Bareback Risk

by aloneagain

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Heterosexual, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: Small town girl, Ana Lancer, downplayed her looks, dressed plainly, and studied hard. She needed two more semesters to accomplish her goal of a degree and the best job available, without accumulating college debt. She signed a contract four years ago and now, Reece Winters will decide if Ana receives the scholarship funds she needs. What other provisions of the agreement will he use to get what he wants? How far would she go to comply with his demands?

"No sir, not a permanent job, just for the summer."

"Okay Ana, but that means you won't get a good shift. I'll have to put you on nights, from eleven to seven."

"That's alright, Rick. I can't be too particular. I just need to earn some spending money for college. You know, for whatever my scholarship doesn't cover. That is, if I can get the scholarship to cover my final semesters. I'd do almost anything to avoid student loans."

"I'll try to put you on for the dinner hours anytime I need extra help," Rich explained. "That may give you a little more tips than truckers and drunks pay. It's gonna mean you'd have to do that as extra hours. Can you work that many hours in one day?"

"Sure, four hours for dinner, plus my eight, with an hour or two off in between? Yeah, I can do that as long as it's not every day," Ana agreed. "I don't have any other demands on my time. Mom doesn't need me to help her."

"What?" Rick asked. "No boyfriend?"

When Ana shook her head, Rick smiled and asked, "Pretty girl like you and there's no boyfriend? What's wrong with guys these days?" Rick winked at Ana. It was only in jest when he asked, "Are you interested in an older man?"

Ana laughed, she had known Rick too long to take him seriously. "Not in this town. The ladies of the Garden Club would run me out of town." She started to leave Rick's office and turned back to ask him, "If you lose a dinner waitress, can I have the earlier spot?"

Rick nodded, "Yeah, but don't hold your breath. Everyone who's on that shift has been here a long time."

"Yeah, I know, but it never hurts to ask." Ana waved and told the restaurant owner, "I'll be here early for someone to show me around. See ya later."

It wasn't the first time Ana had worked as a waitress. She was fortunate there was an opening at Town & Country Restaurant. However, it was the first time she would work as a waitress in her hometown. If she had stayed in the larger college town, she might have found a job as an intern with one of the larger companies she was hoping may hire her after college. However, her mother had convinced her to come home for the summer so she would be in town during the month before her brother's wedding, particularly because Ana was a bridesmaid. Her brother was engaged to marry the only child of one of the small town's leading citizens. Parties and receptions leading up to the wedding would be the most important social events of the summer.

Ana was easy to get along with and worked well with the other people at the restaurant. By the end of the third day, she could handle her shift by herself, partly because the large dining room was unused on weeknights. One dinner waitress worked half of the late shift on weekends. That left only the stools along the front counter, six booths, and the small semi-private dining room, complete with tablecloth and cloth napkins. The door to the smaller room was open after midnight, but few people chose to use the room during Ana's shift.

The cook for the night shift, an older woman Ana had known most of her life, was easy to work with. Betty Dennis would give Ana a ride to or from work if her mom couldn't take her across town. The older woman lived two blocks from Ana and preferred the night shift because her husband was disabled. It was easier for her to help him during the day and still get enough sleep.

Other than an occasional truck driver, most of the customers Ana served were regulars, few of whom wanted a menu. Betty could almost start cooking their burger, chicken fried steak, or bacon and eggs, when she saw them walk in the door. A few of them even called out their order before they found a stool at the counter or slid into one of the cushioned booths, calling Betty by name and saying how they wanted their eggs done.

To reach the small semi-private dining room, a customer walked in the front door and turned to the right. If the counter was busy and the booths were full, a customer might be in the dining room for a short time before a waitress thought to look in the small room with five widely spaced tables. The room was used for small meetings or special dinners for a large family and had extra tables folded against one wall to accommodate up to fifty diners in close quarters, such as a local club would use for their regular meetings. When Rick gave Ana a walk through the restaurant, he told her about the light switch inside the door.

Most of the customers who used the small dining room turned the light on when they walked inside. These were business people who wanted a private meal where their fellow citizens would not interrupt them. People who desired to have a meal and a conversation that would not be overheard, or a gentleman seeking a quiet place for a romantic dinner also sought out the room. One or two waitresses worked the meal for larger gatherings or club meetings.

It was a rare occasion when the semi-private dining room had a customer during the late shift. Ana was surprised to look up and see the room lit by soft lighting, around the top edge of the walls. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, on a slow night. In fact, the booths were empty and there were only two men at the counter, both of whom had just finished their meal and were paying their tickets when Ana saw the lights on.

Although it was no longer common to provide a diner with a glass of water, people in the small dining room received a little better service that a casual diner could expect. When Ana walked by the open door she saw one man, a very large man, probably in his mid-to-late thirties, sitting with his back to the interior wall. He was wearing dress slacks and a stiffly starched dark green shirt. She placed a glass of ice and water on the table in front of him and offered him a menu.

Without taking the menu, the man asked, "Did Webb and Eli leave?"

Ana knew, or had already learned the names of the regulars and knew the men to whom he referred were the two who were just then driving out of the parking lot. In her quiet voice, Ana answered, "Yes sir. What would you like to drink?"

Waving off her second offer of a menu, the man replied, "Tell Betty to fix Reece a steak and bring you and me a cup of coffee."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You don't have any customers and I don't like to eat alone. If you don't actually hate me already, maybe you'll sit with me a few minutes and smile occasionally so I can have a little company. Can you do that darlin'?"

It didn't really seem too unusual, what he was asking her to do. After all, this time of the evening saw few people coming in to the restaurant. It was just easier to remain open the two or three hours between the very late and the very early eaters. Shutting down the kitchen was a lot more work and expense than paying a cook to be in the kitchen during those few slack hours. Betty had an old chair and a footstool in one corner and often had a light snooze at that time of the night. On preceding nights, Ana had fixed at least one quick burger and a simple bacon, egg, and toast meal for single diners after telling Betty to keep her feet up for a little longer.

However, Ana was startled to return to the dining room and see the tall man holding her chair for her as she placed their filled cups with saucers on the table.

After seeing Ana seated and resuming his seat, the imposing man took a sip of his coffee, "You make good coffee, Ana."

With her cup halfway to her mouth, Ana looked at the man, startled that he knew her name.

"It is Ana isn't it? One 'n' in the middle Ana?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, I don't believe I know who you are," Ana replied, replacing her cup in the saucer and searching her memory. The town was small enough for her to know, at least by name, if not by sight, most of the restaurant's customers and more than three-fourths of anyone she might see in town on any given day.

"I don't suppose there's any particular reason you should know who I am. But I know you. By the way, I'm Reece Winters." He looked at her for a moment before continuing, "Let's see, Ana Lancer, Class Valedictorian four years ago. You beat Lloyd Bishop by point oh one and you managed to beat Hiram Langelier's little darling daughter, Susan, by point oh three points. Pretty big risk you took asking your teachers for extra credit assignments." He paused a moment to make sure he had her attention. "I wonder how big a risk taker you really are?" His words were a reminder of Ana's last two years in high school and the final question was a challenge, if she had ever heard one.

"I'm sorry, Mister Winters, I don't know what you're asking."

Reece Winters leaned against the back of his chair, cocked his head to one side, and looked at Ana through dark smoky gray eyes, "Mister Winters is my grandfather. You will call me Reece." It did not sound like a request, it sounded like a command. Ana didn't need any more information. The Winters's family was big, big men, big business, big money, and big reputations. The oldest, Mister Howard Winters, a notorious womanizer, was a widower of many years. The middle Winters's man, Richland, also single, was often thought to challenge his father's womanizing reputation. Following a spectacular divorce when the man accused his second wife of adultery and won, she left town with a very small, almost insulting, divorce settlement. Ana did not know the marital status of this Reece Winters, not that it seemed to matter, but he was not wearing a wedding ring.

The family was the largest landowner in the whole county. Every business endeavor they touched turned to money, lots of money. The men in the family were members of the bank's board of directors, the school board, any board, every board, and any political office they sought to run for, others need not apply.

A very slow smile spread across Reece's face as he announced, "And I guess you can figure it out pretty easily if I tell you I'll make the decision on whether the scholarship for your final semesters of college is approved."

Ana may have felt the blood drain from her face, but she prided herself that she did not blink. Instead, she stared at the man, waiting for the other shoe to drop, or the rest of her world to implode.

Ana Lancer lived all of her life knowing she wanted to be an architect, a residential architect. She knew what subjects she had to excel in, what courses she needed to take in college, and how long it would take her to get through school. There was never any doubt that she could do it, but getting it done in just five years meant she needed a good scholarship. However, the combined city service organizations only provided a four-year scholarship to the graduating student with the highest grade point average. Because of her stated goal, a loosely worded clause in the scholarship agreement mentioned she could apply for, and would likely receive approval of the additional money for semesters she would need, if her grades were acceptable. This meant Ana could only have a very limited number of hours of outside work if she was going to leave time for studies and keep up her grades. She also wanted the best job offer available after she graduated and second best did not enter the picture.

However, Ana also knew her looks were against her. People think pretty girls get by on their looks, so she purposely downplayed her looks. Her dark blond hair was straight, in a blunt cut barely touching her earlobes. She favored minimal make-up, little more than lipstick and often forgot that, too. She did not dress fashionably and she usually wore socks with her sensible shoes. Apart from the fact that she couldn't afford to do so, plain neutral-colored clothing, meaning a mid-calf skirt and loose fitting shirt, lent itself to the image she wanted to portray and did not show off her figure. Glasses hid her dark brown eyes, rather than contact lens, because glasses hid some of her expressions. She wore large frame glasses for reading, not to see, but often included them as part of her everyday activities, giving herself a shield.

To add to her unfashionable looks, Ana kept her nails cut short and carried a large backpack filled with her schoolwork. She did not have or use a cell phone, did not have a car at school, and she made every effort to appear as a dowdy, frumpy, old-fashioned girl. There was nothing about her to appeal to boys or men who enjoyed looking at a female with an hourglass figure, large breasts, a bubble butt, or swinging hips. Her methods worked. Ana could be in a room of fewer than ten people and none of them would recall that she had been there. She was at the top of almost every class she took and professors found her a joy to teach. Everyone else ignored or disregarded her and she did not care.

Instead of responding to the man's threat that he alone had the power to approve the funds for her final year of school, Ana turned her attention to retrieving his dinner when Betty bounced her hand on the small bell in the service window. She paused a moment as soon as she could get out of the small dining room, resting with her forehead on the wall, trying to get her hands to stop shaking and get her breathing under control. She dared not do anything to disappoint the man who would say yea or nay to providing the funds for her final year of school. A minute later, she was placing a platter of food in front of Reece, refilling his coffee cup, and asking him how he wanted his baked potato dressed.

"Just butter," Reece announced and dropped his arm down beside his chair. As Ana scooped butter out of the condiment holder, Reece brought his hand up under her long skirt, between her legs, sliding slowly up her inner thigh. His hand stopped a mere inch from her panties and he extended his thumb lightly brushing it back and forth, softly scraping across the crotch of her underwear.

Ana took a deep breath and held it as long as she could, afraid she would drop the condiment holder in his lap. She took a step back and to the side, and pushed her skirt down to cover her legs. Accustomed to an occasional customer taking liberties to touch her as she bent over their table, she said a quiet, "Please, sir."

Reece's deep voice commanded, "Don't wear panties tomorrow night."

Thankfully, three men came into the restaurant to order their very early breakfasts, giving Ana a chance to escape. Her breathing was hard and her head was whirling at the risk she took in allowing Reece Winters to think she was available for his use. She stayed busy serving the new customers and doing the other chores necessary to complete her shift work before the breakfast rush. Although she checked on Reece Winters, he merely nodded or shook his head when she stood well back from his table to ask if he wanted more coffee or needed anything to finish his meal. She must have been taking an order when he left the restaurant because she did not see him walk out. When Ana went to clear his table, she found a twenty-dollar bill for his meal on top of his ticket for just under fifteen dollars. There was also a fifty-dollar bill under his dinner plate. At least he tipped well.


A few hours later, about an hour before Ana's shift ended, Reece and two other men came into the restaurant and walked straight into the small dining room. All three men were wearing expensive suits, white shirts, and conservative ties, looking like they had just stepped out of a men's clothing catalog. Reece looked enough like both men for them to be his father and grandfather.

Ana heard a muffled groan from a man at the counter in front of her but couldn't decide who had spoken. "Oh shit! Big doin's boys. Three bad ass Winters and I don't mean snow."

While another waitress was walking in the front door to put her things away and prepare to help with the early morning breakfast orders, Ana went to the small dining room, carrying menus, three glasses of water, cups, saucers, and a full pot of coffee. As if he had not been in earlier, Reece Winters did little more than give his breakfast order to Ana. He gave the remainder of his attention to the two other men at the table. Half an hour later, the president of the local bank, her brother's future father-in-law, joined the three Winters's men. Hiram Langelier did not order breakfast. Instead, Ana took him a cup of coffee, refilled the other three men's cups, and cleared their breakfast dishes.

Ana's shift was over before the meeting between the Winters men and their banker ended. Her relief said she would take care of cleaning the small dining room so Ana could get off her feet and rest. Waiting for Betty, Ana was sitting on the low loading dock at the end of the restaurant. She was leaning against the building with her feet stretched out in front of her when the older two Winters men and their banker walked out of the building. Grandfather and father Winters left in a big luxury vehicle, followed moments later, by the banker in a similar vehicle.

Reece Winters walked out of the restaurant as the other two vehicles drove away. He walked straight to Ana and smiled. He braced his hand on the side of the building, relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world and took his time to examine her, looking from the top of her head, across her face, and down the front of her shirt. Her waitress apron tied around her waist accentuated her full breasts and small waist. He looked all the way down her legs, covered almost to her ankles by her long skirt, ending at the sensible shoes and socks.

"Well, well, Miss Prim-and-Proper Ana Lancer, finished another hard shift on your feet, huh?"

"Yes sir." She dared not say anything else. She had no desire to antagonize this man or give him any reason to dislike her. He controlled the money she needed to finish school.

"Why are you working? Shouldn't you be having fun this summer?"

"No sir, whatever I earn during the summer pays my personal expenses while I'm in school."

"Ah..." he nodded his understanding. "The scholarship doesn't cover incidentals?" Reece may not have examined the whole file as closely as he could have or he would have known the answer to his question. However, he also enjoyed teasing Ana, she was so careful about the way she talked to him.

"Yes sir." She looked up, but no higher than his chin, she did not need the distraction of the way he looked at her.

"Maybe we need to have a discussion about some kind of allowance to help you with expenses?"

"I would appreciate that, sir. I'm careful, but..." Ana shrugged her shoulders, not caring to give him any more information than necessary.

Reece took a step forward, his knees mere inches from her thighs, and held out a cellular telephone. Before she could do much more than look at the phone, and then back up at Reece, he slipped it in one pocket of her waitress apron.

"I'll call, you answer," he said, as if it was the continuation of a conversation they had been having for several minutes.

Ana was on her feet, shaking with fear and not careful about the words she used. She demanded to know, "What? You'll call me and I'm supposed to do whatever you say?"

Before she could turn and walk away, Reece took her arm, whipped her around, and had his hands on her waist, picking her up and backing her against the building. If he let go of her, she would fall at his feet and likely be injured in the process. Instead of allowing that to happen, Ana put her legs around his waist to hold onto him.

No longer needing to support her weight, Reece put his hands on the sides of her face and held her head against the wall behind her. He kissed her hard, his mouth grinding into hers, very likely bruising her lips, while his hands dropped and enclosed her soft breasts in his massaging grasp. He raised his head and glared at her, "That, Miss Lancer, is exactly what I expect. Read your scholarship agreement. I own your ass, for your final year of school and for five years after you graduate." He took a step back, put his hands on Ana's waist, lifted her away from him, and placed her on her feet.

"Keep that phone handy. I'll call, you answer," he repeated. Without another word, the man turned, walked to his pickup, and then calmly drove out of the parking lot.

Trembling and breathing faster than normal, Ana joined Betty who was walking out the back door, as Reece's truck pulled into the flow of traffic, heading out of town. Betty, tired from being on her feet for most of eight hours, was never talkative on the way home. Almost mechanically, she drove the two miles to their street, stopped, and let Ana out of the car. Less than five minutes later Betty was probably helping her husband through his morning before she could have her first few hours of sleep.

Ana, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. She ran in the front door, up the stairs, and pulled papers from her old student desk, quickly scanning them for whatever she could find which Reece Winters seemed to believe gave him the right to order her around. Shaking at the thought she might have to apply for student loans or worse yet, leave school and never reach her goal, Ana groaned when she found her initials beside the clause that would require her to repay the scholarship, with interest, should she not finish school, graduate, or fail to be a fully licensed architect within two years. The next clause, beside which was also a space containing her initials, showed she had agreed to be a full-time employee of Winters Construction for five years after she left school.

Before she could do much more than fold the agreement and return it to the desk, the cell phone rang. Ana considered just letting it ring, but could not take that risk. Instead, she opened the phone and said her name, "It's Ana."

"Ah yes, my Ana," the deep voice announced his ownership. "I was right, you are a risk taker. Do you understand a gentleman's agreement?"

"Yes, I think so," Ana answered slowly, speaking carefully to make sure her words were clearly understood. "There is an offer and an acceptance, and usually a handshake, with both parties bound by their personal word to keep the agreement."

"Excellent. The education I'm paying for seems to be money well spent. I presume you have read the scholarship agreement and will understand. In exchange for a modification of the scholarship provisions, you will share my risk."

"What risk?"

"Ah ha, that my dear, is yet to be known and something I alone will decide. Meet me in the trees to the south of Gates Park, this afternoon at three o'clock. Wear your red skirt, no bra, and no panties."

Before Ana could ask a question or get a clarification, the call ended. Instead of a shower and an hour or so of calming down after eight hours on her feet, Ana set her alarm, crawled into her bed, and pulled the covers over her head. Within minutes, she was sound asleep, but it was not restful sleep. A man's deep voice taunted her. Her breasts ached to be touched, tasted, and loved. A hard kiss turned erotic, dueling tongues heightened her arousal. She moved against a man's erection, the hardness of the faceless man's arms held her through a deep orgasm she did not understand.


While sitting in Bat's Bar waiting for the golf pro, so he could discuss the next month's outlay of money, Reece was mentally reviewing how much he still had to do before he could begin to make money on his latest project. So far, every dollar had been going out of the bank, not into his business account. Although the project was on schedule, it would be another year before he was making any money and several more years before he reached the break-even point.

Trying to turn several hundred acres into a country club, golf course, and at least that many high-end home sites had Reece's head swimming. He had already invested more money than he cared to think about on his current project, a few years of waiting for Ana Lancer, plus too many hours of talking to her professors, and he had a file cabinet full of documents, plans, and agreements. His construction company was on the brink of breaking ground for the exclusive country club. In a few months more extensive infrastructure would appear, additional construction of utilities would begin, and streets would be cut through acres and acres of overused farmland. Additional sites for expensive homes would appear on what was now rough, rocky, and rolling land that was not suited for farming. He would be ready for home construction to begin in just over a year. Reece was almost dizzy with thoughts of the additional expenses he would face if Ana managed to break the scholarship provisions as his attorney had said was possible.

Attracting families who were willing to live more than an hour's drive from the nearest large city, in exchange for quiet country living, was a risk he knew would pay off. However, Reece still had to complete at least five years of work and construction before the big income began, and Ana Lancer was the key to the final phase. The ultimate goal was building homes so unique and individual, styled as private estates, for which he could charge prices that would make a similar project, a short distance away, sell out before he turned over a single spade full of dirt.

Her award winning drawings of exterior elevations showed her creative ideas and was exactly what would sell the houses his construction company would build. Her imaginative use of space and interior design would appeal to women interested in showing their friends how unique their home was. Ana's skills were what would appeal to those females, the primary decision makers in home purchases. Men would salivate over her careful attention to detail and the rich look of the home's exteriors. Reece could not allow her to slip through his fingers for a dumb lawyer's mistakes.

So what, was he doing suggesting the gentleman's agreement? His attorney said if Reece managed to remove or modify two troublesome provisions, the remainder of the agreement was almost unbreakable, and Reece needed an unbreakable agreement. He just thought he would have a little fun while he negotiated some changes to the problem provisions. The attorney joked that the lawyer who prepared the original agreement for Mister Howard Winters still seemed to believe in involuntary servitude. Yes, he had said, those provisions were the nearest thing to slavery he had ever seen in a modern legal document.

As the bartender placed a cold beer on Reece's table, a conversation from the booth behind him interrupted his thoughts.

"No way, Bishop. You actually popped Ana Lancer's cherry?"

"Yes way, Anderson, Homecoming Dance, sophomore year, the same night she broke my nose. She didn't claim it was rape, but I'll bet not a single one of you guys ever got inside her panties, did ya?"

What followed were two voices, both muttered "Nope," and a third who said, "Good God, who'd want that tight twat?"

Bishop's voice was a little louder than necessary, perhaps the words of a less than sober braggadocios male on the prowl, "And, I'll bet there ain't another man who ever did neither."

One of his fellow drinking buddies questioned Bishop's knowledge, "How the hell do you know?"

"Saw her at school almost every day for the last four years, Eugene. She don't party, never dates, best scores in every class we had together, you know, Dean's list kinda person. Two of her drawings won awards, big time."

Laughter, followed by another question, surprised Reece, "Hey Bishop, you still want her, doncha?"

"Damn right, Cliff," Bishop acknowledged the taunt. "'cause I know what's under those long shirts she wears, and I'm gonna get me a good taste of that pussy, first time I catch her alone."

"Hey, did I hear her big brother, Jerry, is gonna marry your cousin, Susan Langelier?" Eugene inquired. "How'd he get that job at the bank, anyway?"

Bishop could not contain himself, he laughed, "Duh, marry the president of the bank's daughter, employment for life." He laughed again and commented, "And I am a member of The Wedding Party, right across from Miss Ana Lancer, sister of the groom. Now, you think about that, men. My chance is coming and I'm gonna take it. Fresh pussy juice, whooeeee!"


A few hours later Ana was awake, groggily making her way to the bathroom for a shower and dressing, as Reece instructed, in the red pleated skirt. She gave little thought to how the man would know she owned such a garment. A loose white shirt hid the lack of a bra and the softly moving pleats of her skirt touched her naked bottom and the lips of her sex, extending the memories of her dreams.

When she neared Gates Park, which was about six blocks from her home, she started noticing cars parked along the sides of the streets leading to the park. A large banner, stretched between two tall posts at the entry to the park, proclaimed the day was the Women's Garden Club's annual City Beautification project. Ana groaned, but did not walk through the park. Instead, she walked one block beyond the entrance and made her way through the trees on the south side of the park, occasionally glancing to her left to see the small park was crowded with people completing various projects. Were anyone to look toward the trees they would see her red skirt and wonder why she was so far away from the center of activity.

"Are you on some form of birth control?" At the sound of his voice, Ana swirled around to face Reece. Her pleated skirt flared with her sudden movement and the faint breeze blowing through the trees, giving Reece a view of her legs from her ankles to halfway up her thighs.

"No," she answered, without thought.

"Even better," he announced from the large flat tree stump where he was sitting, in faded jeans and light blue denim shirt, looking much different than he had earlier in the day. "You look tired Ana. Come here." He stretched his legs out, crossed his ankles, and lifted his hand, holding it out to her.

"Why are you doing this Mister ... ah ... Reece?" Ana spoke quietly, as she took the few steps, to place her hand in his, aware she was giving him the handshake to seal their gentleman's agreement.

Reece pulled her toward him, taking her hips in his hands when she was near enough, and seating her astride his lap. "I do it because I can, or perhaps because I want to," Reece answered half laughing at Ana's nervous question. "Maybe it's because the thought of public discovery in flagrante delicto excites me." His voice turned serious when he told her, "Now, no more questions from you. I will ask the questions and you will answer. I believe we have a gentleman's agreement, do we not?" Ana nodded her head. "Ah good. Now, I asked you, are you on some form of birth control?" When Ana shook her head, Reece asked her, "Why not?"

"I'm not ... not sexually ... ah, involved with anyone. I don't have a boyfriend. My time and attention is on my school work."

Reece put his hand behind Ana's head and chuckled when she resisted him pulling her against his chest. He needed to keep her immobile, preventing her from escaping when he told her what he intended to do to her. "Commendable, I'm sure, but all work and no play makes Ana..."

She interrupted him, "Gives Ana no distractions, a better Grade Point Average, and a better job offer when I graduate."

"So, it's another risk, huh?"

She sat stiffly on his lap, not daring to move, but afraid not to answer. "Yes, if you want to look at it that way. I prefer to think of it as my future."

"Are you familiar with the term "bareback" as it pertains to sex?"

"Yes, it means without a condom and often without birth control."

"Exactly Ana, if the punishment is the same, then it is worth the risk to commit the offence which brings the greatest profit. It adds a little more risk, right?" With one arm around her back, still holding her against him so she was unable to move off his lap, he slipped his other hand between their bodies, under her skirt and placed his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. "I plan to fuck you bareback."

Ana's body stiffened, she took a deep breath, opened her mouth as if she would scream, and Reece put his mouth over hers, stopping any sound from escaping. After kissing her thoroughly, he instructed, "Don't do that. I'm immune, you aren't." He nodded at the people milling around in the park behind her. "If they discover us, your name will appear in the newspapers and mine will not. I have that power and influence. You do not." His voice changed as he taunted her, "What would a potential employer think if a newspaper article appeared in your employment application?" When he saw his threat had registered in her mind, he ordered, "Unbutton your blouse."

"Why?" she asked.

"Do as I say!" Reece raised his voice, as if he was unconcerned that close to a hundred people were in the city park behind them. However, those people were now of great concern to Ana.

With trembling fingers Ana looked over her shoulder once, and began to unbutton her shirt. At Reece's command she remove the blouse, she pleaded with a look into his eyes and one word, "Please." Reece relented and told her to hold the sides of the shirt open. She did as he said, as he watched, her head turned to see that everyone in the park seemed to be involved with what they were doing, rather than looking toward the trees. Reece's voice barely registered.

"Although it is word I seldom use, I believe the best one would be exquisite." With one hand still cupping her sex, his middle finger raised and slowly moving through the thin slit between her lips, Reece raised his other hand and placed it over one breast, holding her for a very long moment, enjoying how her breast filled his hand, while her head turned back to look at him. He lightly squeezed his fingers a few times and then covered the other breast. "Tell me Ana," he watched her face as his hand moved over her, first to one breast and then the other, his voice slightly rough. "Why do you choose to hide yourself inside frumpy clothes, long skirts, and unattractive colors?"

Ana did not immediately answer, but when Reece lifted his finger, jamming it into her, moving in and out and back and forth as he squeezed her breast, she gasped and panted as she explained, "I ... I don't need the ... ah attention or ... or ah, the distraction of a man." Whatever it was he was doing inside her was driving her crazy. She could barely form the words to say, "I want to do something ... something with ... with my life." She shivered and moved her hips back and forth, her breathing fast and uneven, she paused between her words, "It ... it won't be ... in this ... in this little town ... full of ... stiff necked ... gossips and ... and rigid morals."

She was tight, so very tight. With just one finger inside her, Reece felt the walls of her vagina pressing against his finger, as warmth and moisture enveloped his finger. He wished there was room inside her for another finger, and perhaps a third. His forefinger and ring finger rested on the seams of her legs, outside her pussy lips, allowing him to press his fingers together against the soft flesh captured between them. Ana was wet, unbelievably wet. Small trickles of her moisture dribbled down his finger across the back of his hand, into his palm, and down the sides of his hand, dropping onto his jeans. Reece could smell the slight musk of her arousal, something sweet, clean and sweet. It was not a fragrance. He doubted she used any type of perfume, cologne, or scented soap, so it had to be the pure essence of Ana, an intoxicating scent, like no other he had ever experienced.

He lowered his head, placing his flat tongue on her, covering a light brown nipple and the surrounding darker areola, feeling her quiver and exhale as the tiny bud hardened and the surrounding tissues puckered. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the protruding grape sized bud, and sucking it into his mouth, he raised his head stretching her breast until it popped out of his mouth, vibrating and shiny with his saliva coating her skin.

Ana tried to move, but Reece held her in place as she once again looked over her shoulder, alerted to the squeals and laughter of children, which reached as far as the trees. She knew the membership of the Women's Garden Club swelled with women of the community who were, or wanted to be, judges of the morals and reputations of the younger generation. She imagined she could hear her own mother's tinkling laughter because she was certainly in the small crowd behind Ana and was one of those quickest to condemn a young person for doing something not considered appropriate. Would her mother's attention be distracted from what she was doing? Would she look toward the trees to see her daughter, red skirt and white blouse blazing like a warning flag, sitting on the lap of a man easily recognized by anyone in town? Even if they could not see his face, they would know him by his size.

Reece moved his mouth to the other breast for a taste of her, felt her response and chills cover the soft skin where his hand rested on her waist. When he left the other nipple wet and shiny in the dappled sunshine seeping down through the leaves above them, he looked up to see Ana had her head back. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing through her mouth.

Reece continued to slowly stimulate her as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against her. "Ana, put your feet up beside my hips. Open yourself for me." Although she feared she might fall backward, she did as he told her, holding on to his shoulders as she lifted one foot and then the other, placing them on the tree stump beside his hips.

"Watch," he whispered. Her skirt, collected around her waist, gave her a clear view of how his hand was holding her. As his finger moved slowly into her, the inner lips clung to his finger, folding inward. He slowly pulled his finger out and the thin red inner lips elongated as his finger slowly moved out of her. "See how you will hold onto my cock when I fuck you?"

Squishing sounds accompanied the movement of his hand. Reece thought about curling his finger inside her and scraping across the roof of her vagina, looking for the small rough G spot, to make sure that the tiny petals of the inner flower had opened. However, he was enjoying her discomfort with what he was doing and did not want to rush her into an orgasm, he wanted her watching, and thinking about the risk they were taking. He had already told her, several times, to open her eyes, look at him, or watch as his finger moved in and out of her.

"Unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and pull my cock out. I want you to see how hard this juicy little pussy makes me." The command in his voice was obvious and fearing a repeat of him raising his voice or attracting the attention of the citizens in the park behind her back, Ana complied. His dark gray eyes watched her expression as her trembling hands pulled his cock out. "Stroke it Ana. Enjoy it, feel how big it is. I'm going to fuck you bareback with my cock and you won't do anything to keep me from having my way. You may even like it."

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