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MRWADE.114 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1992
By Wade Mondegam
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Girls in the Wood
Chapter Three
I knew that Kathy and Janet would have trouble finding the
cabin, and had made arrangements for them to stop at the nearest
country store and call upon their arrival. The man who ran the
store was a long time acquaintance, and had been very helpful in
checking on the cabin for me from time to time to make sure
everything was alright. I bought most of my supplies from him as
well, and while he may have wondered about all the rope and chain
that I bought, he never made any comment about it.
When I entered the store to greet the two girls I had to wonder
what my friend the store-keeper thought of them. They made a
really lovely couple, both of them dressed in their cut-off jeans,
their nipples showing teasingly through the thin material of their
tops. I knew both of them well enough to know that they had
purposely dressed as they were dressed and that they had been
admired many times along their journey. At this point I could only
wonder if they had stopped along the way to relieve the passion
that I was sure must have been building up inside them. I would
know when I kissed them, of course, as I would taste the juices
that would linger from their loving.
The kisses the girls gave me brought a look of amusement to my
store owner friend's face as he watched the way they pressed their
bodies to mine and kissed me lingeringly. Sandra, Cindy and I had
stopped by there on the way to pick up some forgotten items, so I
know he was at a minimum intrigued by what he was witnessing. He
walked outside the store with us as we left, and as I drove away I
watched with amusement as I saw him shaking his head slowly from
side to side in wonder.
There had been no taste of pussy in either kiss, and as I
checked the rear-view mirror to make sure that Janet was keeping up
with us, I took Kathy's hand in mine and raised it to my face. I
smelled her fingers, searching for a trace of pussy smell. She
grinned broadly at me and offered her other hand when I was done
with the first one. Bingo. I knew it would have been unusual for
them to be able to drive such a distance without at least fingering
each other a bit.
"Happy now, Master?", she asked, smiling at me.
I smiled back, kissing her fingers. "Yes, darling little piece,
happy and very glad that you're here. I've wanted this very much,
you know."
"Yes, Master, I know. And I've wanted it too. I've wanted it
much longer than I could admit." She paused, crossing her legs.
"She's a hot little number, you know?"
"Yes, I know. You could tell from the start, couldn't you?"
"Yes, I knew almost the minute we met that she wanted me. You
said she was like that, but I didn't really think it would be so
obvious. She kept a hand on me all the way. I guess it's a good
thing she was driving. Wait until you smell HER fingers!"
I laughed softly. Janet couldn't help it. She had tried for
years, really, denying to herself that she had any interest in
women. It was hard enough for her to control her interest in men
sometimes. She was afraid of having a whole other set of desires
to have to struggle with constantly.
"She didn't lick the juice off? I would have thought..."
"Ooops, you're right. I'd forgotten about that. You may not be
able to smell anything on her fingers. And if you do, it will
probably be her that you smell. I would be willing to bet she has
her hand in her pants at this very moment."
I glanced in the rearview mirror again and almost laughed out
loud as I watched Janet stray a bit over the solid line in the
middle of the road.
"I think you're right, sweetie," I chuckled. "But we wouldn't
want her to be any other way, would we?"
"Nope! Certainly not this week, for sure!" Kathy laid her head
on my shoulder and rubbed the inside of my thigh with her hand.
She was a delightful mixture of innocence and pure sex, and it was
often difficult to know for sure which you were sensing from her
they were so closely intertwined. I had underestimated the depth
of her hungers at first, finding it difficult to believe that she
was capable of being as naughty as she was. I was thrilled to be
wrong.
Janet, who now seemed to be a bit more capable of keeping the
car in the road behind us, was six years Kathy's junior. Her
youth, and Cindi's, who was four years younger than Janet, fifteen
years younger than Sandra, was exciting to me, and I enjoyed having
the two younger girls and the two older girls mixed and matched as
I did. There were lots of combinations and permutations to consider
for the week that lay ahead of us, and it was a treat to have the
two girls in their twenties, and the two girls in their thirties,
to work with in so many delightful ways.
When we drove up at the cabin, Sandra and Cindi came running out
to meet us. I was really pleased at the eager reception they gave
this other couple. They had known each other over the computer
lines, but had never met before in person. In addition to all the
possible opportunities for pleasure in such a combination of girls,
there was also the potential for problems, and I was pleased to see
them all putting for so much effort to make it all go smoothly.
This little spot that had once been so remarkable for its quiet,
now became filled with the giggling and excited voices of the
precious women who were my guests for the week. I didn't even try
to be a part of their conversation, and simply allowed them to
enjoy being together. There would be plenty of time for me to say
the things I needed to say to them, plenty of time for me to say
the things they hungered to hear.
Continued in Chapter Four