Les and Phoebe have no real concerns about Mark and Brian. They know Brian from the Peacock and feel he is a gentleman. Mark, they only know about from what Grace, Tim, and Sam disclose to them Friday night. Grace, Tim, and Sam tell Les and Phoebe about what went on earlier. They mention the incident in terms of their concern about how it affects Abbie.
Les and Phoebe hope it all has a good outcome. For themselves, they are more interested in what Sam can tell them about Les’s house renovations. Through no fault of Sam’s, more Les and Phoebe getting carried away, the house is taking longer to finish.
Choosing special tiles and fixtures, all special orders, they are waiting for the deliveries. This is the cause of the delay in finishing the house for them. Sam and his crew have taken on different jobs while waiting, and Les assures him that he should not worry about the delays.
But seeing Sam always triggers them to ask about updates on the delivery date. Meanwhile, they are learning about each other more as they are now living together in Phoebe’s apartment above the bar.
Living together, both for the first time with someone else for a long time, Les and Phoebe are adjusting to this new life together. It is not all smooth sailing. On the one hand, having different schedules, and on the other being together so much. Les is used to being out and about, Phoebe with so much focus on Wilde Peacock, does not take time to relax and move around more.
With the renovations at Les’s house now in their third month and looking like taking a couple more, perhaps, their closeness is beginning to show. Luckily, Les has the new position at Pathways, which takes up her time three days a week. Another two afternoons, she has her help groups at the community center.
In those sessions, she is shifting to be part of Pathways as her groups' specific needs fit better there than at the community center's general services. She is working on how the center can direct individuals in need to the groups and other Pathways services.
This side of things helps keep Les occupied and not sitting at the end of the bar all the time while Phoebe works. She is still concerned about how much Phoebe gives of herself to the place and is trying tactfully to wean her away.
Not to mention the fact that Phoebe’s working hours are afternoons until midnight or later. The sacrifices each are making to have actual time together are becoming cumbersome. They are together a lot, but not as a time to really be together.
This Saturday, after both being at the bar until closing time last night, Les convinces Phoebe to sleep in. Well, not precisely sleep, but it is keeping her occupied and her mind off the bar for a few hours.
Phoebe wakes to feel a movement under the covers down by her feet around ten in the morning. If she had a dog, she would think it is working its way under the comforter. But with no dog, she imagines the raccoons she sometimes hears outside the window have found a way in. Phoebe turns to shake herself awake to help investigate but does not see Les beside her.
Phoebe hears the noise getting louder. And sees Les’s feet peeking out from under the covers beside her. Phoebe lies back, spreads her legs in anticipation, and says loudly, “Les, I think a raccoon got in and is under the covers. Ooh, what is it doing? It’s scrambling between my legs.”
Les stifles a laugh and makes little nibbling sounds as she does the same scrambling mentioned. Working up from Phoebe’s ankles closer and closer to her special treasure. Phoebe gets into the game and ooh's and aw's at each touch, “It’s getting closer Les, what should I do?”
Chattering and squeaking in such a voice, Les replies, “Spread your legs like a good little girl and let me burrow my way into your wet, warm, sticky cave.” Saying this, Les spreads Phoebe’s lower lips and begins investigating with her tongue. Les’s fingers serve as claws to part the way to the wonderous treat ahead.
Phoebe, loving the feel of Les eating her, moans and leans back to allow this to go on as long as Les wants to. She feels herself lifting higher and higher. Phoebe crashes with an outpour quickly after Les finds her mark.
But this is not a deterrent to Les. She wants Phoebe to give her body over today and relax totally. Les doesn’t care how many climaxes Phoebe has. The more, the better. The goal for Les is to get Phoebe to the point of total surrender. Willing to do anything suggested to her.
So the morning proceeds, into afternoon even. Les is concentrating on Phoebe’s box of jewels, making her cry out in release repeatedly. She isn’t cruel. Les takes breaks when she surfaces to caress Phoebe’s hair and back to calm her, then back to the task at hand.
In the beginning, Phoebe cries out, begging Les to stop, based on all the work Phoebe thinks she needs to get done. Les is not concerned and presses forward. Soon Phoebe’s cries of protest change to cries of lust as she comes again and again.
They don’t get out of bed all day. A cat nap, after Phoebe comes for the tenth time, she begins returning the favor to Les. Phoebe is as diligent as Les was. Between her fingers and lips, she soon has Les singing.
After coming the third time, Les laughs, telling Phoebe, “We do seem to have a gaze of raccoons here. They do seem so friendly, though. Perhaps we can let them just settle here with us?”
Phoebe joined in on the levity and agrees that the raccoons seem to have certain talents and worth keeping around. Laughing together, the raccoons decide to go burrowing, building, and cleaning the nests they are making in both of their cunts.
Finally, both exhausted and fully satisfied around midnight, Phoebe and Les, arms around each other, fall to sleep. Both know they will be hungry in the morning, not just for each other again but also for food. Through the day’s fun, they never ate, just worked up sweats, over and over.
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After the ruckus of Friday night, Tim and Abbie are spending a quiet weekend at home. Tim is still curious about what went on between Abbie and Mark, not to mention Abbie and Brian. He knows all will be revealed at the right time.
When Abbie gets a call on Saturday afternoon and goes into another room to take it, Tim’s interest further peaks. Abbie explains the call saying that it was someone from Pathways needing to talk to her about something. Tim suddenly had an aha moment.
But really? Could he be right? Brian and Mark? He does remember how chummy Mark had been with Brian that night last winter when he made a fool of himself. But that is often the case with Mark.
Look at last night.
Mark is a total pillock in his comments and opinions of anyone choosing a different path than what he views as the straight and narrow. He is a troller in the worst sense. But thinking more about it, Tim does start to see where that might all be a cover. He knows how Mark’s father was and what he did to Mark. If Mark does have any such feelings or inclinations, Tim could understand him keeping them under tight wraps.
Tim put his ponderings aside. It will all come out in the wash eventually. And Abbie just suggested they take a nap. Wink, wink. Tim now has other priorities than contemplating Mark and his behavior at the moment.
Upstairs he finds Abbie on the bed in sheer lingerie. The lace panties show the outline of her lovely clit pressing against the tight fabric; a shelf bra allowing her nipples to peek out at him; and garters and black silk stockings.
It does not take long for Tim to be undressed and on the bed with her. Abbie positions Tim on his back and then lifted his right arm. She ties a silk scarf around his wrist. Tim realizes she had tied the scarf to the bedpost before he arrived. Tim’s left hand is tied in a similar manner.
Then spreading Tim’s legs, each of them is secured around his ankles. Tim squirms a little for Abbie’s enjoyment but discovers that his hands are not that tightly tied. If he wants or needs to get out of them, he easily can. But relaxing and waiting to see what Abbie has in store, Tim doesn’t let Abbie knows he’s caught on. She fluffs enough pillows under Tim’s head so he can see all which is going on.
Abbie shifts her legs over Tim, so she is straddling his knees. Her left leg bends at his side. She slowly undoes the stocking from the garter belt and slides the stocking down her leg and off. Then the other one in the same way. Abbie takes the garter belt off and tosses it aside.
Picking up one of the stockings, Abbie wraps it around Tim’s now harden cock. Slowly she pulls the stocking back and forth, letting it rub and squeeze Tim’s shaft and glans. It is mind-blowing for Tim how a stocking, one that Abbie just wore, can feel so good rubbing against his prick.
Tim is gasping with each rubbing of his cock with the stocking. Abbie often surprises him with new and different things and ways to play. As he lies there wiggling from his constraints, but not enough to loosen his bonds.
Staring at Abbie and how lovely she looks, he would like to reach up to squeeze her boobs, but the best he can offer is to strain himself to raise his head to perhaps get close enough to press away her bra and suck on her awaiting nipples.
Abbie sees Tim straining and giggles, “Are these what you want?” Holding and wiggling her boobs.
Tim just nods yes. The view of Abbie’s tits is like that very first night when she had sent him that photo of her in the bath, with just the hint of her nipples. Tim still has that photo, well hidden, in his phone. Sometimes, when he and Abbie are apart, Tim looks at that picture of Abbie and remembers the first rush of excitement between them.
“Do you want me to take my bra off so you can worship them?” Abbie teases. All Tim is able at this minute to do is nod yes over and over. If he could get the words out, but for some reason, at the moment, he is mute, Tim would confess that worshiping is just the start of what he feels when seeing her magnificent boobs.
Abbie smiles down on Tim as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, and allows it to fall down her arms and off slowly. Tim is breathing rather heavily watching this performance, and underneath her, Abbie can feel his cock getting harder and harder.
Abbie is excited also, and a little precum is evident on her panties. At times like this, Abbie wonders what it would be like to really be a woman. Having her juices flow, filling her panties as she plays with the man she loves. But at best, the little dribbles of precum do show her excitement at any moment.
The problem at the present moment is Abbie still having her panties on. The only bit of clothing for both of them. She would have to roll away from Tim to take them off, and destroy this magic moment of her straddling over him, so clearly in charge of what is happening with her captive Tim.
Bending over to allow Tim to suck on her tits which he has been longing for, Abbie enjoys the attention he pays to each. Showing reverence with his tongue as his hands are unavailable. Abbie lifts a bit to bend closer to him for the enjoyment of his tit play with her. She moves her hands to wiggle her panties down to her hips and thighs. Tim is going wild, feeling her silk panties against his throbbing cock.