Sunday, August 01, 2004

Sex Woman Sex story

Office Pumps 1 (of 4)
cowgirl (Edited & proofed by Mr. Kevin! Thanks.)






A business woman can't stop thinking about a silly
article
claiming 'the higher a women heels, the lower her I.Q.
score!'
(fff/F,Humil,Shoe fetish,Reluc,Bimbo,Mc?Etc,you know
the drill...)







Excuse me?" I asked, somewhat stunned.

Trudy, our receptionist caressing the pages as she
read the magazine article aloud. I stood there in my
flat Birkenstocks, business suit, and briefcase,
arching my brow.

" It says, a controversial new report published in the
new England Journal Of Orthopedics states: ` Lower IQ
scores proved more common in women wearing high heels.
The higher the heel, the lower the IQ.' The research,
carried out found that the greater a woman's
educational attainment, the less likely she was to
seek out and purchase high heeled shoes. They also say
93 per cent of all women with more than four years of
college education were more likely to purchase low
heeled or flat comfortable shoes."

I found myself averting my eye site away from Trudy's
white platform clogs as I listened with mock
resignation. Part of me was irked over the enormous
generalizations this article was making. Another
wanted to laugh out loud. Just because a woman wants
to look nice, she's a ding bat? But mostly I was
getting really worked up over the whole thing.

For some unexplainable reason, though thoroughly
pissed, I was embarrassed over my eagerness to hear
more.

" ....Educational background appears to play a key
role
in footwear choices. One of the female researchers who
declined to speak on the record said: `I know its
unflattering and embarrassing to admit, but it appears
cheap women are attracted to cheap shoes. Period. "

This last part made me downright furious! Taking a
deep, unsteady breath, I stepped back.
"...uummm.....may I
see that please?" My breath ragged with impotent
anger.

With a polite little smile, I snatched the article
from her fingers as I stormed down the hall. Seconds
later I snuck the magazine into the safety of my
office, fingers shaking as i poured over each and
every word, my lips pursed with white hot anger. I
finally tossed it in the trash, totally confused by my
own disgust.

I don't know why it bothered me so, but I couldn't
stop thinking about it! Was it just me or did Trudy's
eye's glitter with repudiation? Did she know
something? I turned vivd scarlet at the thought, her
judging me? I took a composed breath, then exhaled
calmly. First of all the whole thing was just plane
silly, and secondly,

I wore flats, and so did most of the women of my age
who work here. Maybe all this 'intelligence' talk
simply ignited my own personal fears and secret
Skellington. I'd always shamefully hid how spotty my
own college education was from my peers, and felt
guilty for being naughty and fibbing my way into this
cushy sales rep job in the first place.

And the most humiliating part was how I'd developed
the opinion IQ's were basically crap after I'd placed
so fucking low. So that's all it was. Insecurity.
Silly fears I couldn't afford to dwell on.

I quickly caught up with my fellow office managers,
Kristy and Lisa.

We three handle many of the same accounts, and though
I have the most seniority, I subtly rely on Kristy's
help a lot, though I'm not thrilled about it. I've
decided relying on someone young enough to be my
daughter doesn't have to signify weakness, it's more
like ...delegating, right?

Kristy also echoes me in her no nonsense work ethic
and conservative tastes in business suits, and flats.
Kristy truly hates heels and zero patience with the
kind of physical damage high heels can cause, and
often exchanges a dismayed sigh with me when Lisa
comes clicking merrily down the halls! I can't
describe how my breath quickens and my pulse races
when I watch Kristy get all worked up and ranting
stupid about women who wear heels when were go to
lunch! It's a little obsessive, but I get suck a
weird feeling from listening, I don't know why!

Then there's Lisa. Don't get me wrong, I love Lisa
dearly. But, well, she brings out the worst in me.

I know Kristy would get a bit puzzled by how I silly
behave when I'm alone with Lisa. Part of me admires
Lisa, and another part... I don't know. Though I can't
help becoming giddy when were alone together,
thankfully I'll never be the poor blind fashion slave
poor little Lisa is.

As I explained to Kristy, reason I've always ignored
high heels simply because I fear the physical hassles
they bring. As I Privately admit to Lisa, yes, they
CAN make a woman look a bit sexier. Lisa is clearly
the most fashion conscious of us, and regularly sports
two and three inch heels. But she's not just a bimbo!
She's eager and quite ambitious, and is someone I've
personally become quite smitten with. I wish Kristy
and I weren't so mean to her sometimes!

The thing is, I keep testing Lisa. Competitiveness, I
guess. I get the sickest kick out of secretly pouring
compliments and egging Lisa into daring to wear much
higher heels than anything we'd wear, then watch
excitedly as Kristy rips her to shreds behind her
back. I'm not sure why I get so excited over
sarcastically encouraging Lisa's higher heels, then
playing the other side, frowning in disapproval with
Kristy about it. It's sick.

I guess I'm a little two faced, and I wonder if Lisa
is aware of what we say or picks up on it? I'm sure
she is.

Maybe part of me is jealous of Lisa gets to wear, or
competitive for Kristy's approval, but another wanted
to punish her in Kristy's eyes. It's not something I
fully understand or am I'm proud of, but I can't seem
to stop.

I thought the IQ article might be worth a laugh around
the morning water cooler where we three usually met,
but for some reason, I didn't bring it up. A wicked
hope flashed through me of the whole subject would
mortify Lisa by implying she was a bimbo, what with
her three inch heels today.

I knew it really wouldn't, but just imagining Kristy
looking superior, poor little Lisa ineptly squirming
in humiliation in her high heels the Idea was doing
really causing me to respond!

I swallowed dryly, leering down at Lisa's tree inch
platform sandals while desperately maintaining the
safety of Kristy's (and my) boring flats. I tried not
getting a sick pleasure, dying to know if there was
any truth to the article.

Then I became appalled at myself for even entertaining
such cruel notion. What's the matter with me? What did
it matter how much education they had? What did their
choice in footwear matter? These two girls were my
friends, for goodness sake! What kind of friend was I?
I decided I need to do something nice for a change.

" Hey, why don't you two come over to my pool for a
swim after work today. Just us three. It'll be fun,
huh?" I winked at them both.

" Sounds great. But my suits at home. " Lisa frowned.

" No prob. I have extras. Kristy? " I asked.

" Wish I could guys, but I gotta stay late. The
Brockwell report. Don't worry, I've got it covered.
You two have fun and I'll take a rain check, okay?"
Kristy smiled and waved us good bye as Lisa and I left
work for the day.







Lisa provided pretty mindless company chattering on
about shoes, clothes, and such, but it was relaxing.
As she prattle on, I was amazed how she even managed
her way anything past a Mcjob. But I held my tongue
and wasn't tempted to jump in and indulge with her!
I'd had it with my sick undermining of her and I was
glad to have her over, even after the embarrent of
my suit being a little too big for her (ouch)! We had
dinner afterwards, then she scampered back home,
leaving me feeling a little better about my
competitiveness with her at work.

The next morning I realized that Lisa had accidentally
left her high heels at my pool last night. I
remembered her giggle as I ran my fingers over the
smooth velvet little fuchsia orange two inch heels.
They felt so smooth to the touch. Reluctantly, I threw
them into a bag and brought them to work for her.


I'm not sure why, but I kept putting off returning
Lisa's shoes.

I was a little distracted by them all morning. Nothing
weird, but I just was so impressed with how cute they
were. They were also a size seven. I used to be around
that size! God she had cute feet.

Later that day, I went to lunch with Kristy and I
found us going to work making fun of Lisa, as usual.
But I had my mind on other things today. Still
curious, I steered the conversation towards her
education. I found out that she attended four years of
college, unlike my two, AND she had an IQ of...

one hundred and forty eight!

Jesus...that high?

She wasn't bragging. She even politely laughed off the
whole IQ issue. I noticed, though, that she didn't ask
mine. I realized my silence must have betrayed the
obvious mine wasn't as high as hers. Fuck,
practically everybody in the office was smarter than
me! I suddenly felt like shit.

No wonder I had been here so long and seemed to be
going nowhere!

I soon found myself admiring Kristy's shoes. How much
of a different animal they were than Lisa's tacky
little numbers orange numbers back in my office.
Kristy's shoes were further proof, right? I became
embarrassed I'd chosen wearing one inch heels today.
It was an impulse, this morning, after Lisa had come
over. What the fuck? I should be embarrassed about
that? Nobody cares, and besides they're the only high
heels I had, right?

Okay, so it was silly of me, but...I couldn't stop
frowning down at them. I noticed Kristy didn't notice,
thankfully. She looked so classy and tasteful in her
little flats that I wanted to race home and report to
her in some fresh Birkenstocks. I felt a smoldering
anger at myself for caring about Kristy's IQ. Okay,
maybe I didn't share her brains, but at least we had
similar taste in shoes. Well, on most days.

Well, thank god for Lisa and the Trudy I laughed to
myself.

Somehow I never managed to give Lisa her shoes back. I
brought them home instead. I don't know why. They were
just a pair of silly high heels. I noticed she hadn't
worn the soles out much. They still smelled new and
fresh.



As I threw Lisa's heels into the bag and picked up my
own boring shoes, only the ones I'd worn today had ANY
heels, I frowned. I wished I had at least one pair
like Lisa's, just for fun. Not a work pair, just a
social pair. I scolded myself for falling into the
illusion that the stupid article was right, but then I
turned a little scarlet, wondered if my lower IQ
reflected my excitement over crazy shoe styles like
Lisa's. Sometimes I longed I could be more like Lisa,
wearing all sorts of outrageous stuff, showing off my
body and turning heads all around the office.

Once I was alone and at home, I couldn't resist.

I opened the bag and dug out Lisa's little orange
fuchsia heels. I tried to put one on, but I could only
squeeze my toes in, my heel not fitting in.

DAMN!

I'd looked forward to this trying these on all day,
and now I couldn't even fit into them. I felt silly.
Did I actually think I'd be able to regress to silly
little Lisa and prance around my house feeling as sexy
as her just because I wore her friggin' heels? Did I
think I'd suddenly have Lisa's cozy little figure once
I stuffed my fat feet into her pert little orange size
sevens high heels?

What an idiot. Realizing I needed to get a grip, I
decided to return her stupid heels tomorrow. I threw
them in the brown paper bag and sulked off to bed,
tossing and turning all night over what a strange
twisted woman I was sinking to.







Over the next few days Lisa seemed to regressed and
had trouble with work. She also took to pouting
because I wasn't egging her on to wear more outrageous
shoes and such, so her clothing became more
outrageous. We both clearly knew it was a desperate
for her to get to give her strokes and pay some
attention to her for being such a 'bad girl'.

But I refused and wouldn't talk to her, a delicious
feeling of excitement flowing through me as she
desperately tried to talk to me alone. But I was
having too much fun denying her, and always found a
reason or a distraction so we weren't alone. I'm not
sure if Lisa's slipping at work was all in her head,
or was inevitable anyway, but she'd was developing a
reputation. If I didn't know better I'd swear Lisa was
becoming aroused be becoming more and more simple
minded, and getting really depressed over why more and
more shoes and clothes weren't getting her ahead at
work.

So I threw her a bone. I left a nasty little note note
on her desk. On it was written these words:

" Smart girls wear Tighter sizes."

I didn't sign it, and I saw it disappear from her
desk. I could see she longed to ask me about it, but I
was playing it aloof so she'd just slyly wink to me
from across the room, smiling like a smug little
lottery winner! It was pathetic, but I couldn't help
watch.

I tried not to think about Kristy's 'superior
intelligence', but it really dug into me. I don't know
whether I was impressed or jealous. I felt a little
humiliated that my slightly younger best friend had a
better reasoning capability than I did. God only knows
what she thought about me.

But we'd never been competitive or anything, at least
not before then. Kristy still saw me as her peer, I
was sure. But I could help wondering if she'd look at
me a little differently, if she knew I was secretly
lagging behind her several IQ points. Okay, maybe
thirty or forty! Thankfully she didn't ask, and I
wasn't about to offer.

Later that day, Kristy came to see me. "Jennifer, I
was wondering if you'd supervise Lisa on the Stevens
contract. She could use someone of your experience.
Would you help her out?"

"Sure, as long as she's okay with it."

"I'll talk to her about it. I'm sure she'll realizes
it's too big a job for her alone. Heck, the poor
things can barely manage those silly platforms of
hers." Kristy winked to me, making me flush over the
dig.

I wondered if Lisa would accept this. I knew she
wouldn't like it, but I also knew she wouldn't put up
a fight. Lately she seemed more and more intimidated
by Kristy. Kristy had still stopped short of
insulting Lisa to her face, but even Lisa realized
there was no way anyone could take her seriously if
she continued to dress like this.

I managed to get Kristy into more IQ talk around the
water cooler.

" Hey guys, whats up?" Lisa asked as she clicked up to
us in some three inch shiny black platforms.

" Oh, I was just boring Jennifer to death with that IQ
nonsense. Hey Lisa, were you ever tested?" Kristy
chirped, as my ears perked up.

" Uh...I didn't. I mean, yeah........but I forget
what it
was. I know, kinda lame, huh?" she said, her voice
falling off as she started down at her heels.

Three inch heels.

I could feel her shame. Then Kristy jumped in again.

" Hey, all that IQ stuff is overrated anyways, right?
The point is, were here! We're all business women and
we've made it. " Kristy bravely tried reaching out and
patting Lisa's hand. It probably wasn't as
condescending as it came off. Probably.

"By the way, Lisa honey. I've asked Jennifer here to
help you out on the Stevens contract, all right?"

" But Kristy, I'm sure I can...."

" I'm sure you can, but a little extra help never hurt
anyone, right? And refusing Jennifer's experience on
this would be silly, and we all know a girl like you
doesn't get to a position here by making silly
decisions now, does she?" Kristy said holding Lisa's
gaze, until Lisa's eyes slowly made their way to the
ground, somewhat lost.

"No...I guess...."

"Very well." Kristy chirped as her eyes sparkled at
me.

Lisa's public nosedive brought all sorts of
embarrassing pleasurable feelings flooding through my
body, to my horror. I savored the site of her staring
down stupidly at her high heels in embarrent.

Lisa finally looked back up and noticed we were alone,
Kristy having waltzed back to her office.

"Hey, where'd she go?" Lisa pouted somewhat
dejectedly.

"Well, Kristy does have a lot of work to do now,
doesn't she? We can't all be showing off such pretty
heels like those now, can we?" I grinned playfully,
teasing a smile out of my dimwitted little friend.
Her face lit up at the kind words for the plastic
coffins wrapped and hugged her feet so tightly.

"I'm sure it wasn't meant to be rude. No hard feelings
about the extra help, right? " I said, sticky sweet,
as she nodded a polite little no.

" Hey...." Lisa paused. "I forgot to ask, what's
you're IQ, Jennifer?" She grinned with a small glint
of something approaching malice. Apparently she hadn't
taken my new role totally in stride.

I waited till Kristy completely disappeared into her
office, then leaned closer, barely touching Lisa's
arm.

" Listen little miss nosey, are we sure somebody
didn't just 'forget' their IQ and just not mention it
because they were a little too embarrassed how low it
might actually be?" I said, trying to hold her gaze.

She looked a little peeved, but then finally gave me a
sheepish shrug and nodded.

"Yeah. See....I used to be pretty smart. I got really
good grades in high school and college too. But just a
week
ago I got tested, and it's around 90. That is normal,
right? Please don't tell Kristy, okay? It's not really
low or nothing, is it? I don't want her thinking I
can't handle basic contracts and stuff, okay?" There
was a note of panic in her voice.

"Well, maybe it was that body of yours that got you
those good grades." I teased as Lisa flushed with
shame. "I'm sure it's fine sweetie. Remember, you're
not being judged just by your abilities!" I offered
my arm around her shoulder, and gave her a little pat.



Lisa soon changed the subject as I took her cue and
followed her into a conversation about her
excessories. It often was cessories or the safety of
fashion talk which Lisa retreated into when confused,
embarrassed, or humiliated.



" By the way, those heels look awfully tight. Are you
sure they're not a size too small? " I asked
devilishly.

" Smart girls like tight sizes..." Lisa winked
conspiratorially at me. I cracked a small smile but
otherwise Ignored her.

"Beside's, it feels better when the heels I wear are
as tight as possible! I could show you some tips on
wearing high heels if you want. I know you don't
usually wear them, but I've had it all, bleeding
heels, all sorts of ugly toe problems. I have tons of
tricks to"

" Well, that's flattering, Lisa, really. But let's get
back to work first, okay? " I said opening my office
door as I stepped inside.

Lisa paused and butted her way into my office before I
could stop her.

"Jennifer? Please, please, please, don't tell Kristy
I'm dumb, okay? Please? Promise me?" Lisa begged
spastically, her eyes welling up.

I winced, trying to ignore the weird little kick I got
witnessing how delightfully mortified she was at
revealing her lack of intelligence...and the rush of
desire I got by staring at her heels. I calmed her
down, rushed her out of my office, drying her tears
with a tissue.

" There there, Your secret's safe with me! Now do you
see why you need my help with those nasty ol'
contracts?
Does my little lisa?" I said as soothingly as
smothering as I could, then shoving her out the door
abruptly.


Hidden behind my office door, I quickly abandoned my
feet as far into Lisa's cute little pumps as I could,
imagining how stupid she was. I still couldn't fit my
back heels into them, and my feet were pained from
trying, but it was worth it, just getting this close
to her stupidity.

Then I heard a sound, the sound of my office door
opening as someone came in.

Lisa paused as she spotted me, stand there mincing
around in her pink fuchsia heels like a moron as she
spoke:

"Jennifer, are those my shoes?"













We took the rest of the day off and went shopping.
Lisa kept encouraging me to buy styles of pumps and
mules I warned her that I never would, but she would
have none of it after what she'd seen. I feared she'd
think me a 'pervert' for trying her shoes, but she
mistook me for a high heel lover awaiting
encouragement. I swore her to keep this from Kristy,
and I was pretty sureshe would.

Lisa delighted in teasing me by walking past shoe
stores and pointing out dozens of styles and heel
lengths. I gazed longingly in the windows like a love
struck school girl. I caught sight of another woman's
sexy little low cut "vamp" style 3 inch sexy high
heels, with revealing, strategically placed "toe
cleavage", and I felt an overwhelming desire to get
some of my own.

Then I snapped out of it and became self conscious. I
feigned exhaustion and demanded we leave from the mall
so I could drop her off and scurry back to the safety
of my home, alone.

Which is what exactly happened, except...

Lisa came home with me.

I found myself spending the evening with her, elbow to
elbow, looking up high heel shoes over the internet.
We backed some pop corn, some wine and put on some
bouncy bubble gum pop music. a slumber party for
adults. It was more relaxing than I wanted to admit,
and Lisa really knew high heel shoes! She showed me
tons of cool web sites about high heels and I was
impressed that she excelled in something!

The more wine we had, the more my defenses let down,
and I became uneasy about lisa's arm tickling mine or
her knee grazing my thigh. It meant nothing to her,
but It stirred me inside, or maybe I was just drunk.
Then I became shocked when Lisa slipped off the back
of her heels and revealed a ugly blister on her back
heel. It was still quite puffy and blue, and I thought
I'd throw up for a minute.

"Well, all this is fine, but I can't be doing....any
permanent damage..." I said my words slurring
stupidly.

Anger ignited in Lisa's eyes as she aggressively
shoved her heel to my face as she forced my groggy
face just above the her back heel, forcing me to gaze
at the wound.

" This is what it IS Jennifer. It's no picnic. If
you're gonna be a high heel girl, you're gonna suffer!
No promises. I can promise you your heel will blister,
then you'll be forced to sling backs and mules! Then
your toes will get blisters and you'll crawl to
sandals, but you'll seen just live with pumps and
happily EAT the blisters, because you can't afford to
show your toes or heels anymore! You'll do it, and
you'll do it with a fucking smile, just like I do,
understand???" Lisa smiled with an alarmingly sensual
tone in her voice as she released my head, as I hid
how close to tears I was becoming.

I had seen this side to Lisa before, and I was
stunned. I was also in shock and totally drunk too, so
it all seamed unreal. I was also embarrasstly aroused
by what she'd said, and shown me, and the whole thing.
I was hooked.

" I'm sorry, but this is what us dumb girls do..."
Lisa
whispered, her words going by me before I could even
processes them.

Luckily, Lisa just ignored it all and cheerily kept us
on task. Soon it was as if none of it had happened
and she had me looking up more sites she she lectured
me. As the evening hours disappeared we both kept
trying to place where I fit in, Mules? Platforms were
out, but she thought I could get away with them.
Silngbacks? There were countless options to ruin my
feet in! But I wasn't Lisa, so what I could get away
with, fashion wise, without looking to silly?

I'd need to help me with this. Lisa's help. But it's
not weakness.....it's called delegating, right?




When I awoke next morning, I felt like it was all a
dream.

But I saw Lisa had grabbed a blanket and slept on my
couch, and she left a little stain on the sheet! I
didn't want to know, and washed it. Next day at work
We never spoke about her spending the night, but we
remained friendly and were talking again, Since I
didn't want Kristy to find out how Lisa had caught me
in her shoes.

At the office, high heels were all I could think
about. Even seeing younger secretaries parading around
in the office wearing heels was enough to make me perk
up. I found work difficult and fought the desire to
look up shoes on the internet all day, and the more I
denied myself at work, the worse my fixations got.

I knew I couldn't hold out forever. I longed not only
to try some higher heels, but also to actually suffer
through some. The Idea that they hurt was part of the
weirdness and atraction for some reason. Her words
from the other night ringed in my head over and over.
I watched Lisa and poured myself into her shoes in my
imagination.

I noticed Lisa's regular sense of fashion seemed to
mirror my love of tight and painful fitting shoes! I
licked my lips while studying her luscious figure,
deciding my wardrobe may need an overhaul as well.

Today Lisa had taken special care to dress herself in
the most restrictive and confining business skirt,
mules and designer bolero I'd ever seen. She looked
cute as hell in it, but she also minced around
uncomfortably all day, which made her look ditzy and
unintelligent. She was the picture of a bimbo, with
her tight skirts and ridiculously high heels. I was
dismayed by how much attention she was getting,
negative or positive, but she excited me as well.
Maybe she wasn't so stupid after all! Maybe I could
get away with such stuff.

Who was I fooling, and at my age? Was I missing out on
something? Were my flat shoes and gray suits holding
me back? Were my office peers, male and female,
laughing at me? These questions started to echo in my
gut, and I became angry at myself for falling behind
the times!



Kristy stormed into my office furious and slammed the
door.

"Have you seen Lisa's feet?" She demanded.

I froze inside.

"Uh...no. Her...feet? Why would I.....?" I stuttered
in
fear.

"Oh of course not. Why would you? I just saw her in
the bathroom. The poor thing's got sores all over her
feet! She's a mess! It's those damned heels she
wears!" Kristy fumed, pacing back and forth.

"Well, that's too bad, but you can't fire her for
having bad feet..."

"I never said I'd fire her, dummy! I just meant it's
another signs she's irresponsible! She can't even take
care of herself, see??" Kristy shot off.

"And don't get me started on her clothes...."

I watched Lisa up just my office window, all dressed
as Kristy fumed on about her, picking up her pacing
speed.


"And don't get me started on clothes that constrict
movement. " Kristy started.

" Could we do this at lunch?" I asked, her feminist
speech making me sweat just as much as the view of
Lisa prancing around outside was.


" No, and don't interrupt! Now, Is it just me, or is
it, like, totally obvious that tight fitting clothes
are a really baaaaaad idea? Especially when you
combine them with high heels. It's like women are
screaming, `Victimize me, please!' I've never
understood it." Kristy's breath grew with mine, but
for different reasons. The moore haughty Kristy
became, the more my anticipation grew. I started
through dreamy eyes at Lisa from afar as used Kristy's
rant to bring me closer and closer.

"Of course, spandex doesn't constrict movement, but
that opens a whole new can of worms. I'm sorry, but I
find a covered female body much sexier than an exposed
one. Women's flesh has been exploited for far too
long, and exploitation is not sexy. Anyhow, spandex is
the great TV ratings booster. Spandex is a wonderful
fabric, but it's a stupid thing to wear as clothing.
You see, when men see something that they like, they
force it on us. It's that dirty magazine mentality.
It's why they're into fetishes. What females do you
know that go for that stuff?"

I tried to listen, but I was already dangerously close
to a climax. My mind and thighs were burning with
shame
and frustration. As soon as Kristy left my office, I
stroked myself to an intense orgasm, visualizing
Kristy lecturing me while I stood before her and
standing at attention while stupidly wearing Lisa's
painful little high heels.





I tried not to drink in the site of Lisa's sexy
ensemble all day around the office, but I couldn't
help it. The more I let my eyes circle her hips and
curves, the more I realized how her sexy four inch
heels, despite killing her feet, helped ensure a very
delicate and feminine posture. I tried to work up the
nerve to buy some really cheap outrageous heels, but I
knew I'd never have the guts to wear in public' let
alone around the house.

I told myself tonight was the night I'd buy some,
knowing I'd chicken out, like always had these last
few weeks.

I sighed frustrated with to myself that I simply HAD
to get some sort of high heeled shoes on my way home.
And I came close. I'd circled various shoe shops
dozens of times, but I always left, scared of what
heels would do to my feet. I couldn't screw up my own
feet that way, despite, or maybe because of, Lisa's
prophetic words! We still hadn't "gone shopping"
together since our wild decedent night looking up
shoes together, but we both knew something was coming.


The next day, while Kristy and I stood by the water
cooler, I got weak when Lisa walked in wearing the
most stunning foot wear yet. Even Kristy noticed.

"What's got into that girl? " she scoffed as we
both started.

" Uh....not sure..." I said trying sound disapproving.

My breath became shallow when I gazed over Lisa's new,
stunning, totally exotic and sexy looking three inch
fake leopard spotted sandals! The rest of her outfit
was equally sexy. She wore a knee length skirt, warm
brown spotted leather vest, and a cotton peach colored
blouse with a cute bow billowing across the bosom. It
seemed a little tight. Almost a size too small. The
blouse pinched into her sides, causing her breasts,
tummy and behind to strain invitingly against the
fabric.

"Lisa, that's a nice outfit.." I cautiously began.

"Oh thanks. I know it's a little...."

"Tight?" Kristy quipped.

"Kristy!" I forced a frown and sympathetic shrug to
Lisa. I fully expected Lisa looked at me with a
twinkle in her eye for causing all this, but it was
then I realized Lisa may just be now too dim to
remember my note. She was just dressing tightly now on
automatic, like her self abused feet.

"It's okay. It is tight. I don't know why, but I'm
really more comfortable in tighter clothes the last
few months." Lisa said sounding like she was trying
to convince herself.

"Yeah, we noticed." I said with a innocent smile.
Didn't you notice, Kristy?" I said, nudging her as I
got off on the whole thing a little too much.

"Sure, it really flatters you. " Kristy said
sarcastically. Lisa chirped on, oblivious.

"Listen....I,like, hope they don't look too....well,
you
know...slutty." Lisa whispered the last word, a hint
of
anger flickered through her eyes for a second.

"Oh noooooooo, believe me, you pull it off. You look
great! Fantastic!" I said a little too quickly.

" Thanks jennifer! I'm obviously, like, a size eight,
but I swore I'd get into this thing today! It's almost
two sizes two small, too! I decided, like, I could get
away with it though. I mean, it's not too bad, is it?"
Lisa's eyes sparkled with a strange hurtful look as
she spoke. She almost sounded like she was flirting.
Or pissed. Or both.

Weird.

"You look great. I gotta get back to my office. Later,
you two," Kristy said impatiently as she waltzed away,
rolling her eyes.

Lisa firmly reached for my arm and whispered, face
bright red:

"Besides, the secret places it hugs and rides into
make it worth it, believe me!" She winks as she
swayed playfully away from the water cooler, leaving
me totally shocked and breathless.

But Lisa didn't sound right. There was something ugly
in her tone. She had some strain, not just in her
clothes. It was the way Lisa spoke. It reminded me of
my little speeches to myself about how high heels two
sizes too small and turned my feet to hamburger really
WERE worth it.




It was the sound of a horny angry woman in denial.
A forced sound, like someone trying to talk herself
into something she really hated with a passion. A
sound that filled my head each night I teased myself
with the thought of pouring my feet into painful
little high heels shoes while pleasuring myself before
my computer screen each night!

And it made me crazy, secretly watching her suffering
the way I wanted to suffer! That lucky bitch!

I still told myself I was nothing like her, as I
watched Lisa painfully prance back to her desk in her
impossibly high heels. I replayed her voice over and
over in my head, remembering her puzzled confusion as
she told me how her clothes got her aroused! .

I rushed into my office, locked the door and
fantasized about poor conflicted Lisa getting dressed
in the morning, pouring each succulent suffering curve
into these sexy little clothes, then confessing to us
at the office with a demeaning little giggle.

Who was she fooling?

The next day at the office, I was surprised to feel
someone's arm hug me from behind. I turned and became
excited to see it was Lisa. As I faced her we
continued our embrace as her fingers played across my
back lightly. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I
was too far gone to try and stop it.

Then I felt embarrassed when I realized I'd misread
her touch upon seeing Lisa's teary eyes. Switching
gears from lust to compassion, I looked into her face
and tried some tears.

"Honey, what is it?"

" Ohh...It's just....well.....I'm so happy...." Lisa
whimpered
as she continued: " My boyfriend's coming back to the
states!" She said with a fresh batch of tears, as I
felt the floor fall out under me.

I somehow found the strength to pretend, to force
myself stand there as I reeled at the news. Lisa
continued mocking me with the soft little strokes on
my back as we embraced, her words echoing in my head:

Boyfriend?

BOYFRIEND?????

Lisa cooed into my ear: "Jen? Can I ask you a favor?"





I was still pissed from Lisa's suggestion I wear these
stupid pink high heels to bed tonight! I'd only bought
the things because of her, now she was mocking my
affection with such a weird request? Sometimes Lisa
was either the cruelest person on earth, or the
dumbest! Well, either way, fuck her, her boyfriend AND
her little shoe fetish! I tossed the pink high heels
in the back of my closet!

That night I woke up frustrated and teary eyed over
the shock of what Lisa really meant to me. I truly
cared for her, maybe even loved her. MY face grew hard
remembering her request. I don't know why it bothered
me so, but it seemed like a slap in the face. Sleeping
in them.

I dug up the single pair of one inch heels I had. The
soles were all but falling out. Truly wretched things!
I sadly noticed my feet have put on weight, as well as
the rest of me. I could barely get into those size
eight's, and I used to do just fine.

I sat in my closet in total bewilderment, staring at
my old tiny little high heels. I must have allowed
myself to balloon up to a whopping size nine. Maybe it
was just my ankles, but I knew I'd put on weight the
last couple of years. I used to be able to get into
heels Lisa's size, cute little size sevens and a
half's, eight's, but a dozen sensible size NINE flats
all seemed to scream how obese I really was!

I reached down, stroking the little high heels sadly.
I bit my lower lip, and reached down for them, fixated
on FORCING myself into those damned size eight pumps,
just to PROVE I wasn't a total cow! Lisa's smug face
popped into my head, and I frowned at my own arousal.

I could work the toes in, but the heels just wouldn't
fit. I tried a shoe horn, and was soon huffing and
panting, even jumping up and down, desperate to sink
my fucking heel into those petite little numbers!

I plopped to the floor in pure frustration, and near
tears. My foot looked red and puffy from all the
effort.

I'd failed.

I'd never be as sexy or pretty or young as Lisa again.
I was just a fat old cow, one who she would even
masturbate with, now that her fucking boyfriend had
shown up! I cried some more tears and gave up,
slinking off to bed.

I had a disturbing dream of Lisa on her hands and
knees. She was dressed in a modest work blouse and
jacket but was nude from the waist down and wearing
only high heels. Lisa starts begging for a spanking,
so I start spanking her with a fly swatter. Tears
of sexual release stream down her cheeks as I demand
she confess her love for me, but she won't. I felt
nervous spank her butt, but I'm furious she refuses to
confess her desires for me.

Spanking's tiring my arm when Kristy appears, clad
in a authoritative suit and slacks, saying Lisa's
boyfriend was waiting in out front and I'd better
hurry up. I started to panic when I hear this and
Kristy starts to laughed as I find my arm growing weak
and I find it harder and harder to spank Lisa's bare
ass.

Kristy then tells me I'm blowing this simple task and
takes Lisa's high heels off and hands them to me,
smugly
saying It's time for me to trade places with Lisa


I woke up, bathed in sweat, rubbing my clit furiously.
I was so embarrassed and aroused by my dream. I went
to the closet and looked at the heels I'd bought. For
her. My new shoes. It really pissed me off too, after
what she'd told me dropping this 'boyfriend'
bombshell on me like this! Then the gall of asking me
to wear them to bed really made me burn with
humiliation!

I really hated sleeping in them too. I'd have gladly
done it before she'd admitting to having a boyfriend!
But now it felt like further humiliation, a way to
keep me in my place, on the side. So I did it. Don't
ask me why. I laid there in bed, furious and grinding
my teeth together, imagining her betrayal of me, while
I dutifully lied here in bed decked out in these
stupid Pumps. Lisa Pumps. Just like she wears to
work. Cute little Fuchsia pink, with little half inch
ankle straps. Four inches high....


And fucked myself silly through my tears.






End of part 1



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Thursday, July 29, 2004

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CAROL, MOM & ME 47

As mom continued to caress my cock, we watched Lisa come down from her
cum. Dad was finally raising off her and stood up now. I saw him shake
his head as if in amazement. I think she just fucked him pretty good
Billy. Are you jealous?

No mom. Is he? I'm fucking his wife. You feel almost ready honey, are
you? Yeah, by the time I'm ready to go in you I will be. Mom, I hope you
will like how I do this. I'm sure I will honey. Remember mom, try to
think as we are just pure lovers right now. I will honey.

We climbed out of the pool and stood toward an empty section. Nice
songs were playing on the stereo and I took her in my arms and danced
slowly with her. Her head went to my shoulder and her arms around me. Her
tits pressed into my chest. My tits feel nice against you, don't they
Billy? Yeah mom. I love this. We danced as if we had been together
forever. You cance dreamy mom. I whispered in her ear. So do you honey.
The others were having a beer and watching us. My hands went up and down
her back caressing her. Our naked bodies still speckling from the water
drops. She kept her thigh pressed hard against my hardening cock all the
while we danced.

Your cock feels nice against me honey. So do your tits mom. I can feel
your nipples.

My hands drifted down to her ass and I caressed it softly with both
hands.

I knew the song was coming to an end so I lifted her head and kissed
her. I kissed her with a passion and a slow softness. Her arms went around
my neck as she kissed me and it made her tits press harder into me. We
were standing still now, as we kissed with love. I heard her moan softly
and her hips softly press into my groin. My hands went to her lower back
and I rubbed her slowly. I leaned back and looked into her eyes. Would
you make love with me tonight ma'am?

Well that depends on whether you kiss me like that again Sire.

I leaned and kissed her softly and it felt like I was kissing a cloud.
UUUUMMMMMM Ma'am. You're doing things down south in my body. She leaned
back and looked at my hardening cock. Why sir, what a nice gentlemanly
thing to do! Yes sir. Your appear to be prepared for a lady in distress.
Are you in distress maam? Well shucks, not quite yet, but I will be if I
don't get another of those FINE kisses.

I will give you many kisses maam. I kissed her lips once again. Our
bodies pressed tight together as we kissed.

Finally, I started to step slightly back and looked at her beautiful
tits. I do believe maam, that your wonderful breasts need serious kissing.
Why how observant kind sir. Would you please? I would be more than happy
to oblige maam. She smiled and held her tits to me. I leaned down and
kissed each tit and circled my tongue over and over her nipples. Well,
these are a fine specimens of milk stations maam. I placed both my hands
near hers as we concentrated on her tits. I continued to kiss and suck her
nipple and lick her whole tit. Then I moved both my hands to her pussy and
said, I do believe I detect a bit of distress HERE, maam? You are so right
kind sir.

There is serious distress there sir.

I knelt before her now, and kissed her tits and stomach all over on my
way down.

My fingers lingeringf on her tits until I was completely finsihed
kissing her stomach. Why kind sir, that is aiding my distess immensely. I
shall have my serf at the ready for your disposal maam, should any flash
fires arise. Well there is a fire raging at this here very moment kind
sir. My fingers were working in her bush hair now and I leaned to lick all
of it. Why that fire degree just seemed to be lowerin, my dear kind sir. I
put my hand in between her legs for her to open, Well, I can readily see
the source of said flames maam. They seem to be coming from right around
HERE, as I lowered my mouth to her clit and sucked. I felt a shudder go
through her. Oh sweet kind sir, she moaned loudly for all to hear, that
surely is the source of my flames.

Oh yes kind sir. Your treatment is controlling it. Oh Kind sir......

I licked and sucked as much as I could reach of her warm beautiful pussy
as I could in her standing position.

Then after a few minutes, I kissed my way all over her body, on the way
back to her tits and then her lips. Her arms went around me with a sincere
feeling in her. I kissed mom with all my love. Softly, passionately.

I gently urged her to slide down MY body, and she took the hint
immediately. Her lips went to my neck, and then all over my chest. Mom
kissed and sucked my whole body softly on her way to my raging cock.

I could see all the others staring at us without a word. Carol was
sitting on dad's lap, and Lisa was on her dad's lap. Jimmy was sitting
behind his mother holding and caressing her tits. Everyone seemed
mesmerized by our show.

Mom took her time enjoying the spotlight as she now got to my groin.
Why, Kind sir, I do believe I have detected a source of raging hormones as
she softly caressed my cock. Oh yes. It is the fire of my passion dear
lady. The very source of my momentary distress. Well kind sire, if you
will permit this lady, I may have a remedy for your distress.

Well by all means fair lady. Proceed with said experiment. Mom
massaged her hands slowly all around my groin and then stroked my cock very
slowly with both hands. She was going to do her wonderful handjob for all
to see. Her hands came together and she cupped my whole sack and balls and
pulled them lovingly as one unit. It felt wonderful. Yes, kind sire, I do
believe my rememdy will work on this fire of yours. Her head went forward
and she took me in her mouth now. OOOOHHHH dear lady. Yes. I can feel my
fire being treated now. Mom sucked me all the way. UUUUMMMMMM She raised
her mouth and used her hands on my cock again. Lifting my cock, she leaned
forward and again sucked my sack into her mouth. Ny head went back in
pleasure.

I do believe, kind sire, that if we were to be prone, that we could help
our raging fire, before it is too late. I knew that mom was thinking I
would cum soon.

I shall oblige madam. I laid down quickly on my back and mom swiveled
so that we could eat each other.

She leaned over her shoulder and asked, Kind sire, can you still plainly
see the source of my flames? Oh yes quite clearly now maam. I shall have
their flames licked momentarily. I buried my face into mom's pussy now.
OOOOHHHHH Kind sire, I feel my flames being treated now. Oh thank you kind
sire.

Her pussy humped slowly as I sucked up and down her pussy. It was still
very quiet around the deck The were all still watching us.

Mom's mouth went straight down on my cock now, and she fingered my balls
so softly. My hips rose to meet her thrusting mouth.

Oh my flaming inferno is being treated kind lady. Well thank you sire,
as I sucked her harder now. She sucked me with a feeling. I licked her
with my love. I stared intently into her womanhood remembering now, this
is where I came from. Right here with this wonderful pussy in my mouth.

Soon, I rolled over and pushed my cock into mom's mouth as I now sucked
her so that everyone could see what I was doing. Someone started to clap
and then they all did. I could hear some of them cheering. I continued.
My hips pumped into her mouth and I sucked her for a couple more minutes. I
then said, dear lady, I think our immediate danger has passed. i DO
believe, kind lady that we should plug all dike leaks to quell the loss of
valuable fluids. Oh what good thinking kind sire.

I quickly pulled my cock out and swiveled so that I could fuck her. She
raised her knees and smiled to me. I knelt down and kissed her deeply and
softly. Her hands holding my head.

Oh Kind lady, we must seal all leaks of the dam. Yes, you are so right
dear sire. We musn't tarry.

I kissed her nipples and then got my cock near her pussy. I do think
kind lady this tool will seal all known leaks. OOOOHHHH yes. You are so
right kind sire.

I slid my cock in mom and went all the way up. I felt her shudder once
again. Oh dear sire, how fast can you seal all known leaks?

I have a glue madam that will seal all your leaks.

I would give all known quantities of valuable services to sire, if you
would kindly donate some of that precious glue. You may have my glue free
of charge madam. That is why I am the knight in these parts. Oh thank you
kind sire. You may take avail of any precious services any time you may
require kind sire. But please, leave me with enough glue to tide my
dangerous leaks.

Your wish maam. Do you have a receptacle for my precious glue madam?
Oh Yes. sire. Here, where your ever so valuable tool is aiding with my
fire.

Indeed madam. I shall leave adequate quantities for immediate disposal.
OHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH Thank you kindest sir for your most wonderful
deposit. Mom and me both spurted almost together in a love embrace. I was
still buried deep within her as I leaned up and kissed her again softly. I
looked down at her radiant face in the moonlight and said I love you so
much mom. Was it nice? Oh Billy. I can feel our cum inside me now honey.
I have you in my mouth and I feel you deep in my pussy honey.

That was wonderful baby. Billy? Please bring your cock straight up
here for me to suck it a minute before we are all done, OK. I want to suck
you for just a minute more, OK? Sure mom.

I pulled out and moved up on mom's chest and knelt as she reachedd her
lips to suck my cock once more. Her hands on both sides of my ass urging
me to pump her mouth slowly. She sucked hard for my remaining cum. I was
finally completely soft and she let me go with a pat on my ass. I knelt
and licked her tits and then pulled her up with me.

Everyone went nuts, clapping and cheering.

Mom and me both standing in one corner of the pool deck both naked.

We walked over and Lisa handed me a drink. Can I kiss my husband, mom
asked Carol? Oh, I'm sorry mom. She got off dad's lap and walked over to
Jimmy.

That was some show you guys.

I made a remark, That's why you don't dance with strangers, and everyone
laughed hard. Can anyone imagine a stranger getting THAT royal fucking
treatment? Everyone laughed again. That was nice stuff Billy, Dad
laughed. Well, I'm kind of weary now, people. I think I'll go upstairs and
go to bed now. Do you want to stay Lisa? Its OK with me honey if you do.
I saw her hesitate for a second and then said sure, I'm going up with you
too honey.

It took longer than I expected to kiss and feel up her mother once more,
and then mom, and finally, Carol. I saw Lisa again hesitate as she came to
kiss her dad.

His hands went to caress her tits softly and he was saying good night
sweetheart. I saw her reach down and caress his hanging cock. Then it
dawned on me. She hadn't fucked her father tonight.

Honey, I said to her near the end of the deck, yeah? You didn't get a
chance with your dad, did you. No Billy. Everyone was too busy and stuff.
I was with your father most the time. Go ahead honey. Please. Don't
worry about me. Mom wants to go again upstairs I think. So By that
time,......

Are you sure honey? Yes. He probably feels left out now. Yes. You're
probably right Billy.

Go ahead and pull him up and dance with him like I did, and then fuck
him. OK Billy. She raised up to kiss me and pulled my hands to her tits.
Remember Billy. I am ONLY yours honey. Maybe you will have time to watch
him and me out your window. Maybe honey. Billy?, Yeah hon. If you can
watch me, I will be thinking of you honey. I will look up to see if you
are there and if I suck him, I will be looking into YOUR eyes baby. I love
you. Mom came over to me and Lisa. Billy? Do you want me honey? I
looked at Lisa and she knew I was right, now. I said yes mom. Let's go up
amd make nice love once more.

Anything wrong honey, mom asked as we walked through the long yard? No
mom, its just that Lisa hasn't had the chance to be with her father all
night. She thinks he might feel like she's ignoring him. Is she going to
fuck him now? Yes. That's what she was asking me about. She wants me to
at least watch them for a little while from upstairs. Yeah, we can do that
Honey.

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Friday, July 23, 2004

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Part 89

On Ilkley Moor Baht 'at

We got out of the car, waited for Dad to lock up then walked along to the
splendiferous establishment that is 'The Star of Bengal' restaurant! Looking
through the window, it looked pretty full but Dad led us inside where we waited
but moments before one of the waiters came over.
"I think so Mr Bond, wait a moment please?"
Chandi disappeared and I felt a nudge in my ribs, turning Brit whispered by my
ear.
"What is this place?"
"What do you mean? It's an Indian restaurant of course"
"When your Dad said we were going Indian, I thought like Native American?"
Before I could go on Chandi came back.
"Please to follow me Mr Bond"
We followed him to a table near the rear of the restaurant where his brother Ran
was waiting to help seat us.
"Would you like drinks?" Chandi asked as he handed out menus
"Just water for me, kids?"
"Coke please" Jules requested and the rest of us agreed on that choice.
I knew what Dad would have and was pretty sure of my choice.
"Er Drew what is all this stuff, chicken jal, jalfrezzy, pompadous?"
"Well it's curries and stuff"
Dad must have overheard.
"You two are okay with this aren't you?"
"Yes," Deb replied, "it's just at home you don't get like this choice. It's
either chicken or beef, hot or mild. There's a place in Augusta that's supposed
to do this stuff but we've never been."
"In that case," Dad was warming to his task, "I think you need the works! That
okay with you two?" he asked Jules and me.
"Sure" Jules replied noncommittaly
"I guess so"
Chandi chose that moment to arrive with the drinks.
"Are you ready to order, ladies, sir?"
"The girls here have never sampled your fine wares Chandi so I think we'll have
the set meal for five." Dad advised
"Bhaji's or samosa?"
"Can we have half and half?"
He scribbled on his pad
"Er can I have a peshwari please" I mentioned
"So we have set meal for five, mixed starters and one peshwari naan"
"Best make that two" Dad told him
"Two peshwari." Chandi then trotted off to the kitchen.
"This place is amazing" Brit stated looking around.
Well I guess if you've never been to an Indian restaurant before it might seem a
bit out there! The whole place is a bit OTT. The walls are covered in murals of
Indian life, the Taj Mahal, all that sort of stuff with loads of pot plants (no
not 'pot' plants!), lanterns an' that with a backing track of bangra playing
over the total. I've been a few times before but I think Mum and Dad come here
pretty regular, when Mum's home of course.
You don't need me to tell you too much about the meal, well okay a bit then! We
got those big crispy popadoms with the pickles while we waited for the starters
proper, the look on Deb's face when she got a mouthful of lime pickle! Then we
shared the onion bhaji's and Samosa's, so far so good!
Then the fun! Chandi and Ran brought out the dish warmers and started to fill
the table with dishes, plain and pilau rice, chicken jalfrezi, beef madras, lamb
korma, chicken tikka masala, vegetable curry and naan bread, oh and of course me
and Dad's peshwari naan's. Phew! Everyone had a bit of everything, mild, hot,
sweet, sharp and by the time we finished everyone was pretty stuffed! I never
seem to get as far as a dessert, one day!
"Everything alright Mr Bond?"
"Yes thanks"
"All the young ladies enjoy?"
"Great thanks" Deb offered
"Yeah that thing with the coconut, umum!" Brit mentioned
Dad paid the bill and we spilled back outside into a warm but dark Warsop
evening.


Saturday. I got my training ride in before breakfast and was showered and into
my jeans before the girls were even out of bed! Another one of those warm but
overcast days was on the cards according to the telly but for now at least the
sky is almost clear.
"Urgh, I shouldn't have eaten so much" Brit complained
"That'll teach you sis" Deb had surprisingly little compassion for her sister!
"You won't be wanting breakfast then?" I mentioned
"Just juice for me" Brit requested
I got her juice and we both went out back to sit in the sun for a bit.
"Twice yesterday"
"Twice?"
"Yeah twice people thought you were a girl"
"I'll give you that time at the 'Graves' but where was the other one?"
"In the restaurant?"
"Did not!"
"That Chan guy, he did. When we were leaving he asked how, what did he say now,
oh yeah, 'the young ladies enjoy'. No mention of young man"
"You're dreaming!"
"Am not, neither's Deb"
"Well so what if he did? Like Mad said, it's not exactly a rare occurrence"
"All the guys I know back home would go ape shit"
"Well I'm not 'all the guys' am I"
She shook her head.
"So you guys have Saturday chores?"
"Huh?"
"You know like jobs you have to do to get your allowance?"
"Oh right, no, not really."
"So if we weren't here, you'd just hang with the guys?"
"Well unless I'm racing." I checked my watch, "bum, Mad'll be here soon!"
I don't want to talk about the rest of the day! Two words cheer leader! Mad has
gone cheering crazy.
"Come on Drew, you did it yesterday"
"That was yesterday"
"Yeah but no ones gonna see you round here"
"No but..."
"So you can join in!" she enthused
"I guess so"
So against my better judgement I spent most of the day with Sab, Brit and Mad
making an arse of myself! I suppose I did sort of enjoy myself, I did keep
getting an armful of Mad when turned the wrong way or tripped over her own feet!

"I'm bushed" Mad exclaimed
"I never said it was easy" Brit advised
"Well I think Drew should be in the squad" Sab dropped into the conversation.
"No way!"
"I agree, it would even the numbers too" Brit stated
"There is absolutely no way I'm being in your stupid cheerleading team! Get
Jules or Deb or someone."
"But we want you" Sab whined
"And you know most of the moves already" Mad mentioned
"I've got to clean my bike for tomorrow"
"Spoilsport!" Mad pouted


Dad had got Sunday planned to the nth degree! First my race at Harrogate
showground then in the afternoon a walk before coming home again. Jules managed
to wheedle herself and Debbie out of the trip, but Mad and Sab had 'volunteered'
to come instead.
With a couple of hours drive north and a ten o'clock race start, Dad insisted on
a six thirty start, urgh! We picked the girls up and we headed out to the A1
along the almost traffic free lanes.
"Hey they've got numbers on" Sabrina exclaimed as a couple of cyclists flashed
across the Five Lane Ends island in front of us.
"The North Mid's hundred" Dad mentioned
"You mean like a hundred miles?" Brit asked
"Yep, I think they've done about fifty miles when they get here"
We passed one or two more as we headed towards the motorway at Blythe
"That would take me forever!" Mad informed us
"Well five hours would be 'evens'" I advised
"What's 'evens'?" Sab asked
By this time we were on the motorway and Dad had us up to 70.
"Twenty miles an hour." I explained, "for ten miles like Tuesday it takes half
an hour at evens so Mad's twentynine is nearer to twenty one miles an hour."
"You mean those guys back there are riding for like five hours?" Brit enquired
Dad chuckled, "no, Britney, most of them will only be going for about four and a
half, the fast ones less than four."
"That's like twenty five an hour?" she gasped
"I can't imagine riding that far, that quick." I put in
"Your mother often does" Dad mentioned
"Yeah but it's different in a bunch"
"Well she did four twenty something for a hundred before she had you"
We made good time on the quiet motorway and seven thirty found us at
Ferrybridge. Dad pressed on and the three girls dropped off, the early start
finally taking its toll on the threesome. Dad eased the speed; we were making
good time. Past the York turn off then around Wetherby before we reached the A59
Harrogate turn, the morning haze lifting a little to reveal the rolling Vale of
York around us.
The girls started to stir with the change in engine tone and one particularly
bad pothole shook them fully awake.
"We there?" Brit yawned
"About another twenty minutes" Dad advised
"Twenty minutes?" Sab asked
"Till we get there" I told her
"Oh" she turned back to snuggle against the door.
We got caught at all three sets of lights in Knaresborough before crossing the
Nidd and climbing into Harrogate. Mad spotted the sign for the Great Yorkshire
Showground and five minutes later we were following a concrete roadway around
the site. We weren't the only car heading in, there were a couple in front
loaded with several bikes each and at the top of the hill, the car park was
already host to maybe a couple of dozen more and it was not much past eight
thirty!
Perhaps I should tell you why we'd just driven nearly a hundred miles this early
on a Sunday morning. Today's event is the Yorkshire Open Circuit Race
Championship incorporating the North of England Schoolboy/girl Championships.
There are similar events on for the Southeast, Southwest, Central and Northwest
regions. The best riders today then get to fight out the National title in a
fortnight, this year that's on the Eastway circuit in north London. So instead
of maybe a total of thirty under sixteen's riding, today some age bands would
have more than that as riders were coming from Newcastle in the north, all of
Yorkshire, Lincolnshire and a few borderline cases like me from Notts and
Derby's. We could have ridden the Midlands event but in truth I preferred my
chances up here! And anyway my club is registered with Lincs Division.
Dad got my bike ready and then we all walked along to the race control. Dad and
the girls went into the exhibition hall, which for today was transformed into
changing and officials areas. I joined the queue for the bike check and shivered
in the cool breeze as I waited my turn. I didn't recognise any of the other
riders, that's good, they won't know my tactics!
I watched as each bike was given the once over, tyre check, saddle, brakes, bars
then the gears and finally the backwards roll to check the gear size. Most of
the bikes passed with no comment, everyone does their own check first, and
failure to get a pass will mean no ride! There was a big lad a couple in front
of me, from his accent he was from Newcastle direction and his bike failed the
gear check, he'd taken a gamble and failed.
"But it passed last week man!"
"Well it's over the limit lad, get it sorted then come see me again"
"Oh man, queue again like?"
"No come straight down, I'll only need to do your gears again"
He rushed off muttering under his breath.
What if mine fails? Even the wrong tyres could put you over the gear limit! Then
it was my turn, the checker ran through the list, tyres, saddle, brakes, bars,
quick release then a run through the gears. Everything was perfect. Last hurdle
the gear check, he lined my crank up and wheeled along the chalked line, it's
gonna be close, but as he stopped at the line, my crank stopped exactly on the
line.
"By 'eck lass, you couldn't get much closer than that!" he announced, "here you
go, you'll need this to sign on and good luck lass"
Grrr! One day!
I parked my bike in the designated area and went inside where Dad and the girls
were waiting.
"Pass okay?"
"It was right on the line, one lad went over in front of me"
"Well you'd best get signed on then, we'll get a drink while you get sorted out,
girls?"
"I'll stay with Drew" Mad advised
"Okay, we'll be in the cafeteria along at the end."
Another line to join! I got to the front of the queue.
"Race?" the woman behind the table asked
"Under thirteen's"
"Licence and bike ticket please lass?" she requested, I passed them over. "Here
you go" she passed a clipboard over which I took and signed against my name,
number thirtyone.
"Number thirty one" she checked through a pile of numbers and gave it to me,
"good luck lass"
Ooooh!
"It's a good job Brit and Sab aren't here" Mad pointed out
"Yeah, that's twice this morning, the bloke doing the bikes called me lass as
well!"
"Come on let's get you ready"
It was nine fifteen when we found the others in the canteen place watching a big
screen that occupied one wall.
"Hey Drew this is pretty cool, the circuit goes right past and they'll be
showing it live in here too" Brit enthused
"You ready son?" Dad asked
"I hope so"
"Remember what your Mum's told you. Now be careful out there, its fairly narrow
and there's a bit of damp still down at the bottom in particular."
"Good luck Drew" Sab gave me a smacker on one cheek then Brit matched that on
the other.
"Do it for me Drew" Mad told me then planted one direct on my lips much to my
surprise.
"Er right" I managed when she let go
"Come on you two" Dad broke the moment, "good ride Drew, we'll see you out
there."
With cleats clacking on the concrete floor I headed outside, strapped my helmet
on, rescued my bike and headed towards the warm up holding area. Mine wasn't the
first race; the first event started at nine for the combined 11's and 12's, half
an hour plus a lap. For the little uns that meant about eleven or twelve of the
onekilometre laps around the showground roadways. My event is forty minutes
plus one so at evens that'd be maybe sixteen laps, if the pace was a bit higher
it could go to twenty or so!
I joined the circling riders just riding around to keep warm then after what
seemed an age one of the officials came over.
"Under thirteen's. You've got ten minutes on the circuit, stop when you're told"

With that he opened the barrier and for the first time I got a look at the
circuit. I took the first lap round nice and steady, checking out the corners
and stuff. All around me the other riders were racing around, including I was
not pleased to see, the big Geordie. The girls gave a cheer when I passed their
chosen viewpoint; I waved back then got myself into race mode. The circuit was
not unlike Sheffield except it was flatter and a fair bit narrower!
I checked out the other riders, fortythree in total and according to the start
card, eleven of those were girls. So I could ignore them, they could all finish
in front of me; it's the boys that concern me! Apart from 'Oz', he sounds just
like, Jimmy Nail, there were maybe another dozen who looked a bit useful and
seemed to know what they were doing. By their strips, three were from
Scarborough and the others from York and Leeds. My usual sparring partners from
My Lincoln races are all in the next race! I got in three laps before a marshal
stopped us and race time was upon us.
We lined up across the roadway and listened to the commissar's instructions, the
usual stuff about lapped riders except that the girls would be allowed to finish
as they having their own race within the race. I thought back to when we saw Mum
race in Germany for that championship; did she feel nervous like this? I guess
she did but she looked so calm! I straightened myself up and looked down the
line, they all looked as nervy as I felt but I did feel more confident by that
small token.
Then we were off, a quarter lap neutralised to get settled and clipped in, then,
at what I decided to call 'cheer' corner, the flag went down and we were off!
The lads from Scarborough took off and by the bottom corner a distinct pecking
order was in place. We bunched a bit on the long drag back up to the main
straight but the pattern was already set. I moved myself up amongst the front
runners, I noticed 'Oz' was doing a similar job, he nodded to me as we climbed
for a second time behind the enthusiastic Yorkshiremen.
We did about six laps in similar style by which time the bunch was whittled down
to about twenty, most of the girls were gone and apart from what I considered
the 'A' squad the other lads looked all in just staying where they were.
"You must be Bond" it was Geordie 'Oz'
"That's me"
"I'm Josh Waugh"
"Hiya" I replied between pants
"You fancy having a go at this lot of pansies?"
I hoped they hadn't heard his comment, at least we were currently sat at the
back of the lead group.
"What do you have in mind"
"Well like I was watching your Ma on the telly and she pulled a real smart move
on that mountain stage."
"This is hardly a mountain" I pointed out as we crossed the line again.
"Well my Uncle Joe, he was dead impressed said I should try it today but I
figured as you were here we could do a double attack thing"
"Okay I'm game, when?" we hurtled around the bottom corner, there was a bang and
crash behind us, a quick glance saw bikes and bodies collecting against the
straw bales! Phewee!
"Two laps time. You're only a squib so if you go they will probably let you have
some space, I'll try to hold them up as well, then next lap I'll do the same,
I'll get up to you then we can go all out for the finish."
"Fair enough" I resented being called a squib but hey! If the cap fits!
It was actually lap twelve after twentyfive minutes when Josh and I nodded to
each other and I forgot to brake down the hill that propelled me to the front
with Joe hard behind me. I kept the gear rolling as we started to climb; I could
hear frantic gear changes as the rest realised that something was afoot. Josh
dropped back letting me get clear, I heard him tell the others that I was a no
hoper and to give me a bit of rope, I'd soon be back. I took a quick glance as I
crossed the line and true to his word the big northerner was sat at the front
keeping the hounds at bay.
"Go Drew go!"
"Go on son"
"Up, up, up!"
I tucked myself into a little bullet as I swept down the hill with about twenty
metre's lead. The back markers were coming back towards me with some regularity
and with a clear road I could pick a better line around the bottom corner and
dug in on the climb. Another backward glance at the top confirmed that Josh was
making his effort in front of a seemingly uninterested bunch. Odd!
I didn't dare ease off as I started yet another lap with ten minutes of race
time left. Josh however was up to the job, two laps after my escape he joined me
and we had about fifty metres of open road between us and a now more interested
bunch.
"How did you get away so easy?" I puffed
"Told em I was fetching ya back like"
I shook my head and we started the tough job of consolidating our lead. On the
downhill Josh tucked behind me and the up hill leg I let him drag us up.
"Ten seconds" Dad shouted when we next passed cheer corner, the girls shouting
themselves hoarse. There were a few more people about now and we were getting a
lot of support around the circuit.
At about two and a half minutes a lap we had a maximum of three laps left, a
little over two miles! We didn't make any more impression next lap, in fact Dad
shouted 'nine seconds!' as we passed. Then I saw our saviours fifty metres in
front, a bunch of about ten back markers.
"Let's get in front of that lot, the bunch won't be able to see us then"
"That's a canny idea!"
They were still twenty metres away at the bottom bend but we both sprinted hard
on the uphill and overtook the surprised and disappointed bunch. We eased off
letting the back markers come back to us. Josh risked a look back.
"They seem to be confused"
"Excellent!" we did quick high, well low, five and concentrated on the rest of
the climb. As we approached the line I could see an official ready to ring the
one to go bell. I grabbed Josh and he looked around surprised.
"Let this lot past, they can finish then, we'll go round them down the hill."
He smiled and shook his head as I waved our saviours past.
"DING, DING, DING, DING!"
We crossed the line about a length behind them then as soon as was safe we both
sprinted back past them to a chorus of 'thanks! Cheers, go guys!' I'm not sure
where Dad was getting his time checks but this time we got "twenty two lads, dig
in."
The girls were heading towards the finish only stopping briefly to cheer us as
we headed down hill for the last time. Only a complete catastrophe could muck us
up now! We made the bottom curve and Josh moved in front to make the final
climb, we were about half way up when there was an explosion in front of me.
"Shit man!" well that was the gist of what he said as we started to slow, "go
on, we don't want to waste all this effort"
"Don't be daft, come on" I pulled along side and started pushing his bike by the
saddle. He got the idea and with his back wheel banging along on the flat we
made the top of the hill with the backmarkers closing fast and the Yorkshire
Yakuza snapping at their heels. Everything seemed to go in slow motion then.
The two hundred flag came and went and a big guy started running along beside us
shouting encouragement. I turned to check behind us, we could still make it!
"Come on Josh!" I shouted releasing his saddle and starting to wind up the pace
again. I sensed more than saw Josh doing the same despite the flat.
The screaming and excited cheering filled my head as my attention was taken by
the chequered flag.
"Drewbie! Drewbie!"
"Go Josh, go!"
Fifty metres! Mum said never look back, I didn't need to, I could hear the fast
approaching bunch behind.
Out of the saddle, the bike took on a mind of it's own as I punched the pedals
breathing out of the window and a red haze starting to form. Josh was still
there but failing fast.
Twentyfive metres. I was into tunnel vision now. I could just make out Mad's
hysterical "Nooo!" and then I was over the line! And freewheeling. I hung my
head and started recovering some oxygen as a sea of riders swept me up and I had
to concentrate on what I was doing again.
Half an hour later I was watching that same sprint finish in the cafeteria still
in a state of shock. The girls were sat around me and Dad was stood with Joe
Waugh and his nephew Josh. The cameras missed the blow out but picked us up as I
pushed Josh up the last rise onto the flat. Josh did glance back; his uncle
chided him as we watched things develop. I took off out of the saddle with Josh
fighting his bike immediately behind. The bunch had now spotted us and became
animated as we both took the straightest possible route to the line.
In the last fifty metres I started really pulling away from Josh as he seemed to
zoom backwards towards the bunch. Someone at the front of the bunch realised
that all of a sudden Josh was going to be in the way and started to ease very
slightly. It was just enough to allow the now desperate Josh to get his wheel
across the line just millimetres in front of one of the Scarborough lads before
he finally lost the bike as the rear wheel skipped about, depositing him in an
impressive series of somersaults onto the grass. (He got a few scrapes and
bruises but that was all! Mind you his bike suffered a bit more!)
Meanwhile I'd crossed the line ten metres clear to take the North of England
under 13 championship!
I snapped back to reality as the girls hugged me again.
"I have to say Dave, in all my years of racing I've never seen anyone do that!"
Joe Waugh was telling Dad, "I've ridden against the pro's, all the big races and
I've never seen anyone do something so unselfish. In fact you'd say the lad was
daft but he still won!" he shook his head.
Then he came over to me.
"Drew lad, I thought youse was a girl at the start, but you've proved beyond
doubt today that you're more man than most of so called stars. I think you've
made a friend for life with young Josh here"
"He'd have beaten me in a straight sprint"
"That he might, but seeing that sprint of yours he would have been pushed"
I blushed as he shook my hand. Josh came over and after a quick "thanks Drew"
threw his arms around me and gave me a bonecrushing hug.
"You're a good un Drew Bond, I won't forget this" he gripped his medal so
recently received.
"Come on Josh, let's get you back home ta Geordie land!" Joe grinned, "bye Dave,
girls, bye Drew"
"Bye Joe" Dad replied as our new friends left.
"Come on you lot, I think we've had enough excitement today."
Yeah and now they all know I'm a boy, male! Not Gaby but Drew.
When we went to collect my bike I was stunned. Just about everyone stopped and
clapped with a few "way to go", "nice ride young un" and so on's thrown in. talk
about embarrassed! The girls just kept hugging me and I ended up in the back
with Mad and Brit, Sabrina took my usual front seat.
"Okay then" Dad started, "is our prodigy still up to a walk this afternoon?"
"I guess so"
Dad eased us out of the car park, nearly everyone waved or tooted, it was a
relief to get clear and head back to the main road.
"Okay then we'll grab a quick bite, a short walk then we'll head back okay"
"Sounds fine Mr B" Brit replied.
We navigated around the impressive heaths and gardens of Harrogate before
picking up the Skipton road onto the moors. A halfhour later we turned up the
hill to the Cow and Calf rocks and our immediate destination Ilkley Moor. The
car park was almost full; loads of people were up here to enjoy the views and
just being out in the countryside!
"I thought we were eating first?" I queried
"We are, the snack bar does the finest bacon sarnies this side of our kitchen!"
Mad stifled a giggle.
"Bacon sarnie girls?"
"Sounds good to me" Sab agreed
"Sure" Brit mentioned
"I know you two will" he addressed Mad and me.
"Thanks Unc"
This time I started to snort at Dad's expression.
Ten minutes later we were sat devouring what I have to agree were pretty fine
examples of bacon in a breadcake followed by some lovely traditional stodgy
fruitcake! Heaven!
Afterwards we changed our footwear to boots; Sab borrowed Jules as she takes
just a half size smaller. Then Dad led us off up the path in search of what he
called 'treasure', some really impressive rock art, or so he claims. After a
tenminute walk, Dad led us up onto an outcrop looking over Ilkley town. He
wasn't wrong; all the main surfaces were covered in carvings, cups, rings, lines
and all manner of other stuff.

We all took pictures before Dad took us further up onto the moor where we ended
up just sat on the rocks over looking Wharfedale. Dad started humming and
smiling I joined him. Mad picked up on what we were at and started singing in
her bright tones.
"Where has tha bin since I saw thee?"
Dad and I joined in.
"On Ilkley Moooor baa tat"
"Where has tha bin since I saw thee? where has tha bin since I saw thee?"
"On Ilkley Moor baa tat, on Ilkley Moor baa tat, on Ilkley Moor baa tat"
We were all grinning like loons! The 'choir' managed another two verses before
we all collapsed in hysterics, Dad included!
"Come on you lot, let's get back." Dad suggested
We made our way back to the car park and I reclaimed my front seat! Dad took us
on over the moor and eventually down into the Aire valley and Leeds where we
picked up the motorway. Once clear of Leeds we picked up the M1 and we made
excellent time.
"There's Meadowhall" Mad mentioned as we joined the Tinsley Viaduct.
"Where we went shopping?"
"That's the one, and that's Sheffield proper over there" I pointed vaguely up
the Don Valley.
From Meadowhall it's only a couple of junctions to the A57 to Worksop, Dad's
preferred route home. Instead of dropping Mad and Sab off we went straight back
to Chez Bond.
Maddy Bell 17.03.04 � 2004
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The Off Season by Cobalt Jade 5/97 "Are you sure you want to do this?" he said. "Yes," she replied, her voice a husky whisper against his neck, his thick sideburns tickling her nose. He smelled of autumn leaves, faint, spicy soap, and grease from the motorcycles he loved to work on. "We're breaking the law, you know." "To hell with the law." She nibbled on his ear, the rough growth of his beard scratching gently against her face. "I am ever at your command, my lady." He took up the thick wire cutters and cut through the fence in a series of snips, peeling back the chain metal to make a hole big enough for them to crawl through. He fetched a few other things from the back of his bike and tucked them under his arm. They crawled under the wire, she first, he following more carefully to avoid catching his fringed leather jacket on the sharp edges. No one would see their entry, concealed as it was by a row of bushes. The marvels of Playland were spread out before them, the amusement rides like sleeping giants in the November twilight. The pavilions and eating stands were boarded up, the video game parlors securely locked. It looked less like an amusement park then an empty movie set where things might happen once the scene was dressed...deserted, yet quivering with potential. Her excitement and longing grew. To her, the park was even more enchanting in this quiet evening than it had been during those innocent days of picnics and swimming when she was a child, or the wild nights of her teenage years. Her parents had started her on the kiddie rides when she could barely walk, and graduallt she had worked her way up from the miniature steam train to the ferris wheel, the Scrambler and Himalaya, then the roller coasters and the nauseainducing Skydiver and Zipper. She had moved away after graduation and sampled other rides, and other thrills, in more modern parks across the country. But this modest place of amusement still had a special place in her heart, which was why they had returned here, on this day, in the offseason of the park. The day had been warm, and the asphalt they walked on still held the heat even though the breeze was cool. A smell of burning leaves came from a distant field. A few crows gave complaint in the stillness. She imagined the smell of popcorn and hotdogs, the cacophony of screams, laughter, and distant rock music from the rides. The rides waited like frozen dinosaurs, mute, yet full of potential power. Their lurid metallic hues looked fluorescent in the fading light. The rotating disk of the Trabant was still now, its garish sign unlit. The swing ride was missing its swings, the flume its water. The abandonment might have looked foreboding to someone else, but to her it only added to the anticipation. "There it is." The pavilion was a marvel. She had always thought it resembled a Moorish kiosk, decorated as it was with goldleafed minarets, silk banners, and layer after layer of decorative woodwork carved into cherubs, clown's faces, snarling dragons, and other fell beasts. The colors were those of a candy store: cherry red, royal purple, fuchsia, tangerine. She paused to admire it. "Inside, baby," he said. "Remember why we came here." He gave her a knowing wink. Technicians had been cleaning the pavilion so the canvas panels that covered the open sides were not drawn down. The thought of exposure both chagrined and excited her. They had already taken a big risk in breaking in here. Why not add one more? A nearby portable generator told them the park's power hadn't been entirely cut off yet. Probably the crews would be back tomorrow, cleaning the carousel before securing and locking it shut for the winter season. Her husband went off to find the control panel. She didn't have any doubts he could get it running. He was a wizard with his bikes, and had worked for a while as a heavy equipment operator. She sighed in anticipation. She had loved this carousel ever since she was a child. It was an original Dentzel, and the carved horses were original too, lovingly maintained over the years. The animals on the outside were the best. Snorting, stamping, rearing, they always seemed to be in a frenzy of agonized motionrandy stallions and mares imprisoned by the poles on their backs and set to gallop around the central axis, foreverthe upanddown motion both relieving their lust and adding to it. Some gazed up at the sky, others pawed the earth. The most desirable ones thundered straight forward. They all had names painted on their saddles: Thunder. Flying Cloud. Scout. A strange nostalgia gripped her. The park was where she had learned to flirt, to kiss, to fuck. She had a few animals that were her favorites. She liked the snarling tiger with his moghulstyle saddle, even though he did not move up and down like the horses did. Most of the exotic animals, like the ostrich and lion on the other side of the carousel, were standers. They always filled up fast, though. You had to quick if you wanted to ride on the tiger. Of the horses, she liked Lady, the white Arab filly. Her saddle was decorated with carved roses and she posed prettily with one foreleg raised, her head tucked coquettishly down. Then there was Hiawatha, whose head was pointed straight up the sky ("stargazing," as carousel enthusiasts called it), all four of his legs raised in midgallop. He was an Indian buckskin and carried a carved wooden lasso next to his saddle. She liked to pretend she was Annie Oakley when she rode him. But her very favorite was Tornado. He was one of the largest, a magnificent greydappled charger. His neck was arched and his head tilted to the side, so his carved wooden mane flared dramatically in a spiky, wavy crest. His forelegs were bent up as if he was going to charge or rear. She nodded to herself. Tornado, definitely. She spread the soft quilts over the horse's back, with a few firm cushions in strategic areas. She tied them down with strips of fabric. "How's it going, honey?" she called. "Nearly there." He stuck his head out of the control and grinned at her. He looked like a 14yearold with his tousled hair and dimples, despite the fact his high school years were nearly two decades years behind him. "Why aren't you on the horse? Remember you can't climb on so easily when this baby gets going." "It's cold," she said. "You won't be cold for long." He went back inside the booth. It hadn't hurt that he'd worked in this park during his college summers. That longago knowledge was being put to good use now. She took off her denim jacket, her jeans, her sweater and turtleneck. She couldn't help glancing around to see if anyone was staring at her. Silly, she reminded herself. They were in a deserted amusement park in the middle of nowhere, on a quiet weekend when people were more likely to be raking leaves or watching football games on TV. No one could get past the park's fences except those familiaras they themselves werewith its weak points. They had made, certain, too, to note the absence of security guards. She folded her clothes in a little pile, then removed her panties and bra. The cold was a sudden shock on her skin, teasing her nipples into painful little gems. She felt a breeze play along her belly. The atmosphere suddenly shifted from peaceful to erotic. She touched her bush, the soft lips of her pussy, amazed at the sudden sensation and moisture she felt there. She looked up. Tornado's pole connected to a framework of many others, all worked by pistons in the roof of the carousel. When in motion, all the horses were staggered to move in different rhythms, like an actual herd in full gallop. The rhythm would be implacable, unstoppable, once the machinery got going. She closed her eyes and smiled. She put one foot into the cold stirrup of the saddle and hoisted herself onto the horse's back. The quilts helped to deter the cold. She wouldn't have wanted to be in contact with the slick, chilly wood. As a child, this horse had seemed huge to her . Now she knew it was not the size of an actual stallion, though it was large enough still to accommodate an adult...or two. She sat in saddle but faced backwards, resting her back against the pole. Her husband came back with two long strips of cloth. He tied one around her waist to secure her to the horse's barrel, then crossed the other over her breasts to secure her to the pole. Then he took a piece of rope and looped it through the horse's jaw, making an actual set of reins for himself. "Sorry for the kink, darlin'," he said. "But we don't want you falling off now, do we?" "Oh no, of course not." He kissed her, and his mouth was the promise of pleasure to come. He kissed her breasts. She felt her flesh suffuse with sensation like ripples on a pond. His gentle tongue teased her nipples, compacting them into twin peaks of delight. "Don't be long," she whispered. "I don't intend to." He dashed back into the control booth. She closed her eyes, her back arching against the pole. She raised her arms behind her to grip it in her hands, and waited for the inevitable moment when the carousel would stir to life. The apprehension raced through her like her first time at the top of the park's roller coaster, like the first time she'd told a boyfriend YES. Was it? No. Yes...it was. A tiny movement shuddered through the metal pole, and she felt herself rising. Behind her closed eyelids she saw a blaze of color as thousands of tiny light bulbs switched on, swirling patterns of yellow and red, white and blue. The music began, a triumphant calliope waltz. The horse slowly rose as high as it could, then dipped down again in a complete revolution. It started on another. Eyes still closed, she felt the warmth of a human body next to her. Her husband. She opened one eye. He smiled at her, eyes crinkling at their corners, as she and the horse descended. She saw his neck, his broad, nicely muscled chest with its coating of hair, his slightly rounded but still sexy abdomen...and his very erect cock, which pointed at her invitingly. The warm colors of the lights danced across his skin. "Enjoy the ride," she whispered, closing her eyes again and arching her neck. Her long hair rippled down her back. He adjusted the stirrups. She felt the horse shudder as he put one foot in the stirrup and raised himself up. He swung his right leg over her and placed his foot in the stirrup on the other side. She felt the improvised reins become taut as he took them up in his hands. This was how he would ride, standing in the stirrups over the saddle, as he rode her...and as she rode the painted wooden horse beneath her. She opened her eyes as his face descended to hers, and she opened her mouth to admit his kiss. The loving invasion sent new sensation through her. She sucked on his tongue like it was all the cotton candy and soft ice cream she'd ever eaten in the park, her head moving with the demanding pressure of his mouth. The warm nearness of his body drove her into a fever. The music was very loud, the closeness of the calliope, and the absence of other sounds in the park, sending delicious vibrations washing through her. The hard fleece of his beard rubbed against her neck. Her nerve endings kindled, shooting off little synapses that flowered greedy hunger in her breasts and wellmoistened sex. He took up the reins in a single hand and twisted a nipple, causing her to moan. With his mouth he sucked the other, the rhythm rising, falling, like the carousel horse she was now inextricably fastened to. His beard scratched the underside of her breast, a sweet, tormenting itch that started her hips into motion...rising and falling, a faster countermotion to the mechanical plunging of the carousel pole. She dug her fingers in his hair, guiding his head and hand lower. Sensitized as she was, she bucked and twitched when he touched her mound. A pity she was too well secured to touch it herself, but her safety had been paramount. He moved his fingers in a soothing circular motion. She was so wet they worked smoothly, smearing her fluids over her thighs and belly. She felt the warm juice cool in the breeze as they whipped around the carousel. She felt the liquids tighten on her skin. He touched her clit, and her hips jerked. Twisting, almost sobbing, she pressed herself into his hand, her own fingers rubbing her nipples. He knew she could come from a fingerfuck alone. But the passion must not come to climax too early. She heard him breathing over the music, a hoarse, excited rasp. She saw he was fully erect, his cock a stiff rod. It was easily the rival of any of the horses'. She gripped it with her fingers, massaging his balls as her other hand slid up and down. As always, she marveled at its length, the sheer hardness of it. As a child, how could she have ever believed that such a limp, pink silly thing could be such an object of terror and delight? She felt it jerk out of her fingers as he lowered himself onto her, his cock sliding home like a missing piece of a puzzle. Entered her, and clicked firmly into place. He gripped the reins with both hands and rode her with a wild abandon, thrusting forward as the horse rose on its slender pole, then fell. His rhythm fell into the overall rhythm, the graceful dance of the painted herd, the languid pumping of the carousel engines. Her hands circled her breasts, kneading them in time with his thrusts. Every inch of her skin felt exposed and laved in icy fire. Her mouth opened in glorious cries. She rubbed the soft skin of her calves over his firmer, hairier legs, then crossed her ankles behind his powerful thighs. Her breath turned into hisses. The calliope music filled her, engorged her. The horse flew beneath her. She traveled into a bright and unknown country, gilded hooves thundering ecstasy over every inch of her skin. Jolts of unbridled pleasure exploded through her body. The music vanished, as did the cold and the awkward position she held on the horse. The pleasure wracked her, went on and on, then faded like sparks of dying light. Limp, filled with sweet devastation, she felt him climb off of her. The carousel slowed. The music stopped. She felt a glass of champagne touch her lips. She opened her mouth to swallow. She had not forgotten the date. It had happened fifteen years ago, when, overcome with lust, she had let a gawky college junior bang away on her in the carousel's hard, wooden sledge seat. They had been too shy to try this back then, but age and experience had made them more daring. "Happy anniversary hon," her husband said. END This work is ed 1997 by Cobalt Jade (Cobaltjadeaol). This work may be be freely distributed over electronic media provided no fee is charged for its use. Charging a fee for this story, or publishing without author credit or this notice violates my .

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