A Surprise Visit

It was a fine spring day and I was at home doing a minimal amount of gardening. Just enough to stay ahead of it. Tom's truck pulled into the drive and I quite happily deserted the garden and strolled over to greet him.

Tom had been doing some work on his truck and had needed a few extra tools. Instead of handing out bits and pieces I'd let him take my complete toolbox and he was now returning it as promised.

He piled out of the truck, yelling a greeting, and turned to the tray to grab my toolbox. At least, I think that was his intention. What he actually did was yell fuck in a disgusted voice and just stood there, glaring at the truck.

"Problem?" I asked.

"I forgot to put the toolbox in the back," he sheepishly admitted. "I specifically detoured past here to drop it off and it isn't here. Don't worry. I'll go back and get it."

"On your way to the game, aren't you?" I asked, knowing damned well that he was. He never missed one if it was at all possible.

He gave me a nasty look, acknowledging the fact.

"Well, I'll be up near your place later. I can just as easily swing past and grab the stuff. Just let me know where it is."

"Geez, thanks, Frank. The box will be sitting on the workbench in the garage. Susy will be home. Just give her a hoy and grab the box. If she isn't home for any reason just go into the garage by the side door. We never lock that one. Shit, the only thing worth stealing in there is your box of tools."

"So nice to hear that you're keeping my stuff safe," I observed.

"That's me," he said with a grin. "Conscientious to a fault."

I finished up the bit of gardening I'd been doing and then headed down the street. I swung past the supermarket to grab a few things I needed and then headed over to Tom's place. I pulled into the drive and banged on the front door. No-one answered so I assumed his sister had gone out.

I went down the side of the house and slipped through the gate into the back-yard. I'd heard girls' voices yelling in the yard so I was expecting to find Suzy there with a friend or two. It turned out to be Suzy and a single friend, and they seemed to be playing some sort of game that involved keeping a basketball up in the air. Probably practising for beach volley-ball, I decided.

I leaned against the garage and watched them, enjoying the sight of two nubile young ladies cavorting around, waiting for them to see me and acknowledge my presence. I suspected that my presence might be acknowledged by a couple of loud screams. The reason for this being that for some reason the young ladies were lacking in the clothing department, and I mean totally lacking, as in stark staring naked. At least, they were naked and I was staring.

Suzy's friend finally spotted me and gave a shriek. She then gave another shriek as the basketball bounced off her head because she hadn't been watching it. She promptly did a fan dance without the fans, trying to cover all the interesting bits.

Suzy looked over to see what had disturbed her friend and started giggling. She didn't bother to try to cover anything up.

"Calm down, Nancy," she said between giggles. "It's just Frank. What are you doing here, Frank?"

"I was just standing here watching you play," I said innocently. "I was quite enjoying seeing how the . . . ball . . . bounced about."

"Yeah, I just bet you were," she sniggered. "I mean why are you here?"

"Getting my tool-box," I told her, jerking my thumb towards the garage. Someone forgot to load it onto his truck before coming to see me earlier."

"Fucking idiot," was Suzy's observation. "I guess he was lucky to remember to take the actual truck. Oh, stop carrying on, Nancy. He's been here long enough to see everything you've got and then some. All you're doing is drawing his attention to the parts you don't want him looking at."

"Well, maybe you've forgotten that we're naked and he's a man."

"Stop getting so worked up. Geez, it's just Frank and he's harmless. Tell her you're harmless, Frank."

"It's OK, Nancy, I'm harmless," I obediently told her. "Ah, why am I harmless, Suzy?"

"I've known you for years," she told me. "You've never tried anything."

"True, but for most of those years you weren't eighteen and naked. Might I point out that this is no longer the case? Um, you may have noticed that your friend is also in the eighteen and naked category. I mean, I'd have to be an eunuch to ignore those facts."

She gave me a blistering look and snorted.

"Doesn't matter. I've still known you forever."

"You do realise that most women who get raped are raped by someone they know? As opposed to men who get raped are the victims of their own imagination."

Nancy giggled at that but Suzy just looked irritated.

"Irrelevant," she said, flapping a hand to dismiss the point I was making. "Besides, if you tried to grab one of us the other could run and get help."

"Somehow," I said cautiously, "I fail to see Nancy running for help dressed the way she is. Quite lovely, I admit, but not conducive to a desire to run around in public."

"Then she'd probably grab her phone and call for help," Suzy said, sounding as though she was gritting her teeth.

"I hate to point it out but when I was watching the pair of you I failed to see a phone. I'm pretty sure I would have spotted one if you'd had one as I was looking fairly hard."

Nancy was sniggering and Suzy wasn't looking too pleased. I don't know why, I was just pointing out the facts.

- - -

Stupid Frank was making me look like a fool and Nancy was lapping it up. This was all her fault, anyway. She'd been the one who wanted to get some sun with no tan lines and had pointed out how private we were. Private my

Aunt Fanny. And look at her. First she's squealing and flapping her hands to draw attention to herself and now she's flaunting her nakedness in front of Frank and cackling like a demented hen.

"Whatever," I snapped at him. "We're two to one anyway. If you tried to make a move on either of us we'd gang up and snatch you bald headed."

"You keep telling yourself that," he said smugly. "I probably weigh more than the two of you combined and I'm sure I'm stronger than the two of you."

OK. I'll admit that I was embarrassed to be caught undressed by Frank. I should have just kept my mouth shut and told him to grab his tools and fuck off. Now I was not only embarrassed but pissed off. That's the only excuse that I can give for what happened next. I took a swing at him.

If I'd connected I'd have slapped his face around to the back of his head and see how he'd like that. As it was he just seemed to sway slightly backwards and I missed, spinning around from the force of the swing. Then I gave a short scream as a whacking great hand slapped me on the bottom.

"Temper, temper, Suzy," chided Frank. "I've warned you about staying calm in stressful situations."

Neither the spank nor the gentle reprimand improved my temper. I appealed to Nancy to help me and tried to have another go at the brute, delighted to find Nancy willing to help. We'd fix the arrogant sod.

Frank promptly demonstrated the futility of such an option. He moved fast, too damn fast, moving between us an arm circling each of us. He bore us both to the ground, despite us trying to hit him, with Nancy finishing up flat on her back and me flat on mine lying across her.

Frank held me there easily, one hand holding my arms above my head and the other pressing firmly on my tummy, leaving me unable to do anything but kick my legs about, which achieved zero. Not helping was Nancy also kicking her legs about, and switching from cackling like a demented hen to laughing like a hysterical hyena. Silly bitch. This was all her fault and so I'd tell her once Frank was gone.

"Offering violence to my poor self," lamented Frank. "I am shocked. Shocked, I say. What is the world coming to when a fine upstanding gent such as myself is attacked in the street by a couple of naked ladies, meaning to do who knows what to my body?"

"This isn't the street, it's my yard. You'll be shocked if I get my hands on a taser," I pointed out.

"More violence threatened. I really feel I need to make an example here. It seems to me that I have two choices. First, I suppose I could spank the pair of you."

"You're not spanking me," Nancy promptly yelled. I didn't say anything but she represented my feelings perfectly.

"In that case I'm quite happy to go with option two and seduce the pair of you. I'll have to start with you Suzy as you're on top but at least that will give Nancy a chance to observe the action from close range, knowing that she's next."

"You can't do that," I shouted, "and take your hand away from there."

I had to add the last bit because his hand had moved from my tummy, sliding down around my mons and cupping my vulva. If that wasn't bad enough he started rubbing it.

I tried to close my legs, hopefully crushing his hand while I did so, only to find he'd already dropped a leg between mine, holding them apart. And he didn't remove his hand, either, preferring to keep on rubbing and touching.

My mood wasn't improved by Nancy's behaviour. She wasn't even trying to help me, quite happy to lie there giggling and watching as he touched me up.

"I don't know what you're so happy about," I hissed at her. "You're just getting a sneak preview of what's going to happen to you."

"I should be so lucky," she said, still giggling. "He's doing you first and by the time he finishes he'll be too spent to worry about me. I will watch and give you a critique afterwards."

I had news for her but I refrained from giving it to her. She was in for a shock. Frank wasn't accustomed to saying things that he didn't mean. If he said he was going to fuck both of us then that is precisely what he was going to do. I'd enjoy watching Nancy's face when she found she was about to meet a cock very intimately. She always professed to be a virgin but I had my doubts. I mean, I've tended to suggest the same thing about myself, but that didn't make me one.

Frank kept up his relentless teasing. I tried to mount an argument that he might find acceptable but I sort of lost track of my thoughts when he started sucking on my breasts. I was going to have some interesting bruises on them.

I was in a most peculiar state of mind. I was trying to decide if Frank would really go ahead and have sex with me or was it all a big bluff? I was damned if I could work it out. Naturally enough if he didn't have sex with me and this was all a bluff then I'd be furious with him. If it wasn't a bluff and he did have sex with me then I'd be furious. Either way I was going to be furious. The question was would I rather be furious because he did or because he didn't? I could not make up my mind either way.

He finally moved his hand, ceasing his relentless tormenting. I found myself disappointed that he wasn't going ahead and then felt furious at myself for feeling disappointed. Had I wanted him to keep going? It seemed the answer might have been yes.

Then I was furious with myself all over again for having jumped to conclusions. It turned out that his hand had left my pussy purely to let him undo his trousers. There was now a new player in the game and I could feel this new player lying hot and heavy on my leg.

I was trying to shake my head, trying to open my mouth to say stop, but in actuality all I did was lie there looking at his smiling face. His hand was touching me again but it was more purposeful this time, positioning me to accept his main invasion. He seemed to fumble for a moment and then I could feel his cock pushing its way into me, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed as he grew more confident.

Even as he was driving forcefully into me I heard a long, low, "Yessss," and it wasn't me who said it. It wasn't Frank, either, although I could have understood him saying it, being the conquering hero and all. It was fucking Nancy, watching as his cock sank into me and cheering it on.

At this point it dawned on me that Frank had released my hands, his own hands stroking my breasts while at the same time he started a nice easy swaying with his hips, sliding in and out as inexorably as the waves on the shore. I wondered just how long my hands had been free and thinking back as best I could I came to the conclusion it had been a while. And I'd done nothing -- just lay there with my arms above my head while he made free of my body.

Seeing how far things had gone I didn't really have any choice but to move with him. It was surprisingly easy to do, our two bodies just rocking together, my arousal complete and my excitement growing by the moment. It seemed that some people understood that you don't need a lot of frenetic motion to get a girl going. Frank was just moving easily, his cock plunging in and withdrawing, coaxing a response out of me.

He had me in the palm of his hand and we both knew it. He was taking his time, drawing things out, and I was just along for the ride, and what a ride it was. The only thing wrong about the whole thing was Nancy cheering us on from where she watched. I idly hoped we were crushing her because I was bent over her. Still, I'd guess not, as I don't weigh that much and the angle he was banging into me was more across her body than pressing down. Pity.

Then Frank was putting on the pressure and I helplessly responded, driven into a climax with no consideration as to whether I wanted one at that point or wanted to keep going for a little longer. Men. So selfish at times.

Frank moved away from me and Nancy pushed me off her. I rolled over and sat up while she lay there giggling. Boy, but she sure stopped giggling fast when Frank turned to her and told her to get on her hands and knees.

"What are you talking about?" she demanded.

"I said both of you," Frank said quite calmly. "You wouldn't want me to lie about something like that, surely?"

"Yes I would," she said quickly. "Anyway, you can't."

She waved a hand in my direction and Frank looked over at me and smiled.

"A warmup," he assured Nancy. "A very nice, even unforgettable, warmup but a warmup all the same. Now it's time for the main show."

It occurred to me that Frank hadn't liked Nancy laughing at me while he fucked me and he was adding a little extra to his efforts where she was concerned. She was repeatedly saying 'but' as Frank helped her to roll over onto her tummy. (OK -- He rolled her over onto her tummy, despite her protests.) A spank on her bottom with the suggestion that she lift it resulted in Nancy crouching there, head down, bum up, looking nervously around to see what Frank was doing.

I wasn't so crass as to laugh or cheer as his cock plunged into her. From her startled squeal and the way she lifted her bottom several things were made clear to me. Frank going in so smoothly with just that surprised squeal tended to say she was no virgin. Also her pussy knew just what was coming, the way her bottom lifted and pressed back to meet him indicated more than a little prior practice. It seemed she was well and truly aroused as her passage had to be well lubricated to take him that easily. Ha! Let her try that I'm-a-virgin stunt now.

Frank gave what I could only describe as a couple of test strokes and then he went to town. He was banging in in fine style, giving her all he had from the word go. She squealed an appeal to god as he started and this degenerated in a repeated calling of his name, her bottom bouncing about as she worked double time to keep up with him.

I was surprised that Frank was able to keep Nancy hopping for so long. The way he started off I was sure that he'd have to pop pretty fast and that if he didn't then he'd drive Nancy to a quick climax. It didn't work out that way. A couple of times I thought Nancy was ready to pop and then something would change and she'd have to wait a little longer. It was fun trying to spot how Frank was doing it.

Eventually he had to finish off of course, and he did it with style, managing to time his own climax with Nancy's. He pulled back and rose to his feet, doing up his trousers as he did so.

Before he could say anything I waved him away.

"Just go and get your toolbox," I told him. "I'll see to Nancy."

-- -

I went into the garage and got my toolbox. That had been a really interesting interlude. When I came out of the garage I found Suzy was holding her phone and showing Nancy something. It seemed they did have their phones close to hand. Looking around I spotted the garden chair with various items of clothing draped over it. Clothing and phones, I guessed.

Nancy seemed none too happy about what she was seeing on the phone. I strolled over and looked over her shoulder. There she was on that little screen, head down, bum up, and a great big cock plunging in. You couldn't tell it was me but Nancy was sure on display. I looked at Suzy.

"Some people like to gossip, but not about this afternoon. Not as long as I have this."

Ruthless creatures, women. I wondered if she had a photo of me in action. Well, of course she did. I mean one where I'm identifiable. Probably. She'd want something in retaliation. I'd have to wait and see.