by Simon Archer
“Maybe because we are planning a trip home,” she answered. Andi’s head whipped sideways to stare at Vila in disbelief.
“That’s fantastic!” Lottie replied. “Where’s home?”
“Ireland,” Vila answered without hesitation. Andi’s mouth dropped open.
“I’ve always dreamed of going to Ireland. Tell me what it’s really like, not all the touristy-stuff!” Lottie got excited like a little kid waiting to hear a fairy tale. I crossed my arms and got comfortable. I was interested to hear Vila’s answer as well. Not so much because I’d never thought I’d hear either girl speak of home to anyone other than me, but because Andi was the one from Ireland and she didn’t look at all like she knew what to say at the moment. Vila smiled innocently.
“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard it’s beautiful and that even on rainy days, the whole country is green like you’ve never seen before,” Vila started. “I grew up on a small farm, and one of my favorite pastimes was picking wildflowers. Andi has some pretty entertaining stories from her home, though. She should be the one to tell you about it.”
I was seriously impressed. Vila had managed to, technically, not say a single thing that wasn’t true while lying by implication at the same time. I looked over at Andi, who was struggling to recover from her surprise.
“I, um… well… let me think,” Andi stumbled over her words. She took a deep breath and recouped before continuing. “What they say is absolutely true. What you don’t hear often is how inconvenient it is to roll down hills as a child when they always seem to be wet!”
“Oh, no!” Lottie replied, laughing.
“Yeah, and then I’d get in trouble for being wet and have to change clothes. But that made no sense because then I’d be told to go feed the pigs and you can imagine that wasn’t a clean job! So, there I’d be, in trouble again and changing clothes… again!” Andi was really laughing at herself by that point.
“So, you grew up on a farm too?” Lottie asked.
“For the most part,” Andi answered. Her eyes went a little blank as she thought of her life after leaving the farm. “I moved to a more populated part of the country later. I just remember my, um… house… being so cold all the time in the winter. I swear the place didn’t have any insolation.”
“Was it really a construction issue? What was your house made out of?” Lottie was genuinely interested in getting all the details.
“Stone,” Andi replied. “It was a very old house.”
“Aside from the cold part, I think I’d love having a stone house. They are so pretty, or at least the ones I’ve seen. Plus, I think I’d feel like I was living in a castle,” Lottie said and started laughing. I held my breath for a moment while Andi’s face flushed.
“You should definitely visit the castles when you go. Now, they are seriously under-insulated but more beautiful than you can imagine,” Andi reminisced without Lottie knowing it. “There is one I was in that had the most beautiful tapestries, and a maze of hidden tunnels like you’d only expect to find in movies.”
“It sounds absolutely fantastic!” Lottie said dreamily. She shifted her attention to Vila. “Did you get to see castles too?” Vila smiled at her as she slowly shook her head.
“No, I didn’t. My grandmother is the one who raised me, and she was rather old. We didn’t travel really,” Vila recalled, once again not being untruthful. If I ever needed a lawyer, I realized Vila would’ve made a great one.
“If I ever book a trip, I’m bringing you two with me!” Lottie commented, truly loving the idea.
“Sounds like a plan.” Vila smiled at her. Lottie looked to Andi for her agreement as well.
“Yes, of course,” Andi answered sweetly. She let out a long breath and grinned as best she could without showing Lottie how awkward she felt. Lottie glanced over to me.
“You can come too,” she joked.
“Anytime!” I replied. The thought of traveling together was quite appealing once I started thinking about it. That is one thing I hadn’t done much of since acquiring my millions. “When do you want to go?”
“When it is summertime. I read that the sun is up almost all day and night!” Lottie said excitedly. She turned to the girls. “Is that true?”
“It is,” Andi answered. “Doesn’t get dark until after eleven at night sometimes. It makes for fun outdoor dinner parties with too much courmi flowing!” She started laughing but stopped short when she saw Lottie’s eyebrow raise.
“Courmi is an old word for a local alcoholic drink,” Andi clarified quickly, realizing her mistake of using a vintage term.
“See? That is the kind of cultural knowledge one should know before visiting another country!” Lottie laughed. I figured it was time to let Andi off the hook, so I sat forward and scooted my chair back.
“How about we go enjoy our own summer out in the backyard?” I stood up and leaned to put my mouth next to Lottie’s ear. “I hear there is an amazing hammock out there that is perfect for getting all wrapped up in,” I whispered.
She looked up at me with knowing eyes. “Sounds like a great plan,” she replied shyly, glancing at the girls. “Are you two going to--?”
“We have a lot of things to get done before tomorrow, so we’re going to call it a night,” Andi interrupted her. When Lottie looked down to get her napkin off her lap, both Andi and Vila winked at me. I smiled and rolled my eyes at them before pulling Lottie’s chair back as she stood up.
“It was really great to see you two without us all being super busy,” Lottie replied. “Thank you so much for sharing your stories about your home with me.”
“Of course, anytime,” Vila answered, trying not to laugh under her breath. She knew she was going to get an earful from Andi as soon as Lottie and I were gone, so she was taking every last chance to get her shots in.
“Goodnight, ladies,” I told both of them as I took hold of Lottie’s hand.
“Goodnight,” Andi and Vila replied in unison.
Lottie and I walked back to the foyer and past the stairs to a set of sliding glass doors leading to the back yard. The doors opened to a pinewood patio that had stairs going down to a perfectly manicured lawn. To the left, there was a swimming pool and hot tub, and to the right, I’d set up lawn games like horseshoes and corn-hole. Directly in the center were two large oak trees, and a two-person hammock was strung between them. I had inserted a circle of glow lamps into the ground surrounding the trees, making a perfectly romantic setting for warm nights like that one.
“Hammock?” I asked.
“Most certainly,” Lottie answered, pulling me down the patio stairs. When we got to the trees, we both kicked off our shoes, and I held the hammock steady for her while she laid down. Then I carefully laid next to her, doing my best to make sure I didn’t tip the entire thing over and have both of us land on the ground. It didn’t seem to matter what quality a hammock was, the chance of ending up looking like a cartoon character getting ejected from one always seemed to exist.
Once I was in, I pulled her close to me. I reached up and tipped her face towards mine and kissed her softly. When I pulled away, she smiled without opening her eyes, so I kissed her again.
“Thank you for all your help today,” I whispered between kisses.
“I’ll do it again tomorrow if we can end up right back here,” she moaned. She wrapped her arms around me, and I felt my entire body respond to her closeness. My mouth left hers and traveled to her neck, and down her throat, playfully kissing, licking and suckling.
“Mmm,” she breathed out and pushed herself against me.
I carefully pulled her on top of me and continued caressing her neck with my tongue. She ran her feather-soft lips over my ear and slowly pressed her pelvis against mine. Upon feeling my bulging erection through our clothes, she moaned even louder. Her sounds made me crazy with wanting. I ran my hands up under the bottom of her shirt and slowly pushed it up over her head. She was wearing a red, lacy bra that invitingly pushed her tits together.
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I took hold of her waist and pulled her body up as I pulled her bra down. As I lowered her breast into my mouth, I danced my tongue around and flicked it back and forth across her nipple before gently sucking her further into my mouth. She arched her back as a shiver ran through her.
“How do you make me so hot and wet so easily?” she whispered breathily as she wrapped her legs around me, pressing into me even harder.
“I want you ready for me to slide my cock up into you whenever I feel like it,” I groaned against her breast. My words, and lips, made her arch even more, and the hammock started to swing gently.
“Just know that when you do slide into me, I’m going to squeeze my pussy so tight on you that you won’t be able to stop yourself from cumming.” She started to rhythmically grind against me.
“You think so, do you?” I pushed my hips up into her crotch, and she sucked her breath in. “We’ll see about that. I think you’re going to mount me, and it’s going to feel so good, you never want my cock to leave you,” I grunted.
I reached around her back and unlatched her bra, letting her full, smooth breast fall against my face. I breathed in her sweet scent and ran my tongue between them. She sat upon me, let her bra drop off, and unbuckled my pants. I lifted myself as she pushed them just low enough for my cock to be freed. I cupped her breasts in my hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She closed her eyes and let the little shocks of pleasure course through her. She ran her hands down my chest and across my stomach, slowing just before reaching my crotch.
“I think you deserve a good riding,” she teased as she encircled me with her hand. The jolt from her touch made me grab onto her hips.
“You’re damn right, I do,” I said as I sat up and pulled her chest to mine. “Are you going to ride me hard, or slow?” I slid my hand over her round ass and lifted her skirt.
“I want to ride you hard,” she moaned as I looped my finger around her thong.
“Then you won’t be needing these,” I whispered. I ripped her underwear off and threw them aside. I pulled her forward and delighted in her pussy lips, sliding up against me. She spread just a little, and I felt the heat from her juices rub against my dick. I put my mouth to her other breast and sucked hard on her nipple. She squealed out in delight and gripped my shoulders, digging her nails in.
“I want you inside me,” she pleaded, sliding herself up, ready to lift her hips and mount me.
“You are going to have to wait,” I growled against her skin. I looped my arm around her leg and softly slid my fingers between us. She was throbbing and wet as I massaged her nub, making her jolt with shocks of desire. I sucked harder on her breast, and just as I slid my fingers inside her, I lightly bit her nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” she called out, grabbing the back of my head. Her reaction made my groin tighten, and I felt my want for her building. I slid my fingers in and out of her gently while she rocked herself against me. The motion of the hammock was adding to her pleasure as I brought my mouth to her lips. She kissed me hard, and I parted her lips with my tongue. I slid my fingers in and out faster and felt her juices flow freely over my hand.
“You are going to do me the pleasure of cumming now,” I whispered in her ear. I pushed my fingers into her and felt her folds throb as she started to orgasm.
“Not fair,” she called out as the first wave shot through her body. She dug her nails into my back, arched her neck, and screamed out as she rocked up and down on my hand. Every delightful tightening made my cock throb as she came. As her body calmed, her chest heaved up and down, pushing her breasts against my chest. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her and licked them, tasting her wetness.
“You taste amazing,” I told her teasingly when she looked into my eyes. She bit her lip and pushed me back. I laid down, and she fell on top of me, running her hands up my chest. Her hair brushed against my face as she suckled on my neck and started to slide her dripping pussy against me. The smooth friction made my dick pulse with raw desire. She began rocking forward and back as she licked up and down my neck. We swayed side to side as she slathered me with her cum, continuously sliding further up towards the head of my cock. She lifted her head and looked directly into my eyes.
“I said, I want to ride you like you deserve,” she said, a spark in her eye. She slid herself forward, and I felt the head of my cock move up against her hot opening.
“You did say that, didn’t you?” I teased her.
“That is exactly what I’m going to do, dammit,” Lottie told me. She leaned her mouth down and ran her tongue up my neck. As soon as she was at my ear, she put her hands on my chest and tilted her hips. Then she pushed down hard, sliding my cock up into her. I grunted at the force with which she took me, and with the lightning bolt of pleasure that shot up into my groin. I breathed in slowly to keep myself from cumming as she smiled down at me. She pulled up slowly and then slammed down onto me again.
“Holy shit, woman,” I called out as I felt myself almost reach my breaking point. She repeated the move again. She sat up so I could see her glorious breast bounce in the moonlight as she lifted herself up and pushed back onto me. As she started moving faster and faster, she grabbed onto my hips so she could shove my cock up in her harder and harder. I assisted my pulling down on her hips.
Each time I pounded into her, I grew closer and had to concentrate more to keep from finishing. I could see her desire building again as she rode me. She arched back and let out a loud moan as she grew closer to climax. When I saw her bite her lip, I knew it was time. She bounced hard up and down once more. When her hips met mine, I sat up and held her down tight on me, forcing my cock as deep into her as possible.
I growled into her chest as her pussy throbbed, and I exploded my first shot of jism inside her. Every muscle in my body tensed against the power of my climax. She pulsated around me, pulling the cum out of me as I emptied my load over and over. Her screams made my pleasure even greater as I ground up into her, our bodies rocking together as we orgasmed. When I was finally drained, I held her there, enjoying the light aftershocks of her body throbbing on mine. We breathed hard and clung together tight, intertwined while a calm washed over us.
Finally, I laid down, and Lottie laid on me with me still inside her. I kissed her neck, and we dozed off together as the gentle rocking of the hammock and our sexual exhaustion lulled us to sleep.
16
I woke up to a kiss on the forehead. I opened my eyes, and Lottie was standing over me, already dressed. We’d moved into the bedroom sometime in the middle of the night.
“What time is it?” I asked her, realizing I hadn’t set my alarm clock.
“It’s six. I have an international client coming in whose hours are ridiculous, so I have to go,” she whispered. I acted like I was going to hug her goodbye, but I wrapped my arms around her instead and pulled her down on the bed with me.
“They can wait!” I pretended to pout. “Tell them they messed up the day and aren’t supposed to come until tomorrow.” She flipped her hair to the side and laid her head on my chest.
“If only business was that easy,” she giggled. “I’ll do it if you tell Sven and Asher they can’t come until next week.” She peered up at me from under her long, black lashes.
“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” I conceded. “Will I see you later?
“Unfortunately, not tonight. I’ll check my schedule and let you know, though. Do you have plans for the week?” she asked, hope in her eyes.
“I believe I am free for the most part. I’ll ask the girls and let you know for certain. Did I tell you about the ghost tour they scheduled for me without my knowledge?” I asked. I planned on going back and thought perhaps she might like to go.
“No,” she laughed. “What was that about?”
“The short version… guy renovating an old theater he’s in love with… guy making money to renovate said building by offering ghost tours… Andi and Vila thinking I could help guy get more people to the tours. That’s ab
out it,” I chuckled and held her tighter to me.
“So, how much did you end up donating?” She knew me too well.
“What makes you think I donated anything?” I asked, acting shocked that she would assume.
“Because between all the guy information, you said nothing remotely indicating that you didn’t like the guy or the tour for that matter,” she smiled knowingly up at me.
“Yeah, you’re right. To tell you the truth, I did really like the guy,” I chuckled. “And the theater is going to be amazing when it’s restored. Do you want to go see it with me?”
“You want to go again?” she asked.
“Of course. It was a good time,” I answered, thinking of all the little extras Andi and Vila had added.
“In that case, I’d love to,” she told me. She wiggled around in my arms to try and get closer even though there was no way she could unless the blanket between us was removed. “I have to go, babe.”
“I know,” I said, but didn’t move.
“No, really, I have to go.” She was laughing and trying to be serious at the same time.
“I already said, ‘I know,’ didn’t you hear me?” I played coy.
“Ah, I see,” she said slowly. “Let me go.” I instantly released my hold on her.
“Better?” I asked innocently.
“If I had time, I’d beat you with a pillow!” she laughed. She climbed off the bed and moved her body as far away from me as she could get while still being close enough to kiss me goodbye one more time. I kissed her back and watched as she sauntered towards the door. She stopped and blew me another kiss before she left. I pretended to catch it and hit myself in the forehead with it, which made her laugh her way out the door.
I laid in bed for a few more minutes before finally getting up to shower. While the hot water was spilling over me, the previous day’s event crossed my mind. I wondered how the people involved in the tornadoes were doing. At least I knew they had somewhere to sleep last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that thirteen tornadoes touched down in one place, never mind the fact that the place hadn’t ever seen a tornado before. It seemed surreal. Tornadoes were notorious for being fast and unpredictable. As advanced as science was, it had still failed to find a way to predict them in a considerably timely manner. In Pillaowa’s case, there was not even a clue that they would need to contemplate having a warning system. Then another thought popped into mind. What if there was a way to warn people? Furthermore, what if there was a way to warn them and make certain they cleared out before disaster struck? I turned off the water and grabbed my towel. I was suddenly in a hurry to get downstairs and find the answer to my questions.
