My Summer Job Ch. 05

It was my fourth day in the Yukon, actually the start of my fourth day, and my alarm was blaring.

"Fuck."

Tired, sore, and a little dazed, I almost fell out of bed into the coldness of the dark room.

My phone was across the room, so I couldn't just hit the snooze.   It was a good thing because otherwise I would not have gotten out of bed this day or any other day.   The lodge was far enough north that we really didn't have complete darkness, but it was still 5 fucking o'clock.

A few things quickly came into focus as I felt like pounding my phone into the floor.

I was naked; this was not uncommon since I almost always slept in the nude.   My head hurt like I had been drinking hard liquor; I almost never had hangovers when I stuck to wine.

I felt sticky and sweaty, which was uncommon. I also felt like I was leaking something, something that was dripping out of me and starting to run down my thighs as soon as I stood up ... "What the fuck ....".   I felt sore in places that I hadn't felt sore in a while.   In the dim light, I looked down and saw the hickies, the redness, and felt the lingering glow.

"Oh, yeah."

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Being the only server, my first couple of days zoomed by, and I wondered if I would even have time for sex.   The crazy work schedule began the day after my arrival, and I seemed to go from zero to sixty in about four feet.

Fortunately, despite all of the chaos and rushing, it didn't take long for a routine to form. Up at 5 am to serve breakfast, the guests this first week were all older men, and they had their breakfast between 6:30 and 7:30 and went out with the guides in four groups of 4 each. They returned for lunch between 11:30 and 12:30, were gone again until 5 or so, and ate supper from 5:30 to 6:30  and then drank themselves silly while they told lies from 6:30 to about 9. Cleanup until 10 pm, and then I would collapse like a dead person and start over the next morning.

It was intense waves of extreme chaos and then an hour or so of nothing, then nuts busy again.

The work wasn't hard, but it was a little exhausting since, despite Heather's offers, she was nowhere to be found when things were busy.

To my surprise and disappointment, none of the guests seemed to even notice me.   I know it had only been a few days, but the guests only came for a week at a time.   I guess I was disappointed because of the implied activities that Michael and Heather had suggested in my interview.   That, and it had been several weeks since I had last had sex, and I knew that I was becoming a little obsessed with needing to have more than just my vibrator.

The guests were polite, respectful, and since I had arrived, never even seemed to make eye contact with me during meals or even at night when they were drinking. I was surprised and started to wonder what was wrong with me, even my obvious attempts at flirting were met with polite smiles and hasty escapes; I wondered if maybe they were all gay, but I thought even if that were true, somebody would be bi or feel sorry for me; but nothing, nothing at all.  

By yesterday morning, I was increasing my efforts, and fortunately, I thought, whoever designed my uniform, designed it to attract attention.   My serving uniform consisted of a very short black dress, not that I was complaining, matching black high-cut panties, black Converse running shoes (although heels would have been sexier, for my feet, though, I didn't mind), and a black lace necklace.   The dress had a low-cut fit, and I couldn't help wondering what would be said if I decided not to wear any panties with it.  

Maybe on the last night before they left, if nothing happened.

It wasn't until yesterday morning when one of the guests, a lawyer in what I guessed to be his early 70s from Boston, pulled me aside at breakfast and asked, "Angie, when can we stop this?"

I was confused, "What do you do to me? Mr. Shatner, Stop what?"

"Call me Bill, Angie, you know what I mean."

I didn't know what he was talking about.   All the guests were eating, and I had a few minutes, so Bill pressed again, "That we have to take it easy on you because Mike and Heather didn't want us to come on too strong for the first few days and scare you.   They said that despite thinking you would go ok fooling around with us, because they couldn't find any other waitresses, they were afraid if we did to you what we did to the girls last year, you would quit."

"Why would they want you to take it easy on me?" I paused, "And what did you do to the girls last year?"  Bill had told me on his first day that he loved coming here to fish and to enjoy the people, especially the servers, for the past several years.  

I was a little shocked, especially remembering my hopes after the conversation with Michael and Heather before I left to come to the Yukon.   I thought they would encourage the guests to connect with me; in fact, I had really, really been looking forward to getting some attention, and now to find out that Michael and Heather had been instructing the guests to avoid me to keep from quitting, actually only made me want to quit.

Bill started to say something, but a guest called out to me, and he said, "After things settle down tonight, I'll see you and tell you more."

Two more guests called out, and soon I was riding another wave of customer demands, and I forgot about Bill for the time being.

The day zipped past just like the preceding ones had, and again, other than Bill, nobody seemed to notice I even was a woman.   A few hours after supper, when the lying and drinking were starting to wind down, the older ones had already gone to bed ... and even those younger had slowly disappeared, before much longer only Bill and another man whom I hadn't really noticed much before were left.

These two remaining men had moved outdoors since it was an uncommonly warm night, and I was supplying them with a steady supply of Jack Daniel's and/or Canadian beers.   The conversation had quieted down as they enjoyed the quiet, good booze, and what I later could only recall as anticipation.   It took several rounds, but eventually Bill was the one who asked, and I could tell they both wanted to and had wanted to, since they moved outside.

"Angie, what is it going to take for you to fuck us both tonight?"

Maybe I should have looked surprised or shocked.   Bill did not use any preamble, no lead-up, just a very open question. The other man looked up, just as if they had decided to choose something from the menu.     

"Yes, waitress, I'll have the 20-year-old slut named Angie, with a side order of fries," he said it almost conversationally, but his voice was a little higher than normal, and his eyes were laser-focused on me, just not on my eyes.   I could feel myself becoming flushed and my heart rate rising.

I think I surprised them both with my answer and the speed at which I replied, "Two things Bill," I said, "I was beginning to think none of you were even interested me, I thought you all might be into guys because none of you seemed to even notice anything about me," they both seemed to speak at once and although I didn't hear all they said.

I had to smile because it was obvious they had noticed me and more importantly as it turned out later, these two men were actually the ones who had been "voluntold" to find out by the rest what it would take to get into my panties, although then I didn't know that until later in the week.

Bill's friend was a good-looking man of about 70 with a brush cut, nice ass, even for an older man, and big shoulders who spoke up in a quiet but very masculine voice, asking,  "What two things?"

Maybe it was because of not getting laid by Ryan, maybe it was because of the frustration I had felt for the past few days, but whatever it was, I surprised myself even. I stood in front of them, with my hips angled suggestively and my finger on my lips, "One, before anyone can fuck me, someone has to eat me first, and two," I paused, taking a moment to look at them all in the eyes sounding much braver than I felt, "Someone just has to ask to have me."

Did it sound trashy and maybe more than a little slutty, fuck, I hoped so.

Brush cut guy, whose name was Robert, smiled, stood up, and walked to me.   He was about 6' and maybe 185 lbs. He must have been in the best shape of all the guests this week. He stood only inches from me, brazenly in my personal space, and looked at me.

I could smell his cologne, it was like motor oil, the scent of fire engines, and just a touch of Old Spice. I could feel my legs wobble a little. He smiled, "Could I?"

We stood looking at each other for several moments, my body very small next to his.

I slowly nodded, he smiled, and surprised me by picking me up like I weighed nothing, and gently walked to an empty table and carefully laid me on it.   Bill didn't move, Robert looked at me and kissed me hard on the lips, leaning over me and supporting his body with his arms on either side of me.

That he was as old as my grandfather didn't seem to matter and, in fact, only added to the feelings that I was having.   Then in a soft, gravelly Sam Elliot voice, he said ...

"First things first."

...

For all of his bravado, Bill had cum quicker than Ryan had ever and that was from just watching.  I think Robert had embarrassed him by not only going down on me better than I could have ever imagined, but also because he did not want to cum too quickly. Robert was taking his time, drawing me out, making me beg for him, and then making me scream when he gave it to me.  

Bill had stripped naked somehow and was jacking himself off even before Robert began going down on me.   Naked men always excited me, and with one just watching us, I realized it was even more taboo. I almost couldn't believe it when he came; the reality sank in when I heard him moan and felt his warm cum on my arm.  

I didn't have much time to consider Bill because Robert's hot breath was the only focus in my world at the moment. Much later, and I knew I was likely exaggerating, but at that moment, Robert seemed to have a tongue that Gene Simmons would have been proud of.

Robert had begun by kissing me, forcefully, but not without passion, nothing like the brutality of Ryan; his lips never left mine, and he used finesse and technique as much as anything. This told me everything I needed to know about this man.  

We kissed for an eternity, and had Bill not coughed a few times, I think Robert would have eventually made me cum just from the heat and passion his lips were generating.   Taking Bill's hint, Robert stopped kissing me and pushed me onto my back while at the same time using those strong hands to push the hem of my short dress up, exposing my increasingly damp panties.  

All the while, Robert never broke eye contact with me, where Bill wanted to get into my panties, Robert never gave the slightest nod to him, and it was like he and I were the only two people within a thousand miles.

I didn't remember him removing my panties, all I knew was that one moment I was mesmerized by his eyes as the rough skin of his hands moved up and down my thighs and then the next moment I felt his hot breath on those same places and his tongue moving everywhere at once, but not in a frenzied way, no he was fully in control and he was making me arch my back and scream into the late night arctic sky.

Through Rachel's stories, I had learned that few men really knew how to eat a woman; it was like Robert had written the book and practiced constantly.

This is what I had longed for, and it was so much better than anything I had read about that if nothing else happened to me sexually that night, this would be enough.

But Robert was just getting started, while his tongue teased and explored by pussy, his powerful fingers and amazing grazing touch explored everywhere else, my thighs, my stomach, my ass, that little space between my pussy and my ass; all of the nerves and neurons fired as if by magic, everyone pushing me up a crest of a wave I could not have ever imagined.   If this is what guys feel like when I give them blowjobs, then I was even more mad at Ryan.

His tongue, circled, teased, and used my little clit in a side-to-side motion that had me practically begging him to make me cum.

Robert's finger found my pussy and my rosebud all at the same time, and any earlier thoughts of Ryan vaporized from my mind.   I knew I was covered in sweat, and the heat Robert was generating was all-consuming. How long had Robert been doing this? I have no idea, but I know we began a little after ten, and it seemed to be endless.

I felt myself on the edge of orgasming several times. Each time I felt I couldn't hold on any more, I wanted to cum, I screamed that I wanted to have an orgasm.  Robert would shift or change something just enough to pull me back.   I felt like I was being tortured but with pleasure and as much as I begged Robert to let me cum, I knew when I did, it would only be when I couldn't possibly stand it for one second longer, he was likely more than 50 years older than me, but at the moment, there wasn't another man alive I wanted to be with.

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Bill told me later that he had never seen a woman orgasm harder than I had. He said that he was worried for Robert because I had my legs wrapped around him so tightly, and that I was twisting so hard when I finally let go that he couldn't believe  I hadn't hurt Robert.   He said it took me several minutes to start to even breathe normally.   As I did, Bill took that opportunity to place his cock so that it rested near my open mouth.

"A deal is a deal," I said, smiling as the electric waves of energy slowly began to ebb from between my legs, and I leaned up as Bill shifted towards me, and the tip of his cock brushed across my opening lips.

Bill wasn't very large, but I didn't care. After the orgasm I experienced from Robert, I was more than prepared to give a little bit.  

I took Bill's cock into my mouth, using everything I had learned from sucking Ryan, and it wasn't long before I could sense that Bill wasn't going to last very long either.   Fortunately, Robert, having provided his part of the bargain, wasn't finished himself.

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I sat on the edge of my bed, alone, a little tired, smiling at the memory of something that had only finished four or five hours ago.   My tired body and mind shifted back, remembering what Robert had done, thinking about how amazing he had been.

I knew I needed to get ready for work, my body automatically standing up and gathering what I needed for a shower and moving towards the small shower in my tiny apartment, my mind thinking about how I couldn't decide which was better, Robert's tongue or his cock.

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I wanted Bill to enjoy his blowjob and I stretched it out, using my hands and fingers to excite and caress more of him than what I was sure he received at home; however, I was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on Bill, with Robert rubbing his cock along my semi-swollen pussy and making me inhale as he rubbed it along my little pussy.  

As before, Robert took his time.

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The hot water made me jump as the steam started to billow in the cold Yukon morning, at least this early, hot water and pressure were not problems.   My hands were going through the morning routine, but my body was reliving the pleasure as I felt Robert stretching me again.   He may not have been young, but his experience more than made up for it.

With Bill in my mouth, Robert pushed gently, then he pushed with more effort, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Robert withdrew an inch or two, seemed to steady himself, and then made me scream as he pushed the remainder of the way in.

How large was he? Wider and longer than Ryan, was he Viagra enhanced? I didn't care, as I felt like he was trying to split me in half.   I could feel his heart beating fast, less from his chest and more from what he had deep inside me.   So different than Ryan, so much better than I had dared hope even a few hours ago.

I felt like a toy being used, and I did not care one bit. Robert picked up speed and thrust harder. I felt my hips being pushed into the tabletop. Now, he was pushing deep inside and almost completely withdrawing before taking my breath away as he thrust back in again.   While powerful, he wasn't like Ryan; Robert's actions were those of a compassionate man. I could feel him inside me, I felt his lips on mine, and I felt his hands everywhere.   I felt Bill coming and then he filled my mouth, just as Robert surprised me as he started to cum deep within me.

I never hesitated to swallow Bill, and I made no effort to stop Robert from cumming deep inside me, on my back. I felt him groan and shiver slightly, and then I felt his hot cum pulsing into me.   With his cock deep inside my mouth I let him continue for several more moments until he closed his eyes and withdrew slowly, letting his cum quietly and relentlessly begin to either leak or settle inside me.

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I had missed it before, but when I came back after my shower, I noticed two hundred-dollar bills sitting stuck under my coffee cup with a note from Robert.

"You fell asleep outside after we had a little fun. I carried you into your bed and tucked you in, looking forward to some more fun soon." Signed "R.   PS, Bill says he will last longer next time."

It was never about the money, but I didn't give it back either, "Paid for sex, I guess I really am a whore," I said quietly to the empty room, my blood rising, my heart pumping, and my desire for more almost overwhelming.  

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During breakfast, I smiled at Bill and Robert; they responded with their own smiles, and as I walked past Robert, I felt his calloused hand subtly brush against my thigh.   His touch brought back memories of last night.

The room felt like there was electricity and a tension in the air.   I had no doubt they had both shared their stories, Bill especially, and no doubt, we had been heard by at least some of the camp, the quiet Yukon nights allowed for sound to carry, and there had been plenty of sounds to carry last night.  

I felt the eyes, sensed and enjoyed the unheard comments, the stolen glances, and through everything, my anticipation grew about what might happen next.

As they left for the day, several groups of men asked me if I would be serving up tonight, a not very veiled request, to which I replied that I would be available to whomever would meet my conditions, sure that Robert and Bill would have shared what they were with them.

From Heather and Michael or any of the other staff, nothing was said.   I had expected something, especially since I had been the only one working last night and I didn't remember closing up.   The last thing I remember was being scooped up by Robert, and I was surprised when I arrived to prep for breakfast that everything had been locked up.   It wasn't until later in the day, when Heather smiled at me, that someone said something.

"I heard you helped take care of two of our favorite guests last night, good work, Angela," I thought she was going to giggle. Still, she kept a straight face and then added, "When I heard you, I figured that you might need some help closing up, so I went down and locked up for you," and that was the only thing she said.

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The day began as another sunny day, and the temperature promised to be warmer than the others.   With the guests partnered up with their guides and out on the lakes, the lodge was much quieter.   After cleaning up from breakfast, I actually had a little time to myself.

As I walked up the path after leaving the food area, up to the cabin where the four servers would normally have stayed, I felt the sun on me, the air was warm, and the breeze swirled around me. I was alone, and I could feel my pulse quicken.   I felt those familiar urges that until last night hadn't been satisfied and now were closer to the surface than ever.   I had gotten a taste, and now I knew I needed more.   I stopped on the sunlit path and glanced around.

I knew what I was going to do; it was just a question of where.

I had left the cook in the kitchen and had seen Heather and Michael working in their offices; the urges grew stronger.   "The when" became immediate.

"What would be the harm?" I asked myself. "Even if I got caught," I smiled.

The path to the cabin was quiet; a few birds sang, but none of them or anything else tried to talk me out of it, and without any resistance, I started.  

First was my day uniform, similar to the night one; my uniform was a short, very short, really short dress, although the day one was white.   I undid the top button, and faster than I thought possible, it was up over my head, and then it was on the ground.   I knew I was a little sweaty, so the feel of the breeze felt nice, as did the sun on my increasingly exposed body.

I hadn't worn a bra, and the feel of the fresh air hardened my nipples, and I was unable to resist touching them.   My eyes closed as if on a switch, and my fingers knew exactly what to do.

A handful of times in my life, I had managed to orgasm simply by touching my boobs, standing on the deserted path, with the sun shining bright, and a light breeze my only company as it toyed and danced in and through my hair; I knew that I could make that happen again.   My fingers began by lightly brushing every square inch of my chest, barely touching but just enough to make my knees a little weak. I did it over and over again.   Each time my fingers made a little more contact, my breathing became deeper.

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This was like that night at the university, standing in the window of my college dorm, naked and masturbating ... only this time the sun was shining and I was exposed along a path where any number of people might see me and my imagination switched gears ... the tremors were starting and there was no way I could or would want to stop them.

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I could feel the wetness in my panties long before my fingers slipped under the elastic, my scent mixed with the sounds of birds and the ever-present aroma of wood smoke. I imagined being discovered, caught exploring and playing with myself.   First, by Michael, who was staying quiet and watching me for several moments before I noticed him.   My surprise was replaced by his putting a finger to his lips and gesturing for me to continue.  

I trembled as I continued, pinching and softly pulling on my nipples with one hand and my other hand disappearing into my panties.   I bit softly on my bottom lip as I looked straight into Michael's eyes.   My knees shook slightly as I felt control starting to slide.

Almost ready to scream but not wanting to orgasm just yet, I moaned aloud as I forced Michael from my mind. I loved the feeling of being so close to an orgasm I could taste it, and I wanted to stay on that ragged edge for as long as I could.

My mind switched gears, and I thought of Heather discovering me; her reaction would be different. She didn't wait; she walked right up to me, seemingly angry at me for wantonly exposing myself and just begging to be found.   I waited for her to scream and bring the crew running to humiliate me in front of them. I moaned a little, and she spanked my ass hard. I moaned again.

"Slut!" was the word that echoed in my imagination, several more slaps, as if she wanted me to feel pain; but, all with the opposite effect, finally sensing what she was doing to me, I could feel her fingers inside me and her lips on mine.   My ass was red, my pussy dripping as she finger fucked me, in seemingly one motion she pushed me to my knees, and then somehow she was naked and right in front of me was her little box.   I didn't waste any time and used my tongue to do to her what Robert had done to me.  

I could feel the smoothness of her skin; she was also completely shaved, maybe lasered, because there was only smoothness, not even the slightest bit of stubble.   She pushed the back of my head with her hand and was soon grinding herself against my face.  

I could feel waves, hers maybe, mine definitely, and I knew I was about to slip into the abyss, so I again forced myself back from the brink, clearing my mind as my fingers danced everywhere, still sliding but leaving me just hovering on the very edge.

A breeze lifted and caressed my hair; I knew I couldn't hold it back much longer. I thought about the guests, how they all knew what I did with Robert and Bill, how Robert had eaten my pussy on one of the picnic tables while Bill watched.   I imagined not just two of them watching, but four, eight, or twelve older men, the entire camp, me naked and having my pussy eaten by one of the two older men from my wet daydream that day at school.

Then they were all naked, then I was surrounded by cocks and naked men, all of them watching me writhe as my pussy was eaten, I knew what was going to happen, I fought it until I couldn't hold it back anymore and the wave roared through my body, and I am sure the even wherever the guests were fishing today, at least some of them would have heard me scream as the orgasm flooded me.

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I was sitting down as my breathing became normal again, legs wide, covered in sweat, and from the waist down, the results of the orgasm.   The same birds sang, the camp was quiet, nobody came running; far from satisfied, my hunger was only more intense, and I knew what I wanted.

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That was hours ago now. Showered, shaved (again), made up, I knew what I wanted to happen.   For a second, I wondered if it was too soon, if would I get in trouble, or if it would be too much.

I still felt the vibration, the glow of what I did. I knew there was no way I had not been heard, but this time there was no note lying for me to read.   It was dinner time, and I moved in and around the tables. I could feel hungry eyes, knew what was behind the smiles, and could tangibly feel their anticipation that something I wanted even more than them was going to happen.  

I was the only woman in a room full of twenty or so men, all of whom had been told by now that I had willingly fucked Robert last night while Bill watched.   Twenty men who had likely heard by now about me this afternoon, masturbating and orgasming along a public pathway just a few dozen yards from where I stood at the moment.   My knees felt wobbly, and I knew I was sweating.   As if to underscore how I was feeling, a bead of sweat rolled between my breasts while at the same time, my nipples were so hard they hurt.

I moved, slowly and deliberately, taking orders, weaving amongst them as they talked and mingled as supper was prepared. I enjoyed the looks and smiled at the half-heard comments.   I closed my eyes for a moment, when some of the braver ones stole a touch here and soft caress there.

For some of the men, it seemed like they were competing to find a reason to touch me, some seemingly accidentally, others blatantly, seeing who could get the biggest reaction from me and from their diner companions to see who could be the boldest and push me the farthest.

Several times to encourage them, I let out small whimpers and an occasional moan, maybe I was a little theatrical, but the turn on was very real.

The change, in just a few days, was so sudden and abrupt from only days ago that several times during my shift, I wondered if this were just another one of my X-rated dreams.   Each time, I realized I didn't care, at the last moment, I had decided to wear panties tonight, now they were almost dipping, I thought if this were a dream, it was by far the most realistic one in my life.   When one of the guests with a particularly thick finger rubbed my clit through my wet panties while my eyes half closed, I decided this was real, particularly as little tremors rattled through my body.

Like last night, the room began to fill. I was flushed and shaking, barely able to focus.   Somehow, I managed to take and fill orders. Some of the older men drifted out, and eventually more than half of the guests were gone; however, even most of those who left managed to get at least a little feel or slapped my ass.

With each passing moment after that first hour, the guests were growing ever more emboldened. Several times, men invited me to come closer, twice I sat in two guests' laps, their hard cocks pushing against my wet panties, in both cases, I left the front of their pants wet.   All the while, somehow, I managed to take their orders and bring them their meals and/or drinks.

Two men engaged me in conversation at one table, and without missing a beat, one of the men asked for my panties.  Overhearing this, suddenly six men stood around me and the two original seated men.

I stood close enough that the one who asked about my panties was able to run his hand on my lower thigh.   I hoped they wouldn't notice I was shaking, and I smiled to myself that in a moment, he might be able to take them off himself.

Instead, though, I didn't miss a beat, "Do you know my rule?" I asked.

I knew this man was a retired lawyer, but suddenly his bravado abandoned him, and his new table buddies spoke in unison, "You have to eat her pussy first, Jon, it's her rule." He blushed for a split moment but nodded.   He looked like he had been caught like a naughty boy, but that passed quickly, replaced by a look of a man who knew exactly what he had asked and what the consequences were.

To me, there is nothing quite so exciting as having a stranger pick me up, lay me down, and pull my panties off.   As the man named Jon accepted the challenge, I almost melted against him. That there were still about eight or nine other cheering older men watching only added to the thrill.   Jon was no Robert, but he wasn't Ryan.

I never found out what happened to the dishes on the table, or how the rest of the diners got their meals that night, because as soon as Jon went down on me, the next few hours were simply a blur of men, some naked men, some clothed.   Did everyone participate? I have no idea.   Where what I did with Bill and Rob had happened late at night after almost everyone had disappeared into bed, tonight nearly half of the men were still present.  

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The sun was shining in the room, but it felt later than 5 am, and I bolted upright. The sheets falling from my breasts and almost instantly erect nipples.

"It's okay, Michael has the morning breakfast covered," a voice said. The voice was female, with a fun tone, and it was coming from beside me.

"Heather?"

"Yep, Angie, you were really something else last night."

I was confused. Why was Heather in my bed? I looked around quickly. I was in a king-size bed, and the room was much nicer than mine. Where was I?

Why was I in Heather's bed?

Heather must have noticed my quick burst of panic.

"Relax, you spent the night with Michael and me," if that was meant to reassure me, somehow it didn't.

"How much do you remember?"

"The last thing I really remember really clearly was Jon, the lawyer, pulling off my panties and him pushing me back on the table."

"I don't know about that, Michael and I weren't there until later, lie back and I'll tell you what I saw," she smiled and slowly ran her hand over my tummy, making small circles with her index finger.

"Angie, we didn't get there until after the fun had been going on for a little while; we had tried to ignore the noise you were making; however, we are human." She smiled wider and added, "Finally, we decided that we had to see, and then we came running."

I must have looked scared because she said, "Angie, don't worry, we knew what was likely going on, we had heard you earlier in the day, and it sounded like you were having fun, and we wanted to watch then, but we held back, we figured we would get another chance before long."

Heather smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. It was then that I noticed she was completely nude, and she was looking at my exposed body, like a tiger looks at its next lunch.

Shifting slightly, she let her finger circle the tips of my nipples and then said, "Let me tell you what you did ..."