please," she groaned, pulling at Kathy's long hair. "Shhh sh sh...alright." Moving her hand down, Kathy unbuttoned the pyjama jacket and slipped her hand inside the bra, her finger circling the right nipple as it stiffened to her gentle touch. "Aaaaahh...oh God....yes!" Molly cried, pushing the older woman away, she sat up, quickly stripped naked and pulled at Kathy's towel. "Take it off...take it off....pleease Kathy!" she begged. Getting up off the bed, Kathy undid the knot and the towel slipped to the floor; for a woman of her age, she had a trim figure with large breasts and toned thighs, between which was a dark triangle of pubic hair. "Oh God!" Molly gasped, taking in the beautiful vision of the naked woman stood before her. In the half light coming through the door from the landing, Kathy cast her gaze over the young girl kneeling on her bed. Her figure was soft with a little bit of puppy fat around her hips, thighs and belly, with pert breasts and firm erect nipples. A thin line of dark hair down her waxed pussy confirmed Kathy's suspicions that she probably wasn't a natural blonde; but that didn't take anything away from her, she was absolutely adorable, her bright blue lust filled eyes staring wantonly back at her. Lying back down on the bed, she grabbed the chubby little blonde and kissed her passionately, their tongues wrestling as their naked bodies entwined. "Aaaahh ohhh yes yes!" Molly gasped, breaking off the kiss and running her hands all over Kathy's smooth soft skin. Rolling Molly on to her back, Kathy gently kissed down and gripped her left nipple between her teeth, slowly running her tongue over it and sending shockwaves through the young girl. "Aaaaaaahhh ohhhhhh fuck.....Kathy yeah...yeeaah!" Sucking hard on the stiff nipple, the redhead slipped her hand between Molly's legs and massaged the soft moist lips, gently stroking the swollen clitoris. "AAAAAAAHHH OH MY GOD KATHY YYYEEEEAAAAHH!" the blonde screamed, dragging her fingernails down the older woman's back. "Ow ow ow, gently baby," Kathy whispered, smiling and kissing her on the forehead. "Sorry....sorry don't stop...don't stop," she groaned, kissing and sucking Kathy's neck. "Shhh sh sh....alright." Kissing her way back down Molly's writhing body, Kathy stopped at her belly, licking and nibbling the soft flesh. With her clit throbbing unbearably, Molly tried desperately to push Kathy's head further down. "Please...please...stop teasing me...pleease!" she begged, wrapping her legs around the redhead's torso; smiling to herself, Kathy gently kissed the soft moist folds and ran her tongue over the rock hard clit. "OHHHHHHH MY GOD ...KATHY!" Molly screamed, digging her fingers into the bedclothes and shaking her head as Kathy licked and sucked at the sweet tasting flesh, pushing the young girl ever closer to blissful release. "OHHHHH GOD.....OH GOD...I'M....OH GOD KATHY!" Pushing her tongue deep inside, Kathy felt the muscles spasm as the orgasm coursed through the young girl, her body writhing in ecstasy as the waves broke over her. "OHHHHHH FFFUUCK AAYYYEEEAAHH!" "Oh my God Kathy that was beautiful," Molly sobbed as her body relaxed, falling back on the bed exhausted. "Hmm, would you like to try something else?" the redhead purred, stroking Molly's hair and gently nuzzling her neck. "Yes...oh God yes," Molly whispered, closing her eyes. "Okay baby." Slipping between Molly's legs and gripping her left thigh, Kathy slowly began to trib the young girl, gently grinding her pussy against Molly's. "Aaaahhh ohhhh oh God!" the blonde gasped, her eyes wide open. "Relax," Kathy whispered, thrusting a little harder. The Rescuer With her clit starting to swell and throb once more, Molly pushed back against the older woman's thrusts, the room filling with ecstatic gasps and moans as they pushed each other closer to the edge. Within moments, Molly threw her head back and screamed as a second climax tore through her. "AAAAAAHHHH OH GOD...NOT AGA....AAAAHHH KATHY!" Seconds later, unable to hold on any longer, Kathy abandoned herself to the amazing sensation building within her; grabbing the young girl and pulling her close as the orgasm racked her body. "AAAAAAAAHHHH OHHH BABY......YYYEEEEESS!" As they gradually relaxed, Molly cuddled into the older woman, gently massaging her breasts. Planting a kiss on Molly's forehead, Kathy smiled at her. "Was that your first time?" she asked. "Yes," replied Molly, blushing, "why? Could you tell?" "Erm..sort of; did you like it?" "Oh my God it was amazing," the young girl swooned. "Come on, let's get some sleep," said Kathy, pulling the duvet over them both and snuggling into the blonde. "Mmmm." Smiling as she drifted off to sleep, Molly had a feeling this Christmas definitely wasn't going to be like the last one...... Thanks for reading. MELD. The Rescuer As she came back to earth, Lizzie slithered back up to face Jasmine. Jasmine sought out Lizzie's mouth and they kissed frantically, unable to be connected enough. Jasmine's hand began to travel south, but Lizzie grabbed it. "Not now," she murmured against Jasmine's lips. "Why not?" "Because right now all I want to do is sleep with you." Jasmine awoke to the sun beating against her eyelids. They flickered open, and she found herself face to face with a breast. Her wits returned to her and she became aware that she was lying face down on top of Lizzie, whose arms were wrapped around her. She felt Lizzie's chest rise and fall gently, and she suddenly realised that she had never felt more at home. It was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt. She was certain she could remain as she was forever. But she didn't think Lizzie would. She probably wasn't the staying kind. She was strong and beautiful and fantastic in bed. She could probably have anyone she wanted, male or female. She smiled sadly to herself and gently stroked Lizzie's arm, wondering if this would be the first and last time. "Are you awake?" Lizzie murmured. "Mmm." Replied Jasmine as she lay blissfully motionless on Lizzie's chest. Lizzie's hand crawled up Jasmine's back to cradle her face. Jasmine put her own hand over Lizzie's. "I am going to miss you when you go," said Jasmine. "Where am I going?" Jasmine shifted a little to lay flat on Lizzie's abdomen, resting her head on her forearms just above Lizzie's breasts. "You're going to get sick of me, eventually, and you'll leave. And I'll miss you. Forever, I think." "You think I'm going to leave you? Already?" "Why would you stay?" "Maybe I'd miss you." "Would you?" Lizzie grabbed Jasmine and rolled on top of her, her arms holding her up so her face was inches from Jasmine's. "Jasmine, if I... could, I would tell you how much I love you; that... I've loved you since I saw you walking home, even before I hit those men." "When did you see me?" "I was in the restaurant across the street. I saw you walk home once, and then I kept coming back to the restaurant to see you walk home again. I didn't even know why I was going back there at first. The food was rubbish. And when I ran across the street that night, I figured it out. But then I was so confused. I didn't know if I should even see you. What good would it do? I'd only get hurt because..." Lizzie scowled and looked away. "If anyone was going to leave, it will be you." As Jasmine looked at Lizzie, she saw fear... and need. "Why would I do that?" Jasmine smiled, suddenly aware. "Because you don't love me. You love the rescuer." "That's not true," Jasmine replied, "I love the woman who rescued me. I feel more like myself right here, with you, than I ever have. You're the first person to pay attention to me." Jasmine wrapped her legs around Lizzie's and pulled her close. "Why would I let you go?" Lizzie slid down and laid her head between Jasmine's breasts. "Don't."