Fifty Cent Piece -- Ch. 6
This is the sixth chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' series. The plot thickens! I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know your thoughts as constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.
It was developing into a bit of a pattern: Anna, or in this case Anna and Sara, would spend the evening with me then at some point I'd pass out and in the small hours wake up and try to piece together what had happened the night before. This morning was no exception, except when I woke up I had a gnawing sense that something was seriously wrong. I looked at my wrist. My watch was gone. I lifted the duvet in the vain hope that it had come undone at some point and was just in the bed. It wasn't but I did find a post-it note. Judging by the tone of the message I assumed it had been left affixed to an intimate part of my anatomy.
Morning, sexy boy.
We thought you'd be sure to find this note if we left it here. Thank you for sharing your wonderful cock with us last night. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did! We're sure you won't forget our little agreement today but we've borrowed your watch, just in case.
Love and kisses,
Anna and Sara xx
I groaned and turned over, burying my head in the pillow. Of course it had been too good to be true.
*
There was still no wind to speak of so a sail wasn't an option but I needed to clear my head and think about what I'd got myself into. A bike ride was the next best thing.
I found myself on a narrow, sandy trail that skirted the forest just inland. I'd drunk too much wine and smoked too much grass to consider a serious ride but just being away from the campground and my van would help me think. I didn't know what time it was but there had been no signs of life from the other campers and I hadn't seen a soul since I set off on my bike. It looked like being another sticky, humid day. The air felt thick and close, adding to a sense of building claustrophobia, but cycling along at least meant it felt a little fresher on my face. The cicadas were chirruping away already and tiny acrobatic birds swooped and zipped just in front of me, feasting on the insects stirred up by my movement through the stillness.
The girls had concocted a plan and in my aroused state the night before I'd agreed to it without having as clue what they wanted from me. I knew I couldn't place all the responsibility with the two Scandinavian temptresses but they'd got me that high and that worked up that in the end all I'd been able to think about was emptying my aching balls. The details were a little hazy but as far as I could remember, Anna had an idea for another scam, this time involving Sara and me.
Whilst I was in the pub Anna had been wandering round the shops, in search of an unsuspecting dupe she could seduce and scam. She'd already worked her magic on the guy in the clothes shop but had spotted an old watch in a second-hand shop that she thought could be worth something. I was to check it out in advance , to see if it was the type she thought it was, and then Sara and her would work together to distract the man working there, give him a little thrill, and procure the watch. When I'd asked her why she didn't just buy the watch if it the shop didn't know what it was really worth she'd given me a look one might reserve for a particularly dim-witted child and asked, "but where's the fun in that?"
The previous night it had all seemed illicitly exciting. I couldn't deny that Anna's blatant flaunting of her sexuality was a turn-on; when she'd told me what she'd done to acquire her new outfit I'd got so horny I'd had to drag her into an alleyway and fuck her, and at the cinema, flashing her tits at the poor lad in the kiosk had made me so hard. Behaving like that was so slutty, so incongruous with her perfect appearance. I'd never met anyone so willing to use their body to get what they wanted and it was so taboo, so dirty and immoral that I'd found it ridiculously arousing. To become directly involved in it myself, however, was a different matter. Aside from an occasional dabble with controlled substances I wasn't sure I'd ever actually broken the law. I'd certainly never hustled or scammed anyone. The thought of it, of Anna and Sara flashing, teasing and doing who knew what else was no less arousing, in fact the thought of it generated some stirrings in my shorts, but I couldn't shake the knowledge that at the end of the day, Anna was basically screwing -- who knew, perhaps even literally? -- an innocent party for her own material gain. I stood on the pedals as I rode faster along the track. I reached the crest of a sharp hill and sat back down on the saddle, my pulse quickened, my breathing a little strained. I looked at the endless blue sea on one side, the deep, ancient forest on the other, and mulled over this moral dilemma. Was sex with Anna and Sara worth abandoning my principles and ethics for? I thought of the sight of two blonde beauties pleasuring each other, their tanned bodies, their full tits, their ripe arses, the feel of their soft skin under my hands, their hot, welcoming holes, the ecstasy of my orgasms. As I laid my bike against a tree and slid my shorts down to relieve the tension that even thinking about them caused, I knew the answer. As the thick globules of my sperm splattered onto the sand, my animal grunts of pleasure sullying the unspoilt environment, I knew Anna's spell was too strong. Besides, I needed my watch.
*
By the time I arrived back at the camp ground I felt much better. My hangover was gone and I was excited by the prospect of another of Anna's forbidden capers. The fact that I'd be involved in this one only added to the anticipation.
I freewheeled down the gentle slope into the camp ground and saw a pair of towel-clad females emerging from the shower block. Each of them clutched a wash bag and were chatting away as they walked towards Anna's blue camper van. I made a beeline for them.
"Morning girls," I said cheerily, as I approached. They stopped and looked round.
"Oh, hi Sam," Anna said. Like Sara's her wet hair was brushed back.
"Been saving water again?" I asked.
Both girls laughed mischievously. "Yeah, you should have joined us," Anna said.
"I might have but I woke up alone," I responded. "I hope my watch is safe."
Anna smiled. "You found my note, then? Don't worry Sam, it's quite safe. I take it you still want it back?"
I felt I should try and play it cool. Having spent so much of my life doing what was expected of me and not taking risks I'd decided I quite liked the idea of a bit of danger and was intrigued by the girls' plan. Of course I wanted my watch back but engaging in some nefarious antics was becoming more and more attractive.
I leaned forward on the handlebars and lowered my voice, not that there was anyone around to listen in. "Well yes, but I want to know more about your plan. Shall I come over and we can go through it properly? Are your friends in, it'd be good to meet them at last," I said with a hint of a wink.
