LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.
All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.
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Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup
A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.
For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me.
And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to who ever you are.
Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.
Yes, it jumps around too much.
Yes, it's in the wrong category.
Yes, it's too long.
Yes, it's too short.
Yes, this is stupid shit.
Eyss, I need an editor, are you volunteering?
And, yes, I suck.
And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.
If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.
ENJOY!
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A lovely old world home with plenty of room for entertaining with direct water access to the gulf.
That was the real estate description. That was also the way it was described in Grandma's will. Dad had the choice of the house he grew up in or the one in Chicago that I grew up in. He gave me a choice and like the young kid I was I picked the one near Pensacola. Three years out of college and I was dreaming of kicking back on the gulf with lots of babes in bikinis, if I let them wear them, while I kicked back with my drink in my hand working on my laptop on the beach... IDIOT!
The description should have been old colonial house that has been rented for the last five years by seven different tenants. Sitting on twenty acres that haven't seen a mower beyond the ring around the house in more years than anyone can remember, oh and just off an old highway that is slated to be the new bypass.
And the 'direct water access', that really means that down through all the brush and over grown trees is the remains of a dock on the river that leads to the gulf ten miles away.
So I unloaded the rental trailer into the main room, and then got enough to get by up to the master bedroom, thankful that the AC was working. I looked out in the overgrown yard and trudged into the jungle. Spending the rest of the day until sun down and most of the following morning going in circles, LITERALLY! Mowing is soooo much fun even if it is up on a small tractor, you believe that don't you? And all that did was get me a better look at all the heavy brush along the property edges I had yet to go through.
So once I had things mowed down to a walkable level I made the stroll around the property and I was thinking all I had really done was just uncover more work than I had accomplished. For as stalky as this stuff was I would bet it had been many years since it has seen a mower.
As I came back up toward the house thinking about lunch I thought I was hallucinating in the heat. There was a bright yellow Mustang parked next to my truck with an ebony beauty leaning against the hood smiling at me. I don't mean light chocolate, I mean a deep dark chocolate but not quite the midnight black. But what had my attention was the pearly white smile and lovely piercing blue eyes, hair hanging down her back but looking long from the way it moved. That and the tiny yellow bikini top matching her Mustang over her TIGHT jean shorts.
I slowed my pace a little, taking in her lovely body behind my sunglasses. A nice trim waist below a healthy pair of tits and little lump of nipple, probably a decent C or small D with that bikini tucked under, containing but not necessarily covering. Or should that be the other way around? Those snug jean shorts nice and low on her hips but tight into her pussy, a nice hint of camel toe to appreciate. I looked back up to that lovely smile before pushing my sunglasses up on my head, "Can I help you?"
She hopped up giving a nice swing and sway to her chest, "I'm looking for Tyrone and LaVelle."
It took me a second to recognize the name, "Oh, they don't live here any more."
"WHAT! Since when?" she was getting a bit animated and it was becoming difficult to keep my eyes from her undulating tits. "I just talked to her a few weeks ago!"
"Yeah, they were hoping to stay a while longer, but they were on a month to month."
She slumped back to her hood hard enough to make those beauties bounce... again. "FUCK! Now what are we going to do?"
"Um We?"
"Yeah, we came down for spring break, and now there is no way we're going to find a hotel for all of us, not at a hundred bucks a head for sure." She crossed her arms under her tits then brought them back out swinging, "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIT!" like she was pounding a wall.