Going to the office seemed such a drag after the previous afternoon's activities, but Chloe knew that there was the Dunvock paperwork to finish, and there was a new house out towards Gallanach to visit. She dragged herself out of her bed and into the shower.
Wondering what to wear, she compromised on a loose pair of beige trousers, tied at the top, and a white blouse. Throwing a navy jacket over her shoulder, she rummaged in her handbag to the keys to the Golf. Her fingers closed around the cold metal of the plug that Ethan had pulled from her ass the previous evening, before sliding his magnificent cock deep into her asshole. She remembered how she tasted on his fingers, and idly wondered if other women tasted the same.
She spent the morning on the Dunvock paperwork, and slipped the documents into envelopes ready for posting. Calling through to Simon that she was off to see the new house, she picked up her bag and headed for the car. The sun was shining brightly as she drove out past the ferry terminal, onto the single carriageway road past the dive centre, and the caravan park. The road narrowed, lined by dense trees, and wound for several miles further south, before suddenly opening out into the paddocks of Gallanach House. She pulled up in front of the house, and grabbed her camera from the boot, before climbing the steps to the door.
She spent an hour measuring rooms and photographing, noting the slightly faded decor and wondering if it would be worth suggesting to the vendors that they spend a little money on paint. It might sell - but she was reasonably confident that it would take a miracle to find a buyer as easy to convince as Ethan had been. She blushed. Would she do anything to get a deal? Maybe, she thought, if the buyers were all as hot, and as filthy, as Ethan had turned out to be.
Enough daydreaming... she threw her bag onto the passenger seat of the car, and pushed the key into the ignition. She turned it and heard the starter click, but the engine didn't turn. She tried again with the same result.
"Fuck!"
She thumped the steering wheel in frustration, and pulled out the keys. Pulling her phone from her bag, she saw with dismay that the cellular network hadn't reached this remote part of the west coast. Double fuck.
She climbed out of the car, and looked about her. The land sloped away to the south, or steeply towards Oban to the north. Tossing a coin, she decided to walk back up the road towards Oban, looking every few minutes to see if there was any cellular signal. After about fifteen minutes, she found that there was a flicker of a signal... she scrolled down to the office number, and pressed 'Call'.
The phone rang, but no-one picked up. "Lazy bastard," she thought. "He's knocked off early."
Who else? She didn't have Simon's mobile, and hadn't really made any other contacts in Oban. No hope of googling a garage out here.
Ethan? Would he? She couldn't call him and ask him for help. What would he want in return? Her finger hovered over the 'call' button. Maybe a text?
"Car dead. At Gallanach. Can you help?" she typed, and pressed "Send."
God, it was hot. This was Scotland, wasn't it? Wet and cold? Not today. The sun was splitting the skies, and the trees killed any possibility of a breeze. She fanned herself with a hand. Fucking car.
Her phone buzzed.
"No idea where you are. Sending Douglas. Be nice. E"
Thank God. Rescue was coming. She turned and walked back towards the house in the baking heat.
As she crossed a small stream, she looked across to her right, and saw, where the stream met the water of the Kerala Sound, a small, white, sandy beach. She could swim, perhaps. Douglas wouldn't be here for a while, and it was so hot... she scrambled over the rocks, and down to the beach, unbuttoning her blouse as she did so. Dropping it on the last of the rocks, she pulled off her trousers, and draped them over it, and looked around nervously before unclasping her bra. There was no one out here, surely? She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her thong, pushed it down her thighs, and dropped it on her other clothes before wading out into the cool water.
She dived under the surface, the shock of the water shaking her from the heat-soaked reverie. She shook the water from her hair, and swam a few strokes out into the sound. The water was delicious, and she swam further out, in a determined crawl, towards a flat rock about 50 yards off shore.
The rock was dark, and smooth, and she climbed out easily. The stone had soaked up the sun, and was warm on her skin as she lay down naked in the sunshine. She closed her eyes, and listened to the water splashing quietly against the sides of the rock.
She woke to the sound of a throaty diesel engine. Douglas...! How long had she been asleep? She stood and dived into the water, and swam hard for the shore. As she reached wading depth, she stood up, wiped the salty water from her eyes, and was horrified to see Douglas standing at the top of the beach beside her pile of clothes. Instinctively she covered her breasts and her pussy with her hands, and stood still, ankle deep in the water, wondering what would happen.
His eyes ran up and down her naked body, lingering on her long slim legs, before, he half turned towards the road and beckoned. Chloe heard a door slam, and then saw another man appear down the path from the road. Younger, and taller than Douglas, but of similar stock: a highlander to the core. He, too, fixed his eyes on Chloe's naked body as he walked over the rocks to stand beside the other man at the top of the beach.
He reached down to Chloe's clothes, and picked up her pants, stroking the material between his thumb and his fingers. He looked straight at her as he lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply, before tucking then away in the pocket of his jeans.
Douglas called down to her. "My pal, Brodie. I told him about you in the pub. He liked the sound of you. Come up and say 'Hello'!"
Chloe hesitated for a second. Brodie looked fit, hard and lean, strong jawed and unshaven. He stood several inches taller than Douglas and filled his faded blue T-shirt. He stood casually, one hand hooked in the belt of his worn jeans, a wry smile on his face.
"Aye, lass. Come and say 'Hi!' I won't hurt you - unless that's your thing?" His voice was deep, and measured.
Chloe stepped out of the water, and walked slowly up the beach, her hands covering the worst of her nakedness. As she reached him, Brodie put out his right hand to shake hers, and she took it with the hand that had been covering her breasts. His eyes immediately fell to her chest, and took in her erect nipples, puckered from the cold water. He held her hand firmly, as Douglas moved behind her. She felt Douglas's hands on her shoulders as he pushed her down onto her knees in the soft warm sand.
Her eyes were level with the buttons on Brodie's jeans, and he let go of her hand to reach for his belt buckle. She kept her eyes fixed on his groin as he unfastened his belt and pulled it from the loops on his jeans. He passed it to Douglas as he slowly unbuttoned the front of his jeans.
Douglas's hands gripped her arms firmly, pulling them behind her, and she felt him loop the belt once or twice around her wrists before he fastened the buckle again. She made a point of trying to escape his grasp, but he pushed her back onto her knees and held her still as Brodie freed his cock from his jeans.
His dick was rigid, and the tip was wet. Chloe could smell his manly scent as he slowly pulled back his foreskin to expose the glistening head.
"Don't be shy, now," he murmured. "Douglas told me that you're a hungry little slut."
She heard Douglas mutter his agreement. She had been a hungry little slut. She was still a hungry little slut. She wanted to taste Brodie's cock, and she flicked the salty tip with her tongue, tasting the delicious liquid that seeped from him. He moaned, and she circled the tip with her tongue, flicking up the sensitive underside before taking him in her mouth. She felt Douglas's hand slide down her chest to cup her breasts, and she sucked harder on Brodie's swollen cock as he brushed his fingers across her erect nipples.
Brodie reached down to hold her head still, winding his fingers in her hair, and she opened her mouth wide as he fucked her mouth. Douglas took her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and squeezed firmly. She had to will herself to relax as Brodie's cock pushed further into her throat, and as he pulled away, his cock slick with her saliva, she gasped for air.
He stepped back, stroking his penis slowly. "Your turn, Doug."
She watched him stroke his magnificent cock as Douglas moved round in front of her, and fixed her eyes on Brodie's as she opened her mouth for Douglas. He pushed his jeans down his thighs and held the tip of his cock down with his fingers, and she sucked hard on the tip, licking the underside of his glans firmly. Brodie sat down on a rock, his legs apart, and pulled his t-shirt over his head, before pulling his boots off and pulling off his jeans. Douglas pulled his cock from her mouth, and held it in his hand. She took one, then the other of his balls in her mouth, sucking on them gently as he stroked his shaft.
Brodie beckoned. "Me" he demanded, and she shuffled across the sand towards him, kneeling between his feet and lowering her mouth on to his stiff pole, her hands still pinioned behind her back. He lay back on the rock as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, a bead of saliva escaping her mouth and covering his balls. She felt Douglas push her knees apart with his feet, and then the delicious sensation of the head his thick cock pressing against her pussy. She was unaware how wet she'd become, but his cock slipped easily between her wet lips, and he stroked it up and down her most sensitive skin, coating the head with the liquid that trickled from her, before sinking his cock deep inside her.
Douglas held her glistening, wet hips and pushed deeper inside her. Brodie rubbed his cock across her lips and as she tried to get it back in her mouth, he rubbed it across her face and laughed at her.
"What a girl you are Chloe, you do like cock as much as he said."
Brodie pulled her head back to his groin and she sucked and licked the top looking up at his handsome face. He held her head down, and thrust upwards into her mouth and she willed herself to take him as his cock slid down her throat. Her nose touched his abdomen, and she opened her mouth wide to breathe as he held her there, his cock deep in her mouth.
