In the bay side suburb of her childhood, Matilda sat quietly in the knee length grass. It was one of the few parks left now, especially since the transit system had been upgraded and people who once lived and worked in the city began to commute from the outer suburbs to the daily grind of their office jobs. Matilda plucked a blade of grass and, shredding it into three thinner pieces began to braid it, adding a dandelion to the braid. She smiled at the bright yellow colour. "It was such a shame they did not have a scent to match their sunshine colour," She mused as she completed the floral headband and placed it on her head.
Matilda had fought hard to save this park from investors and developers who wanted to place even more high density housing in the booming suburb. She had rallied the family first. Being majorly middle class, they seemed to forget that many of the parks and streets in this area were named for their family, one of the first families to settle in the bay area. A woman on a mission, she had badgered the surrounding neighbours into joining the protest against the proposed rezoning of the small piece of park land. She had hired a bus and taken a group into the court house in town to challenge the corporation face to face. She and her team had won.
Matilda let the dandelion crown fall from her head as she leaned back looking up at the sky and reclined back into the long grass. She sighed, "Tomorrow, the council would send the slashers in to clear the grass, just in time for the green army to arrive next week." The green army were a combination of people doing community service and those on long term welfare. The second group had to 'work for the dole' a minimum of fifteen hours week to qualify for their welfare payments. Matilda didn't care where the man power came from, who was she to judge she was just so happy this little piece of suburban wilderness was no longer going to be turned into some cement and steel monstrosity.
Picking herself up, Matilda stood and walked the short block back to work. She and her best friend, April ran a small vegetarian cafe on the esplanade facing the bay. Walking through the door, she hurried back over to the counter. Matilda disliked the yuppie, 'Hollywood Wives', clientele they attracted during the days. She saw them as pretenders who thought it was trendy to be seen to be eating healthy vegetarian food. The business kept ahead of their costs on these women's penchant for coffee and April's incredible chocolate brownies, so Matilda smiled and joined their conversations when invited. They didn't just keep ahead of the bills, but the cafe did well enough that they had been able to hire some part-time help. That help came in the form of Penny. Penny handled the waitressing when Matilda spent time on her campaign to save the park.
April laughed softly and pulled some grass from her friend's wild hair, "Go clean up before coming back here, Tilly. You know better than that." She shook her head. She loved Matilda like a sister, but she was such a flake at times. She had a brilliant mind and ran the business side of the cafe so well. They had built a good little venture here when so many others had gone bust. April made herself a fresh passionfruit and orange juice and took it out to sit in the fresh air during the lull in business.
People often underestimated Matilda. She looked and acted like a typical hippy chick, all peace and love and understanding. Behind that flaky facade though, April knew Matilda had a quick sharp mind with a genius IQ. It was her business plan, and savvy that got them to where they were today and her political know-how and convictions that saved her beloved park. April imagined that if Matilda ever decided to join Greenpeace and take on the Japanese whalers, they would surrender easily and head back home.
The rest of the afternoon went by in the blink of an eye, and before the girls knew it they were locking the doors and heading for home. Grateful they only stayed open for dinner Sunday and Monday nights, Matilda watched April climb into her boyfriend's car before beginning her walk home along the esplanade. She loved the walk home the smell of the mangroves on low tide and the sound of the calm sea as it lapped at the stone edged walkway.
Greeting all her neighbours as she walked through the marina, Matilda stepped aboard her boat. She loved this boat. Her mother hated it. When her father had died he had left the boat to Matilda. She had immediately left the house she shared with April and her boyfriend embarking in a life on the sea. Opening the doors it never ceased to amaze her how roomy it was inside, but then it was only her that lived there and she didn't take up much space, so it was bound to seem roomy.
The boat was her father's one indulgence, his man cave so to speak. It was more of a small yacht than a house boat, and he would take his mates out once a month deep sea fishing and host a boys' a weekend. She smiled remembering times he had taken her out to feed to dolphins at Tangalooma and swim in the pristine beaches of the small islands that dotted the bay.
Having a quick shower, she wrapped a towel around her, sat at the small living room table and opened her laptop to check her email and look at her plans for the park. It would be a true community area with a community garden area, an adventure playground for children and seasonal flower garden. These three distinctive areas would be surrounded by grassy areas perfect for picnics or small games of football or cricket. Satisfied that she had covered everything with the landscape architect and driving herself insane with what if's, Matilda stood up grabbed the watering can and went up on deck.
Watering her prized potted garden, she picked random leaves off and nibbled as she carefully watered and tended to her babies. Spending more time than necessary fussing about the small plants, Matilda finally sat back and looked up at the moon. "Please," she spoke to the man in the moon, "Please let these people tomorrow care about the park as much as completing their community service."
Peeling off her towel as she walked into the cabin, Matilda crawled into her bed. She was restless and hoped the book she was reading at the moment would help her settle enough to sleep. She picked up the copy of One Second After and began to read enjoying the small breeze from the port hole caressing her body in the summer heat.
Matilda began to doze off, the book falling from her hands, and she rolled over not bothering to pick it up or pull up a cover. Her hand snaked between her legs as it usually did when she was falling asleep. She rolled her hips as her fingers delved deeper and she let out a purr of pleasure as her mind wandered to a favoured fantasy. A gently rolling orgy of flesh moved through a field of wildflowers. Akin to the loving hippy communities of the 70's in her mind's eye, the group licked sucked and fucked with care for the others needs.
Her clit was hard under her fingers as they stroked and rolled it with the increasing juices that leaked from her. A second finger joined the first as the fantasy changed and warped to the group of naked players being herded into police vans. She was detained, held back and trapped by two men in uniform. Offered the freedom of the commune for sexual favours what could she do but agree. The soft sexual exploration of the beginning of the fantasy turned darker and harder.
Her hands worked harder at her body slapping her clit as a slime covered finger trailed it way to her ass, the images so vivid in her fantasy she moaned into her pillow as her finger forced it way up into her tight asshole. Her other hand alternating slapping and pinching at her clit, Matilda came explosively, her whole body shaking as she arched up off the bed. Rolling over and drawing shaky breaths, she quickly drifted off to sleep her fingers and thighs still shining with cum.
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Nate woke up and looked at the girl beside him. Groaning inwardly, he got up and got dressed quietly. He was jaded by constant one night stands with women he barely knew. The problem was that he never got to know them better, assuming they were typical bimbos who slept around more than he did. What he wanted was a girl to date, someone who didn't know who he was, or his family. He wore the mantle of being Connor McCarthy's son badly.
His father was an elite athlete who had made the transition into the business with relative ease. His mother, a well known actress had given up her career for the demanding man she married. Nate's earliest recollection was that he too would do as his father expected and walk in the same shoes, living an identical life to his father rather than one of his own choosing. A tennis racket was forced into Nate's hand when he would have rather been playing football with his mates. He was made to sit with tutors after school if he got anything, but a perfect grade, curtailing his already limited free time. By the time he was a teenager, he was a rebellious, angry young man.
Football had been his salvation in high school. His school had a formidable Rugby Union team and Nate had to work hard to maintain his position on it. He wasn't a star, but he was a valued member of the team. It was there he made friends he could trust and love like brothers. The coach was a tough man who did not care who you were outside of football as long as you played with heart.
Of all his football mates, only a few were still single including himself and his best mate Wing. Wing never had one night stands anymore it seemed, saying he was waiting for that someone special to come along and, as Nate looked down on the sleeping girl in the bed he has just vacated, thought perhaps Wing had the right idea. He didn't even know the sleeping girl's name.
Picking up his phone he used his favourite app, "Where Am I" to work out his location and called Wing to come and pick him up. Like Nate, Wing was obsessed with his car, they both had reconditioned V8 Holden Monaros that sounded like thunder and drove like a dream. Climbing into the car Nate smiled at Wing and said, "Thanks, mate."
