L is for Lemonade

"Why did you buy that stupid hat anyway?" she said, struggling to fit the oversized Panama hat in the overhead bin.

"You know why I got it. To keep the sun off my face." He watched her trying to move their carry-ons around to make room for the large hat. And he watched her as she reached up, her long bare legs stretching, her muscles taut, her ass tight and firm under the shorts she wore for the red-eye flight home. "Don't damage it."

"Here. You do something with it," she said tossing it to him as she slumped into the window seat with the paper back novel she'd started by the pool.

He struggled for awhile and couldn't find a spot for the hat either, and settled into his seat next to her, the hat on his lap.

Soon, the flight was underway and the cabin lights were dimmed as the other passengers settled in to get some sleep. He looked at her and grinned. He reached over and kissed her neck, that spot just below her ear that he knew was especially sensitive. She purred, and said without conviction, "I'm trying to read."

"I know, honey, but you look so delicious, the way your shirt leaves your neck bare, not to mention your long tan legs, and your bare feet. I'd get down of the floor and kiss your toes if I thought no one would see me."

"What a shame," she said. "I can think of nothing I'd like better than having my toes kissed. Except maybe having them licked and sucked."

"Hmm," he said. "I wish I could. Then maybe I'd leave a trail of kisses up the inside of your leg. Stopping before I get to your shorts, of course. I wouldn't want to do anything indecent on an airplane."

She laughed. "You wouldn't?"

He grinned at her. "Well, to tell the truth, I suppose I would. I'd unzip your shorts and slip my hand down the front as I nibbled your thighs. Maybe I'd find that you were wet and this would inspire me. I'd get a blanket and put it over your lap so I could hide your nakedness as I take your shorts off and bury my head between your legs, licking your sweet, bare pussy lips, then slipping my tongue between them, tasting your honey." He kissed her neck again, nibbling, gently nipping her with his teeth.

"Hmm," she cooed. "Tell me more." John walked into the bedroom, called by his wife Sara. The room was light by candlelight and his wife was lying on the bed wearing her black peignoir. She had a stack of printouts in her hand.

"What's the occasion?" he asked as he unzipped his pants.

Sara smiled. "There's this story-

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"-I want you to read," Alex told his wife Marilyn. His arms wrapped around her from behind. She melted into his embrace, and took the papers from his hands.

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"This Lemonade is too sour," Nicholas began to read. He stopped when his wife kissed his stomach.

"Keep reading," Wanda asked. She pulled down his underwear and his manhood was waiting for her.

Nicholas continued. "He said, 'what it needs is to something sweet-"

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     "-to counter it," Belinda read out loud. Her boyfriend was pulsing inside her. It was so hard to read with him making love to her, but she wouldn't have stopped for the world.

     "Keep reading," Eric hissed in her ear. "I want to know-"

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     "What happens next," Rebecca said.

     "You shall," Victor assured her. "I just wanted to make sure your bonds were tight." She was secure. He took his place between her thighs and placed the story on her pale belly. Victor's fingers went to her sex and stroked softly while he read.

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     "'What do you recommend?' she asked, knowing full well what he was thinking. It was an old joke of theirs, but a good one."

     Carol paused, thinking she heard something on the other end of the phone.       "Go on," Thomas, her husband hissed. Even though he was three states away in some dark hotel room, Carol could feel his desire.

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"'Something very sweet," he said. She smiled, expecting him to place a little on her arm and then kiss it. He smiled because he intended to surprise her."

Yolanda looked at her husband. His ebony skin glistened with sweat as he packed the dirt into the pot. She noticed the bulge in his pants was very prominent. She certainly had Carl's attention now. Soon, they might have to continue the story inside, away from the neighbor's eyes.

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"He took the pitcher of lemonade and lifted it above her head. Tipping it, he smiled as she screamed. Only she could laugh with outrage. Only she knew him well enough to know he did it out of mischief."

Ursula and Xavier laughed. Xavier laughed so hard; he lost his balance from leaning over Ursula's shoulder to read the monitor.

"I would not think it was so funny," Ursula warned. Her smile betrayed her.

"I'll keep that in mind," Xavier laughed. "Read the next part before decide to take you right here."

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"Right here?" Ian asked.

"Yes," Louise said. Her hand was under the library table and her fingers were around his cock. "You keep reading, and I'll keep going as well. No one is watching."

Ian pulsed in her hand. "That's debatable. Besides, who's going to clean up?"

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"'I'll clean it up, I promise,' he said to her." Ophelia shivered as Jacob did something with his mouth on her buttocks. "He took hold of the hem of her dress and began to lift. The dress was clinging to her skin, soaked as it was with bad lemonade. She thought fleetingly about the waste of lemons but she reconciled herself with the idea that it WAS too sour. This would be much more fun."

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"Fun is good," Amy said.

"Hush," Howard said gently. Their bodies never ceased their motion. Entwined the melded and moved as one. Howard read from the wall where they taped the stories. Amy clenched her thighs as he found his place again.

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"The dress pealed from her body as he lifted the hem. She shuddered, enjoying the slow striping that touched every part of her skin. No bra and no panties meant she was being revealed completely by one simple action. To him, she looked like a Goddess being unveiled."

Geena moaned, and Scott stopped reading temporarily. He thought this writer was good, but the sound of his wife in pleasure was better. Geena was sitting across from him, her fingers busy as she masturbated on the couch.