It seemed to be my weekend for interrupting people in the throes of passion.

I sat alone in the cab of the truck and fingered myself closer and closer to orgasm. One hand was down my shorts strumming my clit, the other alternated between groping my own breasts and then snaking up the loose leg of my shorts to caress my soaked labia. I imagined that I looked comical because I was wearing men’s clothes.

My past week had been a rollercoaster of events and emotions. Last Saturday my mother called me in the middle of my girls-only weekend to inform me, in her hysterical panicked state, that my father had been in a terrible car accident and was “bleeding out” in the hospital. With Sylva and Kiera in tow, I sped the hundred or so miles to my old hometown to discover, as we hit the city limits, that dad had suffered multiple superficial cuts from the broken glass and a broken wrist, but was far from death’s door.

Mom insisted that I show up anyway and, after consoling dad, Kiera and mom really hit it off. My mother is what some call an “Elder” in her coven and spiritual craft. Kiera fawned over her and begged my mother to teach her. The end result was that Kiera decided to stay with my parents for at least a couple of weeks and Sylva and I returned light one slutty friend.

With their vehicle totaled and my father being out of work, I was concerned for their welfare. My boyfriend just happened to have a “spare” truck sitting around and offered to lend it to them. Last night’s trip was, again, to my parents’ home to surprise them with a loaner vehicle. I hadn’t told them that we were coming as I had wanted to surprise them. The surprise was mutual.

After a fun but non-eventful drive up, consisting mostly of us singing to the radio and mutually teasing each other, we arrived at my parents’ house. It used to be a small campground and the tiny parking lot is set a fair distance from the house. We parked there, beside dad’s mangled old truck, leaving Glade’s cycle in the bed for the time being, and walked the wooded path past the cabins and outbuildings to the main house that used to be the lodge.

As we rounded the final curve in the path that would put us in view of the house and yard, I saw my parents out by the fire pit. Kiera was nowhere in sight. My father was seated on one of the benches with his eyes closed. His pants were down around his ankles and my mother was on her knees between his legs. Her skimpy hippie dress was pulled down, exposing her nude breasts. The short skirt portion was scrunched up over her waist. Her mouth was plunging rapidly up and down my father’s shaft as she moaned in delight with every thrust. One of her hands was on dad’s thigh for balance and the other was busy between her legs as she pleasured herself while orally pleasing my father.

My boyfriend laughed in appreciative delight.

“Fucking Hell!” was my verbal response.

Mom stopped her oral servicing and looked up casually. ”Oh Kryssi, Kryssi, Kryssi,” she delightedly exclaimed as she sprang up and ran over to us with her bare breasts bouncing and a gleam in her eye. “What a pleasant surprise!”

“Don’t you fucking kiss me with that mouth, mom!” I shrieked out as I warded against her affections. “You just had dad’s cock in there!”

“Kryssi, you’re such a prude, sometimes. Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked cock before!”

“Mom, it’s not that. It’s just, well, dad. Eeew, gross.”

Dad was laughing but at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Glade was laughing in his usual, non-offensive and appreciative way.

“I’ll take a kiss, though,” my lover chimed out with perfect tonality.

Mom bounced her topless body over to him and kissed him deeply until I cleared my throat.

“See,” she said. “He’s not afraid of people acting naturally.” She turned back to Glade, brushing his chest with her nipples. “Are you bi?”

He chuckled at that. “Sorry to disappoint, but only lovely, wild, wanton ladies turn me on.”

He continued. “But may I apologize for interrupting your naughty, kinky, fun time as well as compliment you on a magnificent, exquisite, perfect pair of breasts?”

“You like?” she asked as she held them up for him to examine. “Who’s are better, mine or Kryssi’s?”

“Mom!”

“Prude,” my mother laughed at me. She at least put them back inside of her dress.

Glade diffused that with his usual grace and style. “One cannot cross-compare two versions of perfection. I find both pairs to be absolute perfection.”

“You can touch them, Pooh-Bear won’t mind.”

“Mom! Stop!”

Again my boyfriend diffused. “I have a surprise for you,” Glade smiled out as he winked at me. “Come with me.” He paused and smirked. “Or come with me after you cum.”

Luckily, Kiera emerged from the closest cabin and she and I caught up, although we had been staying connected through messaging the entire week. She was dressed surprisingly conservatively in non-slutty shorts and a t-shirt. She seemed glowing and happy. Mom, Kiera, and I chatted as my mother cleansed her mouth with whiskey. After an awkward arrival, things got back to normal, or abnormal, considering my family. They were most appreciative of the loan of a vehicle. Finally, it was time to leave.

Glade unloaded his cycle from the back of the loaner truck and we made our way to his house. Another turn of events, which Glade also had a hand in, resulted in Marcy receiving a “just because” ring from her boyfriend, Jake. She was waltzing in the aisles at work and wanted to find some out-of-the-way place to take him to show her gratitude. I offered up my home because I know I can trust Marcy. That left me at his mercy for a place to rest my head.

We were also at the mercy of the weather. Shortly before we arrived at Glade’s “Full Moon Manor,” the light and refreshing sprinkling of rain grew into a downpour. This had left us both soaked; the vibrations of the cycle had also left me in a major state of heat. I had wanted him so badly that I was peeling off my wet clothes before he had turned off the ignition. We made frenzied, lust-driven love out in the open, on the soaked ground, as the rain fell on our nude bodies.

He carried me across the threshold for a repeat performance on his foyer floor. A hot shower, followed by watching perhaps twenty minutes of a vampire movie, led to an hours-long marathon that started on the couch and ended in his bed. For added spice, I pulled up some steamy stories and had him read them to me during the act, which led to countless orgasms followed by a sound slumber and my clothes left, totally forgotten, out in the rain all night. They were my only clothes.

The result was that I donned my lover’s clothes for the ride to my house so I could change. However, he had some work to finish up and I happily agreed to accompany him and help. His tiny little thirty-two-inch waist pants and shorts were no match for my hips, so I had to settle for some cutoff thin sweatpants shorts. His broad chest made his shirts drape loosely over my torso. Overall I looked like a fashion nightmare, but he admired me nonetheless.

I “helped” him work, which meant that I mostly got in the way and asked questions. To say that he was working hard is a poor description. His muscles bunched and flexed as he worked, shirtless, mixing his concrete by hand and artfully applying it until rough-hewn cut stone appeared as if by magic. Sweat poured off his body and would fly out in cascading drops whenever he’d shake his hair. But he didn’t seem to be working at all. To me, work means that one does something for the money and maybe enjoys it.

My lover didn’t just enjoy his labors; he assailed them with enthusiasm, verve, and gusto. He was singing to the radio and having the time of his life. He took delight and joy in his work and I found it incredibly sexy and arousing. While the blazing heat didn’t seem to faze him, I needed to cool down in the truck parked in the shade.

Seeing him flexing and bending, all covered in sweat and dirt and concrete residue was simply too much. Having edged myself for upwards to twenty minutes, I was close to orgasm once more and tilted my head back with my eyes closed.

“All done,” he said with his voice shockingly close. I shrieked in surprise and saw his beaming face no less than ten inches from my head.

“Fuck! You scared me,” I admonished.

“Don’t you mean finger-fuck, you scared me?” He laughed out. “Where to?”

“My house since we’re not too far away. I want to get some more clothes so you can take me out in style tonight.”

“As you wish.”

It was only a thirty or so minute drive to my home from there. My lover mentioned that he wanted to hose off once we arrived before the concrete residue burnt his skin. We arrived and were talking about what I’d like to do for the evening when I opened the front door. I had totally forgotten that I had told Marcy to use my house for the weekend so she could be alone with Jake.

The scene that befell my eyes was an instant reminder. I’ve previously described Marcy as shy, introverted, conservative, and mousey. She had never given any indication of being anything other than those adjectives. When we went out together for a torrid and wild girl’s night out to a male review, she uttered the first curse words I had heard from her mouth in over two years. That mental image I had of her was shattered by the sight before me.

Marcy was clad in only a bra and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Her cute little behind and pubic area were partially covered by the strap-on dildo harness she was wearing, complete with a small-sized, but realistic-looking dildo. Jacob, her boyfriend, was bent over my couch and totally nude with a nice-sized cock standing at full attention. We had walked in on them in the most intimate of private moments.

Our conversation stopped when the scene was revealed to us. Whatever words I was going to say caught in my throat.

“Rut-Roh, Shaggy,” Glade said with amusement.

Heads snapped towards our direction, followed by an ear-piercing shriek from Marcy. Marcy’s face was anguished as she looked around quickly and then dove behind the couch in a panic. Jake was shocked and grabbed a pillow from the floor to cover his erection. Glade burst out laughing.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I apologized to them. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I totally forgot you two might be here.”

“Hiya, Lord Jacob,” my lover said as he casually strolled over and clasped forearms with a very embarrassed Jake.

He then peeked over the back of the couch. “Nice ass,” he said to Marcy.

“I want to die,” was all she said.

He clapped Jacob on the shoulder. “I take it she liked the gift?”

“You knew?” Marcy said, peeking over the couch and gesturing at her clothes.

Glade picked up her clothes from the floor and handed them to her. “Oh, he mentioned it to me,” was all he said. I knew that he had actually supplied at least some of the money, but I kept my mouth shut as well.

Marcy finished dressing and emerged guiltily from her hiding spot. I closed the gap between us and hugged her while apologizing once more and telling her not to worry about it.

Things were still a bit awkward.

“Mind if I go hose down?” Glade asked me.

“You can shower,” I told him.

“Nah,” he said. “The little bits of dirt and concrete will fuck up the plumbing; I’ll use the hose.” As he said that, he stripped off his moccasins and then peeled off his pants. He stood in front of them totally naked. I tried not to stare and drool. Marcy tried to avert her eyes, but her gaze was riveted to his body. Her eyes got huge when she saw his long, thick cock.

He winked at me and just strolled through the kitchen towards my back door. Every step he took caused his finely muscled ass to bunch and flex. I stopped trying not to stare or drool.

“He just stripped in front of me,” a dismayed Marcy said slowly.

“He’s like that,” I mentioned.

“Glade is the least shy person I’ve ever known,” Jacob added.

“His thingy is huge!” Marcy observed. “Nice set of buns, too! Wow!”

“Don’t worry, Jake,” I interjected. “Having recently seen them, you’ve got a sweet set of cheeks, too.”

He smiled and laughed, which set off both Marcy and me.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” I told them again. “I just need to grab some clothes—mine got ruined—and I’ll leave you two alone for the rest of the weekend, I promise.”

“Don’t tell anyone, please!” Marcy begged me.

“What consenting adults do in the privacy of their own home, or mine for that matter, is their own business. Your secret is safe with me.”

Marcy and I went upstairs so I could grab a quick shower and some clothing. She filled me in on her and Jake, and by the end of the conversation, things were back to normal. However, my opinion of Marcy had changed quite a bit.

We returned to Glade's place. He still had some more work to do for “a neighbor,” so I chilled out for the rest of the day. I requisitioned his computer, caught up on some emails and online messages with friends, and got myself ready for his return. Yes, I also snooped a bit more because he’s such an enigma. No, I didn’t learn anything new or unearth any answers, just more questions.

By the time he returned, a few hours later, I had taken a long bath just for relaxation, done my hair and makeup, donned a light blue tube-top sundress and sandals, and was watching Star Trek on his television. After a warm and passionate greeting, he told me that he just needed to get cleaned up and he’d take me out to “show me off.”

In record time, he had showered and put on some nice casual but stylish clothing.

“I’ll take you to one of my favorite ‘secret’ locales,” he said with mystery in his voice and appropriate finger quotes. “There’s a cozy little restaurant not too far from here that I hope you’ll love. They also have an amazing wine collection. I really like the décor and the service is top-notch.”

“I forgot to tell you,” I told him. “Since dad has so much idle time, he finally made some special gummies. Mom gave me some. Do you want to try them?”

“Maybe later,” he waved off. “I’m driving.”

Laughing over catching mom and dad, then Marcy and Jake in the act, we drove to the restaurant. I took one of dad’s newest creations. It tasted like grass clippings and dirt with some sugar added.

About fifteen minutes of constant compliments and driving me insane with desire later, we arrived at a small restaurant named “The Grotto.” The outside looked as if it were made of hand-hewn stone and the front arbor seemed to have been carved out of living rock. There was a small parking lot, mostly full, and several small trees with fairy lights adorning them lining the cut-stone pathway to the entrance.

He helped me out of his car, like a true gentleman. I flashed him my bare pussy as I got out, like a true slut. He noted my nudity and pulled me close to him. He looked into my eyes, nearly consumed with passion, and our faces were so close that I felt an overwhelming desire to be kissed.

As I readied myself, he pulled away, increasing my desire ten-fold. He always does that; he prolongs each moment of satisfaction until I’m going insane with desire. My lips ached for his; my body ached for his touch; my mind screamed for him to surrender to my womanly charms.

“Let’s eat first!” he said. Damn him.

He wrapped me possessively in one arm and led me towards the door. His hand traveled south a few inches and boldly felt my ass. Right at the door, he stopped and looked into my eyes deeply.

“Just so you know, you have much nicer tits than your mother,” he said with that roguish smirk of his.

“You’re just saying that because you want to get lucky,” I teased.

“I’m actually saying that because it’s true.”

He opened the door and gently guided me inside, muttering “paradise” as I felt his eyes wander over my back. Then things got really interesting.