Chapter 2

Tim all but carried Janet into the house, and they sat on the couch talking and watching TV. Brad and I went outside and lay on the trampoline. The night was quite except for the songs of a couple of night birds. It was so dark that it was difficult to see my hand in front of my face. I heard a rustle of something, and then saw a blinding flash of light while Brad lit 2 cigarettes. He handed me one without saying a word and we lay there in silence. I finished my cigarette and put it out on the metal edge of the trampoline, then tossed it in the trashcan. Brad followed my lead a few minutes later. When he lay back down, I put my head on his chest and started to run my hands over his torso. After a few minutes, I got tired of feeling cotton, and started to unbutton his shirt. I got it most of the way unbuttoned but then had to stop and untuck his shirt before I could finish the job. Once I got his shirt opened, I lay my head back on his chest and began to run my fingers through his chest hair. I was content for the moment and knew that we would need to wait until 3:30 or 3:45 before we did anything. The last of the crowd from the bar would be passing the house around then, and anyone who was driving up to the T intersection would be sure to see us when the headlights hit the trampoline.

Brad was not content to wait. He began trying to find out how my blouse came off almost immediately. I was not interested in stalling him much, but explained that I was wearing a body suit and would have to take off my boots and jeans before he would be able to uncover what he wanted to play with. I thought he was going to have a stroke he was so frustrated. Then he smiled. I knew I was in trouble when he sat up. I should have gone into the house and changed clothes then. Of course, I didn't, but in the back of my mind I did remember my promise to Jim, so I was determined not to get caught.

Brad slipped off of the trampoline and pulled me to the edge so that most of my legs were hanging off. He first pulled off one boot, then the other. His strong hands slid inside the legs of my jeans and began to massage my calves. His fingers were just able to reach my knees and were beginning to tickle me when he stopped. "I'm gonna get something to drink; do you want anything beautiful?"

I thought his immediate change a little strange, but my head was buzzing with the combination of alcohol and hormones that didn't allow anything to seem strange or wrong. "Yeah, bring out a big glass of ice water and some Advil. I don't think I should have anymore alcohol tonight, do you?"

"Nope, you shouldn't have anymore tonight. I wouldn't have brought you any if you'd asked for it, so I'm glad you didn't. Back in a few. Have a smoke and enjoy the stars."

He had just left when the first of the parade of cars made its stop at the T intersection. It turned right, and its lights momentarily washed me in stark white light. The way the shadows and the light interplayed was fascinating. I sat up and lit a cigarette before the next car had a chance to arrive. I quickly lay back down and waited for the next car so I could study the shades of light that interplayed on my body. I did not have to wait long. Four cars in a row turned right at that intersection and just as I was getting bored with watching the light, Brad reappeared. He helped me to scoot back to the edge of the trampoline and handed me my water. He sat something on the edge and then took my water back after I indicated that I was through. His hands began to trace the seams of my jeans on the outside of my legs. When he reached my waist, he followed the waistband to the button then followed the stitching down to the seam at my crotch. "My, my, was the dancing that exhausting, or are you so damp for some other reason?"

"You know damn good and well that has nothing to do with exhaustion. I'm just glad that I wore black and not my light blue jeans. Those change color when they get wet, and I've no idea how I'd explain that particular wetness to anyone other than you."

He continued to run his hands over my legs, abdomen, and occasionally patted my crotch. When he had me squirming so badly that the frustration of not receiving the right stimulation was almost painful, he began to unbutton my pants.

I knew that I was safe for a while. Even though the people here would find it scandalous, there was nothing illegal or even particularly immoral about wearing that bodysuit outdoors. Granted, the bottom was a thong, so I wouldn't normally wear it by itself here, but, since it was night, and there was little likelihood of someone seeing that much of me from the road, I thought the chance was worth it.

Brad slid my jeans down as far as he could then tapped my hips. I lifted my butt off the trampoline, and he slowly pulled down my jeans to expose my crotch. When the jeans passed my ass, I set it back down again, and brought my legs together slightly so that he would be able to remove the jeans easily. He slowly pulled them down to my knees, then went to my feet and grabbed the end of the legs. I straightened my legs, and he pulled the jeans off in one smooth motion. He folded them, and laid them on the table near the trampoline. Then, I felt his strong hands on my feet again. He massaged them and began to stroke my calves again, first on the outside then on the inside. With each stroke, he would begin at the ankle and stroke up towards my body getting closer to his ultimate destination with each pass. His hands left goose bumps in their wake and stirred the fires of my desire yet again. By the time that his hands passed my knees, I was already writhing in anticipation. When his fingers just grazed my barely covered mound, he stopped and began to kiss my inner legs. He started at the ankle and worked his way up again. When he reached the knee, he changed and went to the other leg. When he switched back to the first leg at the knee, I was barely able to stay still. I needed an orgasm, and I needed one badly. I began to pant, and beg, in almost a nonsense way.

"Oh... Please... don't tease... I really need to cum. Please. Be nice... don't tease me anymore... Please."

Finally, his mouth made its way to my labia and fastened itself over the entire thing. I would have preferred a bit more in the way of direct stimulation, but at that point, anything was enough to send me over the edge. I bit my hand to be sure that I was not screaming. I slammed my groin against him and began to twitch. The orgasm was intense, but oddly did nothing to relieve my keyed up state. I had been waiting all night, and thankfully, this was just the beginning for tonight.

When I finally started to come down from the peak, I felt Brad's hand at my pussy and was greeted with the feeling of tongue parting my nether lips when his hand undid the snaps at the bottom of my bodysuit. I immediately re-ascended to the peak. It was the first time that I had had two orgasms back to back, and this peak seemed higher. I began to see bright spots before my eyes as I panted and twitched. My hands were pulling savagely at my nipples through the bra and the top of the bodysuit that I still wore. The orgasm seemed to go on forever; it raced from my groin up through my torso. It rushed through my nipples making them harder and more sensitive. It finally reached my head and seemed to swirl around the top of it only to descend back into my body. In its wake it left tingles and twitches. When it reached my groin again it seemed to intensify. My legs began to tingle, and then straightened, and convulsively closed around Brad's head in an effort to make sure the stimulation didn't stop. My feet and toes pointed and flexed reflexively as my orgasm began to subside. Probably due to a lack of air, Brad began to pull away and pry my legs from the side of his head. I finally regained conscious control of my legs and opened them so that he could breathe. The explosive intake of breath was almost comical, but I was too drained to laugh.

"Oh my god! That was amazing," I said, still absently stimulating my nipples.

The look on Brad's face was priceless when he saw me still pinching and pulling my nipples. His face said louder than any words that he was enjoying the view. He crossed both arms over my hips and laid his chin on them to watch me. Between the aftershocks, tingles, and his skin touching mine, I was lost to the outside world. While I recovered, he began to climb on the trampoline and move me more towards the center of it.

Once I was settled, he went back to the edge of the tramp and picked up the things he had laid on the edge and the large glass of water. He came back, sat down and handed me the water. It was wonderfully cool and just what I needed to relieve the parched feeling the heavy breathing had left in the back of my throat. When I was finished, he again crawled to the edge and set the water on the table. When he returned, he sat behind me with his legs surrounding me. He reached out and pulled the fabric that he had brought out to us. Once it was close enough, I could see that he had brought a blanket. While thoughtful (it would keep me from getting my skin torn up) it was not what I was hoping for. We needed something that would allow more discrete play than this body suit would.

I really didn't want to have to put my boots back on and go into the house, but it appeared that would be inevitable now. I moved towards the edge of the trampoline, and Brad began to open the blanket. The first thing he did was remove something from the blanket. When he scooted it towards me he said, "Don't touch that yet, I want to watch."

It took me a minute to realize that he had shoved clothes towards me, but I still had no idea what he had brought out. It could have been anything from my string bikini to my ankle length nightgown. When I reached for the clothes to see what they were he said, "Uh uh, hold your horses little lady, let me get this smoothed out."

In a matter of seconds, he had the blanket smoothed and was occupying the center of it. He sat with his back to the road, and his legs crossed in front of himself, almost like a child waiting to hear story time at the local library. The sight struck me as funny, and I had to giggle for a minute, but got it under control quickly. I pulled the bundle of clothes to me and looked at them to see if I would have to go back to the house or not. I was pleasantly surprised. He had not chosen anything that would have to be dry-cleaned, nor had he chosen anything that would be difficult to work around. What he brought was a knee length full skirt and a button up black shirt. While the outfit did not match in any fashionable sense, it did meet all of the criteria that I cared about right then.

I lay down and pulled the skirt on, and then unbuttoned the blouse. I pulled down the top of the bodysuit and put on the blouse. It was time to get rid of the wad of cloth around my waist, so I pulled the bodysuit down over my hips and legs and off my feet. In a burst of sheer mischievousness, I flicked the bodysuit at Brad with my foot. He caught it and pulled it close to his face for a feel and smell. "God, I love the way you smell. I just can't get enough. The only thing better is the feel of your skin."