Paradise by the Dashboard Lights
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				Title: <strong>Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>16-09-2018, 16:59:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Baby, don't you hear my heart<br>You got it drowning out the radio<br>I've been waiting so long for you to come along and have some fun<br>Well I gotta let you know<br>No you're never gonna regret it<br>So open up your eyes I got a big surprise<br>It'll feel all right<br>Well, I want to make your motor run<br><br>And now our bodies are oh so close and tight<br>It never felt so good, it never felt so right<br>And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife<br>Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife<br>C'mon hold on tight<br>Oh c'mon hold on tight<br><br>Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night<br>I can see paradise by the dashboard light</em><br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b3/47/cf/b347cf9fe9524b6af1400006d6464913.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: martina;" class="bbc_font"><br>Spring break, two ladies in midlife crisis, and two college guys looking for a little adventure ... it's a recipe for fun and disaster.</span></span><br><br><br>Gypsy - Monica Deluca<br>Trilby -<br>TyCaine -<br>Napanee - </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>16-09-2018, 18:34:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Martina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Monica Deluca</strong></span></span> is 42 years old, and though she attempts to wear it as a badge of honor, having survived everything life has thrown at her and a lot of good times in the mix, in the quiet times, the numbers are a millstone around her neck that gets heavier every year.<br><br>Her husband, Alan Deluca, is 48, and he is senior partner in an architectural firm headquartered in Baltimore.&nbsp; It is a successful company, and her husband has devoted much of his life making it so, a point of honor after he broke away from his family and family business due to ideological differences.&nbsp; When he married, he did not want his wife to work, though things were tight enough that she had to for the first few years.&nbsp; Her field was interior design, and she loved it -- but she was in love with her husband, and when he told her it was time to quit and focus on their home and help him grow his new business, she did as he asked.<br><br>Over the twenty years of their marriage, she's designed the interior of their three homes, each one larger and in a better neighborhood than the last.&nbsp; Her life was country clubs and committees, fund raisers and charities.&nbsp; &nbsp;If Alan had wanted children, she would have added PTA and chaperoning, chauffeuring the next generation, but he had adamant about not wanting kids.&nbsp; At first, Monica had thought that she'd be able to change his mind, but he'd been adamant.&nbsp; Eventually, she'd given up, like she'd given up her interest in her own career, because she loved him, and because she wanted to be a good wife.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd always wanted to be a good wife, even if some of it had eventually become wanting to be a good wife in the eyes of the neighbors, to Alan's colleagues, and less because she was still in love with her husband, but she accepted it as part of the way things went.&nbsp; Passions cooled over the years.&nbsp; He had affairs, sure, and after a while, so did she, and they filled the empty hours and the physical need, but they were a team, and the lovers never lasted.<br><br>Until they did.&nbsp; Now Alan's current lover, a twenty-something waitress, is pregnant with his child, and he's decided that he'd rather trade wife and life in on a newer model.&nbsp; Monica is furious, and bitter, and fighting tooth and nail to make sure that if he gets what he wants, again, he'll pay for it where it hurts the most.<br><br>And even if she's taking more than her fair share, and providing a nice little post-Christmas bonus for her lawyer, Alan doesn't seem to care.<br><br>When she wins a week's vacation in Florida, during the popular week of spring break, she invites one of her friends from the country club who's having difficulties after her husband's death a couple of years ago.&nbsp; They need to let their hair down, and make a break with the past.&nbsp; They need ... some serious fun, before they forget what it is.<br><br>But breaking out of the mold is not all that easy for someone who'd chosen the path of least resistance, over and over again.&nbsp; Things weren't supposed to turn out like this.&nbsp; She'd done everything she was supposed to do, except maybe for the affairs, but even then, she was just following someone else's example.<br><br>Sexually, she's adventurous, substituting experimentation for the emotional fulfillment of when things were good.&nbsp; Challenges and dares are a more effective way to get her to do something than force ever could be, and the country-club atmosphere still lingers in her speech, as she refers to body parts and sex acts in as formal terminology as possible, and crudity of speech is a turn off.<br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/GR-Monica_Deluca.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/GR-Monica_Deluca_2.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/GR-Monica_Deluca_3.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>16-09-2018, 20:00:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Brett Callaghan</span> is recently 21 years old, comes from the insanely rich and widely known Callaghan family and is somewhat entitled with it. College is paid for and, quite frankly, with his uncle on the board of the College he's virtually guaranteed to get his degree, and he knows it. He already has a place in his father's business empire waiting for him for when he finishes school, a business empire that will someday be his, but though he knows his future is secure and more than likely bright, he can't help feeling like he's being railroaded down the path his father has chosen for him...<br><br>With such a future waiting for him where he will be beholden to the family business, he tends to be adventurous, perhaps even foolhardy, and certainly promiscuous as all the girls love a rich boy, and a jock to boot, though most are mainly trying to get him to pick them as his future wife, a fact that isn't lost on him and not something he even wants to think about...&nbsp; Not when all he wants is to have fun, and live life while he can before being put firmly under his father's thumb...&nbsp; Not that he turns the girls down, oh no, but having worked his way through a number of them at college he's finding he wants something different, perhaps someone more experienced.<br><br>Either way this spring break feels like one of the last chances he'll get to be himself, even if that might not be absolutely true, and he finds himself driving around in the classic muscle car (https://imgur.com/nqBEHkm.jpg) his father bought for him, stopping by all the parties that are ongoing through the spring break week, with his somewhat geeky protege in tow, looking for something...someone....different to have fun with... At a hair over six feet with an athletic build and intense blue eyes, he knows he can have anyone he wants, the problem is he doesn't just want anyone...and spring break won't last forever....<br><div align="center">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)(https://imgur.com/H3ZeNY1.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>16-09-2018, 22:47:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53b51f19e4b04ba659c23fcc/559cf433e4b05873ced4fb01/5965da1bd482e93a5abf2559/1507715964473/VALDARNINI+EDUARDO+2.jpg?format=750w)</div><strong>Gabriel Leland</strong> was something of a late starter with life and girls but he's been catching up quickly recently. His skin was a positive disaster up until his seventeenth birthday but then it cleared up seemingly overnight and he went from the kind of guy who girls muttered at behind his back to the kind of guy that girls muttered to each other about as he walked towards them. Now twenty and excelling at an Electrical Engineering Bachelors he's finding that 'all work and no play' makes Gabriel a dull boy. Thankfully a somewhat unlikely - but rewardingly strong - friendship with Brett Callaghan is helping massively with the 'play' side of that equation. Some of his wilder thoughts, when mentioned to Brett, turn into superb ideas for a bit of fun and neither of them have yet fallen foul of anything even remotely official.<br><br>And as for those muttering girls? Well Gabriel finds a lot of them quite boring. For sure he enjoys sex as much as the next long-sex-starved geek does but its all the talking that goes before and after the sex that he finds boring. Snapface this and Instachat that and 'does my ass look big in this' etc. etc. Who the fuck cares, right? He doesn't need to talk about Dostoyevsky or Nietzsche - good job too because they were artsy types and he has little time for that crowd - but a real conversation about real things or with people who knew who they were and what they were about... Yeah, he could go for that big time. <br><br>Career wise he's on the right track. Northrop Grumman and Google have been sending him fruit baskets for a while now. He still needs to deliver at the end of the year but he's not terribly worried about that. His parents are supportive without being cloying and are just about able to send him a decent allowance without, themselves, having to live under a bridge. <br><br>Brett's suggestion that the head to spring break in Florida hit him just at the right time. He'd finished a paper that was due in the week after and so there was nothing particularly holding him back. Spring break was another of those things that he'd heard about growing up and yet not experienced thus far. So yeah, he's going for it. He called 'Shotgun!' only to have it explained to him that since there were only the two of them he was going to get the front passenger's seat anyway or else it'd look like they were Ubering down to Florida.<br><br>"Well shotgun for when we get some girls in the back then...." he added a little late and a little lamely.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>18-09-2018, 02:58:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren03.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren02.jpg)</div><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Lauren Kennedy Embry</span></strong> had the perfect life.&nbsp; She really did.&nbsp; She was from an old Boston family, the only child of adoring professional parents.&nbsp; She married Richard Embry right after she graduated from Columbia, and she taught at a small private school while Richard finished at Harvard Law.&nbsp; When Richard had his degree and a secure position at a major Baltimore law firm, they bought a wonderful house in the suburbs, and Lauren settled down into a life that she had always dreamed of.&nbsp; They had two children -- Todd and Amy -- and when they got home from school in the afternoon, Lauren was always there to hear about their day.<br>&nbsp;<br>Life went on.&nbsp; Summers and&nbsp; Christmases came and went.&nbsp; Richard made partner in record time.&nbsp; Lauren put her Fine Arts minor to good use designing jewelry for an elite goldsmith in the city.&nbsp; Outgoing, easygoing, and undemanding, Lauren was friends with most everyone in her community, but she was especially fond of her neighbor, Monica DeLuca. Lauren was fascinated by Monica; she was younger than Lauren by a few years, but she seemed so much more sophisticated and sure of herself.&nbsp; She was everything Lauren wasn't: witty, sharp, regal, adventurous.&nbsp; When rumors popped up now and again about Monica and Alan having affairs, Lauren was shocked, even horrified.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Please, don't ever do that to me,” she begged Richard.&nbsp; “I can't even imagine.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Richard gave her his word.<br>&nbsp;<br>And once both the children had graduated high school and gone off to college, one after the other, Richard Embry took his gun from the safe at four in the morning, sat down under a tree on the front lawn, and blew his brains out.&nbsp; He left only the briefest of suicide notes:<br>&nbsp;<br><em>Lauren is a wonderful woman.&nbsp; She's been a perfect wife and mother.&nbsp; It's not her fault.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>Most of the next year passed for Lauren in a haze of Xanax, therapy, and wine.&nbsp; When she finally let herself feel, what she felt first was an all-consuming rage, and she purged the house of everything that had been Richard's.&nbsp; If she were reckless enough, or bitter enough, to burn the house to the ground, she might have exorcised her fury at her husband with fire.&nbsp; Instead, with Monica's help, she renovated and redecorated, top to bottom. Not a stick of furniture, not a plate, not a coffee mug remained, except for the children's rooms.<br>&nbsp;<br>It helped.&nbsp; It didn't erase the anger, but it kept her head above water.&nbsp; It let her walk in and out of her home without seeing reminders of Richard in every direction.&nbsp; It let her attempt a life without Xanax and therapy.<br>&nbsp;<br>The wine she isn't ready to give up yet.<br>&nbsp;<br>When Monica called to invite her along on a trip to Key West, Lauren was thrilled to say yes.&nbsp; Both Todd and Amy were staying at school over Spring Break.&nbsp; The three of them had stayed in Boston with Lauren's parents for several weeks after Richard's funeral, but this would be Lauren's first real vacation since, as she usually put it, “Before.”<br>&nbsp; <br>It seemed as good as place as any to start putting a whole new life together for herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>18-09-2018, 16:43:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br><br><em>“Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at Key West International airport. Please make sure one last time your seat belt is securely fastened. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you.”</em><br><br>Lauren handed her plastic cup to the flight attendant with a brilliant smile.&nbsp; Even with a one-hour layover in Atlanta, the flight from Baltimore to Key West was only four and a half hours; they would touch down around 2:30.&nbsp; Monica provided the vacation week, so Lauren provided the flight.&nbsp; It was only fair.&nbsp; It was actually Alan who had paid for the condo: Spring Break in Key West, the prize in a silent auction to benefit the Symphony Guild.&nbsp; But that was before the separation.&nbsp; Monica had picked up the notification of the winning bid and the reservation paperwork herself, and as far as Lauren knew, she never even mentioned it to Alan.&nbsp; If he even remembered the silent auction, he probably thought he’d been outbid.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>She hoped not.&nbsp; She really wanted that son of a bitch to know that Monica had taken it away from him.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>The plane made a wide, sweeping turn, and began the descent.&nbsp; When they landed, they could bypass the luggage carousel and go straight to the car rental.&nbsp; Lauren had only brought her carryon, and an oversized shoulder bag.&nbsp; A couple of changes of clothes, and a few swimsuits.&nbsp; If they needed something else, they could get better beachwear in Key West than they could in Baltimore.&nbsp; And anyway, she had already raided Amy’s closet for a few things to wear.&nbsp; Since…&nbsp; that had happened…&nbsp; the thing with Richard… she had lost weight.&nbsp; Maybe too much.&nbsp; But she was wearing a twenty-year-old’s tight, faded skinny jeans and a pale pink gauzy top, and knowing it made her feel…&nbsp; almost good.&nbsp; Just as long as she didn’t look silly.&nbsp; A woman her age….&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>All around them, the men in Business Class began closing up their laptops.&nbsp; She and Monica were the only women in that section.&nbsp; When they boarded, they saw mostly a collection of haircuts as the man looked down at their tiny screens, typing away at spreadsheets and presentations.&nbsp; Everyone sitting around them wore sharp black suits and crisp white shirts, and the ones who bothered to look up just nodded to the two women, and went back to their laptops.&nbsp; A few times, though, she caught one or another of the men stealing sidelong looks at Monica.&nbsp; And no wonder.&nbsp; Monica was gorgeous, and exotic, and incredibly talented.&nbsp; Alan was a first-class jackass, and one day he would know that.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>Because there just had to be some kind of moral justice in the world.&nbsp; People had to pay for the things they did that hurt other people.&nbsp; If you broke faith with someone, there had to be some kind of divine retribution.&nbsp; Otherwise, where was the balance?&nbsp; Where was your equilibrium?&nbsp; What goes around, comes around.&nbsp; What you do to someone else comes back to you threefold.&nbsp; Lauren just hoped that she and Monica were there to see it when Alan got his payback, because it was sure to be earth-shattering.<br>&nbsp; <br>The plane touched down with a series of soft bumps, and Lauren’s hands gripped the armrest tight, and she held her breath.&nbsp; She wasn’t afraid of flying.&nbsp; Landing, though….&nbsp; That was always a little nerve-wracking.&nbsp; She’d never quite gotten used to that part of it.<br>&nbsp;<br>But the pilot brought the plane in without incident, just like always.&nbsp; Lauren let go of the breath she was holding, and leaned across Monica to look out of the window.&nbsp; It was a beautiful, beautiful day -- the sun was golden, the air was clear, and the clouds looked sharp and bright.&nbsp; There were even palm trees off by the highway! <br>&nbsp;<br>She closed her hand over Monica’s for just a moment.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>“Thank you again for bringing me,” she said.&nbsp; “We’re going to have such a good time!”<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>19-09-2018, 13:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/19/da/2f19daef4f7f3f0bec37a1264fb0bd70.jpg)</div><em><br>"Here we go."</em><br><br>Monica had no cup to hand over.&nbsp; &nbsp;Airplane bathrooms were an ordeal that she preferred to skip, thank you very much, so she'd not had anything to drink except half a cup of coffee that morning.&nbsp; The plan was to make up for the lack, and more, once they touched down.&nbsp; Lauren's smile was sunny, and the clasp of her hand was warm, and Monica had to admit that she looked damned good.&nbsp; So the edges were a little sharper, a little more defined, in her face and&nbsp; things lurking under the crystalline grey-blue eyes.&nbsp; Her body was taut and lean, and when they played tennis at the club, heads turned.<br><br>And turn they should.&nbsp; Monica was under no illusion that either one of them was going to find a new Mr. Right on vacation, but she was hoping for a healthy selection of Mr. Right Nows and maybe even a Mr. Wrong Feels So Good for the both of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;It'd been a lousy couple of years, and cutting loose and living a little would be good reward for surviving as well as they had.&nbsp; Forget relationships and commitments and forever, and how they broke down after a while.<br><br>The tickets had been a goodbye present from Alan, even if he didn't know it yet.&nbsp; The funniest thing was that he still seemed shocked that she'd come at him with lawyers blazing.&nbsp; He was right that she didn't love him, hadn't loved him in years, but that wasn't the point.&nbsp; He'd gotten what he wanted every step of the way, little by little, reasoned compromises and endless lectures on what made sense, and when he had what he wanted, he turned around and changed all the rules.&nbsp; &nbsp;But by then, the one thing Monica knew best about him was how to hit him where it hurt, and she was hitting hard.<br><br>Lauren believed in karma and justice, but Monica preferred not to wait around for the universe to get there.&nbsp; She'd get her licks in, and then the universe could have what was left.<br><br>Lauren maybe needed that belief more than she did.&nbsp; Her husband had put himself beyond lawyers and settlements.&nbsp; Monica didn't know why, and she didn't think Lauren did either.&nbsp; He'd dumped whatever hurt he had onto Lauren and his kids, and that made Monica fervently hope that somewhere, somehow, Karma was snapping on some latex gloves ... and that there was a Mr. Wrong in Key West who would file away some of those sharp edges for her friend.&nbsp; Orgasms, particularly one after the other after the other, was better than wine for drowning sorrows.<br><br>For that matter, she hoped the same for herself.&nbsp; Shopping and tanning and ogling hot guys with little swimsuits and tight asses was good, but getting wild would be better.<br><br>As the plane descended, there was a little lurch in her stomach at the change in altitude, and then the rattle and shake as the wheels hit the runway and the brakes started a rapid deceleration.&nbsp; Lauren was animated, her eyes drinking in every little detail, and for just a moment, Monica felt a little sting of regret that she couldn't share in that childlike wonder that shone in her friend's smile.&nbsp; She was glad that Lauren did see it.&nbsp; Palm trees, the ocean, the beach ... from a distance, it was nothing more than a view from a TV screen or a postcard.&nbsp; Pretty, but two dimensional until she had an umbrella drink in her hand and her agile, polished toes in the sand.<br><br><em>"Hey, thank <strong>you</strong> for coming.&nbsp; And we are going to have a <strong>great</strong> time."&nbsp; </em>And if there was more steely determination in Monica's eyes than the hope and delight in Lauren's, well, it didn't really matter how you got there, did it?<br><br>She had traveled light as well, and it was a relief knowing they wouldn't have to deal with baggage claim and the whole bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was even a car waiting to take them to Eden House, their beachside hotel -- maybe she'd be extra catty and send Alan a post card.&nbsp; "Glad you're not here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>19-09-2018, 21:07:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><strong>Gabriel</strong> was glad that they'd finally arrived. Muscle cars were not renowned for their comfort for long journeys and now his backside could say why. Or rather he assumed his backside would be able to say why at some point when it woke up again.<br><br>They pulled into the Best Western Key West and Gabriel sighed. Best Westerns were a bit hit and miss - and this one looked more on the miss side of things. For sure it had a pool and a couple of tubs but they were next to the parking lot and to get to them from your room you would - presumably - have to walk over the parking lot in your swimmers. Anyway, after a long drive he wasn't going to complain right off the bat and have Brett call him a whiner. The view wasn't bad though he had to admit, even if you did have to try very hard indeed to get a crappy view in Key West. He looked over the main road to the beach and to a small clutch of hotels and guest houses a little way along the beachfront; 'Eden House' was one that he could read the name of from where he was standing.<br><br>He got out of the car and, after checking behind him to make sure no one was watching,&nbsp; gave his backside a really good squeeze and pummel. He was getting pins and needles now but that was an advance on just having it feel dead. There was a scream from over by the pool and then he could see a huge gout of water appear from someone who'd bombed into the pool. That made him smile. Where there were screams there were girls, and where there were girls by a pool they were probably in bikinis. <br><br>"Quick change and then we check out the pool?" He suggested to Brett.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~</span></span></strong></div><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>No Alcohol in the Pool Area</strong></span> the sign said. Well then, clearly everyone else by the pool couldn't read because pretty much every lounger had bottles or cans next to it.<br><br>"Where'd you get the booze?" Gabriel asked a guy who was just walking past with a bottle in his hand. "Liquor store, five blocks that way," he replied, pointing back the way they'd came when they'd driven in. "So no bar service by the pool?"<br><br>"No bar service, period. It's closed. Some Health and Safety thing so the girl at reception said. Still, store bought booze is cheaper anyway."<br><br>Gabriel nodded but he'd already walked past. He looked at Brett and wondered whether <strong>now</strong> would be an appropriate time to bring up that the Best Western was crap? Probably he was still whining. <br><br>"So I was thinking.... Some of those villas that we saw on the outskirts of town were pretty sweet, right? If the old farts that live in them year-round are sensible, when Spring Break comes around they get the hell out of town. Sure some of them will be rented out to other people but others might be just... empty." He looked at Brett and raised an eyebrow. This wasn't the first time that he'd suggested that he could get into somewhere where he wasn't meant to, but mostly before it had been maintenance rooms at school and such-like. A whole house, a house that actually belonged to someone else, was a whole different matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>20-09-2018, 23:50:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett</strong> had to admit the drive had been long and in some ways he'd wished he'd asked his father for use of the private jet to get them down here, however, getting hold of a rental car during spring break was notoriously difficult, almost as much as it was getting a decent hotel room, family connections and money not withstanding they hadn't held much sway in Key West during one of the busiest times of year, so the drive down had been painful, but it would ultimately pay for itself in spades... Even if he had had to listen to Gabriel's off hand and more often than occasional comments about the discomfort inherent in such a ride. Had this been truly classic, in and out, they'd have not had much A/C and the seats would have been worse, as it was he'd had the A/C converted and better seats put in, but he allowed for Gabriel's concerns as his ass was halfways asleep too...<br><br>Besides, asking for the favor from his father would have meant offering a concession in return, and the family patriarch already had more than enough of a hold on him as it was, this vacation trip was all about cutting loose and getting away from the family for a while, and God only knew when he'd have the chance later... As much as everyone at college thought he was rich and carefree, able to do whatever he wanted, when he wanted...they were only half right...he'd found out at a young age just what was in store for him once he reached a particular age and he got his degree, and he was practically guaranteed his degree... Whatever everyone else thought of him now was only going to last a little longer before he was wholly, and completely under his father's thumb... And that bothered Brett...<br><br>That was the main reason for this road trip...to get away from his father, the family empire...everything... Because all too soon he would be locked into a path he didn't necessarily want, and he'd not figured out a way off the path....yet... For now though, it was about forgetting what his life was slated to become, and just having some fun, and for that he couldn't have brought a better friend.<br><br>Brett had many hangers on, people who hung around, mostly because he was a jock and was rich, when hosting a party or whatever he could guarantee a huge crowd would gather... But as far as actual friends went, most would gladly stab him in the back at a moment's notice, except Gabriel. He might say he'd never quite understood how they ended up as friends, but he knew it had stemmed from that one time when a party had gotten out of hand, a number of things happened, and there was substantial damages, but whereas everyone else shrugged and pointed at him, Gabriel, whom he hadn't even realized had come to the party, stuck up for him, provided an alibi, and he'd skated through the whole thing with little more than a slap on the wrist, after all who wouldn't believe Gabriel?<br><br>From that day he counted Gabriel as a friend, and had never looked back... As they'd gotten to know each other he found Gabriel had quite the adventurous streak, even if he seemed quiet to most, and his intelligence wasn't always turned towards the good things, and between them they'd broken into places quite easily. Between Gabriel's skills and intellect, and his own bravado and street smarts, they'd had a lot of fun and no one, no one, could pin anything on them as no one could believe Gabriel could do such things... He was the perfect partner, and perfect foil, and that was why Brett had asked him along...<br><br>But he had to admit, he'd hoped for better than the Best Western they got... He sighed as they got out of the car and shook his head, but the sounds of screaming from the direction of they pool raised his spirits a little. "Yeah, quick change then the pool..." he agreed, hoping to find more than just the average selection of girls for once as he was looking for someone more....interesting....<br><br><hr><br>The pool wasn't much better than the hotel and Brett was being to feel a little agitated, admittedly they'd only just gotten here and things would no doubt pick up once he had some alcohol in him, but right now he was...underwhelmed.... And that feeling only got worse when he heard that to get alcohol they needed to head out five blocks, which either meant walking or potentially losing the precious parking space...<br><br>The girls were pretty enough, and he allowed his gaze to wander, getting a number of looks in his direction as he did so, girls anxious for a good time were in as much abundance as the guys, but the location.... He was frowning at the Best Western when Gabriel came up beside him and said something about a villa which, at first, slid right past him until he made Gabriel repeat himself. The frown was slowly replaced by a wicked grin at the thought Gabriel was offering and, deciding then and there it would be better than the shit hole they were in, he nodded, "That..." he said, slipping his arm around Gabriel's shoulders and turning them to head back towards their room, "Sounds perfect... Now, we have a couple of hours before the nightlife really kicks off, shall we go find a place to crash first then come back looking for some... Entertainment?" he asked glancing around at the girls and wondering what they might find in the town proper, rather than here at the Best Western...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>23-09-2018, 16:07:51</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>Their room at Eden House was a little on the Spartan side, but it was completely comfortable and it was on the second floor; two bedrooms, a tiny kitchenette, and a private deck.&nbsp; It was too far away from the water to have much of an ocean view, but Lauren was already looking forward to sitting out there in the morning with a cup of hot coffee.&nbsp; Unpacking was quick and simple, and as she transferred her things from the carryon to the drawers, she dropped a swimsuit, a coverup, and a pair of sandals onto the bed.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Hey, Monica!&nbsp; There’s a free happy hour by the pool at four,” she called as she pulled the pink top over her head and peeled down the tight jeans.&nbsp; Automatically, she turned away from the mirror over the dresser.&nbsp; Always critical of herself, Lauren had never much cared for the sight of herself naked.&nbsp; All her swimsuits were modest one-pieces, and she wore something over them whenever she wasn’t in the water.&nbsp; Inside her large shoulder bag was a smaller beach bag, filled with necessities against the sun: SPF 50 lotions, aloe, sunglasses, and a white terrycloth towel to wipe her hands clean.&nbsp; Lauren had never been able to tan much; without a hefty sunblock, summers at the pool or on the tennis courts were a never-ending round of burn and peel, burn and peel, burn and peel.&nbsp; Monica, with her darker good looks, didn’t have to be so careful, and Lauren envied her that.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>There was a lot about Monica for Lauren to envy, well beyond her exotic beauty and her many talents.&nbsp; She was what Lauren considered a free spirit, stopping short of any seriously risky behaviours.&nbsp; She didn’t do drugs -- not as far as Lauren had ever known -- and she wasn’t reckless behind the wheel.&nbsp; But of the two of them, it was nearly always Monica who would say out of the blue, “Let’s…” And almost anything could follow that one word, from&nbsp; “Let’s go out to dinner” to “Let’s go to Key West.”&nbsp; Lauren knew perfectly well that sooner or later, and probably sooner, that Monica would be saying, “Let’s go sit by those two men at the bar.”&nbsp; And then, “Let’s meet for breakfast after we’re done with them.”&nbsp; Or even for lunch.&nbsp; At home, when Monica said, “Let’s both treat ourselves to some R and R, heavy on the Relaxation,” it had sounded like fun.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>But that was when pools and beaches and bars and men were some kind of vague vision that was somewhere in the hazy future.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>With her swimsuit snugly in place, Lauren turned back to the mirror and gave her reflection a long, judicious once-over, turning to the left and the right, looking over her shoulder.&nbsp; It wasn’t, she supposed, that she didn’t look good.&nbsp; She looked….&nbsp; Okay.&nbsp; A little thin, maybe, but she had never been all that curvy.&nbsp; Her breasts and her ass were still high enough.&nbsp; Before long, she’d need to have some work done if she wanted to keep them where they were.&nbsp; And her face could stand a little tightening up already.&nbsp; But her legs were great.&nbsp; Thank you, tennis with Monica!<br>&nbsp; <br>No, overall, she didn’t look bad at all.&nbsp; But sitting at to the pool, next to a bunch of girls that were Amy’s age….?&nbsp; Who would have any interest in a clearly forty-something mother, except maybe a fifty-something grandfather?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Lauren looked at her reflection again and rolled her eyes at herself.&nbsp; Stop worrying.&nbsp; It’ll give you more wrinkles.&nbsp; Maybe there would be a couple of silver foxes at the pool.<br>&nbsp;<br>Unattached silver foxes?&nbsp; How likely was that?<br>&nbsp; <br>Oh, get over yourself.&nbsp; You don’t have to follow through.&nbsp; Just try and have some fun for a change.<br>&nbsp; <br>She picked up an oversized beach towel and shrugged into a lacy coverup, and stepped into the hall to meet Monica.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>~~**~~**~~**~~<br>&nbsp;<br>The pool area was beautiful, with plants and palm trees and flowers all over.&nbsp; The happy hour was “serve-yourself”, and if that required a little extra effort, it also ensured that the drinks would be as strong as you wanted them.&nbsp; Lauren and Monica were there early enough to take possession of a couple of lounge chairs, and Lauren even stepped up from wine to a large rum and Coke.&nbsp; It was sweet and icy, and halfway through she was giggling -- not really a good sign, but it felt so different to just be able to laugh at nothing in particular!&nbsp; There were a couple of silver foxes, all right, but both of them had wives that were practically attached at the hip; Lauren caught a couple of less than friendly looks from the women, directed at both her and at Monica.&nbsp; It actually made Lauren a little… well… competitive, and she stretched her long legs out and smiled back at the wives sweetly.&nbsp; Those wives would do better to keep an eye on the college girls in their skimpy bikinis than to worry about a couple of women close to their own age; but everyone was nice enough.&nbsp; At least on the surface.&nbsp; And the late-afternoon sun was just glorious!&nbsp; So much warmer, so much more golden than in Baltimore!<br>&nbsp; <br>By the second rum and Coke, Lauren’s head was beginning to spin, and something to eat seemed began to feel like a good idea.&nbsp; One of the wives suggested the Half Shell Raw Bar, just a couple of blocks away and on the water, with happy hour till 6:30.&nbsp; It felt, to Lauren, like a not very veiled attempt to get rid of them; but it was on the list she had Googled of nearby places, and the snobby people at Tripadvisor mostly had good things to say.&nbsp; A quick change of clothes and a short walk, and she and Monica found themselves sitting at the edge of the water with an oyster sampler on the table between them.<br>&nbsp; <br>She was maybe a little overdressed, even though she had on shorts and a white linen blouse.&nbsp; The Half Shell looked more like t-shirt-over-your-swimsuit kind of place.&nbsp; It was obviously a popular local dive, and it was already crowded; but a twenty-minute wait -- and a word from Monica in the bartender’s ear, with maybe a twenty passing hands? Lauren had to wonder -- got them a small table overlooking the harbor.&nbsp; In a little while, they could watch the sun setting over the water, right from where they sat.&nbsp; Lauren had ramped down to beer, but she was still feeling a little sideways.&nbsp; And for a change, she actually felt good, instead of just off-balance.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Imagine what we’d be doing if we were home,” she said with a grin.&nbsp; “I guess I’d be eating crackers and cheese and looking for something on TV.”&nbsp; She took a long pull at her beer and glanced around the crowded bar.&nbsp; Under the roof, it was noisy; but here out over the water, the sound dissipated.&nbsp; You could actually talk, and hear yourself think.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Did you see the way those women at the pool were looking at us?&nbsp; I’m sure it was supposed to make us tremble in fear, but it actually made me feel good.&nbsp; Didn’t it you?”&nbsp; It had been a long, long time since anyone had looked at Lauren like she was a potential rival.&nbsp; The Eden House pool probably wasn’t the best place to practice her rusty flirting skills, anyway.&nbsp; The bar was a much better prospect!&nbsp; She turned and glanced around the room, letting her eyes roam idly over the noisy crowd behind them.<br>&nbsp; <br>Something caught her attention, and she let her gaze swing back across the room to Monica.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Don’t look just now,” she said with a smile, “but there are three or four guys at the bar looking at us.&nbsp; One or two look like Possibles.&nbsp; And you won’t believe this -- there are two boys at the bar scoping us out, and they’re Todd’s age!”&nbsp; She took another swig of her beer and started to laugh.&nbsp; “Can you imagine??”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>23-09-2018, 22:05:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"That..."</em> Brett said, "<em>Sounds perfect... Now, we have a couple of hours before the nightlife really kicks off, shall we go find a place to crash first then come back looking for some... Entertainment?"</em><br><br>Gabriel smiled and nodded at his friend's enthusiasm for a little bit of B&amp;E. "Great. So I was reading on a dark web blog that a twelve volt short on a five or eight ohm capacitor right next to the power uptake sub-system of a residential alarm number pad is almost guaranteed to knock it offline in a way that won't trip any tamper system. It's like it thinks that there's been a power surge from the transformer and the alarm puts itself into a kind of...." he trailed off. He was getting better at working out when he'd overstepped on 'geek' and where, had Brett not been his friend, he'd rapidly be heading for either a wedgie or a swirlie. Better, but not yet great. 'Great' would have been to have used his inside voice for the whole recitation of Popular Mechanics in the first place.<br><br>"Which roughly translated means I really want to try a new thing I read about taking alarms offline because I think it can really work. That better?"<br><br>Well, after a count of three and no swirlie being imminent, he would take that as a win.<br><br>"Okay, coz the Best Western freaking sucks dude."<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~</span></span></strong></div><br>They'd driven back the way they'd come into town, past the liquor store - Brett had suggested that if they did get into a house they should check it for booze before going out and buying their own supply - and were scoping out the houses overlooking the beach. The first two places had cars outside so were obviously out. The third place had cameras and a large retractable iron gate covering the road. Gabe was all for testing himself against alarm companies and local law enforcement types but would leave the Cali Cartel to someone else. He quite liked the skin he was in and didn't want to see anyone else making a jacket or a pair of cowboy boots out of it.<br><br>A little way past a gentle curve in the road - which made the rear of the next house difficult to see from either of the two surrounding houses - held a house that had no cars outside, had no cameras visible, and which didn't look like a safe house either for the cartel or the FBI.<br><br>"Pull in and lets take a look." Gabe suggested.&nbsp; That they did, and when no one appeared from inside to ask them what the hell they were doing by just sitting there in their big ass car, Gabe got out. He pulled a small square battery from his pocket that had previously been inside the clock-radio in the Best Western. It still had the little snap-on connector attached and a black and red wire running from the connector that was the part that was going to generate the short. Before then though, they were going to make absolutely sure that the house was really empty. Gabe banged on the front door loud enough to wake the dead and when no one came out, he headed over the back gate and into the back yard.<br><br>"Would you look at........" he cooed appreciatively. The 'back yard' contained a twin level deck with a hot tub on the upper level that could be accessed from a French door to the upstairs bedroom and a pool that, while not quite Olympic sized, was large enough to get a work out in without getting fed up doing more changes of direction than strokes.<br><br>"Result!" He declared before the fairly involved job of killing the alarm had even been attempted.<br><br>More banging on the kitchen back door resulted in no screaming owner and so Gabe thought it safe to assume that the place was empty. Now all they needed to do was get inside. The front and rear doors looked pretty solid, but the French door to the upstairs bedroom was glass and much less formidable. He'd smashed the lock on the French door in his parent's place years ago by leaning his bike against the handle too heavily.<br><br>He bounded up the outdoor steps and started waggling the handle back and forth strongly and much more quickly than it was ever intended to have to cope with. Twenty seconds in and there was a 'snap' and the lock part of the handle gave way. After that all he needed to do was yank the handle up sharply and pull on the door. It slid aside just as it would normally do. There was a beeping coming from inside the house.<br><br>"Okay, okay.... I can do this. No pressure." He said, mainly to calm his own nerves. This was someone's house, their property, and he'd just broken in. "Okay, alarm pad is going to be next to the front door. I just zoom down the stairs, pop the case open and short it...." He realized that talking about what he needed to do was wasting precious seconds of <strong>actually doing</strong> what he needed to do. With an excited beam at Brett he was off through the bedroom and heading down the stairs to the front door.<br><br>"Okay, here's the pad... Now how do I get the cover off?" Maybe he should have thought of that beforehand? He fished a nickel from his pocket and shoved it in the seam where the front of the white plastic case met the rear of the alarm pad. A few strong waggles and one side of the case snapped open. The same deal on the other side and the whole case front came off exposing some wires, circuitry, and integrated circuits.<br><br>"Okay so this is where the power comes in...." he mumbled, looking at the exposed electronics and working out what he saw in comparison to what he'd read on the blog. He traced two lines before giving up on them as being too far away from what he was looking for. He was on his third line before finding what he wanted. He peered at it and saw a little printed number '8' on the ceramic barrel of the capacitor. "Bingo! Okay, now the game is afoot!" Dropping the front case of the alarm, he took the battery in one hand as he angled the red and black wires coming from it so that they were almost - but not quite - touching. Next he brought one wire up to the capacitor and pressed one wire against the metal leg on the right hand side of it. The next part was tricky because he needed to press the other wire to the leg on the left hand side without losing contact with the right hand leg. Hmmm, that was a bit.... He waggled the wire minutely back and forth a couple of times before there was a loud 'crack' and a faint smell of burning. The rapid beeping - which had started to freak him out quite a lot by this point - changed to a single loud beep and then silence.<br><br>"Okay, so if the alarm doesn't go off in the next ten seconds I reckon that we are in." He said to Brett. Perhaps the delivery of that could have been a little more definitive but this was kind of more art than science.<br><br>He counted down from ten in his head and then added another five for good measure. Nothing. "Ha! I love it when a plan comes together!"<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~</span></span></strong></div><br>The inside of the house was even more impressive than the outside had been. There was booze aplenty and some frozen steaks and other stuff in the freezer. No fresh stuff, obviously, but then that just led them to feel a bit more secure that no one was going to come back through the front door in the next ten minutes. There was a huge kitchen - all granite and brushed metal, a lounge cum dining room capable of hosting a full NFL squad, and three bedrooms, two of which had queen beds in them.<br><br>Gabe set some of the meat on one of the counters to defrost.<br><br>"We should head back to find ourselves some entertainment don't you think?"<br><br>...<br><br>The Half Shell was just a short way from the parking lot of the Best Western. They had checked out - the bastards had charged them for one night's stay so they could go fuck themselves if they thought they'd move the car from the parking lot for the time being - and they'd walked along the beachfront past the Eden House and a couple of other B&amp;Bs and hotels. The Half Shell seemed to have some life in it in any case and they seemed less worried about carding people that sometimes was the case. Maybe it would change if they started causing trouble, but two nice young men who were evidently stone cold sober weren't going to be a problem so they got served. <br><br>Gabe chinked his Dos Equis against Brett's beer.<br><br>"So there's a couple of M's I'd LF if you know what I mean...." he said to his friend after scoping out Lauren and Monica (not that he knew those were their names of course at this point). The blonde one caught his gaze and caused Gabe to grin stupidly. Alarms he could do. Women.... Well, women was Brett's area of expertise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>23-09-2018, 23:43:17</strong>
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				Eden House was a little on the plastic side, and not what Monica would have chosen, but since it was a spoil of the war between her and her soon-to-be-ex-husband, she was disposed to be generous.&nbsp; Besides, it wasn't the view or the pool that she was most interested in.&nbsp; They had decided to unpack, and since neither had brought all that much, it was hardly arduous.&nbsp; After she'd put her clothes in the closet and drawers, Monica sat down on the bed and gave it an experimental bounce.&nbsp; The mattress was firm enough, but the frame of the bed had loosened enough that it squeaked.&nbsp; Another bounce, and it knocked.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, maybe the noise from spring break would drown it out, or with any luck, both she and Lauren would be too occupied with other things to notice.<br><br>Monica's hopes for the trip were pretty simplistic.&nbsp; A little shopping, a little sunning and swimming, a little drinking, and if the beds didn't break before the trip was over, she at least wanted to give it the good old college try.&nbsp; The wobbly, squeaky bed was a head start that she didn't want, and rather resented, a subtle goad from Fate that this might be Spring Break week, but she was no spring chicken.&nbsp; Fuck Fate, and fuck Alan, and fuck his little preggers bimbo who wasn't going to get to live in the style she wanted to become accustomed on Monica's dime.<br><br>When Lauren yelled out that there was a free happy hour by the pool, Monica put aside her misgivings and smiled.&nbsp; &nbsp;It sounded like Lauren was getting into the spirit of things, and that was a much bigger deal than a squeaky bed.&nbsp; <em>"Coming!" </em>she called out, and cracked a smile as she shoved thoughts of her divorce into the dirty clothes hamper along with the outfit she'd worn for traveling.&nbsp; Hopefully she'd be yelling that soon for quite a different reason.<br><br>Her own bathing suit was a one piece as well, though there was considerably less of it than Lauren's.&nbsp; The back was little more than a thong, designed to show the hard work she put in keeping her glutes toned.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd had her boobs done shortly after they'd moved to the last house in Baltimore, but she liked the contrast of the modesty in front against the skimpy back.&nbsp; Like Lauren, she wore a cover up, but mostly because she liked the reaction when she took it off.&nbsp; Her skin only needed a basic moisturizing sunscreen, though if she found the right helper to put it on, she might just keep that little tidbit of information to herself.<br><br>Monica's poolside drink was a Tequila Sunrise, chosen as much because she liked the colors as the taste -- though it tasted pretty good too.&nbsp; It was a little old fashioned, perhaps, but Monica wasn't trying to be in her twenties again, she just wanted some twenties inside her.&nbsp; The lewdness of the thought felt delicious, but one thing was for sure, she wasn't going to find them at the Eden House pool.&nbsp; The wives were shooting daggers at them with their eyes, and the attention of their husbands was flatteringly classy, and she had to bury a snicker in her drink when Lauren stretched out her legs that never quit, raising one in a gesture that invited eyes to follow the curve aaaaaalllllll the way up while smiling like an angel at Veronica Levenson, who looked like she'd bitten into a whole lime instead of her 'skinny mojito'.<br><br>Nice looking though the husbands might be, Monica had no interest in tempting either one of them away from their catty wives.&nbsp; The idea was repugnant to her, even if her ego and libido were in need of stroking, but probably understandably so.&nbsp; No, at the risk of sounding like a MILF (but what the hell was wrong with the term, anyway?) what she wanted was a young stud who wanted some fun without strings, with an older, experienced woman.<br><br>When they'd both had enough sun, and enough fun poking at the uptight wives, they left their empty glasses and headed back upstairs, with Monica reaching out to steady Lauren a little when she swayed.<em>&nbsp; "They weren't obvious about wanting to get rid of us, were they?"</em> she whispered with glee against Lauren's hair.&nbsp; <em>"I'll bet Veronica beats Jack half to death if he suggests they go to the Half Shell, too."</em><br><br>Thus far, Monica wasn't feeling much of a buzz after two Tequila Sunrises. She and Alan had gone to a lot of functions where wine flowed like water, along with stronger drinks, and she had also taken to having a drink, and sometimes two, with lunch.&nbsp; She'd built up something of a tolerance for it, but since the divorce she'd cut down instead of double-downing.&nbsp; Lauren less so, and she definitely needed some food ... and hopefully the pickings would be better than than at the Eden.<br><br>Lauren selected shorts and a white shirt, thin enough that it showed some skin, and the pretty lingerie beneath in the right light.&nbsp; Monica went for a backless halter top and a skirt that wasn't short, but was tight enough to make up for it.&nbsp; They were both over-dressed, but Monica didn't give a damn, and nor did she give a damn when she heard the grumbling from much younger girls about them getting into the restaurant without a wait.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a good life lesson - you could shake your your ass to get ahead, and you could work your brain, but sometimes the thing that moved you forward was shaking your wallet, and it wasn't fair.<br><br>Fuck that noise.&nbsp; Life wasn't fair, and Monica wasn't into perpetuating the fiction that it was.&nbsp; Oysters weren't her thing, except in a nice stew, but she liked what they represented enough for an appetizer, so they shared while the checked out the menu to a lesser extent, and the guys.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div><em>"I saw.&nbsp; They ought to be worried.&nbsp; Damn, woman, those legs were getting looks from every man there, and a few of the women too.&nbsp; Now just take that feeling and project it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Look at the men and picture yourself asking them if they wouldn't like to have those legs on their shoulders."&nbsp; &nbsp; </em><br><br>Monica was letting her hair down on this trip, not making country club conversation.&nbsp; She had the feeling that it had been a long time since Lauren had done so, but even as she blushed, Monica felt like she enjoyed it as well.&nbsp; They were sexual creatures, and if men were allowed their mid-life crises, why shouldn't they indulge to the fullest?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Don't look now ..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Monica looked.&nbsp; And hers wasn't the modest, quick peek over her shoulders, hidden by her hair version.&nbsp; She gave it the little body twist, and checked out the guys at bar, who looked sort of like a group of guys from the marketing department of some generic corporation -- though as Lauren said, two were 'possibles' -- before moving on to the two guys she'd mentioned.<br><br><em>"I'd guess a couple of years older than Todd,"</em> she commented, lifting her beer bottle to her lips as she did a slow assessment. Her fingers longed to smooth down the messy hair of one of them, but then again ... she could also imagine her fingers finding a grip in that hair and urging him on to all sorts of wickedly delicious things.&nbsp; The other was a bit pale,but and he seemed the shyer one of the two, for all that his eyes kept coming back to them, but the shy ones were often hell on wheels when you warmed them up.<br><br><em>"Oh,yes,"</em> she answered, smiling in predatory fashion without taking her eyes off either. <em> "I can imagine ... all sorts of things.&nbsp; And from the way they're looking, so can they.&nbsp; Come on, Lauren ... imagine the possibilities and tell me you don't feel the tremble in those long, long legs.&nbsp; Want to buy them a drink?&nbsp; Ask them over?&nbsp; Or we can see if they're bold enough to come on over without being invited."</em><br><br>Devil's advocate.&nbsp; It was a role she was made for, and by god, she was going to play it with Lauren this weekend.&nbsp; It was easier to be bad with someone to urge you on, and Monica needed some 'bad'.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she was any judge, so did Lauren.&nbsp; She needed to get away from comparing the guys they met to Todd, and those two guys weren't looking at them as if they were in need of a mommy,&nbsp; except perhaps in the context of a MILF.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>24-09-2018, 07:10:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett</strong> cringed slightly as his friend started into the geeky details of what he needed to do, and sighed as he shook his head. He might have been a jock, but he wasn't stupid, even so he could feel his head spinning whenever his friend started on the geek talk and after a moment Gabriel's explanation trailed off in part due to the pained expression on Brett's face.<br><br>He had to admit that Gabe was getting better at realizing when he was going over the top, due somewhat to their friendship, and this had saved him from various...new 'experiences'...from Brett's fellow jock crowd... Not that Brett would let anything happen to Gabe, not after he'd put himself on the line for him, but he wasn't always around to make sure Gabe was checking himself and that the braindead idiots who made up most of the jock crowd weren't punishing him for making their tiny brains hurt...<br><br>Either way Gabe had picked up on the fact and summarized what he wanted to do beautifully, for which Brett grinned, "Got it..." he said, "<em>That</em> I understood..." he added then chuckled at Gabe's further summary of the Best Western... "No arguments from me on that!" he said, and with that they were heading back to their room to grab their things. They passed the liquor store on the way out but Brett kept driving, telling Gabe that around here the house they chose might very well have a decent selection already, and that they could always come back later if needed, then they were following the road heading out of the main public areas, looking for a likely target.<br><br>Brett had the balls and attitude for this kind of thing, but Gabe had the technical know-how, with the way most homes were probably setup in this area he anticipated some electronic measures would need to be bypassed, and if there was one thing Gabe was good at it was the electronic shit. The first couple they encountered were obviously occupied and the next was effectively wired for sound making them wary of going anywhere near, but a little further down the road past a gentle curve, which his the home beautifully from the neighbors was a likely looking target, and at Gabe's suggestion Brett pulled into the driveway.<br><br>When they went unchallenged Gabe, apparently feeling braver today, possibly because of the plans they had in mind, got out of the car and Brett, grinning at his friend's new found courage, followed suit. With no answer from baking the front door they tried seeing the back and Brett had to pause and over a low whistle at what they found, "Good choice, my man..." he said flashing a grin at Gabe before they moved to try again to see if anyone was home, before making their way to break in.<br><br>Brett had done his fair share of such things and watched Gabe defeat the sliding glass door with interest, noting it for future use, then followed him in to deal with the alarm. For a moment he heard the hesitation and uncertainty in Gabe's voice and so spoke low, offering support, "Take it easy, no pressure... You got this dude..." he said then grinned as Gabe went through the steps outloud of what he needed to do, before hightailing down the stairs to get to the keypad, Brett following him at a more relaxed pace as he took in the house they'd chosen.<br><br>Heading Gabe's Sherlock Holmes reference he sighed and shook his head then, hearing the single beep as he came up behind him followed by the reference from...A-Team?...he sighed, then grinned. "Good job, knew you could do it!" he said and patted Gabe on the shoulder as they started to take some time to look some. The house had booze and food aplenty, was shielded from the road and the neighbors, and had plenty of...'entertaining space'...that the pair of them could use... Now all they needed was some company... Gabe apparently had the exact same thought at the same moment and Brett grinned, "I like the way you think!" he said, and they headed out of the house to head back to the main public areas...<br><br><hr><br>Arriving back near where they'd started Brett parked his car back in the Best Western parking spot, dinner they'd charged then for the room anyway, and they started taking a walk. It was at a restaurant come bar that was lovely enough to attract their attention where they started to see some possibilities and, having gotten a drink each, Brett was glancing around when Gabe drew his attention to a couple of MILF's... <br><br>Gabe had proven himself a number of times as a wizard with technology, and Brett knew Gabe would have loved that he used that term, but with members of the opposite sex he was less sure of himself and less experienced which was proven the moment he grinned like a fool when the blonde he'd all but sent a flare up for caught his gaze. "Easy tiger..." Brett said softly as the dark haired companion to the blonde pointedly looked their way as well, though her have was anything but casual and it sent a thrill down his spine...<br><br>He'd had his share of college girls and, quite frankly, had wanted someone more....experienced....and these two fit the bill nicely, especially since they'd already sent up a flare of their own. Brett took a sip of his beer, his gaze locked on the dark haired woman's, not that he hadn't noticed the blonde, with legs like hers she was hard to miss, but something about the dark haired woman drew his attention... Her gaze felt almost...predatory in the hottest way possible...and goddamn if that wasn't making him hard....<br><br>"Gabe, my friend.... Let's go introduce ourselves, shall we?" he said with a playful smile directed at the two women, before slipping from the stool and boldly walking over, Gabe, maybe a little slower on the uptake and less sure of himself, following behind. "What brings two beautiful ladies such as yourselves to a place like this?" he said smoothly, as lines go it was an oldie but a goodie, as he stepped closer, his hand on the chair nearest Monica though he didn't yet pull it out to sit. "Would you like some company?" he added, casting his gaze to Lauren and doing his best to resist letting his gaze wander over her legs though he wasn't entirely successful, before returning his gaze to Monica, the dark haired beauty who was, it seemed, the bolder of the two which suited him just fine... Besides, if they were game they had all night....if not several nights...for everyone to get to know everyone...<br><br>"I'm Brett, and this..." he gestured to Gabe, to make sure he was part of the party, and to draw the women's attention to him, "is Gabe..." he said, bold, perhaps a little brazen, but he had the feeling the women were looking for a distraction almost exactly like he and Gabe were....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>24-09-2018, 13:48:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><br>In spite of Lauren’s admonition, Monica turned completely around and gave the men at the bar a good long look.&nbsp; Lauren’s eyes went wide, and she put a hand over her mouth to stop the giggles.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Monica!&nbsp; I just can’t believe you!”&nbsp; But as shocked as she was, she was still delighted that her friend had the balls to do something so bold and so brassy.&nbsp; That was Monica all over -- she knew what she wanted, and she went after it.&nbsp; She was like the kid in school that always did what they were told they shouldn’t, and the rest of the class couldn’t help but follow.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><em>"I'd guess a couple of years older than Todd," </em>Monica answered her, and a slow, fierce smile curled up the corners of her mouth.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>“Are they looking back?” she asked in a whisper.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Come on, Lauren ... imagine the possibilities…&nbsp; Want to buy them a drink?&nbsp; Ask them over?&nbsp; Or we can see if they're bold enough to come on over without being invited."</em><br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;Lauren hesitated for just a moment, balanced precariously between prudence… and adventure.&nbsp; But with Monica standing on the far side and daring her to jump, it was never really much of a contest.&nbsp; On her own, Lauren could imagine a drink with one of the older men at the bar: a little casual conversation, maybe he would walk her back to the hotel.&nbsp; A little more conversation.&nbsp; A discreet good-night kiss.&nbsp; And not much more than that.&nbsp; She just couldn't see it.<br>&nbsp; <br>But the two boys who were looking at her and Monica… she could imagine way, way more.&nbsp; Yes, she could.&nbsp; Very suddenly, with the impact of a freight train, she could see it clearly, not only possible, but probable.&nbsp; That young body between her thighs, her legs on his shoulders or locked around his waist, that dark head trailing kisses and bites and God knows what else down her body, doing things to her that she’d only read about…<br>&nbsp; <br>“Oh, you are bad,” she trilled to Monica gleefully, excitement and disbelief equally bright in her eyes.&nbsp; She took a long swallow from her beer, and turned towards the two boys.&nbsp; She dropped one elbow over the back of the chair, and set her chin in her hand, giving them her best “come hither” smile.&nbsp; "Maybe we should send them a drink?"<br>&nbsp; <br>But damned if they didn’t take the decision right out of their hands! They both got up, the two of them, and started walking towards their table.&nbsp; The handsome, dark-haired one was taking the lead.&nbsp; Lauren swiveled again in her seat, crossing her legs with an air of innocence that wasn’t completely feigned.&nbsp; For her efforts, she got a lingering appreciative look; but it was Monica that his eyes kept going back to.<br>&nbsp; <br>Well, of course it was Monica.&nbsp; Monica was Veronica; Lauren was Betty.&nbsp; Without either rancor or disappointment, Lauren turned her smile on her second choice.&nbsp; The quiet blonde one.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>They were Brett and Gabe, and Brett’s opening line was maybe the oldest one Lauren had ever heard.&nbsp; She looked at Monica with a raised eyebrow just the same, as though there was something to be decided.&nbsp; As if they weren’t here to make the opening moves in this exact dance.&nbsp; Gabe wasn’t exactly what Lauren had imagined, but he was way more Possible than any of the middle aged men at the bar who had probably left their wives in some suburban ranch house and their wedding bands in their hotel rooms.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gabe was just as pretty as Brett.&nbsp; He just lacked the sheer, formidable, apex predator confidence that just oozed out of Monica and Brett with every breath.&nbsp; But then, so did Lauren.&nbsp; Of course Monica was the one Brett was drawn to.&nbsp; The two of them had both come from the same mold. <br>&nbsp;<br>She patted the chair beside her.&nbsp; “I guess we could do with some company,” she said sweetly.&nbsp; “Gabe, you sit right here by me.”<br>&nbsp; <br>She wasn’t sure, in her own mind, just how far she would take this.&nbsp; It would all depend, she supposed, on chemistry.&nbsp; And on how long her nerve held out.<br>&nbsp; <br>“You boys are down here on Spring Break?” she asked.&nbsp; “From where?”<br>&nbsp; <br>Oh, ugh.&nbsp; The second oldest line in the world.&nbsp; If there was a God in heaven, she hoped he’d strike her dead on the spot if she opened her mouth to ask what their signs were.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>24-09-2018, 17:16:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div>If the blonde one had looked around with feigned nonchalance, the darker haired one had taken a freaking baseball bat to nonchalance. Gabe felt his pulse race just from the look she was giving the pair of them. At the same time - and with the same general organ - something got rather larger at the same time as two other parts got a little smaller and tighter.&nbsp; All that from just a look; she should be forced to give out health warnings.<br><br>... Mind you sooner or later something was going to kill you. If it was going to be this woman then Gabe was going to go out with a smile on his face. Or the dark-haired woman if he was <strong>really</strong> lucky.<br><br>There were giggles from blondie over what her friend had done and then, after a moment's hesitation, blondie came back with the cutest - and funniest - 'come hither' look that Gabe had seen in a long time. His own smile mimicked hers in response. They were all 'putting on a show' for each other but at the same time all realized that it was a show.<br><br><em>"Gabe, my friend.... Let's go introduce ourselves, shall we?"</em> suggested Brett as he got up.<br><br>"Wait, what?" He squeaked. Where was the plan? Where was the 'you take that one and I'll take that one'? Where even was the super-quick round of rock-paper-scissors subtly hidden from the two women so as not to appear rude? Brett might not need a freaking plan but Gabe did. This was no time to be courting off the cuff given that they had a Playboy Mansion to fill up. Of course all of that happened behind Brett's back since he didn't need a freaking plan. Gabe jumped off his stool to follow his friend and then had to immediately turn around to grab his beer since he'd forgotten it.&nbsp; He rushed over to where Brett was introducing himself to the two women.<br><br><em>"I'm Brett, and this..."</em> Brett gestured towards Gabe, <em>"is Gabe..."</em><br><br>"I'm Gaaay.... Gaaay... Gabriel." Gabe stuttered, suddenly afflicted by a stutter that he'd thought was long behind him. "Gabriel" he said then with some conviction. "Not gay!" He snapped out with perhaps a little too much emphasis. "Not gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course, but just that I'm.....". He couldn't look at Brett. Brett's look would be the death of him. Wingmen were meant to have your back, be the foil to your wit, not the idiot you were lumbered with because otherwise they'd go off and hurt themselves. In two seconds flat he'd announced that he was gay and then not gay.<br><br>"Gabriel Leland, confirmed heterosexual. Gabriel or Gabe for short. Either is fine by me. Hello." He smiled broadly at the two women and then at Brett for good measure. There, situation recovered. Maybe no one even noticed the slip?<br><br><em>“I guess we could do with some company,”</em> blondie, Lauren as it turned out, said sweetly.&nbsp; <em>“Gabe, you sit right here by me.”</em> <br><br><em>“You boys are down here on Spring Break? From where?”</em><br><br>"Yep. Virginia," Gabe replied, grateful for a clear question that had a clear answer with no lurking traps for him to fall into. He was about to move to do exactly as Lauren had said before Brett tapped his leg lightly with his foot and gestured to the seat next to Monica that he had had his hand on up to that point. The two men shared the briefest of looks (hopefully invisible) and then Gabe sat down next to Monica as Brett stepped over towards Lauren.<br><br>"Gabriel Leland, confirmed heterosexual. Hi." He said to Monica since it could do with being reinforced. He put out his hand in the hopes that she'd take it at least briefly and he could die a happy man after all.<br><br>"We're staying a little out of town and just got in today. How about yourselves? Are you from far away?"<br><br>Okay, so now he was getting in his stride. His foot was on the floor and no longer in his mouth and Monica hadn't - so far - showed any fangs and bitten him in the neck with them. Still, it was early days.<br><br>He sipped his beer since he assumed that was the kind of thing that self-assured men did in the presence of equally self-assured women. "Did you both eat yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>24-09-2018, 20:13:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>Monica’s smile only broadened with Lauren’s giggling gasp.&nbsp; <em> “Why waste time being coy?&nbsp; They’re checking us out, we’re checking them out.&nbsp; &nbsp;That way, nobody has to worry about interpreting signals and maybe getting it wrong.”</em><br><br>Her friend’s comment about being bad was likewise issued with excitement and humor, and she took it as a green light to proceed, and Lauren’s acknowledgement that she was spot on about needing some bad, and she was only too happy to gather up any blame.&nbsp; Anyone who thought they were going to slut shame her was going to get it back with both barrels, since as far as she was concerned, the label really meant “somebody who is doing what I wish I had the courage to do.”<br><br>The two guys didn’t wait for any further invitation, which moved them both up on the scale of ‘possible’ to ‘under serious consideration’.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her original assessment was born out by the one guy’s momentary expression of panic when the other got up.&nbsp; They seemed to have much the same general dynamic as she and Lauren outwardly, but that wasn’t a bad thing.&nbsp; &nbsp; Monica suppressed her inclination to answer Brett’s greeting immediately, and contented herself with continuing her slow, appreciative appraisal, smiling a little at Gabriel’s stutter while she hoped that Lauren would speak first.<br><br>Lauren did, and Monica was torn between a mental cheer and a moment of regret.&nbsp; While Brett was the bolder of the two,&nbsp; she had a little bit of worry that having the two with both feet on the gas, and two with one foot on the brakes might end up making the ride awkward and derail them getting to the destination she was hoping to reach.&nbsp; She shared a glance with Brett, and though there was still plenty of heat in his eyes, perhaps their similarities were more than surface.&nbsp; &nbsp;She gave him props for skillfully re-directing Lauren’s invitation, and claiming that chair for himself, and ushering Gabriel – whose stutter and recovery was really quite cute – into the chair beside her.<br><br>Some women might have been insulted, or flattered, at the maneuvering, but to Monica it just made good sense.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Unless Lauren got attached to one more than the other, they were both fair game as far as she was concerned, and variety was the spice of life – or at least the spice of a vacation to remember.<br><br>“Hello, Gabriel, confirmed heterosexual.”&nbsp; Monica took the offered hand, her thumb running along his palm as she held it once he was settled, and didn’t hurry to relinquish it, even as she teased him, though there was no lessening of the heat in her eyes.&nbsp; He’d recovered well,&nbsp; and she liked that, and hoped that her response would counteract any silent recriminations he might be heaping on himself.&nbsp; <em>“I like to do my own confirming, just to make sure, but I'm happy to hear it all the same.”</em><br><br>The thumb made another pass over his palm, feeling the heat, and the dampness that usually came with nervousness.&nbsp; Her own hand was damp only from the condensation on her beer, put perhaps that would be reassuring.&nbsp; <em>“I’m Monica, and this is Lauren.” </em> <br><br>She let Lauren answer the question about where they were from. <em> “I thought I heard just a little bit of Southern in your voices.&nbsp; &nbsp;We just got in today, too … and appetizers are as far as we’ve gotten.”</em><br><br>Monica made no attempt to hide that they were appetizing themselves,&nbsp; though she did smile faintly as the guys at the bar made faces and kicked themselves for hanging back.&nbsp; You snooze, you lose, and, personally, she had no regrets – though she’d kick the two remote possibilities to the curb in a heartbeat for Brett and Gabriel, whose name she had already decided not to shorten.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Gabriel.&nbsp; You don’t mind if I use your full name, do you?&nbsp; I love the way it rolls off the tongue.”</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Only then did she relinquish his hand, though she didn’t move far away, hoping that the image her words had conjured in her mind would be mirrored in his.<br><br><em>“As for what we’re doing here … we’re on an <strong>adventure</strong>.” </em>&nbsp; Vacation sounded too mild, and brought with it thoughts of long walks along the beach and staring at sunsets, sipping drinks and holding hands, a long, leisurely, discreet and socially acceptable process that might mean they’d be three days in at the earliest before getting laid.&nbsp; An adventure … well, it was something between an invitation and a challenge, or perhaps, in Gabriel’s case, even a warning, which she hoped he’d relish all the more for it being directed at him rather than Brett, along with ignoring it.<br><br>Her legs crossed, beneath the table – no need to seem as if she were in competition with Lauren’s killer gams – and a foot, clad in black ankle-strap heels and emphasized by a silver and bead anklet rubbed against Gabriel’s leg, briefly.&nbsp; With her gaze unwavering on his face, she doubted that he’d mistake it for an accident.<br><br>Subtle as a sledgehammer.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some people found it refreshing, though it wouldn’t surprise her much if she got a few kicks under the table from Lauren – but maybe Lauren might also find it easier to wander off the beaten path if someone else was already blazing a trail beside her. <br><br>And while she waited to see the effect of her words and actions, she did not ignore Brett or Lauren, giving them a little raise of her eyebrows and the hint of a conspiratorial smile, her gaze returned to Gabriel and lingered there, giving him the treatment that she suspected Brett was more used to, a dark, sleek cat biding her time at the grassland's edge, stretching out a paw just to give herself a little taste of how it would feel to pounce.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>25-09-2018, 00:39:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett</strong> had heard the squeak from his friend when he'd approached the women, but he had had his mind set on at least trying with them, the dark haired one drew him in he had to admit, thought the long, sexy legs of the blonde were doing their damnedest to split his attention, however, having introduced them he could almost feel Gabe tense up behind him, and when he started talking Brett's slipped ever so slightly...&nbsp; Poor, poor Gabriel...&nbsp; Not that he'd allow anyone to laugh at him, Brett wouldn't have had that, but it was with a slightly pained smile he listened to his friend stumble over his words as he tried to introduce himself, then correct himself, then correct himself again.<br><br>Brett smiled at the women, as though there was nothing wrong, as though his friend wasn't self-combusting behind him, but rather than shoot him a death ray look Brett turned and offered a smile of encouragement, this kind of thing was not Gabe's fortay, that much was for certain, but in his defense he recovered well enough, maybe not smoothly...but well enough. Thankfully the women either seemed not to notice, or were expecting someone as young as Gabe and he to come apart like he did, and, thankfully again, he picked the ball up from where he'd fumbled it and bolted with it for the end zone, however, a glance back at the ladies made Brett realize as much as he'd like to get to know the dark haired woman more as intriguing as her looks and intensity had been, he couldn't help but think that Gabe could benefit from a dose of that woman's confidence, that woman's intensity, her sass, and before Gabe could move to sit next to Lauren he tapped Gabe's leg lightly with his foot...<br><br>The briefest of looks passed between them, and then he was pulling the seat out that he had had his hand on next to Monica, letting his friend sit there as the dark haired woman introduced them and, if wonders would never cease, she played into Gabe's hands so sweetly that he realized his friend was probably in good hands... With Gabe handled he stepped over towards Lauren and, flashing her a smile and questioning glance to make sure the offer of the seat was still open, he settled next to get and extended his hand to her.<br><br>"Pleasure to meet you Lauren..." he said giving a firm, but not overly aggressive squeeze of her hand as his thumb gently swept over the back of her hand, a light caress. She was beautiful, to be sure, and her legs....well....they made him wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around his waist or his neck as he made her cry out with pleasure... Perhaps how they'd feel as he held onto them as he thrust into her from behind... All manner of possibilities were springing to mind as he let his thumb play over the back of her hand once more, their hands never having quite parted.<br><br>Gabe seemed to be back in his comfort zone finally, as much due to Monica, Brett suspected, as anything else as he cast a glance over at them while Gabe answered for both of them... Brett refrained from giving his full name though, because as far as he was concerned this was an adventure, nothing more, though the way Monica put it sounded far more exciting than the words he himself might have used...<br><br>"So you're both here for some...adventure?" he asked then, letting her pull her hand back if she wanted, he tilted his head slightly, the smile disarming, charming even as he let his gaze trace over her beautiful features. Gabe had already hinted that they were staying just out of town and told them where they were from, but as he thought about it the way Lauren had used an old line in response to his had made him smile.<br><br>He glanced over at Monica as she mentioned they'd only had appetizers and with look back at Lauren he spoke again, "So, are you still hungry?&nbsp; What are you hungry for?" It wasn't subtle, he knew, but he was wondering just how hungry the women were for food.... Or whether they were more hungry for something else....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>26-09-2018, 16:43:48</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><br>Lauren watched with wide eyes as the dark one -- Brett -- maneuvered Gabe into the seat next to Monica and took the seat beside her himself.&nbsp; She had no idea how it had happened, either.&nbsp; Did Monica give him some kind of a signal?&nbsp; However it had happened, Brett was sitting next to her, his hand out,and she automatically slid her hand into his.&nbsp; It was big and warm, and his thumb slid over the back of her fingers.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>It was the most sensual touch that Lauren had experienced in years.&nbsp; Maybe in her whole life.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Pleasure to meet you, too, Brett,” she answered, staring at their joined hands, not quite able to bring her eyes up to meet his.<br>&nbsp; <br>Sex with Richard had been a high point in their relationship in the beginning.&nbsp; He wasn’t her first, but those few early encounters had been hasty, fumbling, and unsatisfying.&nbsp; Richard, more experienced, was the only man she had ever slept with since their marriage; sex had suddenly become exciting and fulfilling…&nbsp; and, eventually, inevitably, routine and perfunctory.&nbsp; It happened; it was the natural course of things, she supposed.&nbsp; The pressures of children and work had taken precedence over great sex, and most nights they were too tired to think of anything but sleep.&nbsp; Lauren’s own desires and urges were sublimated into motherhood, home, and being a good wife.&nbsp; She had never looked elsewhere; and if Richard had, she didn’t know about it and didn’t want to.<br>&nbsp; <br>And now, after years of unremarkable sex with both her and Richard reaching orgasm but not much more, she had this fabulous male specimen, half her age and full of charisma, sitting next to her, holding her hand.<br>&nbsp; <br>This was ridiculous.&nbsp; This wasn’t her.&nbsp; In a few more years, if everything went well, she would be a grandmother, for God’s sake!&nbsp; What business did she have fooling around with this college student?&nbsp; Especially THIS college student?&nbsp; Wasn’t he much more Monica’s type?&nbsp; The shy, blonde one -- Gabe -- was probably much more Lauren’s…. <br>&nbsp; <br>Wait.&nbsp; Wait a minute.&nbsp; Why was she thinking this way, anyway?&nbsp; Why was she counting herself out?&nbsp; For that matter, why had she spent so many years counting herself out to begin with?&nbsp; She had loved her husband, she had been faithful to him, but he was gone, and he had taken himself out of her life in the cruellest way she could imagine.<br>&nbsp; <br>Didn’t the universe owe her something?<br>&nbsp; <br>Lauren let her eyes trail away from their hands, and she turned towards him in her chair.&nbsp; She let her gaze roam slowly up his body: the broad chest, the wide shoulders, up to the confident, almost arrogant grin and the eyes that were so full of speculation.&nbsp; She left her hand in his, and let herself admit how good it felt.&nbsp; Her eyes held his, smiling, and she felt a sense of fun filling her.&nbsp; And, yes, adventure.&nbsp; <br><br>She was beginning to envision something else filling her, and she could feel her heart rate going up.<br><br>Across the table, Monica was working her magic on Gabriel.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was holding his hand in much the same way that Brett was holding her own; and she had turned her remarkable eyes on the younger man.&nbsp; Monica was beautiful and exotic where Lauren was pretty, voluptuous where Lauren was slim; but her looks weren’t her primary asset.&nbsp; Monica could enthrall with just the steady, unwavering regard in her eyes.&nbsp; She should have been a police interrogator, or a spy.&nbsp; &nbsp;There wasn’t a man on earth who could withstand the weight of her full, focused attention.&nbsp; Perhaps sensing Lauren’s gaze, Monica glanced at her briefly, meeting her eyes with a quirk of her eyebrow and just the smallest ghost of a smile; then she returned her attention to Gabriel.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was like a green light, and Lauren smiled.&nbsp; Sliding her fingers through Brett’s, she leaned towards him, letting him have a view down the top button of her blouse -- not as curvaceous as Monica’s, but still tight and high.&nbsp; She picked out an oyster from the plate, and fed it to him with a mischievous light in her eyes; then took another for herself, swallowing it in a luscious pool of butter and hot sauce. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>“We’re from Maryland,” she answered, lifting her fingertips to her mouth and sucking them clean, one by one, her eyes still on his.&nbsp; Some sense of caution whispered to her not to give them their hometown.&nbsp; &nbsp;She lifted her beer to her lips and sipped, her gaze never wavering.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>“We’ve only had appetizers,” she said, with a playful smile.&nbsp; “How about you guys?&nbsp; &nbsp;Do you feel like eating?”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>She hadn’t felt so… so <em>wicked</em> in years.&nbsp; Maybe in her whole life.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>28-09-2018, 01:45:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div>The risk that either of the women were going to laugh at his misfortune was now done with and he was very glad that it was. He could certainly take being laughed <strong>with</strong>, but not at. As it was, Monica had skillfully put his mind at ease about his faux pas with a very clever, and not all that subtle flirtatious remark that had him chuckling and responding quietly back with "Very wise too, you can never be too careful about statements made by complete strangers now can you? Very wise indeed."<br><br>She'd taken his offered hand and instead of shaking was now... caressing it. That was not all that subtly flirtatious as well. He looked down at it and then back into her eyes as she explained that they had just got in today as well. She repeated his name back to him.<br><br><em>“Gabriel.&nbsp; You don’t mind if I use your full name, do you?&nbsp; I love the way it rolls off the tongue. As for what we’re doing here … we’re on an adventure.”</em><br><br>Gabe was still working out a very clever reply about how he loved how his name rolled off <strong>her</strong> tongue but he wasn't - yet - confident enough to say that back to her. The second the moment passed, of course, he realized that an opportunity had been missed and he'd not get the chance to say it later most likely. Damn. Well then, that was the last opportunity he was going to miss. This situation was the very definition of a low risk environment. Both women seemed to be looking for exactly what he and Brett were looking for. If they got what they all seemed to want then that was great, if they didn't then none of them were really spending all that much emotional capital on a long-term relationship now where they? These two were almost the first two women that he and Brett had laid eyes on in Key West. There were literally hundreds of others here besides them, if something here didn't work out.<br><br>Something brushed his leg. He looked at Monica - easy really since he wasn't actively looking anywhere else at the moment - and she held his gaze with the barest of curl of her lip into a Mona Lisa-type smile. So it had been no accident then. He moved his leg in the direction that her foot had gone giving her another moment of contact with his leg. He'd felt what she'd done and he wanted to signal that he approved.<br><br><em>"So you're both here for some...adventure?"</em> Brett asked <em>"So, are you still hungry?&nbsp; What are you hungry for?"</em> <br><br>Gabe marvelled at how easily his friend managed to match the women's suggestive tone. He could only think of saying something like that once the moment had passed. Lauren answered first by saying where they were from, but then tossing the ball squarely back at him and Brett.<br><br><em>“We’ve only had appetizers, How about you guys?&nbsp; &nbsp;Do you feel like eating?”</em> Lauren said.<br><br>Gabe looked at Lauren and her bewitching smile. Then he moved back to glance at Monica and her Mona Lisa one. Any moment now he felt like she'd raise an eyebrow at him. Everyone else had spoken up and now it was his turn.<br><br>"We've not eaten, no, and I certainly <strong>could</strong> eat. I put some steaks and stuff to defrost back at our place.... If that's of interest to you at all."<br><br>He'd actually quite impressed himself with that remark. He <strong>had</strong> put some steaks out to defrost, and they <strong>had</strong> stopped off at a supermarket for some vegetables before parking up at the Worst Western. If the women were up for some actual food - and that was to be debated at this point - then he and Brett had ample means to satisfy them as well as having the pair of them entirely to themselves in a much quieter environment than a bar with a hundred guys just like he and Brett lined up behind them hoping they'd screw something up. It was a bold offer, but he'd just told himself that this was low risk and so why not try it? Subtlety seemed so last year at this point anyway unless he was massively misreading things.<br><br>He found his hand had sought out Monica's again and she didn't resist. The thing she'd done before with her thumb on the 'V' between his thumb and forefinger was hugely enjoyable without being 'rip your clothes off' erotic. He hoped that she'd do it again for a short while. He hoped that Monica would do a lot more to him too that was on a wide spectrum of 'not' all the way up to 'rip your clothes off' erotic. Her eyes seemingly refused to wander too far away from him as well and it was starting to get rather mesmerizing.<br><br>"Maryland?" He continued, giving them both time to decide whether they were ready to trust two cock-sure young guys they'd only just met. "Well heavens we're practically neighbours. I'm surprised I've not seen you both before today - and I'm sure I would have remembered you both if I had. What part?"<br><br>Of course he was being ridiculous. It was like someone asking a Brit if they knew the Queen but it kept the conversation going and gave them both something to latch onto if they wanted to side-step his offer of cooking them dinner if they didn't want to take him up on it.&nbsp; He hoped they named somewhere well known in Maryland though, since it might fall flat if they both come from some tiny town with three hundred people living in it that no one had ever heard of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>28-09-2018, 23:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>For Monica, the moment had narrowed to encompass the four of them, and their table.<br><br>In some ways, she supposed, her shopping habits were the most masculine thing about her, and it frustrated some of the women of her circle to no end.&nbsp; When she went into a store, whether it be shopping for an outfit, a new computer, a piece of art, or a piece of jewelry, it didn't take her very long as she usually had a mental list of what she wanted, and as soon as she'd run down that checklist, she was ready to close the deal.&nbsp; There was no hemming and hawing, and she didn't need to try four or five different ones on our out for size.&nbsp; <br><br>The same went, she supposed, when she was looking for someone to help her scratch an itch.&nbsp; On this trip, it was pretty simple -- young, horny, reasonably good looking, and intelligent and articulate enough not to spoil the first three points.&nbsp; In Brett and Gabriel, she figured the bases were covered.&nbsp; Deal closed, save some hiccup with last-minute disclosure on the final point, or if Lauren couldn't be convinced.&nbsp; This was a girl's weekend, after all, and she had no intention of letting Lauren miss the opportunity, if she could help it.<br><br>Though from the look of things, that wasn't going to be a problem.<br><br>Monica turned her attention back to Gabriel, who was reaffirming her original thought that the quiet ones could be hell on wheels warmed up.&nbsp; He may not have had a witty retort to her little tease about his name, the way that Brett would have, but he responded quite well to physical stimulus, moving his leg to follow her foot -- as clear an invitation to keep going as she needed.<br><br>And, given a little encouragement, or at least any lack of discouragement from anyone, he found his voice and put it to good use, turning the question of food into an invitation, cutting off chosen prey from the herd ... and from other predators as well.<br><br>Monica leaned forward, tilting her head so that her whisper could be both heard and felt by her target.&nbsp; <em>"Well, done." </em> It was, perhaps, as much a purr as a whisper, warm vibrations against his ear that heated her lips, and her sense of adventure.&nbsp; She emphasized it with another caress of her foot, and another brush of her thumb over the vulnerable webbing, a spot more intimate than others on the hand.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Practically.&nbsp; I keep hearing that it's a small world.&nbsp; We're from Baltimore." </em> Given that the city had a population of well over half a million people, she wasn't worried about stalkers based on such scanty information.&nbsp; And if somebody wanted to tell her almost-ex-husband, she'd gladly provide his Facebook and Twitter information.&nbsp; Hell, if the details were juicy enough, she might even post them herself.&nbsp; <em>"I don't think we've met before - we'd have given you reason to remember. "</em><br><br>She did raise her eyebrows with that, and her little, crooked smile almost dripped with the confidence she infused into the claim, which challenged them to make sure they'd have something to remember as well.<br><br><em>"So ... you guys have a house?&nbsp; That's nice - we were hoping for a place on the beach, but this was sort of a windfall celebration kind of thing." </em> Monica moved their joined hands beneath the table, and maneuvered so that Gabriel's hand was resting, back down, on her skirt.&nbsp; Well, partly on her skirt, and the rest on the bare skin of her leg.&nbsp; Monica liked the look and feel of hose, normally, but in Florida, on spring break?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Monica didn't find it surprising that two young guys on the make had finagled a house.&nbsp; Between relatives and time shares, if she thought of it at all, she supposed it belonged to one of their families, and that held a whole other level of nostalgic naughtiness that she found quite tempting.<br><br><em>"What do you think, Lauren?&nbsp; It sounds like fun to me ... a lot of fun."</em><br><br>Not that she really cared what they ate, but if the guys did have a house, on the beach or not, where they could cook steaks, it might help Lauren ease into things better than inviting the guys back to their hotel room.&nbsp; Monica, herself, felt almost like a teenager in the moment herself, except she knew exactly what she wanted and had a pretty good idea of how to get it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt invincible, in control of the situation, of her destiny, of her body, and the worst she could think of happening ... or the best ... was some kinky sex, involving two, three, or four of them at any given time.<br><br>Hopefully a lot of it. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>29-09-2018, 05:57:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett Callaghan</strong><br><br>Brett smiled as his touch drew Lauren's full attention, she spoke in response to his introduction but at first her eyes never left their hands and he felt a thrill pass through him at that, and unable to stop himself he passed his thumb over the smooth skin of the back of her hand once more. Monica might have been more exotic and full of attitude, but something about this leggy blonde's almost enthrallment at such a simple touch made him want to show all the other ways he could touch her to give her pleasure, as he was finding he wanted to see just how intense a reaction he could get from her...<br><br>Then her gaze finally found it's way from their hands and wandered slowly up his body as she turned towards him as little, letting him see more of her figure, and he felt that thrill pass through him once more, he knew he could be arrogant, but he also knew he could make her night...if not longer if they played their cards right, and if she was happy....he could be very happy... Just as that thought crossed his mind her eyes found his and he saw the excitement in their depths as she smiled at him, the slightly cocky smile started to creep up just a little on his lips as he held her gaze, imagining just how he could make her cry out with pleasure...<br><br>She glanced away and Brett took the opportunity to let his gaze drop, taking in those long legs so near his and imagined them hooked over his shoulders as he thrust into her, or his hands spreading them wide as he tasted her, or her on her knees, her body bent forward leaving those beautiful legs thrusting her ass in the air as he took her from behind...&nbsp; God she was turning him on!&nbsp; He glanced up the next moment as she and Monica shared a glance and her attention returned to him, and it was then she leaned forwards giving him a much better view of those high and tight breasts, and as sure of himself as he was he couldn't tear his gaze away from her.<br><br>Then she surprised him... He caught her movement as she reached for something, but then found her presenting him with an oyster intent upon feeding it to him, and his breath caught a little as he opened his mouth for her. Her slipping the oyster into his mouth might have been erotic enough, but she took it a little further with her fingertips teasing into his mouth just a little so that as his mouth closed over the oyster he was able to suck gently on her fingertips before she withdrew them, the glint of mischief in her eyes urging him on as he swallowed the succulent bite...<br><br>When she then fed herself and sucked her fingertips clean, her eyes locked on him, it all served to be one of the most sensual moments he'd ever experienced, and he found he was getting well past being just turned on, he was getting downright hard to the point he was wondering whether she could see the effect she was having on him! In fact she had momentarily blown his mind to the point when she asked about food, he didn't have an immediate answer...<br><br>Gabe, the sly dog, responded before he could with the perfect answer and he had to say he was impressed, giving the ladies an offer of food if they wished and an invitation to a more private venue, and the exotic Monica picked up on it without losing her stride tossing the decision over to Lauren to make the call. Not to be outdone and feeling his hardening arousal throbbing with interest, he shifted the hand that held hers slightly so that his fingertips could move to caress over the inside of her wrist teasingly, while his thumb drew a circle over the back of her hand.<br><br>His free hand reached for another oyster, having noted how she had liked hers setup, and gently offered it to her, slipping it past her lips as she had him, as the tip of his tongue appeared to moisten his own, imagining his lips pressing against hers, his tongue delving into her mouth, as he finally found his words. "I've got a fast car just down the street, could get us to our house pretty quickly..." he said as he smiled at her, his gaze taking a moment to trail down her body, taking her in before he added playfully, his gaze finding hers once more, "And though there's no beach, we do have a private pool and hot tub..." he said, the mischief in her eyes shared in his now as he imagined the beautiful woman before him skinny dipping with him... Oh the fun to be had! And if things led to a threesome or foursome......well.....he wouldn't complain... In fact....far from it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>01-10-2018, 17:42:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><br>Lauren listened to the casual banter going on around her, fueled by Monica’s sultry, hypersexual glances and the purr of her voice.&nbsp; She had both the boys eating out of her hand, and even Lauren’s own lame contributions seemed to have caught and held Brett’s attention.&nbsp; It was so unexpected, so incongruous, that she was a little afraid to open her mouth for fear that she’d giggle, or say something totally stupid, or break the spell.&nbsp; When he picked up the oyster and fed it to her, her heart and her stomach started somersaulting, quivering with excitement; and in a moment of inspired courage -- or maybe simple one-upsmanship -- she caught his hand in hers and held it to her mouth.&nbsp; With her eyes locked to his, she slowly sucked each of his fingers clean before letting his hand go, with a wink and a soft sigh.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>And all the while, she was asking herself: <em>What in the world has gotten in to you?&nbsp; Who are you, and what have you done with Lauren Embry?</em><br>&nbsp; <br>She knew perfectly well what Monica expected to find for herself in Key West, and she knew perfectly well that Monica intended for Lauren to find it, too.&nbsp; Monica was such a great friend, so big-hearted, such a force of nature!&nbsp; &nbsp;When she talked about the possibilities, Lauren could actually believe that some handsome, unattached man or even a college aged boy would be attracted not just to Monica, but to Lauren herself.&nbsp; But when she was alone in her bedroom packing her bags in front of her dresser, or -- far worse -- standing under the harsh fluorescent lights in the airport restroom, Lauren could see all the lines that were starting to form around her mouth.&nbsp; Every wrinkle over her carefully manicured eyebrows..&nbsp; Every bluish-grey shadow under her eyes.&nbsp; It was the face of a respectable matron, someone who hosted elegant dinner parties and chaired arts committees.&nbsp; Seriously.&nbsp; Who would look at Lauren and think she was sexually desirable? <br>&nbsp; <br>To her astonishment -- Brett would.&nbsp; And the truly stunning part was that he had actually looked both of them over, and had chosen to sit beside her.&nbsp; He still held her hand, and all that wonderful charisma and attention was focused on her.&nbsp; On her!&nbsp; She was almost afraid to move, in case she somehow shattered the moment.&nbsp; She sat staring up at him, a winsome smile on her face; she wanted to let her eyes roam over his body; tall, broad of shoulder, narrow of hip…&nbsp; with tight jeans that didn’t leave much to the imagination.&nbsp; She just couldn’t manage to drop her gaze.<br>&nbsp; <br>She was still smiling up at him when the conversation turned to steaks at their house, and she could barely believe it was happening.&nbsp; Their house?&nbsp; Well, family house, surely.&nbsp; A house with a pool and a hot tub.&nbsp; A house with bedrooms.&nbsp; There should be all kinds of warning bells going off in her head, but rather to her astonishment, there wasn’t a sound.&nbsp; Not a single breath of caution.&nbsp; Not a frisson of alarm.<br>&nbsp; <br>Nothing but the tingle at the apex of her thighs, and the butterflies fluttering madly in her stomach.<br>&nbsp; <br>How often did you hear about the terrible things that happened to women who got into cars with strange men?&nbsp; It was reckless, dangerous.&nbsp; Even suicidal.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then, what about all the women who got into cars with strange men, and nothing bad happened?&nbsp; Just wonderful, fabulous, semi-anonymous sex?&nbsp; That had to happen sometimes too.&nbsp; Otherwise, why would women get into cars with strange men to begin with?<br>&nbsp;<br>Lauren knew she was justifying a bad decision.&nbsp; She knew, and she didn’t care.&nbsp; In the morning, she knew, she might wake up and find herself drowning in guilt and remorse.&nbsp; She knew, and she didn’t care.&nbsp; Brett, and his thumb stroking her fingers, and the whole situation -- who could say no to this?&nbsp; Who wouldn’t want to feel this way?&nbsp; Young again, desired again, alive and quivering and so wet with eager desire that she was almost afraid to stand up?<br>&nbsp; <br>When would she ever have this again?&nbsp; Or more to the point. when had she ever had it before?&nbsp; Lauren was the Good Girl, the reliable one, the one you called when you couldn't get away from work to pick up your kids, or the one who called meetings to order so that work could be done, decisions could be made.&nbsp; When had she ever, in all her life, been brave enough to do exactly what she wanted?&nbsp; She had always been the faithful adoring wife; the doting, dependable mother; the supportive friend who held your hand when your life fell apart and drove you to the doctor when you had an abortion, and never told a soul.<br>&nbsp; <br>But when in her entire adult life had she done what exactly what she wanted to do, without concern for how it would affect anyone else?&nbsp; Well, she wasn't a wife any more, and her children were out of the nest and beginning to fly.&nbsp; If they fell, they didn't even want her to catch them, and as hard as it was, Lauren had let go of them, so that they could learn from their own mistakes instead of from cautionary tales of mistakes she had made herself.<br>&nbsp; <br>This might be a mistake.&nbsp; It might be a BIG mistake, to want this so badly -- <em>this</em> -- the feel of Brett's powerful body between her thighs, driving himself into her body; the sensation of her... of her...&nbsp; of <em>herself</em> pulsing and throbbing and already slick and ready for him.&nbsp; It might be a mistake to get in the car with these two boys and go off with them to who knows where.&nbsp; It might all be a terrible mistake, and even if it was, it was going to be the most magnificent mistake of her life, and she was going to do it anyway.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>She looked across the table at Monica with a conspiratorial smile.&nbsp; She gave Gabriel a long, slow once-over, her eyes glowing with appreciation…&nbsp; and she turned her attention back to Brett.&nbsp; This time, she let her gaze slowly roam over his body: muscular, strong, lean without being thin, a substantial frame with not an ounce of fat.&nbsp; Her delight in him -- her sheer physical wanting of him -- was surely obvious to everyone, even the businessmen across the room who were still sitting at the bar, drowning in envy.&nbsp; Dear God, why was she hesitating?&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Lauren rested her left elbow on the table, and she let her eyes drift up to Brett’s again.&nbsp; She looked at him thoughtfully, as though she were actually thinking of saying No, and ran one slow fingertip lightly along the bow of her lower lip.&nbsp; Her right hand turned in his, and she stroked the crease of his palm with her two middle fingers.<br>&nbsp; <br>“A fast car, steaks, a hot tub…. ?” she said, and she could hear the desire in her own unsteady voice, thick and husky.&nbsp; “Why, that sounds just delightful, doesn’t it, Monica?”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>02-10-2018, 04:42:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"Well, done."</em> she said and he felt like he could almost have lost himself there and then in the seafood bar from nothing more than two whispered words into his ear. Two words. Two words from a woman he'd known barely five minutes and he already thought that he was in love.<br><br>Well alright, not <strong>love</strong> exactly, but certainly lust. Oh yes, a whole boat-load of lust. He'd never before experienced someone with quite so much oozing sexuality as Monica seemed to have and it was quite an experience. He was in love with the lust he was in with her. He stopped himself from giggling stupidly - what he wanted to do right now - and instead just nodded solemnly. Oh, and he rubbed his leg against her foot again. She rewarded him for doing that by pulling his hand under the table and onto her thigh.<br><br><em>"So ... you guys have a house?&nbsp; That's nice - we were hoping for a place on the beach, but this was sort of a windfall celebration kind of thing."</em><br><br>He let Brett explain about the house because he was more than likely to admit that it wasn't theirs or something and that he'd really just wanted to see if the eight ohm capacitor thing was actually a thing. Brett, of course, didn't let on that it wasn't their house because he wasn't a doofus. <em> "I've got a fast car just down the street, could get us to our house pretty quickly..."</em> See, that kind of thing just never occurred to Gabe to say at all. <br><br><em>“A fast car, steaks, a hot tub…. ? Why, that sounds just delightful, doesn’t it, Monica?”</em><br><br>Gabe grinned at that. For the second time tonight he was really enjoying it that a plan had come together.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~</span></span></strong></div><br>"Hmm? The Best Western parking lot? Well, um, it just looked a little better lit than the public lot and anyway there was a space and no one bothered us." He was winging it and probably making a total hash of it as well. He was walking alongside Monica and Brett was walking with Lauren over from the bar up the street. After an awkward moment or two he'd slipped an arm around Monica's waist and had kept it there ever since. He liked the way she felt under his hand as she moved; it was kind of like a sway, never too extreme but never 'just' a walk either. He wondered whether she was a dancer or something. Maybe he'd ask her about that later on. For the moment he didn't want to say anything stupid and have the whole crazy idea come crashing down around his ears.<br><br>"Shall we get in the back?" He asked Monica. Of course the sensible thing would have been for the two women to get in the back together and for he and Brett to be in the front. He was rather glad that 'sensible' seemed to be having the night off tonight though. Brett bleeped the alarm off and Gabe pulled the door open for Monica. He held her hand so that she could get in and he pointedly didn't oggle anything as she did so. Instead he looked over to Brett to raise an eyebrow that things were going so well.<br><br>It was a bit of a tight squeeze to get into the back seat with just one door and the bucket front seats weren't helping. Monica managed it, however, and a squeeze of his hand from her had him turning back from looking over at Brett to look at her. He gave <strong>her</strong> a squeeze then to signal that he was going to let go so that he could walk around to the other side and get in on that side when, instead of her letting go, she yanked him smartly towards her and into the rear seat with her.<br><br>"Ooop!" He cried at the surprise yank. She'd caught him totally off balance and he was powerless to do anything other than exactly as she'd intended for him to do - which was collapse in a heap essentially on her lap.<br><br>"I.. Oh crap. I'm so. Oops. Beg your, um.. That... Did not mean to... Was that your...? Oh Jeez..."<br><br>Technically he was 'in' the back seat. He was certainly inside the rear of the vehicle but he was sprawled across Monica's lap, face down, with his lap on her lap. He pushed himself up and that was when the real trouble started. Wherever he was pressing was <strong>her</strong>. She was ever so soft. Well, the parts that he seemed to be pressing against were soft. Most of them were under material, at least, so there was that but he wasn't really supposed to be touching any of them quite like this. He decided to power through it, right himself and turn around as quickly as possible. It was ungainly and he was taking liberties but it would be over soon and he could apologize properly again. Profusely. Yes indeed, profusely.<br><br>He got most of the way with righting himself, pressing against her as he did so when her hand somehow managed to slide on top of his hand, trapping his in place. That part was the softest part yet that he'd accidentally pushed against.<br><br>"Oh Jeez." He said again, now realizing exactly what it was that he was touching of hers. It was very definitely soft but there was a little bud that was pert and firm and pressing into his palm; more strongly now because of her hand pressing against his. He turned his head and his eyes locked on Monica's. Again it was her eyes that were completely mesmerizing. She should have been mad at him. Hell, she should have been furious at him. Instead she was just looking at him calmly as he had his hand on her breast.<br><br>"I could have done that a little more smoothly couldn't I?" He offered as commentary on his entrance. He pulled his hand off her breast now and she didn't stop him. He turned quickly and pulled the door shut behind him. He turned back to Monica and looked at her again. If she was going to slap him, now was the time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>03-10-2018, 20:20:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>Monica was, truthfully, a bit surprised, but delighted.&nbsp; She'd expected more hesitation from Lauren, and more time needed to break down convention.&nbsp; After all, there had been a time when she'd been content to stay in the mold, until she figured out that the people who cast the mold only intended it to shape others, never themselves.&nbsp; &nbsp;The first time had been the hardest, and she'd chickened out once or twice before taking that first plunge into the deep end ... but then again, she hadn't had somebody like her right there offering living proof that it was okay to do what you wanted, and it was fine to want what other people said you shouldn't.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all, weren't both their marriages living proof of that?&nbsp; And who was going to be hurt or care if they picked up, or were picked up by, a couple of kids almost young enough to be their children?&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Nobody, that's who ... <br><br>There were risks, but there were risks in any relationship.&nbsp; She'd seen stories on the news and in documentaries about women her age who'd met guys in places that seemed innocuous - church, the grocery store, the fucking library - and had dated for weeks and months, only to find out that seemingly respectable guy was a con-artist.&nbsp; There was no shortage of warnings about all the terrible things that could happen simply from getting out of bed, much less taking a shower. <br><br><em>"It does sound delightful ... "</em><br><br>No sooner had she voiced her agreement, her smile mirroring Gabriel's, almost as if they were co-conspirators and had cooked up the plan between them, than they were being escorted out with only enough delay for Monica to pay the check, which she did without fanfare or any pause to allow for argument.&nbsp; &nbsp;She and Gabe followed Brett and Lauren, and Gabe was definitely still living up to Monica's expectations about the quiet one.&nbsp; &nbsp; Oh, he was a bit nervous -- she could tell -- but he was certainly willing to try.&nbsp; The split in the pairing seemed to be working well, perhaps better than well.&nbsp; Gabe's eagerness was rather adorable, and Monica found she rather liked playing the aggressor.&nbsp; <br><br>This was fun.&nbsp; As he looked over at his friend after helping her into the back seat, Monica's mouth quirked into a grin, and her fingers slid higher in the hand that still held hers, and fingers closed around the wrist.&nbsp; A good yank, and just as she'd intended, Gabriel came tumbling into the back with her.&nbsp; It might have worked better had he been facing in another direction, but she was quite happy with the way it turned out, and he'd been reflexive enough, and gentleman enough, to catch himself with his free hand."<br><br>As he tried to get up, his body pressed against hers in several interesting places, and all the places he wasn't quite bold enough to stare at were at eye level while he tried to extricate himself while she smothered her grin.&nbsp; His hand on her breast felt warm, strong, and quite nice, and for a moment she could tell that he was enjoying the accidental grope as much as she did, before realization struck and he started apologizing, even if he sounded more awe-struck than truly regretful.&nbsp; He also looked as if he expected her to knee him in the groin or perhaps deliver a slap straight out of a golden age movie.&nbsp; Instead, she just smiled and watched as he straightened himself, and slid over so he could sit upright in the seat beside her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I could have done that a little more smoothly, couldn't I?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>"I don't know,"</em> she demurred, sparing a glance to see how Brett and Lauren were getting on, but mostly just leaving them to it.&nbsp; <em>"It felt pretty nice to me, for a start.&nbsp; But we can practice all you like."</em><br><br>Monica kept her eyes on his face, wondering when it was going to sink all the way in.&nbsp; He seemed like a nice guy, and she'd bet he expected to have to inch his way into getting laid, all the right moves, all the right inducements.&nbsp; Maybe he'd never found himself with a woman who wanted to be fucked, plain and simple, rather than wooed.&nbsp; A little romance was nice, to smooth out the rough edges, but she'd already made her decision.&nbsp; Unless Gabe himself called a halt to it, he was getting laid ... and so was she.&nbsp; Preferably sooner rather than later, so there'd be time for seconds, and dessert, a midnight snack, and a morning pick-me-up as well.<br><br>There was definitely something about the prospect that made her feel like a teenager again ... a very horny teenager.<br><br><em>"Relax, sweetheart.&nbsp; I don't bite."</em><br><br>That was loud enough for the other two to hear, but Monica leaned in until her lips were again close to his ear.&nbsp; She whispered, as her hand slid up and down over his bicep, <em>"Unless you want me to.&nbsp; Do <strong>you</strong> ... want me to, Gabriel?"</em><br><br>Maybe it was a bit mean, but she was really enjoying putting the heat to his shyness, and seeing it start to dissipate around the edges.&nbsp; &nbsp;Brett probably wouldn't have batted an eye, but Gabe didn't seem to be used to it, and in a way, that might make Monica his 'first'.&nbsp; Every man, or woman, deserved to be treated like they were about to be devoured ... at least once, if not often.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>03-10-2018, 23:17:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett Callaghan</strong><br><br>Brett hadn't thought it could get much more erotic, much more sexual, in such a public setting, than it had already done, and oh how he had been wrong...&nbsp; He felt, before he saw, her hand slip into and around his, the hand he was using to feed her the oyster, and felt her grip tighten ever so slightly, urging his hand to stay where it had been, so close to her lips having slipped the oyster past them into her hot mouth...and then, her eyes locked with his, she slowly sucked each finger clean....<br><br>He felt his body tighten immediately, his arousal already getting uncomfortable in his jeans only increased, hitting somewhere above the tenfold line as he felt her tongue teasing around each finger, felt her lips sliding down then up each, sealing around his finger enveloping it in her hot, wet mouth, and all the time her eyes were locked on his...&nbsp; His breath caught in his throat and he had to swallow, it had to be the single more erotic thing he had ever experienced, and he had thought that when <em>she</em> fed [/i]him[/i] the oyster...<br><br>The hand holding hers near their laps had tightened slightly before he'd forced it to relax, his fingertips returning to the gentle caressing path along with the sweep of his thumb, while he found himself shifting on the seat slightly from the sudden increase in pressure at his crotch...&nbsp; Monica might have been more to his taste upon first glance, confident, oozing sexuality, but right now he only had eyes on Lauren, seemingly so innocent compared to Monica she nevertheless knew how to turn a man on, and goddamn if Brett wasn't hard for her right then.<br><br>He didn't know what it had been that had drawn them to approach these two, he only knew he couldn't be happier with the results and, considering they were very much in public and being observed by the men who hadn't had the balls to approach Lauren and Monica, he was becoming more anxious to take these women somewhere more...private...as he wanted to indulge them for as much as they seemed to want him and Gabe, as much as Gabe and he wanted them! He had no idea what Lauren thought about herself, all he saw was this beautiful, long legged blonde who was teasing him to the point of distraction and, as playful as she seemed to be even if a little cautious, or perhaps shy, he was wanting more and more to see just how wild she might become with the right encouragement.<br><br>Even so, as much as she'd pushed his buttons whether knowingly or not, she seemed to hesitate just a fraction before finally agreeing that a fast car, steaks, and a hot tub sounded good as her fingertips drifted over the palm of his hand sending tingles up his arm, a shiver of pleasure down his back and a pulse through his hard, straining cock. With the decision made though they all got up to leave, Monica paying the bill before Brett could interject that it was on him, and soon enough they were walking down the street the couple of blocks to where he'd parked.<br><br>Gabe was talking, explaining why they were parked down the street and he let him have it, it was his way of dealing with things when he was nervous and Monica, it seemed, was quite happy which however he was. For himself his arm slipped around Lauren's waist confidently, drawing her to him as they walked, as tall as he was and with her long legs and heels, she fit neatly against his side and he didn't care want anyone thought. This beautiful blonde who was most definitely a MILF had, in a few touches and flicks of her tongue, teased him to the point he was wondering just what it would feel like having that tongue flicking elsewhere, while also wondering about having her legs wrapped around his waist, or hooked over his shoulder, as he either pounded her into a screaming orgasm, or tasted her as she came for him from the touch of his tongue and fingers...&nbsp; All manner of possibilities were swirling through his mind as they walked and he felt her body against his, his own tightening in response to her closeness.<br><br>When they reached the car he clicked the alarm to turn it off and unlock the classic muscle car as he led Lauren around to the passenger side as Gabe had approached the drivers side. He hadn't yet figured out whether the women would be in the back and the boys would be in the front, or they'd split off, and jsut as Gabe glanced over at him having helped Monica into the back seat it seemed the decision was made as the bolder woman pulled Gabe in with her in the most spectacular way. Brett couldn't help the grin that appeared but, rather than checking he was alright as he figured Gabe was probably well more than just 'alright', he turned and gently pushed Lauren back against the car, her ass against the body just shy of the passenger door and, for a moment, giving her a playful smile, he leaned in, his lips <em>almost</em> brushing hers...<br><br>She could tease, certainly, but so could he, and for just that heartbeat he let her feel the effect she had had on him, how hard he was for her as he pressed gently against her feeling her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard nubs dragging against him through the thin material of her clothes and, just when she might think he was going to kiss her, he spoke... "I'll...get the door for you?" he said softly, having heard Monica's comment about biting which made his playful smile that much more so...&nbsp; With the briefest of touches, his lips teased hers, before his hand moved......to tug open the door as he gently pushed away, stepping back slightly to let her get into the car.<br><br>His gaze dropped slightly and lingered on her lips, before trailing lower, taking her in fully as if this had been the first time he'd seen her, a soft sigh of appreciation escaping his lips, before dragging his gaze slowly back up to lock with her eyes once more...&nbsp; For a moment she seemed to hesitate once more and he leaned forwards again, this time bringing his lips close to her right ear where she could feel the warmth of his breath, hear the quickening of his breathing, "You are so beautiful..." he said softly, honestly, as he tilted his head to nip lightly at her ear...&nbsp; "And I do bite... If you want me to..." he added, feeding off Monica's comment with a teasing grin as he drew back to look her in the eyes once more. He wasn't going to force her....that wasn't who he was...and if she balked and her friend decided to bail as well, it was just how it was, Gabe would get over it, and so would he...though as aroused as he was he couldn't remember wanting anything...<em>anyone</em>....more than he wanted Lauren right then...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>07-10-2018, 17:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"I don't know, It felt pretty nice to me, for a start.&nbsp; But we can practice all you like... Relax, sweetheart. I don't bite."</em><br><br>He removed his hand from her breast as she explained that he wasn't going to be tossed from the back-seat before the journey had already begun. He grinned at her suggestion that it had been a good start but that more practice was required. He thought so too. He looked at the offending hand and wondered whether it really had 'offended' or whether it had just short-cutted a whole lot of stuff that he thought a 'good' person should work through before things got serious. On balance he thought that it was probably the latter.<br><br>He was still pondering on the hand when Monica leaned in and whispered into his ear.<br><br><em>"Unless you want me to.&nbsp; Do you ... want me to, Gabriel?"</em><br><br>It was a flash of instinct that made him do it, but all evidence pointed to it being welcomed, or at least tolerated. He turned his head and kissed her cheek as she pulled back from him, still with that hypnotic and enigmatic semi-smile that seemed to say that she knew everything he was thinking - and thinking of doing - before he did. Well then, he hoped that the chaste (ish) peck on the cheek was at least a little surprising. She was wonderfully soft to kiss and even though he made this discovery every time he kissed a woman it was no less enjoyable to discover it again this time.<br><br>Pulling back, he nodded vociferously. "I do actually. Quite a lot." He told her, grinning a little less nervously than before.<br><br>The car rocked slightly, and he looked to the side to see the second half of the Eden Hotel sign disappear from view as Lauren's back pressed against the side of the car. Brett was moving in for the kill. Good for him. Gabe looked back to Monica now that he was upright and more or less no longer committing a faux-pas. "You're quite a lot of fun aren't you?" He asked her, not really needing her to say anything to know the answer. "I should stop worrying about putting my foot in anything and just roll with it shouldn't I? All bets are off and the normal rules of the game are suspended for Spring Break?"<br><br>In the full spirit of 'rolling with it', since he was nothing if not a quick learner, Gabe leaned in towards Monica and angled his head slightly so that his classically Roman nose didn't boff her nose as he moved to kiss her. He managed it well enough and felt the soft plumpness of her lips press against his. His hand, yes the offending one from before, slid around to her waist since he'd enjoyed that last time as well. His lips stayed pressed against hers for a second or two before he opened his mouth a little bit and willed her to do the same. She was still perfectly able to pull back or push him away but he hoped that she would not. <br><br>He slid his tongue along the top of her lip and flicked it delicately to- and fro- once against the lower front row of her teeth.&nbsp; Satisfied that this had signalled his intent well enough for a first time, he pulled back and gave her as good an approximation of her own enigmatic smile as he could fashion on short notice.<br><br>"Question: Where were you thinking of biting anyway? You know, just so I can prepare."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>09-10-2018, 15:55:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><br>Monica paid the bill without fuss or fanfare, and they walked a couple of blocks down to the boys’ car.&nbsp; Lauren felt Brett’s arm slide around her waist; he pulled her close, his hand slow, lingering on her hip; and Lauren’s stomach tightened in response.&nbsp; Brazen and shameless, she slipped her arm around his waist in return.&nbsp; Her heart was racing, and she felt strangely as though she were in the middle of an out-of-body experience: who are you, and what have you done with Lauren Embry?&nbsp; She didn’t ever behave this way.&nbsp; She didn’t ever feel this way.&nbsp; It didn’t seem real.&nbsp; This couldn’t be happening.&nbsp; She couldn’t really be doing this.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>But when Brett maneuvered her against the car and pressed his body up against hers, the feeling pushed her thoughts back into the here and now.&nbsp; She knew a moment of sheer panic that, quite literally, stopped her breath -- she was letting this boy take her home!&nbsp; What was she thinking?&nbsp; This was how half the episodes of “Criminal Minds” started!<br>&nbsp; <br>She stared up at him, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open; her hands lifted to his chest, and maybe she meant to push him away…&nbsp; but then there was that big, hard bulge in his jeans, and he was pressing it tight up against her stomach.&nbsp; Lauren gasped, a sharp intake of breath, and she started to breathe again.&nbsp; Oh, God!&nbsp; Her nipples were so hard and tight and aching, and when he dragged his chest across her breasts, slow and deliberate, she closed her eyes and groaned softly.&nbsp; Yes, she was a little frightened.&nbsp; Yes, she was a little appalled at herself.&nbsp; But oh, dear God, she wanted this!&nbsp; She wanted to feel the weight of this young, hard body pinning her to the mattress, or the floor, or the kitchen table.&nbsp; She wanted to wrap her legs around those slim, muscular hips and feel him driving that big cock into her.&nbsp; She wanted it more than she wanted to be safe.&nbsp; She needed it more than she needed to breathe.<br>&nbsp; <br>She felt him leaning down to her, and felt his warmth on her cheeks.&nbsp; His breath was brushing her face, as light as a butterfly, and his mouth was just barely not touching hers.&nbsp; Lauren opened her eyes to look up at him, and he was smiling at her playfully, and he said -- something, her mind was so befuddled with want that she couldn’t make out the words.&nbsp; He leaned down to her, and brushed his lips against hers; not quite a kiss, but so sensual and teasing that she shivered against his warm young body.&nbsp; Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, into his hair; she felt his palm slide across her body… and away, as he stepped back slightly to open the door of the car for her.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Again, she felt a flash of panic -- she was on the brink of crossing a line, and they both knew it.&nbsp; If she got in the car with this stranger, it was a promise; one that she had never dared to make before.&nbsp; But his eyes were traveling slowly down her body, taking her in with an admiration and an approval that she hadn’t seen in decades.&nbsp; Monica and Gabriel were already kissing in the back seat, and she could imagine the feel of Brett’s lips, warm on her throat, her breasts, between her thighs...<br>&nbsp; <br>As quickly as it had come over her, the panic faded away, lost in a wave of desire and need that carried away everything but how much she wanted him.<br>&nbsp; <br>"You are so beautiful..." His voice was soft, and he pulled her close again, his teeth nipping gently at her ear. "And I do bite... If you want me to..." <br>&nbsp; <br>Lauren sighed and slid her arms around her waist, pulling his hips tight against hers.&nbsp; Her hips began making slow, gently circles against that big, hard bulge in his jeans, and she touched her lips lightly to his throat.<br>&nbsp; <br>“You can do anything you want to do,” she heard herself say, and her voice was breathy and throbbing with desire.&nbsp; “I want everything.”<br>&nbsp; <br>She looked up at him, and with an innocent smile, she slid her body to one side and pushed open the door to the car.&nbsp; Brett held it for her as she got in, closed it, and went around to take his place behind the wheel.&nbsp; Lauren didn’t bother with the seat belt.&nbsp; She and Monica were going somewhere with two strangers; caution seemed silly on a night like this. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Brett pulled the car into the traffic easily, and took the corner.&nbsp; They were driving parallel to the beach, away from town.&nbsp; The sun was low; the night was coming on, but it wouldn't be dark till past 8:00.&nbsp; Lauren glanced over her shoulder into the back seat, where Monica and Gabriel were still getting to know each other; she turned forward again with a slow grin.&nbsp; It wasn’t a moment for conversation.&nbsp; <br><br>Her heart was still pounding, and it took an effort to calm her breathing.&nbsp; She was an adult woman, for heaven’s sake, not an anxious virgin; why did she feel so heated and so dithery?&nbsp; This was going to happen.&nbsp; Brett wanted her.&nbsp; She made him hard.&nbsp; Okay, any attractive female would probably do that to him, but right now, it was her that was turning him on.&nbsp; Her!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>Lauren turned towards him, a sweet smile on her face, and she reached across the console and set her hand nonchalantly on his leg, high up towards his crotch.&nbsp; She let it rest there for the space of a few excited breaths, and began running her fingernails along the rough denim over his inner thigh.&nbsp; After a few moments, she began moving her palm along his leg: long, slow strokes that moved higher up his thigh in tiny increments.&nbsp; Could she draw this out till they reached the guys’ house?&nbsp; Or would she reach his cock while they were still on the road?<br>&nbsp; <br>She was dying to find out, and either way, they both won.<br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>10-10-2018, 01:48:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>The kiss on the cheek had been surprising, but it was rather sweet.&nbsp; Perhaps it was all the sweeter for the fact that this time he didn't blush or get all awkward, he just admitted that he did want her to bite.&nbsp; Oh, the quiet ones ... or maybe he was just quiet when held up against the measuring stick of his friend, who seemed to have cut right through all the expected hesitations from Lauren with a few smooth words.<br><br>It occurred to her, for a moment, that in some respects she might be playing with fire.&nbsp; She had no expectations that any of this would be anything more than a magical vacation, and she'd go home sore but happy, and with a few memories to spice up those nights when her vibrator held more appeal than anything that didn't come with an on/off switch and a constant supply of batteries.&nbsp; Was Lauren as practical-minded, or was she going to end up getting hurt?<br><br>For a moment, as Gabriel admired the scenery, Monica stared at the golden curls, and the hint of a smile against the colors of the neon sign that painted her face in ways that were exotic, even a little dangerous, and neither of those terms were ones she'd dubbed Lauren in the privacy of her mind.&nbsp; She was, Monica decided, overthinking it.&nbsp; Lauren would be fine.&nbsp; This wasn't Vegas, but what happened on Spring Break, no matter your age, wasn't meant to last or travel with you except as a magical memory.&nbsp; It was a grab for freedom, and all the things you'd always thought about doing but never dared.&nbsp; In the real world, they could bite you on the ass, and not playfully as she was considering biting Gabriel's.<br><br>God knew that she was nobody's mother hen, and Lauren looked anything but in need of protection, giving where her hands seem to be.&nbsp; Good for her, and good for Monica too, because that meant she could pack away that miniscule little worry and concentrate on having a good time.<br><br>That coincided with catching just a glimpse of Gabriel staring at his hand, as if he was wondering if he'd really just groped her breast -- because it might have started accidental but it had ended anything but.&nbsp; Monica smothered a smile. <em> "Well, sugar,&nbsp; I think I'm about as much fun as you can have in the back seat of a car, or just about anywhere else, given the right company and the right circumstances.&nbsp; Why don't you answer that question for me tomorrow mor... afternoon." </em>&nbsp; She corrected him, smiling, letting her hand rest on his leg, more or less innocently.&nbsp; It was vacation, and sleeping until noon seemed a just reward, particularly after a strenuous evening, though she might be convinced to stir earlier for the right incentive, so long as it didn't involve leaving the bed. Rolling with it sounded like good advice, even if she figured that the 'normal' rules of the game might not be the same for any of the four of them in the car, but if it eased his worry, she was happy to give smiling agreement, and another squeeze.<br><br>Her smile only deepened as he leaned, moving over her for a kiss, which he was obviously thinking too hard about.&nbsp; Rather than criticize the initiative, Monica leaned away from the seat, and let her hand squeeze his leg as lips parted, moving with soft deliberation against his, and making a soft murmur of approval as she felt the tickle of his tongue.&nbsp; There was a little bit of her that wanted to play the cougar, pushing him back against the seat while she demonstrated that there was no need to be shy at all about the energetic use of tongues in a kiss ... but that might have undone all the lovely strides he had taken on her own.<br><br>She squeezed again as he broke the kiss, their smiles almost mirror images as they stared at each other, both well pleased with the way things were going.&nbsp; There was, after all, no real need to hurry.<br><br><em>"Where?"&nbsp; </em> Her lips quirked again as she pretended to consider, cocking her head to one side as her eyes dropped to his lip, then meandered down to the pulse she could see at the collar of his shirt, and lower still, picking a few key spots for starters before eventually dropping with only the tiniest hint of subtlety to his crotch and lingering there with relish before meeting his eyes as her smile grew broad, with more than a hint of playful challenge.<br><br>If he didn't gulp, or at least find it necessary to make some sudden adjustments, she was going to be mightily disappointed.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>10-10-2018, 05:23:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett Callaghan</strong><br><br>Brett had no concept, no idea at all just how much alike he and Monica were in that as much as she worried about her friend Lauren, he worried about his friend Gabe, and yet at that moment he had already ascertained that Monica and Gabe were getting along like a house in fire, and burning just as hot if the glimpse through the muscle car's side window had told him anything. He'd already seen how receptive she was to him, even with as awkward as he could be around members of the opposite sex she had another things over beautifully, and then turned up the heat and Brett was suddenly quite happy that he'd stepped aside to allow Gabe to get to know Monica...<br><br>Not that he wouldn't have enjoyed pitching his moved against hers and if they were lucky, they had at least a couple of days and nights together where anything could happen, they could switch partners, share or all join in depending on how the hand of cards was played... But at the same time he was also were happy in doing so he'd selected Lauren...<br><br>Lauren was, at first, quieter, perhaps a little more uncertain and he'd figured he'd have to warm things up a little to see how spicy she could really be behind all that almost shy reservation...of course then she'd surprised him with the oyster move....and then again with a little one-upmanship when she'd licked and sucked on his fingers, and Brett had found himself more turned in than he'd been in a while... Coupled with those long, oh so sexy legs and glimpse of high and tight chest... Oh he was very happy he was with Lauren and had decided to make it clear when he pressed her against the car, just gently, letting her know the effect she'd had on him as he leaned in, teased her with a kiss and then told her what he thought, with absolute honesty....it was then she'd surprised him again.<br><br>As her hands had slid up his chest into hid hair, as he'd felt the hard nubs of her nipples through the thin clothing dragging against his chest, as he'd heard her sigh with pleasure...none of that was surprising and in some way with the arrogance of youth was kind of expected... No, what was surprising, how she surprised him again, was when she pulled his hips more tightly against hers and then, oh god and then, her hips began to make slow, gentle circles against the hard ridge of his painfully constrained cock, rubbing herself teasingly against him as her lips lightly brushed against his throat...<br><br>She said something in a breathy, desire filled voice...something about him being able to do anything he wanted, telling him she wanted anything, but the words took a moment to process as lightning bolts of excitement passed down his spine at the erotic, teasing caress...&nbsp; His mind blanked briefly and his body tightened as she pushed his buttons to the extreme, and he registered idly that the phrase 'pushed his buttons' in no way expressed just how much she had turned him on, just how excited he was, just how painfully aroused he was...<br><br>She flashed an innocent smile as he swallowed to clear his throat, suddenly finding his breathing coming once more, not even realizing it had caught as she slipped into the car leaving him standing there, almost panting in excitement. He swallowed again and forced his eyes to focus briefly on the backseat, catching the play going on back there between Monica and Gabe and suddenly he found himself wishing, damn was he wishing, that it was he and Lauren in the backseat as someone else drove...but it was his car...no one drove it but him, so he took a breath, glanced at Lauren and gave her a smile as he closed the door, then he walked around to the drivers side and got in.<br><br>He'd seen the flash in her eyes while they'd been standing, though only briefly, of what might have been uncertainty, perhaps even just a hint of fear, perhaps second thoughts...had she balked at any moment he'd have stepped back and let her walk, as much as that would have probably ruined Gabe's night as well, if there was one thing Brett wasn't, it was one of those guys who forced attentions on others...&nbsp; He knew the type, a few in his social circles at college weren't above using a little helper plied with alcohol to make the girls more receptive, an idea he found repugnant, but then they were always up for flashing their money to get what they wanted as well whereas he, perhaps with Gabe's influence, was more down to earth these days.. It wasn't that he wasn't rich...the family he came from was...but he liked the challenge of using his own charms and wits and good looks to get the girls, rather than drugs, or alcohol or money, and because of that he'd have made sure Gabe wasn't hurt had the two women decided to leave, as he knew had Lauren decided to, Monica would have also...&nbsp; But no, Lauren had surprised him...again...and he was loving it.<br><br>The girls at college had gotten...boring....to him, while Lauren, as much as she had tried to be all shy, knew just how to turn him on as though she'd read his manual from cover to cover, as though she knew him intimately, and god help him he was loving it! Perhaps this was what he'd been after, someone with more....experience...he didn't know, all he knew was that as he settled in the seat the pressure at his crotch seemed to have gotten that much more acute, and he had to shift slightly to get comfortable as he started the powerful car up.<br><br>The engine rumbled to life, sending subtle, teasing vibrations through the vehicle that surged slightly as he revved the engine, then he was slipping it into gear and easing out of the parking lot, the car as powerful as a jet engine and yet at his touch as graceful as a panther, seemed to slide down the street as he headed out of town, keeping parallel to the beach. The sun was low and he was focused on driving, aware of how aroused he was he wasn't about to let something stupid happen and have them wrapped around a lamp post, so he was briefly aware of the soft words spoken in the back seat, and the occasional sound of movement, he was also aware of Lauren looking back briefly while he controlled the powerful beast of a car and accelerated smoothly as they reached a more open road.<br><br>She had said he could do anything he wanted as she was teasing the daylights out of him, and he found himself almost anxious to get the drive done with, not even caring that the house they'd broken into wasn't theirs as he'd figured they'd have at last a few days, particularly if they kept the noise outside down a little and weren't too stupid about things... Considering he was half expecting them to pair off as they had and disappear for at least the first night, perhaps into the afternoon of the second day, it shouldn't be too difficult to keep things low key for now, and the more low key, the more time they'd have...at least until the ladies had to leave...<br><br>He blinked as he felt something, and then registered it was her hand on his leg, resting high up near his crotch, and his body tensed, muscles tightening as he kept his eyes on the road. His hands tightened on the wheel, the car cruising along, when her hand started to move, fingernails dragging over the denim on his inner thigh sending a tremor down his spine as, before he could stop himself, he shifted his leg slightly, widening the area for her to play in. This was nuts, crazy...and sexy as hell...&nbsp; He was an excellent driver though, he could focus, as her hand started to move again, moving just a little higher each time making his breath catch as she got closer to the hard ridge of his cock. His breathing quickened and the tip of his tongue appeared to moisten his lips....she had surprised him again....and that only made him want to surprise her back, to show her just what he knew about making a women cry out with pleasure, made him want to taste more than just her lips as his body tightened again, and a soft moan escaped him as her touch made it higher...<br><br>They weren't far, surely...though for a brief moment he thought they'd passed the home, then her fingertips grazed the tip of his hard, throbbing cock and he gave a short, sharp, intake of breath... <em>Jesus...don't reach down...don't tease my balls...</em> he thought to himself as he knew he might very well have an accident, of the automotive kind, if she did... He glanced over at her and saw the playful smile, he gave her one of his own, encouraging, teasing, before returning his gaze to the road as the turn came up finally, and he eased the car into the long driveway that would take them to the house, far back from prying eyes where, he realized, they could actually, probably, make all the noise they wanted and no one would be the wiser...as her fingernail dragged over him once more and a shudder passed through him... Fuck, he wanted her....so bad...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>11-10-2018, 17:45:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"Where?"</em> she replied with a smile and then proceeded to do a <strong>very</strong> pointed examination of his person from top to a very specific point at the middle. He should have been offended because didn't women find it offensive when men did that kind of thing to them? Maybe. Probably. Mind you right now he kind of wanted that sort of examination and so, instead of a frown, there was a swallow and a nodded acknowledgement that everywhere she looked was on the 'approved' list for the evening and - if they were lucky - the rest of the weekend.<br><br>Brett started the car and moved off. Gabe couldn't see what was going on up front but he could see from the way that Lauren was sitting that 'something' was going on between the two of them. Thankfully Brett was a decent driver and so he had no concerns that they were going to veer off the road or into a ditch or something.<br><br>He slid a hand over to grasp one of Monica's and then brought both of them back so that they rested on his upper thigh. He didn't look down because he didn't want to draw attention to it. If she wanted to do anything with it, she would, and he was sure that he'd like it.<br><br>"Our place isn't far." He told Monica, in a surprisingly natural conversational tone. "Just out of town at the top of the rise." 'Cliff' would have been going too far, and 'hill' sounded too pedestrian. Besides, where he grew up there was a whole thing around whether or not you lived at the 'top of the hill' in which case you'd made it, or 'bottom of the hill' in which case you hadn't. It was an interesting philosophical point to wonder whether, if you claimed 'top of the hill' domicile but had in fact broken and entered into said domicile, whether or not you truly 'belonged'. Honestly some times even he wondered about some of the things that were bouncing around in his head.<br><br>"I hope you'll like it. It seems nice enough anyway. Um, I mean it is nice. Of course it's nice."<br><br>Ah, here was the old Gabriel that he knew and - sometimes - loathed. He gave Monica's hand a squeeze and then stretched his neck a little to reach over an give her another peck on the cheek. If he could stay just that little bit outside his comfort zone, perhaps old Gabriel would stay in check as well.<br><br>...<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.weloveportugal.com/images/rental/803%20hauspoolblick2.jpg)</div>It really wasn't all that far from town and as Brett geared down and turned into the driveway, Gabe was more than relieved to find that there weren't several sets of blue and red flashing lights atop patrol cars to greet them. That would have just been the ultimate kick in the balls for the night if there had been. Anyway, there was not, and Gabe gave Monica's hand another squeeze. His heart skipped a beat for a moment as several ground level garden lights turned on as well as lights to guide the weary traveller around the rear and towards the pool but then he realized that they were probably all wired into the sensor system and had turned on automatically once it had gone past six PM and the sensor had noticed that a vehicle had just pulled up.<br><br>Anyway, no irate owner emerged to shake his fist at the interlopers and so probably they were still in the clear.<br><br>Lauren got out first and she pulled the seat foreward for Monica to get out next - which gave Gabe an excellent view of her backside as she did so. He scooted out right behind her and gave both women a beaming smile once he'd stood up straight. Lauren seemed to have something on her mind, however, and he wasn't sure but she looked like she was a little flushed.<br><br>Brandishing the key that they'd found in a drawer in the hallway, Gabe unlocked the front door and gestured for the two women to head inside. He gave Brett a quick eyebrow flash as he too walked through the front door.<br><br>"So would you like the ten cent tour then ladies?" He asked hoping that he remembered where everything was. He'd already stumbled once about the house, he didn't now need to open a door with flourish to find it was a laundry closet and not the exit to the pool. <br><br>"Drinks?" He said then, feeling sure that he knew where the drinks cabinet was in the main-level living area. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>15-10-2018, 22:47:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>Monica stretched a little in the back seat, angling her body to get a little more comfortable.&nbsp; Sports cars were nice, but when it came to back seats, they made for more acrobatics and contortionism than unbridled sex.&nbsp; Thank god the boys had a place and they weren't going to be stuck trying to make out in the back of the car -- or for that mater, in the front either.<br><br>Had she been in front, she might have appreciated the car's handling more.&nbsp; Since she wasn't, and since the back also didn't provide for much of&nbsp; a view, she continued to give Gabriel most of her attention, though every once in a while she snuck a little peek toward the front, utilizing the reflections in the glass, the rear view, and what she could see between the bucket seats just to make sure that things hadn't hit some sort of road block up there. <br><br>Though hopefully, they'd keep it toned down enough to get them where they were going, but Monica wasn't going to worry all that much about that, or the fact that she had not put on a seat belt.&nbsp; So far living dangerously had paid off with potential, and hopefully it would continue to do so more tangibly.&nbsp; Gabriel, the shy one, took her hand again, and drew it back to his leg.&nbsp; Monica certainly knew and invitation when she saw, and felt, one, so she gave the leg a squeeze, her fingers playing idly along the grain of the fabric.<br><br><em>"Good.&nbsp; We were cooped up enough on the plane.&nbsp; I'm looking forward to getting some room to stretch out." </em> Her gaze, warm with amusement, made another foray over the young, strong body, and back up to the face that was doing a pretty good job of feigning nonchalance.&nbsp; Her hand squeezed again, and if she noticed anything odd about his description of the house, she chalked it up to it being what she'd surmised -- either belonging to Brett's family or some place where he'd not really been before.&nbsp; It was far more interesting to wonder if he'd freeze up if she slid her hand up higher, or if he'd further be emboldened.<br><br>There was no time like the present to find out, so when he kissed her, she used her free hand to capture his face and hold it still for a something a bit less formal than a kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; Her hand did move higher, until her smallest finger met fabric, and warmed from the contact, giving just the slightest brush as her head tilted and lips parted in the kiss, a silent invitation for him to be as bold as he liked, with the added reassurance that if he was feeling shy, she would be right there to ease him into the spirit of things.<br><br>And though visions of the back seat weren't exactly all that terrible, Monica was still relieved when the car pulled up to a surprisingly nice looking house, with automatic pool lights and everything.&nbsp; She looked around, unobtrusively, guessing the income level of one or both of them, or at least their families, were right in line with the car, and the indulgence of family made it easy for other indulgences.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn't there to raise them, so what might have been a nightmare for a concerned mother was more like a windfall for a middle-aged woman looking to get laid by someone who really wasn't worried about anything more either.&nbsp; <br><br>So far, Lauren wasn't showing any hesitation, and she hadn't expected any from Brett.&nbsp; She figured he would move as fast as Lauren allowed, pretty much the same speed she intended to move on Gabriel, but, really, there was no hurry.&nbsp; They had this nice house with plenty of beds, a pool, beach access, maybe even a hot tub, and drinks.&nbsp; It was a heck of a lot better than the hotel, and two hot young guys were definitely a lot better than a couple of half-sloshed after work office rats or some vacationing silver fox who'd left his wife passed out from too much sun and a few too many fancy umbrella drinks.<br><br><em>"Drinks sound good to me.&nbsp; How about you, Lauren?&nbsp; Why don't we wait on the tour -- we can explore later, after the first drink."</em>&nbsp; Neither one of them had eaten much, so a nice hard drink might keep that warm, loose edge that Lauren seemed to be cultivating.&nbsp; Monica didn't need it, but she had the feeling that Gabe might ... so long as he didn't get too drunk.&nbsp; After the first one, she'd find something to distract him to make sure that didn't happen.&nbsp; And, of course, when someone got the urge to see the rest of the house, she doubted that they'd make it past the first bedroom.&nbsp; If they did, well, shame on them for not trying hard enough.<br><br>She kept the presence of mind to collect her bag and bring it along, though if she had her way, if they went for a swim, the suits would be on just long enough to pay for the trouble of putting them on with the fun of getting them off.<br><br><em>"I'm surprised you don't have a house full of your friends already ... but I'm glad you don't.&nbsp; I like parties, but tonight, I'm in the mood for something ... a little more private."&nbsp; </em> She gave Gabriel a little wink and let the bag drop at the mat by the front door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>17-10-2018, 13:50:58</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>Lauren sat up straight and peered out over the dashboard as Brett turned off the road.&nbsp; She felt another moment of doubt as they left neighbors and the main road behind.&nbsp; If they were screaming, would anyone be able to hear them?&nbsp; She shocked herself when she answered her own question: Oh, I hope not!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Her hand on Brett's thigh had paused, and it took a throaty moan in her ear before she realized her fingernails were poised at the rim of his cock.&nbsp; She let her fingers slide back down his length; he shifted in his seat and let his legs fall wider.&nbsp; She could feel him even through the thick denim of his jeans, hard as iron; and her eyes went wide, staring straight ahead of her in the dim light.&nbsp; She had done this to him.&nbsp; He was like this for her.&nbsp; It set the butterflies in her stomach surging all over again, and she slowly eased her hand back to his thigh.&nbsp; He didn’t seem to have any problems driving, but…&nbsp; well, better to be cautious.<br>&nbsp; <br>She almost laughed at the idea.&nbsp; Cautious??!!&nbsp; What in the world was cautious about anything they were doing??<br>&nbsp;<br>Brett pulled the car down the long driveway, and as they neared the house, rows of courtesy lights blinked on to guide them up to the house.&nbsp; It was huge, and very modern, in a kind of pseudo-Spanish way.&nbsp; A family home?&nbsp; Big enough for at least a couple of generations under one roof, anyway.&nbsp; Brett walked around the car and opened the door for her; she climbed out of the car, shoving the front seat forward for Gabriel and Monica.&nbsp; She gave Monica a quick look -- everything okay?&nbsp; Monica’s confident smile was reassuring, and that gave Lauren permission to relax a little.&nbsp; This was entirely new ground for her, but if Monica was comfortable, then Lauren was too.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She returned Monica’s smile with wide eyes, and looked around.&nbsp; The lights blinded her to anything at a distance, but she could hear the roar of the ocean somewhere close at hand, and the pool… it was huge.&nbsp; A soft laugh bubbled up as she tipped her head back to look up at the second story.&nbsp; Were they here for the night?&nbsp; For the week?&nbsp; It was big enough that she and Brett might not see Monica and Gabriel for days!<br>&nbsp; <br>Unless they…&nbsp; Would they… were they going to swap partners?<br>&nbsp; <br>Could she do that?&nbsp; Would Gabriel even want to?<br>&nbsp; <br>Did she want to?<br>&nbsp;<br>And looking at Gabe’s young, tender face, she knew that she did.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>As she considered that new possibility, Brett’s arm slid around her waist again, and he pulled her tight against his hip.&nbsp; For a moment, Lauren froze.&nbsp; It wasn’t theoretical any more.&nbsp; It wasn’t something in some vague, hazy future.&nbsp; She was at a stranger’s house, and she was there to have sex with this gorgeous young man.&nbsp; Maybe with both of them.&nbsp; She didn’t know anything about them.&nbsp; She didn’t know Brett’s last name.&nbsp; Did he have a police record?&nbsp; Did he do drugs?&nbsp; Did Gabriel?&nbsp; It was frightening… but in some weird and unfamiliar way, the little edge of fear had set her mind and her body humming.&nbsp; Buzzing like a hive of bees.<br>&nbsp; <br>Her throat was tight, and her stomach was doing cartwheels.&nbsp; And, amazingly, she liked the way it felt.&nbsp; It made her feel alive, and more present in her own life, in her own skin, than she had been in years.<br>&nbsp; <br>She was at a stranger’s house.&nbsp; She here to have sex with this gorgeous young man.&nbsp; And she was already so excited, so wet for him!&nbsp; Her pulse was racing with excitement.&nbsp; If this was an adrenaline high, she hoped she never came down from it.&nbsp; She shot a glance at Monica and Gabriel.&nbsp; What if...&nbsp; Would Monica mind?&nbsp; Would Gabriel want to?<br>&nbsp; <br>A whole world of options and choices was beginning to beckon to Lauren, lighting a pathway as if by magic, inviting her to keep going… to keep moving forward.&nbsp; To see what could happen, if she just let it.<br>&nbsp; <br>Gabriel pulled out a key and opened the door, and Lauren quietly slid her hand into the back pocket of Brett’s tight jeans.&nbsp; Her thumb slid up and hooked under his belt, sliding slowly back and forth against his warm flesh.&nbsp; Her own boldness astonished her; if she had ever done that before in her whole life, she couldn’t remember it.&nbsp; Looking up at him, she gave him her most innocent smile, and they followed Gabriel and Monica into the house.<br>&nbsp; <br><em>"So would you like the ten cent tour then ladies?... Drinks?"</em><br>&nbsp; <br>God bless Monica for jumping in.&nbsp; If Lauren spoke right now, her voice would shake for certain.&nbsp; Partly from that delicious little knife-edge of fear, but partly too from the way her libido was craving the feel of Brett’s body between her legs. <em> "Drinks sound good to me.&nbsp; How about you, Lauren?&nbsp; Why don't we wait on the tour -- we can explore later, after the first drink."</em>&nbsp; She dropped her bag by the door, and turned her smile on Gabriel. <em>"I'm surprised you don't have a house full of your friends already ... but I'm glad you don't.&nbsp; I like parties, but tonight, I'm in the mood for something ... a little more private."&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp; <br>“Oh, I agree,” Lauren said, and she heard the little quiver in her voice.&nbsp; To her relief, it didn’t sound like fear.&nbsp; It sounded like excitement.&nbsp; “And drinks first sounds good.&nbsp; Whatever’s simple.&nbsp; Rum and Coke?&nbsp; A Bloody Mary?”<br>&nbsp; <br>As she spoke, her hand slipped out of Brett’s pocket and followed her thumb under the edge of his shirt.&nbsp; Without fanfare, as if it were perfectly normal, her palm flattened against the warmth of his skin, and her hand slid up his back, stroking slowly up and down, then back and forth just under the ridge of his belt.&nbsp; She was shocked when her fingertips trailed over the crack of his ass, and her hand froze in place -- how had she not even thought that might happen?&nbsp; She let her hand linger there, just a few seconds, before sliding it free and patting him gently on the back.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Anything, really,” she said.&nbsp; Her voice was a little breathy, a little husky.&nbsp; “Whatever’s easiest.”<br>&nbsp; <br>She was beginning to doubt they’d even make it to the bedroom.&nbsp; And that would be fine, too.&nbsp; Maybe neither of them would get past the living room.&nbsp; Whatever was easiest.<br>&nbsp; <br>Lauren looked at Monica again, and gave her a smile.&nbsp; It’s all okay.&nbsp; This is what I want, too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>18-10-2018, 17:03:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett Callaghan</strong><br><br>Brett was hard, god he was so hard, for Lauren, everything leading up to the drive had been teasing though the rubbing herself against him had been downright raunchy, but the touch of her hand on him, even though the denim of his jeans, was hard to beat... And damn if it didn't make him want more, right then, right there... Her fingertips had traced his length and circled over the sensitive tip before her hand retreated to a safer distance, possibly to ensure he didn't wrap them around a post!<br><br>A wise move possibly as distracting as it had been, but they had soon pulled to a stop and Brett, proving he could be a gentleman, got out and walked around to open her door, uncertain just how obvious his erection might be... Holding the door for her he offered his hand to hers so that she could stand up more easily, his gaze wandering over her once more as she did so taking in everything that was Lauren, as she shoved front seat forward for the pair in back offering a wonderful view of her rear.<br><br>The look between the women wasn't lost on him, and served to reassure him that Lauren was, in fact, good with things proceeding as they seemed to be, comforted by Monica's confidence. Then her soft laugh as she tilted her head back to look drew Brett's attention to her throat, and he felt the urge to trail kisses down to there and beyond from her lips...<br><br>Whatever the evening, and perhaps next day or more held, he didn't know, he only knew that right at that moment Lauren was everything he wanted, and his arm slipped around her waist, perhaps a little possessively for he felt her tense slightly... For a moment he wondered, again, if she were truly willing, if this was what she was truly after, but a moment later her hand slid into the back pocket of his jeans and he felt her thumb caressing against his skin and he took that as a yes...<br><br>Gabriel opened the door and led everyone in before offering a tour of the house, and at that Brett paused and blinked... Really Gabe? A tour? He found himself questioning his friend's sanity for a moment, but thankfully Monica stepped in before he needed to, and drew Gabe's attention back to more pressing matter....in that she pressed herself against him....and thankfully Lauren followed suit, as her hand slipped under his shirt and flattened against his back.<br><br>He was about to say that those drinks sounded good to him when he felt her hand there, and then it caressed back and forth until he felt her fingertips at the crack his ass, time seemed to pause and a mental image flashed through his mind off him between her legs, her hands grabbing at his ass while her legs wrapped around him, those long, wonderful legs.... His breath caught and he had to swallow to clear his throat as her hand retreated a moment later to pat him on the back as she confirmed she'd like anything...to drink...<br><br>"Uhh.." he stammered for just a moment, his eyes locking with Lauren's just after she had shared another look with Monica, before he found his voice from where it had momentarily hidden. "Rum and Coke sounds fine to me..." he managed, sounding more breathless than he thought possible as he swallowed again then, feeling more playful and daring as Gabe put the drinks together he drew Lauren back to him, as a smile teased at his lips, "But maybe a taste of something else first?" he said, and as he did so he leaned in, his lips brushing hers with his last words, before pressing his lips to hers in gentle kiss, though he felt it rapidly deepen as his hunger for her, that she had been stoking and he had tried to control, burned hotter...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>21-10-2018, 20:48:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div>"Drinks sound good to me.&nbsp; How about you, Lauren?&nbsp; Why don't we wait on the tour -- we can explore later, after the first drink." <br><br>"I'm surprised you don't have a house full of your friends already ... but I'm glad you don't.&nbsp; I like parties, but tonight, I'm in the mood for something ... a little more private."<br><br>Friends as in the cops? Had Monica seen through his and Brett's nefariousness? He gave her a skeptical glance for a second but there seemed no malice on Monica's face and so he relaxed. He was being ridiculous; there was no way that the women knew that the place didn't belong to one of their families or their friend's families. He and Brett had done a quick once-over before leaving it anyway to make sure that there were no obvious family photos lurking about to be discovered at a bad time later on. Of course they couldn't be one hundred percent sure that they'd found all of them but there didn't seem to be any that weren't innocuous. <br><br>"Private party with just the four of us? Best of both worlds?" He offered with a raise of his eyebrow.<br><br>He cast a quick glance at Lauren and Brett and got pretty much the same answer from them both about a drink before a tour. Lauren had already taken full ownership of Brett's bod and then when Brett kissed her - in full view of everyone else - Gabe realized that while this might be dream-like, it wasn't a dream.<br><br>Game on then. The smile redoubled at Monica and he announced "Rum and coke's all around then. Coming right up."<br><br>The drinks cabinet was in the main living room against the wall that that room shared with the entrance hall so it really was a matter of a few steps to walk to it. He expected that the others would follow him in in due course.<br><br>He pulled over four crystal tumblers - totally in keeping with the rest of the place as being of high quality - and then poured four shots of rum into them (with somewhat of a heavy hand it had to be said). The coke bottle gave a satisfying 'fizz' as he opened it telling him that it hadn't been left so long that it had gone flat.<br><br>He handed the glasses to Lauren and Monica first and then to Brett. He took the last one himself and then announced "To new friends and warm nights," offering his glass up to the rest of them and there was a short round of chinking.<br><br>He'd already turned the lights on, obviously, in the main living area so that he could see to the drinks. It was a very large ultra-modern open space with the wall overlooking the cliff-top balcony being entirely glass. In-between the drinks cabinet and the glass wall were two enormous L-shaped cream leather sectional sofas arranged around a large glass coffee-table that was artfully reflecting the glow from several of the numerous pot-lights in the ceiling. At a squeeze both sofas together could seat at least fifteen close friends around them in Gabe's calculation. For just the four of them they could all take a seat more than arm's length away from everyone else and then spend the evening passing handwritten notes between each other. Gabe rather hoped that it wouldn't come to that. The large and comfy looking spans of cushions could be put to much better use if they all put their minds to the task he was sure.<br><br>After his initial, large, nerve-calming chug he took a more measured sip of his drink and offered Monica his open arm in the hopes that she'd get the gist and allow him to put his arm around her waist again. He was in luck, and she did just that. Emboldened by his own kiss in the car - and Brett's with Lauren just now - he kissed Monica full on the lips again in a much extended version of the one in the car. He could taste rum and coke on her lips (or maybe it was just the rum and coke from his lips that had transferred to hers) and once again his 'free' hand explored her waist as the kiss continued. Perhaps unconsciously apeing Lauren he found that once he'd found the waistband of Monica's skirt he traced along it until it and the fabric of her top departed from each other and he found the skin beneath. That was much nicer to touch even though the skirt was very nice and scandalously tight on Monica's waist. The skin he found with just two of his fingertips was also tight without being at all scandalous - Monica herself had more than enough scandal about her that her skin didn't need to go the extra mile.<br><br>Gabe broke the kiss and pulled back just far enough to whisper into Monica's ear. "You feel nice. Do you work out? You must, surely, to keep so trim." <br><br>He hoped that there was just enough suggestion in that small statement that would allow some of that scandal that Monica had going on about her in spades to make a suggestion of her own. They'd reached the front of the second sofa by this point and it meant that they either had to walk around it to head out onto the balcony or stay where they were and think of something else to do. Right at the moment, Gabe would be entirely fine with either outcome.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>22-10-2018, 22:32:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>There was an expression that passed over Gabriel's face that Monica noted, and dismissed as misgivings of the 'quiet one', still getting used to the fact that things had fallen into place so easily.&nbsp; Brett's attitude and body language said that he expected success, but Gabe's said that he was more used to having to work for it.<br><br><em>"Better than best, as far as I'm concerned."</em><br><br>Once she'd put down her bag, and the ridiculous little jacket that she had no intention of wearing, she gave Brett and Lauren a little space and instead watched Gabriel pour the drinks with a generous, or nervous.&nbsp; The furniture looked comfortable, and spacious, and If it had not been for the skirt she had chosen and the residue of uncertainty that Gabriel exuded, she might have curled up on the intersection of the 'L' settling in like a cat who had claimed its space, but there really wasn't enough give in the skirt to allow it, even if Gabriel were as comfortable with 'whatever' as Brett seemed to be.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; If she had her way, she wouldn't be wearing the skirt all that much longer, anyway.<br><br>She took the glass that Gabriel offered, and answered his toast, and took a small sip, watching with interest how deeply Gabriel drank.&nbsp; Monica approved of a little dutch courage, but hoped that encouragement would provide its own without the wilting effects of too much rum ... and perhaps she could think of a fun way to incorporate both.&nbsp; Well, she certainly could think of a fun way from her perspective that she hoped Gabriel might enjoy too.<br><br>There was no need to rush, however, as it seemed the liquid courage had done the trick, and Gabe moved in for another kiss.&nbsp; Instead of remaining half a step removed, she closed the gap, and slid the fingers of her free hand down into his back pocket and drew them closer together, firmly rather than aggressively, if only for fear that he might otherwise spill his drink.&nbsp; The mix seemed to be the right amount, because his free hand followed suit -- even if she wondered if he would have been so daring had not the tightness of her skirt provided some limits.&nbsp; Nonetheless, she liked the way his fingers felt on her skin, and the movement of his lips against hers, and the increasing adventurousness of his tongue as her own demonstrated eager welcome.<br><br>Her head tilted for his whisper, her knees feeling just a little bit weak from heady anticipation.&nbsp; Luckily her hand had a place&nbsp; to hold to steady herself as the warmth of his breath tickled deliciously.&nbsp; Monica laughed, and clinked the ice cube in her glass around a bit.&nbsp; <em>"Religiously, darling.&nbsp; Cardio, strength training, endurance ... the whole package.&nbsp; That's sweet of you to say.&nbsp; I like the way you feel too, though I might come come up with a few better descriptors after I've felt a little more."</em><br><br>She glanced over at Lauren and Brett, debating for just a moment whether the other woman might have some last minute nerves step in when the illusion of safety in numbers disappeared.&nbsp; A glance was enough to reassure that her friend seemed to have embraced the notion of getting very thoroughly laid with admirable enthusiasm and Brett seemed to be providing ample incentive and encouragement.<br><br><em>"Why don't you show me the view from out there?" </em>she suggested softly, giving his derriere a playful little swat, followed by an appreciative squeeze. <em> "Then I'll show you a view or two, and you can tell me if my workouts have been successful."</em><br><br>She gave another glance back toward Lauren, just to make sure, and then leaned in to catch Gabriel's ear lobe in her teeth for a moment before whispering, with a little soft press of her lips, <em>"Not that looking is all that's on the table."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>28-10-2018, 16:59:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"Why don't you show me the view from out there? Then I'll show you a view or two, and you can tell me if my workouts have been successful."<br><br>"Not that looking is all that's on the table."</em><br><br>He gave her a 'look' as she swatted his backside and then another one after she'd nipped at his earlobe. Monica was clearly the type of woman that he'd been warned about. Well actually he hadn't been warned about the type before. He presumed that women like that didn't really exist outside of the movies or certain types of TV show and that even if they did, none of them would ever be interested in him so a warning would have been a waste of effort. With a look over at Brett and Lauren to make sure that they hadn't suddenly started throwing things at each other - other than smouldering looks and such like - he gave Monica a nod and moved around the sofa to open up the French doors enough for them to walk through.<br><br>The way the house worked on the hill meant that the main level from the front entrance actually became an upper floor at the rear of the house and so the pool - with lights that cycled slowly from red through blue to green and then back to red again - was visible below them. Directly above them but set back a little so there was nothing over their heads was a bedroom and below them was a small guest suite and equipment room for pool supplies and garden furniture etc.<br><br>Gabe sighed as he stepped forward and laid a hand on the thin brushed metal top of the glass fronted balcony. It was still warm from the sun of the day but not as warm as Monica's hip. He let his hand slide up a little on the underside of her top. He was taking quite the liberty given that they had only just met but he knew that it wasn't really considered to be all that much of a liberty given what she'd just said before they had stepped out here.<br><br>Gabe looked out at the nighttime view. Out to sea there was a cruise liner right at the horizon heading out on the start of a cruise and several smaller boats with twinkling lights closer to the shore. Over to the left there was the town they'd just come from and overhead there were several fast-moving lights from planes either landing or taking off from Orlando or Miami. Had Gabe been on his own he could have spent several minutes simply enjoying the view in silence and working out in his head what each plane was doing and working out which of Orlando or Miami that they were heading to or coming from. Brett would have called him a geek - which would have been the absolute God's honest truth but then it was hard to fight his nature. For the moment, however, the geek was kept firmly in check and the man was the more dominant personality. It helped that there was such a striking woman stood next to him.<br><br>"Brett and Lauren seem to be getting on very well don't you think?" He suggested as he turned to look away from the stunning view out to sea to the equally stunning view standing right next to him. "Us too, of course, but I'm very glad everything seems to be going swimmingly."<br><br>Then he sighed slightly at using the word 'swimmingly'. Brett would have raised an eyebrow at that but wouldn't have said anything harsh because he'd have worked out that Gabe would already have realized he'd used an uncommon word. To deflect from his using an odd word, Gabe moved a little closer to and then slightly behind Monica. He put his own rum and coke on a nearby table and then Monica's which, he thought afterwards was perhaps a little presumptive. Well then, if that was presumptive then what he did next was one hell of a lot more presumptive than taking her drink off her.<br><br>He decided to channel his 'inner Brett' for a bit and pulled Monica's hair back off her left shoulder to expose it fully and pushed the hair towards her right shoulder. He leaned in and kissed the back of her head and then the top of her shoulder. Outside of the bar and the car, and now on a balcony with only occasional zephyrs of breeze he could more fully appreciate the perfume that the woman was wearing. Intoxicating didn't even come close.<br><br>"So if I do anything you don't want, please just say. I'd rather that than me going off and spoiling things," he suggested softly into her left ear before he kissed it and then the top of her shoulder again. He moved directly behind her then (stepping closer so that his front pressed against her back and brushed his hands down both sides of her insubstantial top. Then, since he'd done a small reconnoiter of the area already he easily slipped both hands underneath the top given that the back was essentially only a spaghetti string tied in a bow at the bottom. He left the string tied for now but already had plans to undo it rather sooner than later. He kept his hands flat against her skin and explored her waist and then ventured around the front to her stomach. The reality matched and surpassed his imagination of how her taut stomach would feel. He pressed closer still against her and rested his chin on her shoulder-blade. <br><br>"You feel divine, you know. As an interested party I can confidently state that all the effort was entirely worthwhile. At least so far as I can tell to date."<br><br>Another kiss on her ear and, since Brett undoubtedly would have done it, Gabe slipped the bottom of the lobe between his teeth and pressed them together slowly. For added effect he let his tongue tickle the captured piece of ear for a couple of seconds as well.<br><br>He opened his mouth to ask permission for what he wanted to do next but then since Brett wouldn't have done it, he closed it again without saying a word. He realized that he <strong>wasn't</strong> Brett, of course, but he hoped that the elbows in the face and the knees in the groin that non-Bretts risked getting all the while might stay away a few minutes longer. He slid a hand upwards slowly from her stomach and instantly felt a wave of 'what the fuck are you doing?' wash over him for acting so far out of character. It was only a supreme force of will, and some element of scientific experimentation, which let him continue with his move which eventually led him to be cupping the face of her right breast in his hand. He could feel a very large and very - very - pert nipple pressing imploringly into his palm. No elbows or knees made an appearance.<br><br>"Okay, so this feels divine. What went before was merely stupendous. I'll.... I'll shut up now won't I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>04-11-2018, 20:13:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>There seemed little reason to tell Lauren that she wouldn't be far away.&nbsp; Her friend had thrown herself into the idea with enthusiasm, and Monica was glad.&nbsp; Who would it hurt if she cut loose and enjoyed herself?&nbsp; Brett?&nbsp; Yeah, right.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her kids?&nbsp; If they were raised right, then they ought to offer high fives and a 'way to go, Mom', if it turned out to be any of their business.<br><br>She'd be close enough to provide any needed reassurance out on the balcony, and far enough away that any awkwardness would be minimal, and hopefully fade away entirely.<br><br>On the balcony, Monica took a sip of the rum and coke, and turned to admire the view, placing both hands on the balcony's railing.&nbsp; There were marvelous colors where water met sky, the hints of pink and purple against indigo, and she wouldn't mind&nbsp; standing right there while Gabriel got their clothes off, watching the twinkling lights of the boats, or the closer sparkles of moonlight on the lapping waves.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was beautiful, but so was a hard cock sliding into her from behind, and if she could combine view and sensation, all the better.<br><br>And it seemed that Gabriel's shyness was well under control as well, given that his hand slid up under the tie of the backless halter.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was something truly sensual about that first touch that was no longer question but rather the first step in making it happen, and his hand was warm, and her skin was warm, and it was going to feel so good when they were skin against skin bared to the breeze coming off the ocean.<br><br>Coming.&nbsp; Juvenile, perhaps, but the word in her thoughts made her smile, even as Gabriel spoke close to her hair.&nbsp; "<em>I think that if they were getting along any better, they'd be setting off smoke alarms.&nbsp; Of course, the night is young."</em><br><br>She could feel him stiffen a little, his fingers twitching on her skin, as his words betrayed the fact that he had brains.&nbsp; "Relax, Gabriel.&nbsp; You're smart.&nbsp; That's not a liability.&nbsp; I like smart, and I like you."&nbsp; She made no protest as he took her drink and sat it down.&nbsp; There was something more intoxicating than liquor that she wanted just then, and it seemed like they were in agreement in want.<br><br>Her head tilted as his free hand pushed her hair away,&nbsp; and she felt the pressure of his lips on her head, and then on her shoulder.&nbsp; It was sweet, and not in a cloying way, and she could feel the rush of air as he inhaled, making a little murmur of appreciation that said louder than words that her perfume hadn't been wasted.<br><br><em>"I want it all, so if you don't hear me saying 'stop' then do ... whatever you want to do."</em><br><br>That was direct enough, and very much indicative of the fact that she was more than old enough to know what she wanted, and not shy about admitting it.&nbsp; Unconsciously her muscles tightened, and she sucked in air, holding her breath as his hands slid down her sides and then beneath the top, moving to her stomach.&nbsp; She was proud of her body, having invested so much in honing it until it was better than it had been when she was a naive teenager.<br><br><em>"Though I might make a few suggestions ... but right now you're doing just fine."</em><br><br>Monica hadn't exactly forgotten about Brett and Lauren, but right now her focus was on Gabriel, and how good his hands felt on her, and how good he felt.&nbsp; Her heart was thudding pleasantly, and she moved a foot to the side as his hand moved up slowly beneath the cloth, not in protest, but to pull the hem of her skirt taut so it would cling all the tighter to the curve of her ass as she moved back against him, swaying just slightly as he cupped her breast fully, demonstrating that he might be a little shyer than his friend, but shyness was definitely relative.<br><br><em>"First suggestion is that you move closer.&nbsp; I want to feel you against me ... and use both hands." </em> Monica's voice was soft, a sultry whisper just rising above the breeze and the sound of the waves rolling into the beach.&nbsp; Her nipple against his palm was achingly, itchingly stiff, impatient for attention, and its twin was no less insistent.<br><br><em>"I hope you don't mind if I don't play hard to get.&nbsp; &nbsp;There are too many more fun things to play.&nbsp; Spring Break is supposed to be wild, uninhibited ... crazy ... isn't it?"&nbsp; A time you'll never forget?"</em><br><br>Her sway was a caress far too intimate to be accidental, checking to see if he were an altogether different kind of hard to get -- the good kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>04-11-2018, 21:58:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"I want it all, so if you don't hear me saying 'stop' then do ... whatever you want to do. Though I might make a few suggestions ... but right now you're doing just fine."</em><br><br>He nodded his understanding even though, being behind her just now, she couldn't see him do it. He was glad that she was content with his actions. This wasn't his normal way of doing this - not that he did <strong>this</strong> all that often in any case - but her reply calmed his nerves a little more. It certainly led the way to his moving his hand across her taut stomach and then upwards from there.<br><br><em>"First suggestion is that you move closer.&nbsp; I want to feel you against me ... and use both hands."</em><br><br>He chuckled at that and complied immediately that he press closer against her. He was about as hard as it was possible to be given what they were up to but likely Monica already knew that and was even relying on it being the case. Since she'd asked him to do it he felt no qualms of pressing his groin directly against her skirt-clad backside firmly enough that neither of them were going to be in any doubt as to what this was. <br><br>He thought that it was about time that the bow at the back of her top be undone. He used the pressure of his front against her back as something to pull against and the bow came undone pleasingly easily. That could have been a lot less erotic had it been in a double bow or even worse a bow that wasn't actually meant to be undone at all. As it was, all was well with the world and he slid his hand against the skin of her stomach on the other side and then upwards from there to do as she had instructed and use both of his hands.<br><br><em>"I hope you don't mind if I don't play hard to get.&nbsp; &nbsp;There are too many more fun things to play.&nbsp; Spring Break is supposed to be wild, uninhibited ... crazy ... isn't it?"&nbsp; A time you'll never forget?"</em><br><br>"I don't mind at all, Monica." He said before kissing her neck and shuffling his feet so that he was pressing his front firmly against her back all along her upper body from backside to shoulders. "I already won't ever forget this and its only just beginning. So long as we both agree to say if something is unwanted, I am more than happy to carry on with your suggestion to 'do whatever I want' so long as you do the same with me. Oh, and you absolutely must also use both hands on me as well."<br><br>He'd caught her sway against hips and he returned it with a gentle thrust of his hips against her backside. Given the one after the other there could be no more doubt as to where this was heading. In fact he was rather hoping that they could get some kind of continuous motion going in that way. 'Dry humping' was such a horrid phrase but if he didn't think about what it was called and just enjoyed the sensations it brought he thought he'd be doing alright.<br><br>His fingertips gave both of her nipples a firm squeeze as his groin pressed against her backside. He dipped his head down and felt an uncontrollable urge to bite her neck. He wasn't 'a biter' in the least but then he didn't generally take older women to houses he'd broken into either and so tonight was most definitely a night for firsts. His teeth pressed against the curve of her neck as it joined her shoulders and he dragged them down her skin firmly but nowhere near hard enough to leave a mark. Away from somewhere that could easily be seen he wasn't sure that he'd pull that particular punch.<br><br>The hand that had most recently been instructed to squeeze her other breast left it. He'd brushed against the zipper of her skirt when he'd started to feel her hips and waist. Now he tried his new-found freedom to do whatever he wanted and he pulled the zipper down until it could go down no further. It would take concerted action on both their parts for the skirt to drop - not least because it felt to Gabe that it was sprayed on rather than actually worn - but he was sure that they'd work out the best time for that quite easily. The hand returned to her breast and more specifically to her nipple.<br><br>"Your nipples are wonderfully large," he told her in an unfiltered outburst that he immediately decided that he needed to stop worrying about. "And I bet they taste even better than they feel don't they?"<br><br>He slid his hands up from squeezing her breasts so that, instead, they slid up towards her shoulders from the front. At the same time he squeezed against her but then relaxed the pressure against her back in the hopes that she'd get the idea and turn around in place to face him. He could kiss her lips if he strained his neck and she turned her head towards him. At the moment he wanted to simply devour her, or at least make a solid attempt at doing so, and to do that properly they needed to be face to face again. Also it would be much easier for her to pull off his t-shirt if she was facing him.<br><br>Or undo his belt and fly if that was her wish as well.<br><br>Brett and Lauren, and even the wonderful view, faded from his attention and he was entirely transfixed by the woman who was directly before him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>10-11-2018, 21:03:00</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>Brett leaned in for a kiss, and Lauren’s heart stopped beating; partly from an insanely intense desire, and partly from panic.&nbsp; She had been the one in control, edging herself farther and farther along, taking one step after another towards the thing that she wanted so much it frightened her.&nbsp; Now, suddenly, it was Brett who was taking things that much further.&nbsp; When he put his arms around her and pulled her close, she instinctively went stiff, her breath stopping.&nbsp; This was--&nbsp; &nbsp;This was--&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>His mouth covered hers, lips moving lightly against hers.<br>&nbsp; <br>This was wonderful.<br>&nbsp;<br>Deep in her throat, Lauren groaned softly, and she leaned against the wall of warmth and young musculature. She let her mouth open to his, and the tip of her tongue flicked against his experimentally.&nbsp; Oh, God!&nbsp; Her heart, her stomach, the pulse between her thighs -- they all clenched up tight, wanting more.&nbsp; She broke the kiss and laughed softly at herself.&nbsp; Her head was hanging back, but her body was rushing madly ahead.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Brett let go of her, and she felt a glass pressed into her hand: cold and solid, just beginning to be moist against the heat of her fingers.&nbsp; She took a sip, and with an amused smile, breathed a sigh of relief: it was strong, really strong, as if Gabriel knew she needed a little help.&nbsp; Or wanted to make sure Brett got lucky.&nbsp; Her eyes locked to Brett’s, and she took a long, deep, swallow.&nbsp; And another.&nbsp; Rum and Coke -- it was a teenager’s drink, but it was potent, and all that sugar rushed the alcohol straight to the bloodstream.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>She needed to make sure she didn’t get past tipsy.&nbsp; If she got drunk, Brett might back off.<br>&nbsp;<br>She was aware of movement past Brett’s shoulders; Monica had moved outside to the patio, and Gabriel was following her.&nbsp; Lauren felt a surge of gratitude flow through her, warm and intense.&nbsp; Monica was giving her a little privacy.&nbsp; She would surely have been as comfortable sitting there with Gabe and doing…. whatever…. without any concerns for privacy herself.<br>&nbsp; <br>Was that sort of thing going to happen?&nbsp; Lauren’s eyes went wide at the thought.&nbsp; They had a whole week.&nbsp; Tonight might be the only night they spent with Brett and Gabriel.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or they might stay here the whole week.&nbsp; Who knew what might happen?&nbsp; Who knew how things might change?&nbsp; Or escalate?&nbsp; So many prospects, and all of them shocking.&nbsp; Or wicked.&nbsp; Or both.&nbsp; It was frightening -- but even more shocking was the thrill of excitement.&nbsp; There were so many things that she’d never done before, never tried, never even imagined she might do.&nbsp; Or ever imagined she might want to do.<br><br>She took another long swallow of her drink, and gave Brett a slow smile.&nbsp; She was still nervous, and she was getting tipsy; but she knew what she was doing, and she knew that she wanted this to happen.&nbsp; One arm slid around his waist, and she pulled herself close to him.&nbsp; The big, hard bulge in his jeans was pressed tight against her belly, and she lifted her drink to her lis and drained the glass, her eyes on Brett’s.&nbsp; He was young, and handsome, and underneath those college-boy clothes was a college-boy body, lean and taut and strong.&nbsp; And he wanted her.&nbsp; The bar had been full of pretty young things, wearing clothes that were borderline indecent; but Brett and Gabe had ignored the pretty young things, and come straight to her and Monica. <br>&nbsp; <br>Maybe it hadn't been pure admiration.&nbsp; Maybe they figured that two older women would be glad for the attention.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Maybe they figured that two middle-aged women would be more sexually experienced.<br>&nbsp; <br>“I’m not like Monica,” she said to him slipping her other arm around his waist.&nbsp; “I don’t have any great lines or smooth moves, and I’ve done anything like this before.”&nbsp; Her fingers plucked at the back of his shirt, and she tugged it upwards and out of his jeans.&nbsp; Her hands slipped underneath, palms and fingertips sliding over the warm flesh of his back.&nbsp; “It’s been a long time,” she added with a smile.&nbsp; “But I think I remember what goes where.&nbsp; And why.” <br>&nbsp; <br>The Rum and Coke, on top of the drinks at the bar, was already doing its job.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her smile turned mischievous, and her hands fingertips trailed up and down Brett’s spine, tracing the rim of his belt till her fingers came around and met at the front, teasing at his belly button, her thumbs tickling his abdomen just over the rivit of his jeans.<br>&nbsp; <br>One or two smooth moves after all, maybe.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>11-11-2018, 22:10:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett Callaghan</strong><br><br>Lauren's groan of pleasure as Brett kissed her, his arm tightening around her was, quite simply, incredible... And the way she leaned against him as her mouth opened under his assault, the way her tongue flickered against his almost hesitantly at first, all served to make him moan softly, the sound lost in her mouth as his tongue flicked against hers in response as he leaned into her, her head hanging back a little as she let him have his way.<br><br>He couldn't have been happier with the choice he'd made, as much as he looked forward to some time with Monica later, if the pair of them so desired, for now he couldn't have been more turned on. Something about this leggy blonde was making sparks fly and his cock pulse with excitement, and all he knew was he wanted more...so much more.<br><br>When he broke the kiss as Gabe approached with the drinks they were both panting softly, both hungering for more, wanting more it seemed, though the drinks would help smooth the way as he took a sip just a Lauren did, and tasted the rum... Gabe had made the drinks strong, perhaps assuming the girls, or perhaps he, needed a little help, but it didn't bother Brett as he took a long pull at the cold drink and smiled in appreciation.<br><br>He was intent upon the beautiful woman before him, not really paying much attention to Gabe or Monica at that point as Monica seemed quite happy to take Gabe under her wing and help the younger man soar with the eagles, he seemed to be in good hands for now which meant Brett could, maybe, focus more on himself and Lauren, and so he was only vaguely aware that Monica had led Gabe out onto the patio. When he did become aware of that fact though he couldn't help but smile, especially as that fact also seemed to help Lauren relax as her own smile suggested...<br><br>The widening of her eyes made his smile soften as he saw some uncertainty in her eyes, but if it had been linked to any concerns those seemed to dissipate rapidly as she took another long swallow of her drink and gave him a slow smile, a smile that was filled with playfulness and promise, causing a thrill to pass through him. It wasn't his first time with a woman, far from it in fact, but it <em>was</em> his first time with someone older and, perhaps, more experienced, but he had no fears he would be able to perform, and perform admirably, not to mention multiple times with the gift of his youth, so he knew he could make her happy... And he was game for whatever she wanted to try.<br><br>Brett, unlike many of the boys he knew, wasn't into the wham, bam, thank you ma'am routine, just going with the girls to get their rocks off and more often than not leaving the girls frustrated... No, Brett very much liked to make the girls squeal and scream with passion, he very much loved to make the girls find exquisite, ecstatic release, because more often than not that made him that much more excited, that much harder to the point of being almost painfully so, and he wasn't above using toys and tricks and perhaps some kink to feed his own addiction, which was making his sexual partners cum.. Sometimes as many times as he could get them to...<br><br>And Lauren had very much made him want to make her scream with pleasure, make her squeal with delight, and this want was rapidly becoming a need as she pulled herself in close to him and drained her glass, pressing her body against his to tease his, very hard and now very obvious, erection. Not that he'd do anything she didn't want him to, that was another thing that set him apart from some of the other guys in that he'd never force someone to do something they weren't completely ready for, or wanted to do...but it didn't seem like that was a problem for Lauren as her arms slipped around his waist and she spoke in a low, sexy tone about how she didn't have any great lines or smooth moves, a fact that he'd have challenged had he not just temporarily lost the ability to speak as her palms and fingertips slid under his shirt and over his back...<br><br>Her teasing words about thinking she remembered where everything went caused a playful smile though and he finished his own drink with a long pull, before setting the glass down next to hers to free both hands as her smile turned mischievous and fingertips trailed up and down his spine before moving between them to the front of his jeans. Finding his voice he spoke, his voice thicker than before with the desire he was filled with as he smiled at her mischief, "Well..." he managed, before swallowing to clear his throat, "We can take it as slow or as fast as you want, Lauren..." he said as his right hand reached to caress her cheek before sliding teasingly down her neck, his thumb brushing over her throat as his eyes followed they motion, before his eyes flickered back to hers, "And we can do whatever you're comfortable with..." he added, implying he was comfortable with most anything she might want.<br><br>But then a flicker of mischief of his own filled his eyes and curled his lips as he added, "But maybe we start with letting me see you..." he said as his hand that had paused at her neck slid lower, brushing over her breasts as his eyes watched her reactions, "<em>All</em> of you..." he added softly, as if he thought he needed to clarify before adding, "Because you're so beautiful... Lauren... I want to see you... Touch you... Taste you.." he said as he tilted his head, his warm breath caressing her neck as he trailed a line of kisses down towards her shoulder as his right hand moved to gently ease her clothing off her shoulder as his left hand slid around her waist and down to grab her ass cheek, which he squeezed playfully, gently pulling her against him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>12-11-2018, 21:31:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div><em>"That works wonders for the view," </em>Monica murmured softly.&nbsp; It did.&nbsp; His hands molding themselves to her body in front and the hard press of his groin against her ass and back turned the sky and sea to molten velvet, which seemed to fit wonderfully with the sensations the contact produced.&nbsp; It seemed that much of Gabriel's shyness was produced by a worry that he was going to assume too much or go too fast, and she'd just removed whatever uncertainty remained that it'd been too easy.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I never did really understand the concept of making a man work to get lucky ... is that still something it's called?&nbsp; It doesn't matter if we use the popular word for it as long as we both understand the meaning, though.&nbsp; I'd made up my mind what I wanted by the end of the first sentence, and I'm pretty sure you had too. So why not save the work for something more important?"</em><br><br>His permission, so sweetly proper, to use both hands on him too prompted a smile, and a wicked gleam in her eyes that was mostly lost, given that there was noone close enough in the right direction to see it.&nbsp; That was all right, though, because sometimes a little little wickedness was better when it had had time to grow from a gleam into a blaze, and they were just getting started -- though the pace of the start seemed to have picked up.<br><br>So far, it certainly seemed that they had reached an easy rapport, and there was no hesitation in the pull of her top's tie, or in the mouth that found her neck, and bit down to scrape along the bared shoulder while their hips settled into a slow bump and grind, adding heat.&nbsp; The sipper slid down, coaxed by his hand, which Monica considered an acceptable use of a hand, especially as the other showed no reluctance to stop cupping and squeezing. If she stopped admiring the view, she could clearly see the movements of that busy hand, setting the slick fabric of the now loose top to something of an erotic peep show, concealing the particulars while leaving nothing more to the imagination as he tugged at her nipples.<br><br><em>"They're 'come hither' nipples," </em>she teased with a low chuckle, feeling a quiver of anticipation as he offered a brazen hint of what he wanted to do next.&nbsp; Without a bra, and decent AC, they were no more shy about getting noticed than Monica herself.<em>"And so I've been told, but I'd love to have another opinion."&nbsp; </em>Her nipples were large, and the breasts nicely firm.&nbsp; A little work had done wonders to fight the effects of gravity, and had had the after-effect of making those large nipples that had roused his curiosity and perhaps something of the swell that pressed into her stretched-tight skirt-back and the curves below as well even more sensitive than they'd been before.&nbsp; It was a win-win, and she was more than happy to satisfy Gabe's curiosity on that score, and just about any other.<br><br>Since her drink had been put down out of the way, and the view -- even molten velvet as it was -- could only be improved by getting naked, she was more than happy to respond to the tactile urging, though as she turned her hands first slid up to the button closure of the halter and unfastened it before the garment ended up fluttering from the balcony to the beach below.&nbsp; It had been worn mostly to be taken off, and for the moment it had served its purpose.&nbsp; Deliberately, she hooked the halter around one of the convenient supports for the railing, and then turned, shoulders held high and back straight -- even if she was relatively sure that the girls could go up against any half her age, there was nothing wrong with taking pride enough not to slouch.<br><br>She wasn't overly concerned with the other couple inside anymore, and she figured that they were both well old enough to decide what they wanted to do and who they wanted to do it with, so at least for now she'd leave them to it unless somebody yelled for help or an overloud, and overly-close, clearing of throats or some other indication that things were not progressing like everybody hoped they would.<br><br><em>"There now."</em>&nbsp; She leaned her ass back against the railing, and put her hands on his wrists and slid them up, admiring the shape mostly by sense of feel while she smiled up into his face, which was already showing some of those lovely signs of dissolution into desire.&nbsp; Knowing where they were going lessened the immediate urgency, allowing them both to enjoy more of the journey, even if it was as close as the waves lapping against the sand below.&nbsp; <em>"Though I think you're over-dressed for the occasion now.&nbsp; Let me help you with that ... and I'll definitely use both hands."<br></em><br>Her skirt, even with the zipper pulled down as low as it would go, showed no signs of slipping down over her hips.&nbsp; It'd need coaxing down or peeling off, but that was by design as well, not so much as making him work for it as focusing his attention.&nbsp; His jeans were tight enough to show off a nice ass, and legs that'd look good in swimming trunks on the beach and even better without, but they'd slide down without too much encouragement. Once her hands had slid up to his biceps and back down, fingers slid off and hooked into his t-shirt, and began the process of working it up from the front, thumbs splayed to bunch the fabric while her fingers worked up from beneath, sliding slowly on skin.<br><em><br>"So ... Gabriel ... should we start aiming for a dark corner before much more comes off, or are you feeling daring?&nbsp; &nbsp;I confess to having just a tiny bit of an exhibitionist streak in me.&nbsp; If I didn't like shopping for clothes so much, I wouldn't mind being a nudist -- though there's something just so fun about getting clothes off, don't you think?"</em><br><br>She was definitely having fun, and this view was every bit as interesting as the one now at her back, and just as magnificent in its own way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>17-11-2018, 22:13:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"They're 'come hither' nipples... and so I've been told, but I'd love to have another opinion."</em><br><br>"Right you are ma'am," he replied with a chuckle. He'd hoped that she would pick up on his comment from before and of course she had. From that point on he simply stood where he was and enjoyed the sensation as Monica turned around before him. He could have moved back to give her a bit more room but the close contact was part of the fun in this case.<br><br><em>"There now."</em> she said as she leaned back against the railing and slid his hands back up to where they had been before. It was such a deliberate - and deliberately lewd - act that for a moment his tenuous grip on keeping up with the situation almost left him. His look faltered momentarily and fell from her eyes to her mouth and chin before it fell a little further to see the tops of his fingertips and exactly where on her body that they were. The moment passed and his desire threatened to throttle his nervousness with the strap of the wispy top she'd just taken off if it didn't buck his ideas up sharpish. <br><br>His eyes came back to hers and his strength fed off hers and he thought he did a pretty good job of matching the desire hers were showing to him.<br><br><em>"Though I think you're over-dressed for the occasion now.&nbsp; Let me help you with that ... and I'll definitely use both hands."</em><br><br>"Please... and I agree wholeheartedly."<br><br>Since she'd let him explore her person at his own pace while he undid her top he decided to do the same for her now. Besides, it was both heartening and frightening in equal measure to see the look in her eyes as she pulled his top from his pants and bunched it up as she pulled it upwards. He swallowed hard but held her gaze. He was going to do that from now on too. This was something that they both wanted and that they were both being completely honest about. There was no earthly reason why he couldn't match her gaze therefore.<br><br>"So ... Gabriel ... should we start aiming for a dark corner before much more comes off, or are you feeling daring?&nbsp; &nbsp;I confess to having just a tiny bit of an exhibitionist streak in me.&nbsp; If I didn't like shopping for clothes so much, I wouldn't mind being a nudist -- though there's something just so fun about getting clothes off, don't you think?"<br><br>He grinned and nodded enthusiastically to her. At the end of the grin he absently bit his lower lip slightly in a modest display of some of the nerves he was still battling inside his head. His let his gaze drift again from her face to his hands as they somewhat covered the face of her breasts. At the moment his entire universe consisted of the person before him and - perhaps - the two feet of balcony railing that was stopping them both from ending up in a heap on the beach below. At that precise moment the entire New England Patriots roster could have tramped through the house en-route to the beach in some unlikely night-time nature ramble and he wouldn't have noticed a thing. For sure some small part of him knew that Brett and Lauren were still inside the house and could presumably see what they were doing right now but if the other pair were in any way like he and Monica then they had their minds - and eyes and hands and much else besides - on other things.<br><br>"We're not going anywhere." He told her. It sounded far more certain than he normally should feel about such a thing but hadn't she said that right now was a time for wild, uninhibited, and crazy? Well... check!<br><br>His hands lifted off her breasts - ostensibly so that she could pull his t-shirt off his body - but of course it gave him a wonderfully clear moonlit view of the come-hither nipples.<br><br>"Oh sweet Jeez....." he mumbled before t-shirt obstructed his view and he compliantly lifted his arms up so that she could pull it off him entirely. The shirt dropped to the balcony floor to be instantly forgotten. His hands came back to her body but this time to her hips. For a moment he wanted to look at her and he didn't want anything to obstruct the view. He drank her in, taking several seconds before once again meeting her gaze. "You're beautiful." He told her. "I mean completely and utterly mind blowingly beautiful. How come you are here with me and not on some oligarchs yacht? Better yet, you should be in a studio and someone should be painting you or sculpting you at this very moment. I'm nowhere near worthy of this... of you but.... thank you."<br><br>He was once again in danger of losing his shit but this time it was for a much more understandable reason. She was gorgeous. Perhaps she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. Easily she was the most beautiful women he'd ever stripped off on a balcony. He leaned in towards her, pressing his front against hers as he brought their bodies together. He kissed her on her cheek and then her lips and mouth for what seemed like an eternity. His hands snaked around behind her and caressed and stroked her back. He could feel the tight muscles beneath his fingers and once more it slightly scared him all over again. He simply clung to her for a few seconds until the wave passed over him and he was once again in control of his emotions for a little while longer.<br><br>He relaxed his grip and pulled back once again. He was about to ask her whether he should help her with her skirt but then he didn't need to ask about that did he? His hands slid indulgently down her waist and hips before alighting on the waistband of the skirt. It would stay securely where it was until the end of time without just a little help from one of them. He was going to be the one to help. He curled his fingers underneath the band and pulled outwards slightly as well as downwards. Movement! A little more and there was even more movement. A bit more still and he could see the top of what could only be a very insubstantial pair of lace panties.<br><br>She had no idea how utterly and completely reassuring he found the existence of those panties. For sure they were just one more thing that he was going to have to take off but they also marked her out as still a regular member of the human race. A bit more pulling and a bit more lowering and the rubicon was crossed and the skirt would obey the laws of gravity without more coaxing. Gabe let the physics do their thing and the skirt fell to the floor with a swish. Immediately he dropped to his knees before her and kissed her stomach just above where the waistband of her panties brushed against his chin. He ranged right and left a little before focusing again directly in front and kissed and nipped at her stomach.<br><br>He curled his fingers around the thin waistband of the panties but looked&nbsp; up at her - through the valley-view that her breasts made to her face beyond. He was going to pull her panties down for sure but he wanted her to watch him as he did it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>02-12-2018, 20:09:38</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>He wanted to see her?&nbsp; He could have anything he wanted, so long as he kept making her feel like this.<br>&nbsp; <br>Lauren’s heart was pounding, hammering like mad.&nbsp; She felt Brett easing her blouse down her shoulder, his lips and teeth grazing her bared skin, and she heard herself whimper softly.&nbsp; Oh, God, was this really happening?&nbsp; She let her head fall back, and with her eyes closed, she grasped his hand and drew it to the top button of her blouse.&nbsp; With her hands on his hips and his knee between her thighs, she leaned backwards, arching her body towards him; and one by one, Brett’s fingers unbuttoned her blouse.&nbsp; His mouth trailed down the path of the buttons as they were slowly freed, and Lauren heard a low moan spiral up from somewhere deep in her throat.&nbsp; His hand slid into her blouse, drawing it open and letting it fall from her shoulders till it caught and hung loose on her arms.&nbsp; One hand closed tight over her breast, squeezing lightly, catching the hard nub of her nipple between finger and thumb and rolling it through the lacy fabric of her bra.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Lauren's breath hissed through her teeth, a sharp, shivery intake of air.&nbsp; “Oh, God,” she whispered, and her hand covered Brett's, pressing his palm more firmly against her.&nbsp; His hands were so warm, and the things they did to her!&nbsp; Every touch, every kiss, every tweak of her flesh sent hot sparks of electric fire through her whole body.&nbsp; Deep in her belly, a sparkling core of embers was glowing, burning; she could feel her body opening to him, wet and ready and eager.&nbsp; With a sudden rush of desperation, she reached up to her chest, fumbled with the catch of her bra, pulled it free of her breasts and let it hang from her elbows with her blouse.&nbsp; Brett’s hand covered one mound, and his mouth quickly claimed the other; Lauren groaned out loud, and without conscious thought, her knees flexed outwards, opening her body to his, and she pressed herself harder against the thigh that quickly moved farther between her legs.<br>. <br>She was dimly aware that Monica and Gabriel were just out on the patio.&nbsp; If they looked back towards the great room, they'd see everything that she and Brett were doing.&nbsp; Everything!&nbsp; They'd see her hanging in Brett's arms, limp and wanting, halfway out of her blouse.&nbsp; Shouldn't she care about that?&nbsp; Shouldn't she and Brett find his room?<br>&nbsp;<br>She ought to care.&nbsp; She ought to stop this right now, but what if she did?&nbsp; She hadn’t felt anything like this in years.&nbsp; Years!&nbsp; Somehow, between the children and the years together with Richard and the familiarity of his routine, she had let her body go dormant.&nbsp; Inert.&nbsp; Now, suddenly, in the arms of a boy half her age, she had come alive in a waterfall of excitement, of passion and desire, and oh God, she wanted this!&nbsp; Her sexuality had rushed out of its stupor; she was raw, vibrant, humming with need.&nbsp; Who cared who saw them?&nbsp; Who cared?&nbsp; And what if she pulled on the reins, and the glorious, nerve-wracking urgency of this hunger went away and didn’t come back?<br>&nbsp; <br>One arm wrapped around Brett’s neck, and she ducked her head, claimed his lips with hers.&nbsp; Her tongue caressed his, her teeth found his lower lip and nibbled gently.&nbsp; She came up for air, gasping, soft mewling sounds oozing out of her throat, and she found his earlobe, licked it lightly, sank her teeth into it.<br><br>Her free hand slid to his jeans, groped at the rivet.&nbsp; Her hands were trembling too hard to manage it; instead, she found the zipper, dragged it down, and slid her hand into his jeans, found the rigid shaft of his cock through the flimsy cloth of his underwear, and began stroking it.<br>&nbsp;<br>Deep down inside of her, underneath the waves of desire and wanting that were carrying her along with them, a small persistent stream of fear bubbled up, quickly silenced and overcome by the force of the power that surged and throbbed between her legs.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>04-12-2018, 20:32:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/W27uBwl.jpg)</div><strong>Brett Callaghan</strong><br><br>Brett couldn't stop himself, and quite frankly didn't want to, as he eased the blouse over her shoulder and kissed and nipped and licked at the soft skin, dragging a whimper from her lips that only encouraged him further. He'd been with his share of younger women, many in fact, and things could be as exciting with them, would certainly culminate the same way, but something about Lauren, this beautiful older woman in his arms, made him want to go slower, made him want to take his time, made him want to make her squeal with pleasure and her reactions to his touch only made him want that more.<br><br>Her hand grabbed his as her head fell back and he smiled against her skin as he let her hand guide his to the buttons of her blouse, before letting her hands move to his hips, holding them together and letting him feel the heat of her body against his thigh as she leaned back, her back arching beautifully, presenting him with the access he desired as he slowly undid the buttons and pushed the thin material away. Her chest was moving with her panted breaths, the lacy bra tantalizing and sexy as hell on her with those beautiful breasts of hers, and his hand found it's own way to one of those wonderful globes, cupping and squeezing it, caressing through the thin lacy material as his lips trailed a path of fire down her chest, between her heaving breasts causing a low moan to tear itself from her throat.<br><br>The hand at her breast captured the hard nub of her nipple and squeezed it, rolled it, causing her breath to hiss through her teeth before dragging a whisper from her lips, a needy, strained whisper, then her hand was covering his, tightening over it, causing his to squeeze her breast tighter, his palm rubbing over that hard nub. His head dipped and his mouth found the other nipple, suckling it into his hot mouth, uncaring of the thin lace that covered it as his other hand flattened against the small of her back, in part supporting her, and pulling her against him, against his thigh as he felt her press herself against him.<br><br>His cock was painfully hard, constrained by his jeans as this beautiful woman moved suggestively against him, not from any intentional tease but from the pleasure he was causing to blossom through her, course through her as he sucked gently on her nipple, his tongue flicking against it through the material as his hand squeezed and cupped the other, before moving to capture her nipple with his fingers again. He couldn't believe how much he wanted her, and any thought of Gabe and Monica had been pushed aside by the growing need, the burning desire he was feeling for Lauren... Good God, how much he wanted to taste her! Feel her enveloping him... Hear her cries...<br><br>He moaned with need against her nipple, the sound muffled, vibrating against the sensitive nub, then her hand was at his neck drawing his lips to hers, and they kissed... Their tongues danced playfully, then he was moaning softly as she nibbled on his lower lip... When their lips parted he heard the soft mewling sounds spill from her lips and they urged him on, his hand at her breast tightening gently around the captured nipple while his other hand at the small of her back moved lower until it could grasp at her ass, and tighten over a cheek.<br><br>When her mouth found his ear he groaned with need at the top of her teeth, he wanted her so badly but was resisting the urge to just collapse onto the couch not a few steps away, knowing he had seen hesitation in her and wanting her to feel comfortable, relaxed... Then her hand found it's way into his jeans and caressed along his hard, throbbing length, and any remaining self control he had almost got thrown out of the window... <em>Almost...</em> Her hand teased his length, fingertips caressing over the bulbous tip that was leaking precum as hard as he was, and then he let slip a harsh groan as his hand released her breast and grabbed her wrist and gently, ever so gently, eased her hand from his jeans.<br><br>Before she could question he reached for her, gathering her up in his arms easily, her long legs draped over his right while her back was supported by his left, and then he was moving as his lips found hers, not meant to intentionally still any hesitation or question she might have but more from wanting to taste her kiss once more as he carried her, easily though cautiously, to the nearest room and carried her carefully through the door. He and Gabe had scoured the house of any personal belongings, photos and such, and they'd noticed the occupants must have an extended family that visited regularly as several guest rooms were set up as purely that, rooms for guests who might be anybody, and it was one of these he carried Lauren into, his lips fastened to hers, his tongue delving into her mouth as he lowered her to the covers before finally breaking the kiss, both of them gasping softly for breath.<br><br>He smiled and stepped back to push the door closed letting her feel they had some privacy for this first time, before turning to her, pulling off his jacket and then dragging his shirt up over his head before discarding it, leaving him naked from the waist down as he then moved onto the bed, coming up from the foot of the bed with a playful smile on his lips. "My turn to touch..." he whispered softly, "And maybe taste...", he added as he moved between her legs, gently spreading them, knowing there were still clothing barriers covering her nakedness between her spread thighs and letting her have them for now as he could do plenty with them there.<br><br>Fingertips trailed paths of fire up those long, sexy legs, accentuated by kisses of his lips, flicks of his tongue, giving her no doubt of where his intended destination was as his eyes watched her, gauging her reactions, wanting her to relax and be aroused enough to give herself to him...fully....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>07-12-2018, 01:01:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>With the chuckle, she could feel Gabe’s confidence increase, and she was glad of it.&nbsp; The world had evolved past The Graduate and Mrs. Robinson, and Blame It on Rio.&nbsp; It didn’t need to be furtive or awkward, and there was absolutely nothing more natural than two unattached people acting on their desires.&nbsp; At least with his age, she doubted that he was married, and she no longer suffered that so-called-exalted state herself.<br><br>Her fingers wasted only enough time working his top up so as to enjoy it a bit longer, her fingers enmeshed in the sensation of smooth, soft skin, body heat, fabric damp from the humidity and perspiration, while her eyes were locked on his, a lazy smile encouraging him to forget his worries and just do what came naturally, with a little flick of her tongue over her upper lip hinting at her own desire to use that tongue in any number of interesting ways on his person.<br><br><em>“Good.&nbsp; Daring is good.&nbsp; Make the most of your experiences and opportunities, Gabriel.&nbsp; Cui bono?&nbsp; Whenever someone or some convention might stop you from doing something you think you might like to do, ask that question.&nbsp; Who benefits?&nbsp; A lot of the time, the real answer is that they do, if only because they don’t want someone else doing what they’d love to do, if they only had the nerve.”</em><br><br>She didn’t say, and didn’t have to say, that she hadn’t known that at his age.&nbsp; It had taken a number of let-downs and disappointments before she’d seen the light, but that didn’t mean Gabriel had to wait.&nbsp; <br><br>When she’d gotten the top worked up to where he was going to have to move to let her get his shirt from up to off, and nodded, signifying her approval of his steady gaze and reinforcing it with a nod and a heated smile before he raised his arms, and, regrettably, removed his hands from their hold on her body.&nbsp; This time, however, she was pretty certain he wouldn’t wait for an invitation to put them back.<br><br>His words, almost groaned, intensified her smile, and added to her arousal, as well as being ultimately satisfying, with an underlying sweetness that added an air of innocence to what they were about to do that almost brought a sting to her eyes.&nbsp; She diverted the response to a silent promise that she would make sure this night would unforgettable, something that he might look back fondly to when his future wife had said she was ‘too tired’ or his children were clamoring for a new gaming console, a new car, or demanding why they couldn’t do something dangerous or reckless.<br><br><em>“Thank you.&nbsp; I’m glad you think so … and I’ve been on yachts before, and they’re overrated.&nbsp; As for being painted or sculpted … why should the canvas have all the fun?&nbsp; I’ll be your canvas, your clay, and you can paint me, shape me, bend me …” </em> She gave a low chuckle, though there was no hint of derision in it as she glowed with the effect of his regard, with no false modesty to get in the way.<br><br>Her hands were itching to perform a similar service on his pants, but he moved first, his fingers hooking in the band of her skirt.&nbsp; His face was intent, and he worked the skirt down without hesitation, even when the tight fabric clung teasingly, and she loved the feel of his fingers, against skin, against lace, and she offered no assistance until they had been tugged down her hips.&nbsp; To show her approval, she angled her thigh to ease the remaining journey, and anchored herself as he followed the skirt to the deck as his lips found the taut skin of her stomach, firm as a demanding exercise regimen could make it, and if the elasticity wasn’t quite what it was when she was a teenager, she had little doubt that the view of lace against her tanned skin was one that would stir.&nbsp; Her fingers moved to the railing on the deck, anchoring herself as she stepped from the skirt with heart racing, moaning softly as he kissed her stomach, the softness of it against the bites making her ache, and oh, so very wet in anticipation.<br><br>Lauren and Brett were, for the moment, forgotten, the beach below as well save for the cooling breeze that blew up off the water and added its kiss to Gabe’s as he eased back and looked up at her.<br><br>They stared at each other for a heated moment, and then his eyes dropped and raised again, almost challengingly, and she gave another lazy smile, reaching out with languid fingers to brush tendrils of his hair back as he began pulling down the little scrap of cloth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes drank it all in,&nbsp; moving just enough to split her attention between his face, and the sight of her tanned, bare mons against the frame of the lace, rosy lips parting slightly as she shifted her leg.&nbsp; Her smile didn’t falter, but her breathing had quickened, her breasts rising and falling more emphatically.<br><em><br>“Much, much better than on some ogliarch’s yacht,” </em>she assured him, reaching out to lay her fingers on his temple before threading into his hair, her gaze wandering lower as she anticipated what she might find when it was her turn. <em> “Though if you feel like a sailor just into port, we’re certainly close enough to the ocean.”</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paradise by the Dashboard Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>09-12-2018, 23:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>“Much, much better than on some ogliarch’s yacht. Though if you feel like a sailor just into port, we’re certainly close enough to the ocean.”</em><br><br>He chuckled at that. Women like Monica occurred only in the dreams rather than the reality of sailors visiting a port. <br><br>"Ocean?" He said instead, with a smile and then a gentle kiss still just above anywhere too intimate. They could have been on the surface of Mars for all he cared at this moment - aside from the fact that they'd be frozen to death of course.<br><br>Perhaps it was the fact that she was letting him go at his own pace, or it was the supportive smile, or maybe it was that there really wasn't anything more to be done at the moment other than do what he was doing but through his efforts the panties slid past the point of no return then and slipped to the floor to join the skirt. As he expected, something so small and insubstantial made no sound as they hit the skirt. She was naked against the railing and he was... Well, he'd been the one to strip her. He swallowed hard but she didn't change her expression, nor the pressure of her hand in his hair. If she'd not wanted him to do this then she'd had plenty of chances to say so before now. This was something that they both wanted. <br><br>Still keeping his eyes on hers, he leaned forward and kissed the top of her mons. Nothing happened to strike him dead, dumb, or even blind. In fact, nothing happened at all to make him stop. After this first experimental kiss on this most intimate of parts, he did it again and in a way that meant he'd remember it properly this time and also take a little time to enjoy the process. As his lips touched the softest thing that he'd ever pressed against in his life, his gaze faltered and dropped so that he was instead looking at the skin of her stomach from no more than an inch or two's distance. The darkness of the balcony did nothing to diminish his enjoyment, however, and he pulled back only so that he could enjoy making contact with her sex once again as he pressed forward once more. Each time he'd pressed his lips against her with a bit more pressure. On this third contact he could sense the barest hint of wetness on his lips. Unconsciously he licked his lips and now he had her essence - or at least a little bit of it - on his tongue. He pressed his lips against her once more but this time angled a little downwards. Now he was sure of the wetness and also of the presence of the cleft. He opened his lips and let the tip of his tongue brush lightly at the cleft. The wetness was much more apparent now and there was no mistaking that she was absolutely as turned on by what they were doing as he was. He brought her essence into his mouth and pressed his tongue against the backside of his teeth. <br><br>Over the span of perhaps half a minute he slowly rose back up to his full height, kissing her all the way up. <br><br>"You taste delightful." He told her as if speaking of such things was the most natural thing in the world. "See?" He added, before moving in to kiss her once more fully on the lips. His tongue slid against her lips seeking entry into her mouth if she would let him. His hands were also not idle and he slid them down her back all the way to the fullest extent of his reach. It meant he pulled her slightly towards him so that he could get his hands between her body and the railing but doing so meant that he could squeeze her backside easily and fairly firmly; there was more than enough of it to make doing so an enjoyable experience without there being too much to grab hold of.<br><br>"I'm still overdressed aren't I? I'm hopeless at this. Please, help me with that."<br><br>Well, in actuality he wasn't doing too badly. He'd stripped her naked and had her pinned between his body and the railing. He had his hands on her backside and her naked front pressed against his naked front. Yeah, not that hopeless then. His hands began a gentle squeezing of both cheeks of her backside. He desperately wanted to drop to his knees again and drink her in but he could take his time. He didn't think either of them was going to leave disappointed.
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