Welcome to Part 9 of my series, 'Four Plus One'. The first chapter, Monkey Bars, is in the First Time category: it will make a little more sense starting there. Or just jump in wherever you want! A vote or comment is always encouraging...
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Life went on. In many ways it went on as in any other shared house. People chipped in, they were sometimes slack, or got sudden urges to cook a certain way. They shared stories, had a good laugh, got sullen, got over it, had the odd hangover. Or three.
In other ways, life in the Love Shack was very different. The air felt different as soon as you came in and closed the door. The undercurrent of sexual pleasure was always there. The girls seemed to relax their dress code, at times to the point of not wearing clothes.
TV sessions of an evening might involve someone absently petting someone else. It was more pronounced if the TV show was sexy: starting off one early night with The Thomas Crown Affair. Someone mentioned how racy it was back in the day and so they sat down to watch. At some point Mel simply took Phoebe's hand and put it over her breast, later sliding it down inside her pants. In the glider scene she cheekily said to Danny on her other side, "Where's my joystick?" She extracted his cock and spent the rest of the movie stroking and playing with it.
The washing up was exactly like any other shared house. Atlantia seemed to find herself doing it more than the others. This occasionally annoyed her, but the genuine gratitude of the others always helped her to forgive them "just this once". Danny, always the gentleman, would often help.
So it was, one evening, Atlantia got up from the couch. There was the scent of Phoebe in the room: They had been watching Sirens, a silly but very beautiful movie, set in the Australian countryside, with many erotic scenes. The basic story was about some beautiful, libertine women, models for an artist, a girl who wants to join them and a shy young wife, married to an Anglican vicar (Hugh Grant of all people). The wife discovers something about herself when surrounded by so much feminine sexuality. Phoebe had been stirred enough to bring herself to orgasm "in front of" Atlantia and Mel (they had to promise not to look). Now she and Mel were asleep together on the beanbag. Phoebe wore no pants, revealing her thick bush of brown curls and releasing the sweet aroma of her sex.
Danny came in from work and left his familiar leather jacket in the hall. He put his head in the door, sniffed, then took a deep breath. He gazed at Phoebe and Mel, and smiled at Atlantia standing in the other doorway. "Hmm, what've I missed!?"
"That Sirens movie you recommended. Phoebe got very interested and, well, took it from there. I dunno, sometimes I think I'm a madam in a weird porno... at least you're here to help me with the dishes."
"What, again! Ah, sorry, that should've come out as 'it will be my privilege'." Atlantia laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "You only have to dry, for that." she said.
Glasses, plates, knives and forks, pots, table and benches; they got an easy rhythm going. Atlantia had a question. "That painter in the movie, he was called Norman Lindsay wasn't he. Was he real?".
"Oh yes, he was real all right. Had a big house and studio in the country. They might even have used it in the movie."
"And he painted nudes?"
"Dozens and dozens of them. Drawings, paintings, sculptures. Often classical nymphs and satyrs frolicking in the countryside." Only Danny could say a sentence like that without at sounding ridiculous. "You could tell he admired their figures, men too." Danny hoisted a stack of plates into the cupboard.
"Not a lot of deep emotions, though. Just sexy bodies. They remind me of super hero comics sometimes. He had lots of models. He liked the tall, curvy ones best. He had different races in his pictures, which caused a stir back then. I think he also had sex with quite a few of them. Which would have caused more of a stir."
"Is that so."
Something in Atlantia's voice made Danny turn around. While he was talking, Atlantia had taken her top off, and, still at the sink, was now watching him over her shoulder. Danny admired the graceful curve of her back.
Danny played along. "Is that the siren's call I hear? I cannot resist her sweet voice and earthly charms! Save yourselves, my friends, for I am lost!" He had swept himself up behind her at this point and now held her shoulders and started kissing her neck. Atlantia purred.
"That was terrible. If you're in my power now I should get you to say some better lines than— hey!"
She hadn't noticed his hands had roamed south. Deftly he had undone her pants and was sliding them over her hips. His hard hands on her soft thighs always aroused her.
"The siren calls from the Atlas Mountains." He caressed each breast softly, circling the nipple and brushing over the areole. "No man can resist!" he whispered in her ear, scratching it lightly with his stubble. Atlantia swallowed.
Kneeling behind her, he lifted her ankle back as easily as handling a filly. He wriggled her shoe off, then removed the other. Atlantia was bemused by his forwardness, and his dexterity. Well, what did I expect? she thought to herself. I was a bit turned on by the movie myself, was that why I took my shirt off? Anyway, this feels wonderful. Makes up for the bad dialogue. And doing the washing up, again. I wonder where this will go? She half-knew.
Danny had wriggled her pants down and off but left her panties in place. He kissed the dimples in her back and lightly scratched the backs of her thighs. She felt her breath quicken and her hands grip the edge of the sink. Still kneeling, he ran his nails up from her ankles, behind her knees, over the curve of her buttocks and shoulders, up under her hair to her neck. Atlantia sighed and spread her legs slightly.
Danny smiled to himself as he watched and felt her arousal grow. It is a privilege, he thought. This graceful, lively woman. This mad, sexy "family" they've created. Never forget, how special a person is, the care you owe them. Had God told him that?
Atlantia felt her pulse quicken with each long caress. She was again surprised by Danny as he referred to the Atlas Mountains, her namesake. Now a new excitement: the dimples in her back, of all places. His breath, the brush of stubble, over her bottom, then the kiss, it all sent a quiver through her. She dropped her head and was aware of her hanging breasts shaking slightly.
She spun around quickly, so that the hands on her hips barely moved but now Danny was facing her soft tummy. She looked down on his messy hair, just as he looked up. They shared their gaze, a strange, addictive mixture of love and lust. Atlantia could feel his power to arouse her, but at the same time felt her own power, towering above him, guiding his attentions. She pushed his face into the soft pad of her tummy. She made him strip his shirt off.
Danny was briefly surprised by the spin, but delighted to be able to nuzzle the soft, delicate flesh of her middle. The scent of her arousal floated up to him, even in her panties. He kissed the smooth skin, her hip-bones, her springy pubic bush, while his hands travelled up her sides and down her legs. Can I get enough of this woman, he thought. Probably not.
Danny's scent was stronger, having just come in from work. He felt a bit too grimy for this much intimacy, when Atlantia saved the situation. She took the tea-towel off him, dipped it in the warm soapy water then wiped his firm shoulders and arms. He took it and wiped under his arms. Atlantia admired the muscles rippling as they flexed.
Danny pushed his hands into her tummy, then up across her chest to clutch and push her breasts. She felt the cold edge of the sink pressing from behind combining with his force as he stood. Strong arms held her and lifted her slightly. He demanded a kiss, which she willingly gave.
"You are so beautiful. Take me upstairs. Then take me."
Danny slid an arm behind her legs and easily lifted her up. Atlantia put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She could feel his muscles working and his heavy step as he went down the hall and mounted the stairs.
Danny could feel her cool skin against his. If he looked down he saw her breasts squeezed between them. Her arm round his neck gave off the scent if her skin. Absently she kissed his neck as he carried her. She looked into his face.
"Mr Strong! Mr Willing! Are you strong for the others? What do you do with them?"
