"How did I end up like this?"
by Miles Naismith
She was on the beach, in darkness except for the pale light of a waning Moon. It was a Caribbean beach, and it was the second day of their vacation. She was on her knees on a towel, her head resting on her forearms.
Conscious of her nakedness, she thought, "There's only one reason ever to be in this position... and I don't think I can stop."
Elizabeth and Carter had shed the stress of the city, where jobs, children and quotidian demands lay, when they unpacked their bags in the resort the prior afternoon. She had shed some of her inhibitions too, choosing, without his urging, to wear to dinner the backless (thus necessarily braless) sun dress she seldom wore in public.
The resort encouraged the guests to mingle, and had put them at a table with another couple about their age. They had hit it off famously.
Tom and Mandy both worked in high pressure high tech jobs, and were eager to be wild and naughty. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and the fruit drinks with little umbrellas had added fuel to the fire.
The next day, the four had laughed at double entendres, and played drinking games. Carter had unhooked Elizabeth's top as she sunned, and she did not demure. Dinner was eaten with an enhanced awareness of subtle erotic attraction.
They had ended up on the beach again afterwards, and with half hungry taunts and dares, and had shed their clothes to swim in the warm water. Emerging from the warm surf, they hadn't dressed as they made risque comments and laughed at their own wit. The women kidded the men about the evidence of their interest in the proceedings, each secretly eyeing the other's husband with the same intensity that the men eyed them.
Suddenly Mandy was sucking Tom. In an act that surprised herself, Elizabeth took Carter in her mouth. Even alone, in their own bed, she seldom did that. When she looked across Carter's body at Mandy, Mandy's head hid Tom, but the steady to and fro was quite adequate to signal what was happening. Then, in almost dreamlike slow motion, Mandy turned toward her, and stretched out her hand to Carter's groin.
She drew his erection away from Elizabeth and engulfed it with her own mouth. Then she pushed it back to Elizabeth. As the women shared Carter, Elizabeth felt Carter's hand slide up between her legs to finger her. A gasp from Mandy suggested he had done the same to her.
In the dim light, Elizabeth had seen Tom get up, but it was still a shock to feel his fingers join Carter's in discovering the wet evidence of her excitement. It was even more of a shock when Carter withdrew without objection.
Hands on her hips pulled at her, up on her haunches, head down and back arched. Fingers moved to increase her desire. Then it wasn't fingers any more.
"How did I end up like this?"
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Things That Go Hump In The Night
by Miles Naismith
"From ghosties and ghoulies and long leggedy beasties, And things that go bump in the night, Oh Lord, deliver us." - Ancient Scots prayer
"All right, I'll do it," she had finally said, "but don't blame me if I break out in giggles."
He had been so tentative, yet so hopeful, like a puppy begging for food. She had been amused at his request, and had decided to give in, long before she told him she would do it, just to watch the expressions on his face.
Still, he was her love, and even though it was stupid, a silly man thing, she had decided that she could force herself to play her part. Besides, the pitch darkness he had specified would hide her blushes.
That was how she had come to be here, naked under the covers, the echoes of timid little extortionists' cries of "Trick or Treat" having long since died, waiting for her husband, dressed up like a burglar, to come and "ravish" her. His adolescent Halloween rape fantasy.
Idly, she yawned, wondering where he could be. It was already late, and she was tired. When she could wait no longer, she slept.
Her dreams belied her disparagement of his fantasy. She dreamed of being "ravished" by a gentle, handsome stranger.
