"Kelsey's Home Affairs". PrimeSlimeTime. UMD.NET 2020.

Adult sexual themes and fetish. A work of fiction. "The rain beckons".

Kelsey waited patiently at the front desk, her overcoat at the ready, her company office foyer fifteen floors up in the city's hub, the polished marble floor accentuating the strongly echoing clip, clip, clip of her heels, unable to move around silently, preferring to go shoe-less on the plush, luxurious carpeting, seamed with exotic weaving and textures, snaking it's way comfortably throughout the maze of boardrooms and offices of her workplace. The lavish expense of her office, the company buying out the entire floor, exotic paintwork, artifacts and lighting throughout, many of her clients taking some time before and after appointments, wandering around the spectacular art gallery around them, soft cafe music, barely audible down the hallways. A perfect match with her office surroundings, her exotic, silk day suits, double lined and hand tailored to wrap around her lush curves, her chest especially, disproportional to the rest of her body size, her custom underwear, made in Paris, her extensive wardrobes, at home and work, filled with exotic formal wear and hundreds of pairs of shoes. On a normal Friday afternoon, with an early knock off, her appointments, business and reports signed off and filed for the week, her ecstatic mood replaced with glum and depressing, the weather outside, the cause of her demeanor.

An extensive low pressure winter cell, howling gales, sleet and horizontal stinging rain, hanging over them for days, taking its time as it passes painfully by, a trail of carnage and destruction in its wake. The roads, icy and dangerous, hundreds of freeway closures, road carnage on a grand scale, trees uprooted or broken in pieces in every street, power outages and local flooding, the most common problems, most of the city workers, opting for the monorail or subway, extra buses rolled out by the city civic authorities, to help the citizens commute safely. Her thoughts as she waited for a colleague to join her, of the bashing in store for the brave folk daring to venture outside. Over lunch she called up Templers Bar, booking a table at the local favorite hangout for city workers, her fingers crossed it was open, hoping to enjoy great company, a few drinks and dinner, the free bus services beginning at six, the time just past three thirty, a miserable Friday afternoon and weekend ahead of her.

The lift well buzzer softly chimed, and turning around, the dial softly and cheerfully told her it was going down, a friendly wave from within as the doors slid silently open. Her company over dinner, Stella Montgomery, half stepped out to greet her, Kelsey quickly joining her for the ride down, a few others standing at the back, admiring the view at the front, her backside getting a few stares and silent comments as they rode down the elevator to the ground floor exit. Silently waiting patiently for the slow ride to end, the lift stopping at every floor, the same cheerful tone irritating her at every stop. The nature of the weather became clear as they departed the elevator, the cheerful departing, "have a nice day", Kelsey cursing the happy digital elevator servant, her back to it in disgust. Swiping their pass cards at the exit door, security staff carefully checked their passes and signed them both out after a full body scan through the ballistics and metal objects scanner. Again, more stares at her generous features. She waited, holding her breath until the door buzzed, pushing it ajar slightly, two hands needed to hold it, the howling gale almost tearing it from her hands, and stepping outside, the almost blizzard shoved her along the landing, attempting to carry them both off. "Shit", she screamed out, grabbing the handrail down the steps, her coat wrapped around her, the stinging rain and howling wind destroying her umbrella in seconds, depositing it in the nearest waste bin, getting rid of it the only safe option, more than a few left to the same fate.

Linking arms with Stella for protection, and struggling to hear her voice, the two wind and rain battered women hurried off down the block and around the corner, pelted by the same but from the other direction, no matter where you turned, a smack to the body with icy gusts and stinging rain. Her suit pants, soaking wet in seconds, the wind eager to tear her coat from her body, unable to keep her legs covered, her moncler jacket providing better protection up top, zipped up to the top, her neck scarf, chilled and soaking wet, discarded at the next waste bin they passed, fighting the weather all the way. Two more blocks to the finish line, their downstairs haven, the neon sign down the street pulsing brightly as they ran a red light at the next corner, the streets mostly void of cars and human life, no police officer on location to stop and fine her for street offences. Running the last few yards and down the stairs, and barging through the outer doors, pushing them closed behind them, shaking themselves off, laughing at the gauntlet behind them.

The booking servant, Claire, a lovely girl of twenty-three, and stunning in looks, greeted them warmly, calling Kelsey by name, and taking their coats, handed them clean warm hand towels to dry themselves off, Stella helping her friend to dry off, her suit pants, soaking wet, gratefully accepting a larger towel, her hands shaking, attempting to soak up the wet chill from Kelsey's legs and backside, admiring it herself as she dried her off, removing most of the moisture. Claire waited patiently while her two attractive guests composed themselves, shaking off the weather, handing them drinks and meal vouchers, Kelsey taking her hand in thanks, enjoying the contact, crimson all over Claire's adorable face, a genuine smile in return, Kelsey capturing the look in her memory. A gorgeous girl, envisaging in her mind, in a sexy outfit as her personal office secretary. Claire invited them through into the tavern bar and dining space, giving them table tags, their booking seat, a private cubicle near the roaring fireplace, the tavern mood just the ticket, enticing the guests to remain for a while, more than a few guests booking in today, escaping the weather, a good option on this day.

A table waitress attended soon after they sat, Stella looking around for familiar faces, waving at a few, Templers Bar, a favorite city hangout for many. Gloria introduced herself, her sweet voice and intriguing accent, grabbing Kelsey's immediate attention, another fine specimen, a youthful female, her graces and poise standing out as she waited on them, returning soon after with a drink for each, on the house, her cheerful personality, her short skirt and stockings, oozing sexiness, Kelsey's sharp sense of attraction, capturing the same thought as with Claire. Leaving the table tags behind, Kelsey dragged Stella up from their seats and closer to the fireplace, her legs instantly warming up, removing her moncler jacket, her physical dimensions catching Stella's eye approvingly, her sweater unable to hide her chest as she flung out her hair, teasing it with one hand, it falling in to place nicely as it dried. They chatted quietly as friends, work, life, men, women, and more comfortable in each other's company, returning to their seats after a time, warmer and drier, ready to enjoy a hot meal and take their time with it.

Other guests arrived or left over their small talk. One such guest, a co-worker of Stella, an adorable hunk of a man, Nick, stepped through the door, also with a booking. Impeccably dressed as usual, the weather having no visible effect on him, Stella stopping in mid-sentence, grabbing Kelsey's arm, her attention fixed on him. She lept from her seat, Kelsey left in silence, her train of thought lost, her eyes following Stella, something important grabbing her attention. Stella waved at Nick, approaching him quietly, shaking hands, then softly embracing, relaxed in each other's company. Kelsey, immediately drew her gaze to the attractive-looking intruder, tall dark and handsome in appearance, with a sense of dress, his masculinity apparent as he removed his jacket, Stella, pointing over to Kelsey, inviting him to join them, secretly attracted to him, a handsome prize for any girl. Their first meeting, stuck in a crowded elevator during a mock evacuation, a foiled plot to escape the building early, the safety systems stopping them in their tracks, the warning system and phone going off, security staff, asking for the number of people and the elevator number, all ten of the crowded elevators, hanging in limbo, Stella jammed up next to him, unable to move.

Nick agreed to join them, ordering more drinks from the bar, his credit card handed over, offering to pay the tab without asking, small talk between them, fresh drinks in hand. Kelsey's eyes fixed on the pair, sizing up the extent of their obvious connection. Stella lead him to their booking seat, Kelsey in awe of him as he approached, standing awkwardly as Stella introduced him, his manly presence, bowling her over in an instant, her eyes undressing him, his voice melting her, her returning gesture a squeak in her voice, unable to get the words out, her second attempt, thanking him, blood rushing to her head, her hand frozen as he took it, his strong hand, taking hers softly, the touch shaking her to her core, arousing sensations exploding as she resumed her seat. My god, she thought to herself, what a specimen of a man. Through small talk and chat she learned he held the office of deputy director of operations for the company, his office above hers by two floors, Stella the fortunate one as she worked with him daily. Kelsey, blown away by the first time meeting, her focus blurred slightly, overcome with emotions, keeping them in check, a serious level of heat and dampness in her underwear, and not from the soaking rain outside. Nick casually took control of dinner, the two women happy for him to take charge of things, Stella eager to engage in chat, anything but work, dragging Kelsey into the conversations, her apparent discomfort noticed and not remarked on, Stella quickly restoring her composure as they discussed dinner options. Nick and Stella suddenly swapped out places, Nick comfortably seating himself between them, asking for ideas on the dinner menu. Kelsey, precariously dangling on the cliff of sexual explosion at his close proximity, their legs touching under the table as Nick stretched out, slipping off his shoes, her skin burning from the touch, her sexual arousal rising to boiling point. Her breasts stood at attention, lifting and contracting, her nipples aching for his attention, grossly extending out through her bra and sweater, her sex switch on full, her pulse, pounding in her ears, Stella not missing a beat, plenty of women, melting in his presence for the first time. He gazed at her, softly asking for her dinner order. Kelsey squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, his right hand gently touching her arm, his manly fragrance filling her nostrils.

Needing to excuse herself, unable to endure the torture any further, Kelsey took her leave, rushing for the sanctuary of the ladies room, her bladder at bursting point, her inner parts demanding sexual release, and grabbing the seat with both hands, an explosive hands free orgasm overtook her, unable to stop the event, caving in to it, shaking and shuddering, her womanly essence and urine, pouring out of her into the bowl, her teeth chattering, her eyes clamped shut, a hand over the mouthful of sweater, stifling her screams of lust. The vision of Nick in her mind, pushing her deeper into ecstasy, screaming out in torture, ejecting her bodily fluids strongly, squirting as she urinated, her sexual fire releasing itself in a nuclear lustful event of epic proportions. She sat in silence, shaking and shuddering for minutes, her breathing in gasps, cleaning up the mess afterwards, spraying herself all over with exotic perfume, her musky scent, filling the small room, adrenaline and endorphins pulsing through her, blankly staring into the restroom mirror as she composed herself.

Returning to the table, explaining she suddenly needed the ladies room, Stella eyed her pensively, the afterglow, her physical appearance, all telltale signs, Stella acutely aware of her state of mind, Kelsey doing a great job in hiding it, her sodden underwear in a sealed lunch bag, replaced by a spare pair, calming sensations returning her to a comfortable state as she resumed her seat, a light tough on Nick's thigh with a trembling hand, apologizing for leaving in such a rude manner. His intoxicating innocent smile at her as he waved her apology away reignited her senses, Kelsey diving into the menu to prevent another incident, incredible to experience, and she placed her order, and looking up, her eyes met Gloria's, such intense green eyes, and forcibly detaching from her stare, she handed her menu to Nick, holding her composure, and taking her glass from the table, she emptied it, shaking the remaining cubes of ice in the glass, the decadent Manhattan cocktail, demolished in seconds, the taste in her mouth, smoky and sharp, shivering at the experience of the moment, her unexpected and out of control violent orgasm in the ladies room, one of her best.

Dinner soon arrived, Kelsey floating into a relaxed state, the cocktails having their effect, her intolerance for strong drink getting her intoxicated, the aftereffects and disgusting hangover, something she avoided. The delicious meal, thoroughly enjoyed by all soon finished, the talk then focusing on the time and plans for the weekend. Kelsey suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her stare glued to Nick's wedding band, not noticing it until now, continuing after a pause, her dejection obvious. The thought of him happily married crushing her in an instant. Stella continued the discussion, grinning at her friend, obviously broken in pieces at the presence of their dinner guest. Nick explained casually he had separated from his wife of ten years, her sudden departure with their two high school-aged children, a welcome break, their marriage at breaking point long before she left, moving to her parents luxurious estate, thousands of miles away, taking a job transfer and the kids, the rental property on the market for sale, her application for divorce in progress, his daughter disgusted at her mother, consorting with a co-worker, dating and week ends away on business and for a few years, the strain on their relationship eventually tearing them apart. Kelsey sat in stunned silence, Nick, a devoted husband and caring father of two, wealthy, influential and well respected in business, still wore his wedding band, the conversation ending, Stella noticing and commenting on the time, the weather outside, keeping them inside, the free bus ride home, nearing the time to leave, drawing closer by the minute.

Nick casually suggested giving them both a ride home, Stella and Kelsey taking the same bus, often catching up outside of work for shopping, girl business and social outings, car pooling in the warmer months, the state emergency services office declaring non essential road travel banned in some areas at this time of year, the weather dangerous, especially at night. Nick, on the other side of the city, a luxury penthouse apartment, his own keeping with a housekeeper and maintenance staff, a double private office and guest suites, on a private golf course estate, the two women in an upmarket semi-rural suburb, about an hours drive away on the other side of town. The options discreetly discussed, the car closer by far than the bus stop, the undercover parking lot above the tavern, his car in a secure area, the elevator taking them straight to it. The agreement made to travel by car and hope for the best.

Seeing them through security, the women's pass cards allowing them through, Nick innocently enjoying the fresh feminine company, and starting on their way out, a police officer stopped them near the car park exit. He checked off their ID, asking for the destination, Kelsey horrified to learn the roads, blocked near her home because of serious flooding, the police officer refusing her permission to drive home, or take the free service bus, her district cut off by flood waters. Nick asked about his home location, a few awkward minutes waiting, the officer checking on the state of roads over the radio, a host of detours in place, the highway closed for now in his direction because of a horror pile up involving hundreds of cars. As long as he followed the directions, the officer checking his home address and license plate; he was clear to proceed home, warning them of checkpoints along the way, emergency services stretched thin, fines and arrests already handed out in quantity during the day and evening. Nick confirmed his compliance, the officer, satisfied for now, ushered them out in the street, stopping the oncoming traffic, his night light pointing them in the direction of travel, Nick saluting him as they passed by, a long drive ahead of them. The radio broadcasts constantly updated them on the conditions by the minute as reports came in. The wind had reduced to a gale, the ice to rain, the roads easier to navigate, but slowly, the damage from the storm visible everywhere you looked. Houses with uprooted enormous trees, cutting them in half, abounded, the fury of the storm going down on record as one of the worst in decades.

A three-hour drive through many check points lay ahead of them, the same questions repeated, Nick explaining he had co-workers onboard, unable to return home because of flooding, the wary eyed officers checking off their ID's at every stop, one stop alarming as a massive tree had come down, bringing down high voltage power lines, the power out for hours as a safety measure, more detours in place, the OK to proceed given after almost an hours delay.

He buzzed annoyingly at his gate, the security sensor reading his license plate, but not granting him immediate access, and screaming into the intercom with his voice code more than once, the gate opened slowly, as if it were a skeptical police officer, demanding to know his ID for the hundredth time. He parked up and killed the engine, leaning back in his seat, breathing a sigh of relief. "Home ladies", he sighed, his two passengers in relief they had safe lodging for the night. The path lights turned on, automatically lighting their way ahead as Nick held his pass key at the door, his house immediately granting him access, a voice greeting, welcoming him home for the day, and he ushered his guests inside, the noise of the weather immediately cut off as he softly closed the doors, the entrance down lights switching on, the ground floor foyer lighting up as he showed his guests through to the spacious downstairs kitchen and dining area, his apartment simply stunning. He took their coats, hanging them up and invited them to sit, pouring drinks, his bar fully stocked with cocktail ingredients, passing them around, getting out exotic snacks and nibbles, playing the friendly host, rarely having guests. The lounge TV slid down the wall as he pressed an unseen button, the news channel, plastered with the reports of carnage, thousands of people cut off or stranded, countless suburbs without power, the three of them in silence as to the extent of the damage, locked in for the weekend, no doubt. He flipped to his favorite cafe channel, soft music replacing the depressing weather notices. "Well, I think we're stuck here for the weekend" ,his glances at Kelsey and Stella, both of them offering thanks for the luxury lodging and safe ride home.

The glass wall at the rear of the room slid silently apart, the sound of gurgling streams and soft music from the next room in their ears. Kelsey immediately jumped to her feet, intent on exploring, her gaze at Nick, his hand waving an open invite to check out his inside pool room, his attention drawn to Stella, inviting interesting conversation.

A lush indoors semi tropical garden of Eden oasis appeared before her, with Jacuzzi and plunge pool, Kelsey whispering "oh my goodness", and wide eyed as she carefully stepped through the opening, the solid wooden decking, carefully laid, towel racks, benches, a bar and TV, plush couches and pool lounges, the room a resort away, an exotic retreat at his fingertips at home. She kicked off her shoes, dropping to her knees, the warm water of the cascading waterfalls in and around the color filled garden beds, running invitingly over her hand, Kelsey, longing suddenly to plunge in fully clothed and enjoy it. At home, as often as was possible, she slipped into her pool, shower, Jacuzzi or deep luxury bath, in whatever she desired to wear, a long time WAMMER, soaking wet in her best formal and underwear, her definite thing. Her first innocent, accidental soaking, in her youth as a high school senior, in her cheer-leading uniform, soaked to the skin, her team ignoring the downpour, the school football team winning the final game of the regular season in grand style, despite the weather. The memory of that forever real as if it were yesterday. She returned to the lounge, her hands shaking with excitement, her earlier arousal giving her a quiet nudge, the drink in her hand disappearing fast as she sat herself down, the sight and sounds of the pool deck, filling her senses with the desire to get soaking wet, right here and right now.

Stella, now comfortable in her seat in the secure warmth of Nick's luxury abode, let out a huge yawn as they comfortably chatted, her body content with the comfort of her days work in her office, the exceptional meal and safe drive home, his hospitality top notch, and removed her moncler jacket, the warmth inviting her to fold it up next to her and relax further. "Long day for you?", Nick commented, an apology from Stella, shaking her head, ready for a hot shower and bed rest. "I can show to your rooms, ladies", as he stood up. Inviting them to follow him, he showed them upstairs, a grand top deck foyer, five star accommodation, two luxury guest rooms with en-suite bathrooms, a common kitchen and lounge area, a day room lounge with sweeping views further back, the weather faintly discernible outside. Stella wrapped him up, thanking him for his hospitality with a firm kiss, a good night hug for Kelsey, then disappeared into her room for the night.

Kelsey followed him back downstairs, a lump in her throat, her desire boiling over, slowly enter the pool clothed as she was, uncomfortable as she resumed her seat. Nick poured them both another drink, sitting closer to her, his eyes evaluating her innocently as Kelsey took a sip, savoring the taste, then drained her glass, thanking him as she handed it back, ready to explode, the burning question in her head, can I please jump into your pool.

"The exotic calming waters".

Sensing something was clearly amiss with his guest, leaning forward from the edge of his couch, his eyes fixed on her, he casually questioned if she was OK. Her familiar tingling sensations returning in a burst, this time giving her away completely, Kelsey got up from her seat and sat beside him, her hands trembling as she clasped them tightly between her knees, her desire to get soaking wet in his amazing pool room, turning her upside down, the inclination to do it screaming out at her until she could bear the torture of it no more. "Have you got something I can change into Hun, I've got to go for a sink in your fabulous pool", and unzipping her moncler jacket, her breasts jumped out at him, straining at the material, her enormous aching nipples begging for his touch and mouth, her sexual desire peaking as it had done in the tavern after work, her breathing quickening by the second, ready to burst into flames if he said no. "Would you like me to join you in there fully clothed", his question, with a wide grin, catching on to where she was at getting an immediate response. Kelsey launched herself at him, taking him by complete surprise, wrapping around him, her mouth attempting to suck the life out of him, kissing him for all she was worth, his arms gently around her, her body, demanding release from her emotional and physical prison.

Remaining this way for some time, Nick relaxed into sync with her, recovering from her attack, kissing her back in like manner, his hands finding her chest, pinching at her rock hard nipples through her clothing, pulling firmly down on both of them, a gasp of pleasure in response, her ample bosom, more than he could handle with his bare hands. He dropped his mouth to her sweater, grabbing a nipple with his teeth, sucking back on it deeply, drawing her breast deep into his wanting mouth, her shuddering and gasping moans, enough to tell him he was doing it right, set to explode at any second, better in his pool and not all over his expensive furniture. Dragging them both up from their love seat, he pushed her off, grabbing her by the shoulders at arm's length, her face crimson, her breathing in gasps, looking her over for a few seconds. Kelsey, visibly shaking and a mental sexual wreck, her body demanding immediate sexual release, not just a fuck but complete satisfying sex, her eyes glazed over, Nick aware that to leave her like that, was denying her the release she craved, not something he expected to endure for the weekend.

An arm around her shoulder, his other behind her knees, he gently picked her up. Easily accommodating her weight he turned, softly padding into the poolroom, the glass wall closing behind him, Kelsey placing her arms around his neck as Nick gently carried her down the steps, the auto jet switch activating and into the swirling warm jets of water he carried her. Slowly dropping deeper, then plunging fully under, a drop off near the middle, six feet of water near the center of the pool. Kelsey squealed in delight as she went in and under, her moncler jacket bubbling up, filled with air, refusing to sink with her in it, her silk suit, sweater and underwear soaking wet in seconds, squirming as her clothing sank with her in it, contractions between her thighs giving her electric sexual pulses, gasps of pleasure escaping her lips, not wanting the moment to end. They surfaced, Kelsey laughing and squealing with the pleasure of it, comfortable and trusting in his arms. Nick kicked out with this muscular legs, propelling them to the other side of the pool, depositing them both under a cascading waterfall, an underwater rise and a bench providing them with a comfortable seat. Kelsey spun herself sideways lifting and wrapping her legs around his strong waist, her feet crossing over, pressing firmly against his groin with her own, flexing her hips against him, feeling his impressive member harden through his suit pants and Lycra trunks, giving him an impressive erection in short time, this amazing man sporting an absolute cannon as she ground herself against him, mouth on mouth, his hands under her sweater, clawing at her breasts, her bra straining to hold them in place, lifting and bouncing in the pulsing jets of water and air, his fingers pinching on her hard nipples firmly, banging her aching breasts together. He thrust at her, getting a better grip with his feet, slamming her against the wall of the pool, his rigid member pressing hard against her groin, the two of them slamming against one another through their clothing, Kelsey gasping, begging for his member, slipping into a sexual trance, tongues of electric fire exploding through her as she let go with a scream, convulsing and screaming expletives incoherently. She exploded, her teeth biting hard into his muscular shoulder as he pounded against her, slamming her against the pool wall, giving her what she desired, a decadent clothed sink in the garden pool, and an intense, satisfying sexual release, a double whammy for her all in the same moment.

She reached down with one hand, struggling to unto her suit pants, desperate to have him deep inside her, totally bent of having him fuck her into oblivion, Nick helping her to slip her pants down her legs, feeling her taut generous backside in his hands, propping her up comfortably as she freed his member from his pants and underwear, almost passing out as her hand took hold of it, drawing it out with a snap, almost four hand widths and solid, and into her underwear she pressed it, screaming out lustfully as it brushed her thighs. Nick helped fuel her desire further, pressing it firmly against her bulging clit and labia, rubbing hard against her, lightning bolts both overhead and through her body, crashing thunder as he entered her, grabbing handfuls of her clothing tightly, a lustful scream, a painful contraction biting down on his length, the huge blood engorged crowbar driving fully into her hot soaking depths, a sharp but enjoyable pain as she discharged her love essence over its length, biting down hard on his flesh with her teeth, screaming his name as he rhythmically and purposefully fucked her, slowly at first, gathering momentum, eventually slamming into her hard, possessing a great deal of sexual stamina. Kelsey demanded he pull her hair, and grabbing a handful he complied, a scream of pleasure in response to his slightly aggressive sexual interaction, a little rough, just how she enjoyed it most. The explosive moment of controlled climax and struggling for air, Kelsey on the verge of passing out, a warm dizziness overwhelming her senses as she came in time with her lover, his stiffening and pulsing as he drilled her, ejecting a load of seed into her, Kelsey hanging on for dear life, partially losing consciousness.

She regained her senses a short time later, in Nick's strong arms, gently swirling around in the shallows of the pool, her jacket, sweater and pants all removed, down to her underwear, his legs under her supporting her weight, Nick down to just his trunks, her focus on reality gone, Kelsey missing the undressing as Nick freed them both from the constraints of their clothing, and still deep inside her. Gasping for air, Kelsey holding on with her remaining strength, gasping for breath, in complete exhaustion, a tiring numbness in her legs, barely able to lift them. Nick checked in that she was OK, a nod, her eyes glazed over, dizzied and slightly sick to her stomach, another contraction, her body rigid as he slipped out of her folds, Kelsey swearing, the head of his still throbbing member causing her a host of pleasures as it popped out, dropping her weight on him, unable to hold herself up.

After a time, and gathering her limp body up, he stepped up from the pool, their clothing either floating around or sunk to the bottom. He carried her off through the house, water dripping off them onto the tiled floor then quietly up the stairs, throwing his suite door open, gently dropping her onto the load of towels on the end of the luxurious suite bed, leaving her to rest, broken and dazed from the intense experience, the woman insatiable, refusing to give in until completely satisfied and delirious. Nick showered and changed, cleaning himself up, fresh clean trunks on and returned to Kelsey, dried her off and deposited her into his bed, climbing in with her, snuggling up, her mumbling something incoherently as she drifted off into nothing, exhaustion taking its toll on her, barely able to move a muscle. Nick wrapped her up in his warmth, a hand cupping a breast, her body still as he gently caressed her all over, soon falling asleep himself, loving the company of the amazing woman he had only just met.

"The Morning After".

Kelsey woke up, an immediate sick sinking feeling inside her, laying still as she gathered herself, the disgusting need to vomit, a strange sweating and heat overtaking her, in stark contrast to the ecstasy of the night before. She rolled to her side, attempting to get up from the enormous plush bed, her head spinning, a pounding headache forcing her eyes closed and finding a bucket next to her on the floor, in relief she shook, violently heaving her stomach contents into it, some of her leftover dinner, the stench of it dragging more up, he insides forcing their way out through her mouth, the morning after feeling, chewing her up, violently spitting her out. "Oh fuck me", she blurted in disgust, another rumbling in her stomach, the awful pushing feeling up through her throat, another belch of partially digested food and liquid, shaking her head, coughing up more, her head hanging over the bucket, her arms holding it steady, her head resting on them to the side, the room spinning around her. "Fuck", as she let go more, a heaving mess, her nose and mouth dripping with the remains of her meal and drinks, her lack of tolerance for strong liquor and smashing away a few innocent cocktails to calm herself last night, her undoing.

The disgusting sensations subsiding slightly, the worst feeling possible. She felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Nick was with her in her moment of disgrace and in his bedroom, Kelsey attempting to apologize as she heaved again, her stomach now empty, the worst hangover in her memory, wishing she were still asleep. He moved up behind her, a cool towel in his hands, a sharp cry as it touched her skin. Nick toweled her off, placing it against her cheeks and forehead, running it over her skin gently, she was hot and sweating, the cool wet plush hand towel offering her some minor relief, Kelsey embarrassed at her condition, grateful for his expert care. She took another towel from him, wiping her face clean, a spray of mouth fresh, the welcome taste brightening her up, groaning as she placed the bucket down, keeping it near, the sickening feeling subsiding for now, her body aching from end to end, attempting to stretch. Nick wrapped her up gently, leaning her back onto his chest, wiping her down some more, her arms, legs and torso drenched in her sweat, her body broken from the activities of the night before.

"Did you enjoy your swim", he questioned, Kelsey laughing in response, nodding her head, her tired arms, over his, turning her throbbing and dizzy head just enough, Nick offering her a mouthwash bottle, Kelsey muttering thanks as she rinsed, Nick holding the bucket as she spat into it, the stench of it almost making her heave again, her stomach heaving, holding it inside, her complexion green, a strong dizziness and acute nausea overwhelming her. Nick helped gently lay her down on her side, keeping close to her, his hand on her in reassurance that all was well. She fell back to sleep after a while, Nick flipping the airconditioner on, quietly leaving her in peace to sleep it off, removing the bucket and cleaning up her mess, smiling to himself over the previous night's events. The wonderful dinner, harrowing ride home, the explosive sex with her in his pool, their clothes removed from the pool and in the laundry earlier in the day, himself waking up hungry and in good spirits.

Stella meanwhile, up much earlier, a cooked breakfast for herself, the kitchen mess cleaned up after herself, Nick's home, spotlessly clean. Opening the upstairs day room patio doors, a fresh breeze greeting her, finding some left over clothing in the robe in her room after she showered, dressing in nightwear and a satin robe, Nick's ex-wife leaving some items of disused clothing behind, Stella relaxed on a patio lounge, listening to soft cafe music, sipping on a tasty coffee on the balcony, the spectacular view overlooking the lush gardens and fairways of the golf course, closed to members and the public today, storm damage everywhere you looked. The weather turned for the better overnight and into the early morning, overcast with peaks of sunshine as the morning went on, the storm's fury passed, a massive trail of destruction of hundreds of miles, her neighborhood still cutoff by floodwaters.
Nick dropped in to check up on her, stunned to see her dressed as she was, a welcoming smile in his direction, commenting she looked better than his wife did in it. Stella thanked him for a wonderful evening, shaking her head, giggling at his comment, parting her legs, giving him a subtle view of the top of her thighs, asking where Kelsey was at, her brows raised slightly. Nick gave little away, making a coffee for himself, a healthy shot of Drambuie dumped in it, joining her outside, catching up on work matters on his work laptop, preferring the company while it lasted, compared to the solitude of his office. "She's pretty hung over, and a wreck, and sleeping it off", grinning to himself, almost laughing at the condition he found her in when she woke up.

Chatting with Stella comfortably over work emails, she candidly asked him a question. "Umm, there's a one-piece swimsuit in the closet that might fit me, can I change and take a swim in the pool, or dip in the Jacuzzi?", her simple request met with, "help yourself and have fun, and take it home if you like it and whatever else you like, I've been meaning to throw it all out one day", his voice trailing off, his phone ringing, distracting him from the conversation. Stella tiptoed off and changed, the fit of the luxury expensive swimsuit a little tight round her hips and backside, comfortable up top, and grabbing some fresh towels, stopping at the other guestroom door on her way past, peeking in to check on Kelsey, realizing suddenly where she was, the room undisturbed. She waited at the glass wall downstairs; the doors sliding open and slipped quietly into the pool, loving the warm refreshing waters, the jets blasting at her from under the waterfalls as she swam around having the time of her life, imagining a luxury holiday in a far away first class resort, the pool room simply stunning. Nick joined her after a while, Kelsey snoring her head off when he checked in on her, leaving her in peace, and into fresh trunks only, Stella's eyes wandering down his body, unable to stop her stare. What a hunk of a man, she thought to herself, and that package, she mused, holy shit, he was huge. Catching her stare, Nick grinned, Stella averting her gaze, then looking back at him cheekily, a subtle silent flirt between them, swimming off in the other direction, making sure he had a good look at all of her, purposely parting her legs when she flipped over, her gorgeous ass and camel toe, sticking out invitingly, Stella making sure her easy going host got a good eye full of it, playfully swimming around then over to him, pulling the front of her suit down to expose her average sized cleavage as she reached the sideboards, surfacing just underneath him, giving him a full view inside the tight fitting suit, her breasts and nipples sticking out.

Nick offered her a drink, a polite thank you from Stella, watching his muscular and toned body, his taut backside and full package in his tight fitting trunks, shivering as he bent over the bar seat for glasses, taking a chilled wine from the bar fridge, dropping her gaze as he turned. "You are one fucking sexy man", her softly spoken comment to him as he sat on the boards next to her, legs dropping into the pool as he corked the bottle, Stella shifting between his legs, her hands and arms resting on his thighs, the package in front of her easily in arms reach, tingling sensations making her shiver more, his mere presence arousing her. "You think so", his nae response, his eyes wandering over her cleavage as he handed her a glass. Stella half lifted herself out of the pool, splashing him and soaking his trunks, noticing a twitch, she thought, and dropped herself across his lap, shaking out her hair, half drenching him teasingly, taking the glass, her stare into his eyes as she sipped at the chilled fresh bubbling liquid, the taste, heaven on her lips, half draining the glass and putting it down. She slipped her thumbs into the straps of her suit slipping them off her shoulders, exposing her top half, her gaze on him as she sat across his lap, a hand teasingly on his thigh, her fingertips stroking the seams of his soaking wet trunks, and she slipped the suit half off, falling back into the pool, kicking out of it, wriggling out of it, making sure he saw her in her naked glory, Stella enjoying her upfront dangerous flirting with her boss, the thought in her mind of his wife doing the same thing, but with someone else, wearing what she was wearing, her mind ticking over dirty thoughts as she kicked and swam, naked in his pool, his eyes fixed on her and every move she made.

She coaxed him into the pool, a great deal of effort, with Kelsey only giving him a look and a simple question the night before, Nick jumping at the chance to get her in there, his mind wandering. His attention returned to Stella, out of the pool in her naked beauty, jumping back in, diving under and between his legs, her hands brushing over his trunks, grabbing a hold of him playfully as she went through, the thought in her mind, his enormous package and her stuffing it in all her holes. Surfacing behind him, turning and tackling him from behind playfully, Nick easily overpowered her, his elbow at her crotch, picking her up and throwing her across the pool, Stella screaming, not expecting his strength as she flew through the air, arms and legs flailing, an enormous splash as she landed awkwardly, struggling for the surface, forgetting to breathe before she went under, coughing up pool water as she surfaced. Nick's roar of laughter in her ears as she turned, Stella kicked over to him, wrapping herself around him, thrusting herself at his groin, grinding against him, her arms round his neck, innocently kissing him seductively, then kicked off, getting herself out and dried off, returning to her suite to dress as before then back to the patio lounge, more sun out now and for longer periods, satisfied with up front flirting with him, a clear image, having fondled him, of the monster appendage in his shorts.

Nick had a swim around. Lounging for some time under the waterfalls at the bench side of the pool, sipping on a glass of bubbly, not wanting to waste an exotic and expensive drop, his attention suddenly drawn to the glass door as it slid open. Stella stepped softly through, wearing the nightwear she wore earlier, a genuine smile, a reason to get in, slipping into the pool, instantly transparent, and quietly swam over to him, joining him on the bench. He handed her the three quarter full glass and poured himself another, chinking glasses with her, sipping quietly, her nightwear bubbling up around her, her right leg gently placed over his, otherwise keeping her hands to herself, eyeing him pensively, the same stare as earlier when she disrobed, teasing him with her nakedness. He made small talk with her, asking about the weather outside, Stella snuggling up to him, her arm around his shoulder, giggling as they chatted, a soft, decadent taste in her wanting mouth. "Sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have done that", her soft remark, Nick quick to state it had done her no harm. "You're both fun and engaging, not to mention horribly sexy women, and I'm loving your company and attention". "Maybe a bit loose with Kelsey last night, and I admit", then a pause, "we had the hottest sex last night, and I broke her in half". "She's a broken wreck this morning, and barely able to move, and I dumped her in my bed and kept an eye on her through the night, the poor thing, so hung over this morning, and I left her sleeping".

He broke off his words, the glass door sliding open, a disheveled looking Kelsey appearing through the gap in the glass, also finding something to wear, a super tight pair of black satin french knickers, having more girth than his ex-wife, and a loose fitting long black T-shirt, her chest sticking out, her hair, a mess, her makeup, smeared in places. Stella laughed at her appearance, Kelsey casually stepping over to the sideboards and sat, her legs dangling in the refreshing pool jets on her side, then slipped off the edge, soaking herself, fully submerging and surfacing and swam over to a waterfall, washing the muck from the night before from her face, getting most of it off, more awake thanks to the refreshing soaking from the pool, her thoughts on the night before.

"How are you feeling this morning", Stella giggled, eager to hear about her night, easily telling she wasn't well, recovering from her seriously toxic hang over. "Like shit and broken in pieces, thank you", the response, dunking herself again, removing her T-shirt when she surfaced, not caring, her private parts exposed, Stella and Nick staring at her chest as she wrung out the top, tossing it aside. Kelsey slid silently up to them, parking herself on Nick's lap, her legs across Stella, her feet crossing over. Taking Nick's arm around her and relaxing back into his chest, she sighed, comfortably letting her body relax, her right arm drooping on to his, her head to the side, feeling the comfort of his rising and falling chest. The swirling jets massaged her tired, sore body, her breasts poking up through the boiling surface foam, banging together silently, her free arm on Stella's thigh, her fingers gently stroking it as they chatted, Kelsey not wanting to move, the water buoying her comfortably like a soft cloud in the sky. "Great night, but geez it fucked me up this morning", "Nick here helping me through that nicely", she whispered, looking up at him with a smile, her makeup smeared all over her face.

Stella laughed at her state, her hand stroking her leg in return, running up over her tight fitting satin underwear, her fingernails teasing her through it. Kelsey slumped back further closing her eyes, her right arm over Nick's, pushing back into his groin, feeling a bulge underneath her, her thoughts returning to him breaking her in half, her body destroyed mentally and physically, her other thought, Stella's fingers softly stroking her through her underwear. Nick's hand shifted higher, his thumb and forefinger at her left breast, Stella watching intently as he teased it to full height, her nipple expanding as he gently touched it, growing to an enormous size. Kelsey shifted at the gentle fondling, passion and lust arousing her in a half sleepy state, softly moaning, Stella's hand slipping into her underwear, rubbing her thigh, joining in on the fun. Kelsey shifted her legs invitingly, offering the searching fingers better access as she pushed against Nick, feeling his erection building underneath her, the memory of her hangover forgotten, focusing on the fondling, the three of them softly teasing each other. Kelsey bent her left knee, lifting her left leg up, drawing Stella's right leg out and up over herself, placing it comfortably, her legs now wide apart, her hand slipping along her thigh, caressing her gently under the surging jets of warm water, her fingernails drawing little animals on her skin, and finding her underwear, she slipped her hand inside it, her fingers stopping, finding the top of her mound, Stella uncomfortably shifting, the two women poised to finger each other, highly aroused. All the while Nick sat back comfortably, thoroughly enjoying the coming together of his two gorgeous guests, two hands on his own body, not sure of who was who.

Nick casually flipped the TV remote, the screen dropping down the wall, the weather news, breaking the sensual moment, the focus on the myriad of disaster reports, non-essential workers ordered to stay home, non-essential businesses closed, the streets in chaos, the pictures and videos of the widespread damage horrifying to watch, a reporter at the end of the news, the highway behind her, covered with surging floodwaters, a few cars, tossed in the rapids, smashing into the bridge pylons, tossed like paper. Taking a question from a concerned live caller, the number flashing on the screen, asking about conditions for the upcoming working week, the camera switching to the emergency services chief's live update, a massive tree through a house behind her, her long-winded explanation, depending on cut power lines, property damage and serious flooding, for now stay where you are, providing you are safe, call emergency services where you are not, and we will update you accordingly. Nick flipped the TV to off, the cafe music channel on, a softer, soothing sound filling their ears. "We could be stuck here", Nick's serious tone, Stella and Kelsey, all smiles, gazing longingly at each other. "It could be worse", Kelsey looking up at him, her arm around his neck, reaching up for a kiss, her hand slipping further into Stella's underwear, her thumb finding her bulging clit, two fingers slipping inside her hot wetness, a soft, "oh fuck", as she felt her own soft fingering, her arousal burning, Stella returning the favor, great skills on both sides.

Nick kept his position, allowing the girls time to sort themselves out, Kelsey passing on the wine glasses, Stella enjoying another glass, squirming and voicing her approval, Kelsey with four fingers inside her, to the second knuckle, her thumb pressing on her clit, desiring to suck it from her body, but not wanting to move a muscle. She forcibly stroked it, digging into Stella's throbbing puffy button, her hand suddenly slipping through her entrance, Stella crying out in sheer pleasure, her contraction abating. Kelsey's hand deep inside her, her fingers clawing at her G Spot relentlessly, Stella bucking against the pressure, "oh fuck", rising out of the water as she exploded, grabbing Kelsey's wrist with her now free hand, her vagina exploding outwards, spaying her essence as she let go explosively, screaming expletives and thrusting her pelvis into the air, Kelsey past her wrist, clawing at her insides, Stella screaming, her lust, powerless to control it, never experiencing such sexual release or torture as she slumped back into the water, gasping for air.

She pushed off them both from her body, tearing the intruding hand from her insides, unable to remain still, diving off into the depths of the pool, surfacing on the other side, quaking and shuddering against the other side of the pool, holding onto the edge, a mind blowing and body, ripping, shuddering orgasm, building and ripping through her, screaming out as she bucked, writhed and quaked against it, expletives in her screaming voice to no one in particular. Eventually dragging herself out onto a pool lounge, slowly recovering from the ordeal, never the victim of an orgasmic explosion as this one, physically destroyed, on the verge of passing out, desperately needing air as she collapsed onto the soft lounge, her fingers digging to it, another sweeping urge to explode building, squirting high into the air as she rolled over, expelling her essence everywhere, screaming to herself, her body beyond her control. Nick and Kelsey clutched at each other, a free hand at his groin unawares, pumping his hardness through his trunks in sheer excitement. Laughing in sync, the sight of her squirting high into the air, bucking and writhing as she screamed expletives at herself, highly amusing.

Kelsey, unable to contain her sexual excitement any longer, tore Nick's familiar throbbing member from his trunks, stuffing it deep into her wanting hole, screaming in like fashion as she impaled herself on him. Her hands tearing at his flesh, he got the hint, restraining her arms, and pulling sharply on her hair, pulling her down and towards himself as he thrust into her deeply, his entire nine inch sword, carving up her insides as she screamed in lust, demanding once more, he fuck her brains out, demanding, swearing, cursing. Nick obliged as he plowed her insides, ejecting his seed into her quickly, his rigid pulsing member giving her untold pleasures, her sexual demons released once more, Nick more in tune with how to deal with her, having experienced it the day before.

Stella turned her head towards the noise, prone and shuddering on a lounge bed, Kelsey smashing herself backwards, her arms restrained, Nick pulling hard on her hair, the growl in her voice a little unnerving, the shameless hardcore fucking before her, a sight she might never experience again, as she fought her own sexual demons, destroyed by the orgasms Kelsey inflicted upon her with just one part of her body.

Continued.