Megan smiled as she walked along the street. Her mind was full of memories of doing so previously, how she had slipped on the wet moss that covered the pavement, and how George had saved her. Her mind drifted back to the suggestion that a 'slippery when wet' sign should be in place and how thoughts had turned to other times when her body might need similar warnings posted. She also remembered how he had dropped off his dog, Bacon, at home and then read a story to her. She recalled too how she had felt so aroused by what she had heard.

Winter had arrived, or at least the tame imitation of it the capital experienced. The pavement, which had become perilous previously with damp growth, was now icy, but Megan was more careful since the fall her route had reminded her of again.

"Slippery again, isn't it?" a voice called out, Megan knowing instantly who it belonged to.

Megan's face lit up as she turned and saw George a few steps behind her. It had been a couple of months since she had fallen, but a new hazard had at least allowed her to recall the pleasure of spending time with George in slippery conditions.

"Hello George, where's Bacon?" Megan asked, hoping nothing unfortunate had happened to him.

"He's on a playdate with his girlfriend, Princess Labia," George replied, remembering instantly that Bacon's sweetheart had a name that took a while to say without laughing.

"I won't ask," Megan said with a smile and a giggle.

George asked Megan about her plans for Christmas. The question reminded Megan of how quickly things had changed since their last meeting.

"My friend and I are going to Australia. It's been a rush to get everything sorted." Megan explained.

George told Megan her plans sounded exciting, and he would be thinking of her nice and warm when he was huddled around his heater. George's words always brought a smile to Megan's face, and this was no exception.

"I don't suppose you've got any time free to fuck me with a story, have you, George?"

Megan's thoughts that might have stayed in her head slipped from their safe ground, just as her feet had done before on the pavement.

Within an hour of their chance meeting, Megan was sitting next to George on her bed. George had the words to one of his stories in front of him on the screen of Megan's computer, and as he prepared to read, Megan eased a slow kiss onto his lips.

"Fuck me with a story, George, I need this," Megan whispered.

George read his story to Megan. She had already viewed it on the website because she popped in for a boost when she needed a naughty fix, but hearing him read it to her? Oh, yes!

Megan's fingers were hard and fast as she listened and fell under the spell of the words she heard. She brought herself to climax as George spoke of her body writhing to the feeling of hot cum gushing into it. The moment was sweet, beautiful, and exciting, but could it be one that had changed the path her life would take? Surely not?

"I need to ask you something," Megan said, looking at George as she enjoyed the climbdown from her climax.

George smiled at Megan and told her she could ask him whatever she wanted to.

"He's very wealthy indeed and generous to me with his money. I'd live a life of luxury with him and want for nothing except for what matters to me. I try to get him to have a laugh and a meaningless giggle, and he looks at me as if I'm from another planet. He tried to pot the pink, and it went into the wrong pocket. Instead of falling about with laughter, he sulked. I'd rather have someone fuck me who peed themselves with laughter at that than a stud who takes themselves too seriously. I watched your cock spring up and get in the way of your paper for a couple of seconds when you were trying to read to me, and you just giggled and smiled. It told me everything. A nice, clumsy laughter-filled fuck will seal the deal." Megan said with a smile.

"Slippery when wet?" George said with a smile.

"Slippery as a snail's front doorstep," Megan replied truthfully.

George found Megan's intention to turn her back on something many would find irresistible to be the kind of decision he thought she would make more easily than most. She always sounded to him like someone who knew her own mind, although the way she had confirmed what George believed to be the truth had been extraordinary.

Megan realised what she had said would have made George think a little; she would not have expected otherwise. What pleased her more than anything, however, was his understanding of what she needed at that moment and his realisation that this was no time for discussion. His words asking her if she was ready for him made her feel electric.

"I'm going to throw some clothes on so you can turn me on as I watch you trying to figure out how to unbutton and unfasten everything. That's not being mean; it will just be you being you, which is what I find as erotic as anything." Megan said as she dressed as she had said she would.

Megan loved the massage George gave her and the kisses she shared with him. She giggled as he pulled in two other directions before finding the right one to unhook her bra. She felt a wonderful wave of pleasure as he wrestled with her jeans to remove them. The way he slipped her knickers off? Well, that was bloody perfect, actually!

George slipped his fingers into Megan's wetness, knowing she would tell him when and if she wanted more. Megan sighed dreamily at every slip, slide, circle, and plunge that fell inside her, and she felt her body heating fast as sensations tripped throughout her body. Megan knew how far she could push it, and she did so to the edge.

"Fuck me, George," Megan whispered.

Megan gripped George inside her body. The feeling of him sliding through her wetness had made her pulse race, but when his cock pulsated as she squeezed against him, it made her laugh with delight. When he began to move, it was awkward. but it was full of the passion and desire to excite her that mattered, and she loved it.

The sounds George made as his arousal intensified were unique to him. Megan could laugh with him and not at him as he made them, and both she and George did. The honesty behind every sound she heard excited Megan; her own breathless moans and wriggles were a sign she knew she was heading the right way too.

The twitches and trembling of George's cock were enough to take Megan to the edge. The cry of orgasm from George and the feeling of his cum inside her body pushed her gladly into the arms of climax.

"Yee-haw!" Megan cried out joyfully, clueless about why her mind chose this expression.

Megan's body rode and gripped George's cock in celebration of what it was delivering under its own steam. Megan and George created an orgasmic duet of climactic chorus together, and they did so beautifully.

Megan and George cried tears of joy in each other's arms. When Megan told George to pack his bags, it was because she wanted her new lover and his dog, Bacon, to share their lives with her.

Bacon was thrilled to see George after his own date, which had only got as far as bottom sniffing, although he seemed happy enough.

Megan, George, and Bacon had the best Christmas ever, and it was the first of a lifetime of them for the trio. A bewildered ego elsewhere struggled with the idea that humour and compassion could have a greater value than money, but in this case, it did.

Megan loved the Christmas present George chose so wonderfully for her. It was not the finest gold and had no fancy maker's name, but the inscription, "Slippery when wet," made it the most treasured gift Megan would receive in her entire life.