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Tommy

Laura had warned me that the director was quite up himself. He was successful at what he did and was well aware of it. My first impression was of someone trying to make people think he had done more than he had. He certainly wasn’t as confident as he tried to appear. What was better was that Laura got fed up with him trying to belittle me. I know she caught me, but I couldn’t help smirking at him when I was letting her take the window seat.

“Behave!” she hissed at me.

It wasn’t long after take-off that Laura had pushed the arm of the chair up and was leaning on my shoulder. In no time, I could hear the regular soft breaths telling me she was asleep. I got the attention of one of the cabin crew and asked for a blanket. He was nice enough to put it over her, so I didn’t wake her in my attempt.

About thirty minutes into the flight, one of the models came and sat across the aisle from us and introduced himself.

“You’re the brother, I hear,” he opened, with a smile on his face and his hands up in a defensive posture. “I’ve worked with Terry before, if you’re not a lovey,” he flashed the two fingers to indicate speech marks, “you’re beneath him.”

I shrugged my free shoulder, “No skin off my nose, but he was pissing Laura off. How’s it go? Insult me, I can handle it, upset my friends or family and I will deal with you.”

“I get you. Listen I’ve seen Laura’s work and heard some stories about her style. I can’t tell you how excited I was when I heard she was going to be the photographer. I’m not the only one. If he carries on with his usual shit, I bet there’s a chance she’ll say stick it. A couple of us are going to have words.”

“Fine, saves me doing it. If you really want to do me a favour, repeat what you told me about being excited to work with Laura.”

He smiled and put his hand on my arm and nodded. The rest of the flight was nothing too out of the ordinary. Laura had about ninety minutes of sleep and with a squeeze of my hand announced to me she was awake.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes, I needed that. Thank you, Tommy. I think now we are on our way, all the stress drained away. I suddenly felt so tired.”

She kissed my cheek and we got some drinks and snacks; after we circulated a little. Some of the models were so full of themselves it was laughable. I wondered if they actually believed the persona they wore. When we were told to take our seats again, Laura started telling how some of the models were excited to be working with her. I caught the eye of the model I had spoken with and nodded my appreciation. Disembarkation, customs and security didn’t take that long and then we were on our way. I had been confused as the airport was called La Gomera Tenerife, I thought we were landing on Tenerife and transferring from there. We landed in San Sebastian and then it was a mini-bus overland to the other side of the island.

We finally arrived at the hotel and when we checked in found that a room had been booked for both of us. I had a word with the receptionist who was able to relocate us to two rooms with a connecting door.

“Why didn’t you just cancel one, or just not use it?” Laura asked.

“Did you tell Tel that I would be happy to sleep in your room?”

“Stop it,” she sniggered, “Yes, I’m sure I did.”

“That’s what you told me. I know, I’m a suspicious git, but it feels like someone wants to play games with me. Fine, let him have his illusion and we get a large dressing room.”

We were invited to dinner with all the crew that night, it was a light affair and spent mostly talking about the shoot. Laura positively shone when she presented her ideas and glowed even brighter when they were almost universally accepted without change. She was like a little girl coming back to her seat. I stood up, as my father had taught me, and she just ran and jumped into my arms. As I hugged her, I caught the eye of Terry who had got out of his seat to congratulate her and she hadn’t even noticed.

“I think El-Tel wanted a word,” I whispered.

“El?”

“El-Tel, Terry. Have you not heard of the England football manager that dad used to go on about, Terry something? Dad always called him El-Tel. Seemed appropriate, given where we are.”

For my troubles, I was slapped on the arm and Laura snorted her drink out of her nose.

“You fucker, I’ve got to work with him.”

“Oops! I’ll have to make sure I don’t mention it to any of the models,” I knew exactly who I was going to speak to.

That night we walked up to our rooms with some of the others. I said goodnight to Laura at her door and being the good brother, made sure she was safely ensconced before heading to my room. I heard movement in the room as I opened the door and had to control my face as I said goodnight to the others. When I turned, Laura was in the bed with just a thin white sheet pulled over her.

“Come here, stinky.”

“Let me have a wash first.”

“No, I’m shattered we can use my bed tomorrow.”

Not one to misbehave. On second thoughts, not one to disobey my sister. Still not right, I couldn’t miss the chance to cuddle up to such a beautiful woman. I dropped my clothes and climbed in behind her.

“Knickers?”

“Not our home bed. Different country, different rules.”

“Our?”

“And we have five nights after the shoot, I want to remain focused,” she looked over her shoulder at me pleading.

“Our?”

“Yes, dipshit, Mr and Mrs Shelby. Our. What’s yours is mine, what’s mine’s my own.”

“I thought you said different rules?”

“I did,” Laura screwed up her eyes in confusion.

“Does that mean, no, doesn’t mean no?”

“And I’ll cut your balls off while you sleep!”

I kissed her hard and hugged her tight.

“There’s the sister I have always loved. Hold that thought, carry that with you, always.”

She smiled and kissed me back, “You are a shit. I will get there, Tommy, I promise.”

“Nah, I think you’re pretty much there. You just need to see it too.”

Laura turned and snuggled back into me. I put my arms around her and drew her closer. Her final movement, that I remember, was interlocking our fingers on one hand and holding it over her heart.

Laura

Morning arrived far too soon, by about two or three days. As soon as my alarm went off, I was up and the first thing I did after that was rush to the loo and throw up. I heard a chuckling behind me when I finished.

“Has anyone told you how beautiful and sexy you are first thing in the morning?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

He did, laughing all the way. I heard some doors opening and closing and when I came out of the bathroom, he was dressed and sat in one of the chairs. It was funny, I was hesitant to drop my towel with Tommy sitting there. Maybe it was because he was clothed, maybe I just became shy during the daytime. Laughing to myself I turned away from him and got dressed. I was more than a little disappointed that when I caught sight of him in the mirror, he was looking away.

“How do I look?”

“Huh?” My brother the speed freak.

“Do I look okay?”

“Erm, you’re taking the photos. It’s the models that are parading the fashion.”

“Yeah but…” Tommy walked up behind me and took me in his arms.

“You look perfect,” he said and kissed the side of my neck.

We were the last at breakfast and I was so nervous, the best I could do was a coffee and a juice. Tommy wrapped some croissants in a tissue for later, telling me to eat them dry, a little at a time. I was not happy after Terry bluntly told Tommy there was no room on the bus to the beach, but Tommy had just laughed.

With a kiss on the cheek, he said, “See you later, knock ‘em dead!”

The shoot went to plan that morning and a good-sized buffet was laid out for lunch, with a well-shaded area. It was during this time that Terry pulled me to the side to talk about the afternoon. I smiled as I saw a few of the models moving away from us, dropping their shorts and going for a swim.

“It’s going well,” Terry said.

“Yes, I’m pleased, so far.”

“You looked very nervous to start. Have you settled down?”

“I was, there’s a few reasons. It’s the biggest I’ve done and the first in over a year. To be honest after the first few clicks of the button the butterflies flew.”

“I’m glad you settled so quickly. I knew you were capable, but no one had seen or heard anything about you. I tried your husband, which is when I found out he is in prison and some of what happened came out.” He stopped, obviously hoping that I would fill in some blanks.

“Ex, yes, he’s in prison,” was all I said.

“Well, I got my assistant working on the task. Seeing if she could find any evidence of what had happened to you. Although you were a big risk, not having done anything for so long, I thought it a risk worth taking.”

I could see what he was trying to do and Laura a year ago may have fallen for it. Someone having faith in me, willing to take a chance. I was flattered, but it was all tempered by the way he had treated Tommy.

“Thank you, Terry. I’m not sure it would be that hard to find me. I’ve got my own website and the have been trying to promote my new business. I will do my best not to let you down. A good job here could set me up well.”

“I have always liked your work, Laura. I have no concerns that you will let me down. Without the limits your husband put on you we could even explore some.”

“Thank you, but what do you mean, explore?”

“Your husband…”

“Ex!” I interrupted.

Terry smiled and continued, “he wouldn’t let you do nudes.”

“These are swimwear shots. Where does the nudity come into it?”

“I was thinking something like them taking them off. Still has the underwear in and we can target an adult audience.”

“Sorry, Terry, you should have raised this last night. I haven’t scheduled it in.”

“We have some extra days at the end, we could do them then.”

“No Terry, the contract was for the nine-day shoot. The other five, I’m taking with Tommy it’s our first break away since my wedding.”

He was just about to say more, when I heard, “Laura, El-Tel! We doing this?”

I almost spat my food all over him. Trying to keep a straight face at his reaction was harder. I looked around for Tommy, but could not see him and wondered when he had spoken with the models, he hadn't had chance at the hotel.The rest of the afternoon Terry was very quiet, but the models were absolutely on point. On the drive back Terry sat close to me, trying to persuade me to do the extra day. That is until I asked if there was another reason that he wanted photos of the men naked.

When we got back to the hotel, Tommy was sat by the pool reading. I kissed him and told him I would be back soon. A quick shower and change of clothes and I went back down to him, where he had a drink waiting for me.

I asked how his day was and what he had got up to and was shocked.

“Oh, a little of this and that. I took a stroll to the beach and watched people cavorting together. There were some fine specimens down there.”

I knew he was winding me up, and it was working. He carried on despite my obvious disdain.

“I was watching a couple and they were obviously disagreeing about something. He looked like a right arrogant prick, but she was gorgeous. While he was getting flustered and angrier, she just seemed so cool.”

I was getting really pissed off now and not trying to hide it either. Tommy was oblivious, it was so out of character, I wondered how much he had drunk.

“The funniest part was when someone, who was obviously part of their group called to them, it just seemed to heighten their moods. He was more pissed off, she looked like she was about to wet herself. She looked even sexier when that smile spread over her face.”

“Look, Tommy, this is all very nice…”

“I didn’t think she would approve of someone calling him El-Tel though.”

“What?” He was grinning like an idiot now. “Where were you? How long were you there?”

“I was in the shadows, just watching my beautiful sister thrive and excel. Watching her in her world, doing what she loves. Making sure she was safe, without anyone putting on any airs just for me. I know how Tel loves to impress me.”

“You are a dipshit, you know that?”

“But you love me all the same,” he grinned as he said this. Then he got up and kissed me, took my hand and led me to the restaurant.

While we were eating some of the other crew members said hello and some joined us. It was very relaxed. After, we took a stroll along the hotel’s beach. It was nothing more than brother and sister, and even without our recent history, it would have been a beautifully romantic night. Finally, we slipped into bed together and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The rest of the shoot followed much the same pattern. I looked around for Tommy and could never spot him. From talking to him, I picked up he wasn’t there all the time or even every day. Every day, however, Terry pushed for the extra shots and every day I turned him down. On the last two days, Terry started to insist it was part of the contract and I wouldn’t get paid.

It wasn’t long after he first mentioned this that I saw Tommy walking down the beach toward us. To anyone else, it looked like he was just strolling along, but I could see a determination in his stride. When he reached us, he gathered me into his arms and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

“Errm excuse me,” said Terry.

“What?” replied Tommy.

“We were having a meeting.”

“Were? Past tense? So, finished?” Tommy turned to me. “Have a look at this shell I found.”

I gave him a questioning look. “Look, I think it’s an old oyster shell. That’s mother of pearl.”

“Look, you will have to leave we are working!” Terry tried to assert himself on the situation.

Tommy just ignored him, “Now, here’s the bit I really wanted you to know about. Feel the edge, feel how sharp it is. Careful, it will go through skin like butter.”

I ran my finger along it, and it was sharp, but not as sharp as I had expected. Tommy just winked and turned to Terry, “Feel.”

“It’s not that sharp,” Terry said, after following Tommy’s instructions.

“Imagine how it would be cutting through flesh. And cut through flesh it could well do. It looks like I’ve taken too much of your time. I’ll leave you to it.”

He kissed my cheek again and then turned to Terry, “Don’t mind if I get some lunch? Thanks.”

Terry looked stunned as Tommy helped himself to the buffet and wandered out of the gazebo. When he passed a group of the models, he stopped and had a brief chat. They laughed a little and I noticed him pointing his thumb over his shoulder. He then walked on and I didn’t see him until I got back to the hotel.

The final day, he parked himself on the rocks overlooking the beach. He was very obvious, but well out of the way and it seemed engrossed in a book he had been reading. After the lunch, one of the models who Tommy had been talking to came up and asked if I would like to go for a drink and something to eat the following evening.

“Apart from being a privilege to do so, I think Terry is planning on asking you. Even if you’re not interested, it gives you an excuse.” I said that I would have to check with Tommy, as I didn’t want to leave him in the lurch.

That night there was a meal for all the crew and Tommy was pointedly not invited. Several people made overtures to Terry about it, but to no avail. Tommy assured me it was fine; he would eat then go out to the pool. We spoke about me being invited out too.

“How do you feel about it?” He asked.

“It feels like I would be cheating on you, is that daft?”

After a minute thinking, he said, “No, I don’t think it’s daft. We’ve effectively been a couple for nearly a year now. Or is that twenty-five years?”

“I suppose. He’s a nice guy and I don’t think it would be an issue. I’m just worried he would get the wrong idea.”

“We spoke about this before we came away. I still think you should. Make it clear it’s just dinner and a drink and you’d like to stay in the hotel. See how he reacts. You’ll know where to find me.”

“By the pool. Thank you, that’s all I wanted.”

“Other than me you have not had a one-to-one date of any sort since your ex. I think it would be good for you to test your feelings about that. It will give you some more information to compare all the rest of this too.” He waved his finger in the air to indicate the work, us, everything that had happened over the past year.

That night, I spoke with the model and accepted his invite. He seemed to take this as I would be his partner for the close of shoot meal. This didn’t stop Terry sitting on the other side of me. On one hand, it was nice getting the attention, on the other the testosterone was sickening. After the meal, there was music and dancing and it was suggested it would be polite to stay for a few.

This brought back so many bad memories and I could see my old self feeling like she didn’t want to upset them. This shocked me, I was surprised that she still existed and was still thinking such thoughts. Tommy had spent so long showing me that it was not my fault if others got upset because of me not doing what they wanted. It was as if the ghost of my ex was in the room. It was the first time I had experienced almost a dislocated view of a part of me. It was extremely powerful to watch her knowing that it was me, not her, that had the final say.

I smiled to myself when I made my excuses and turned to leave. It was then Terry chose to ask me for a drink and the model stepped in to help me. He then walked me to the pool and was noticeably disappointed when he saw Tommy. He was immediately up and walking over. He put a protective arm around me as I walked into his embrace.

Tommy

When I saw them walk out to the pool, I could tell Laura was upset. There was no question of me going to her. I would have any time before and this would never change. The model she was with stopped, then made his excuses and left. I sat Laura down and got us a bottle of water each from the bar. When I sat down, Laura got up and sat in my lap with her arms around my neck. She explained what had happened and how she had felt. She obviously felt me bristle as she told me to settle down.

“I’m sorry Tommy, but these things will happen.”

“Doesn’t stop me being pissed off about it!” Laura smiled and kissed my cheek.

“You attended a dinner that was nothing more than an end of shoot get together. Yet some prick has to try and ruin it with his arrogance and sense of entitlement.”

“I remembered how it was before. I remember the feelings I had when my ex asked things of me. I remember feeling guilty for upsetting him. I also remembered everything you have said to me and how you’ve treated me. Even on the times I’ve given in to you, I have only ever had the feeling you were looking out for me. This was all about him. He wanted me to stay, he wanted me to dance with the others, he…”

“Sounds like a prick,” Tommy interrupted. I looked at Tommy questioningly.

“Fuck that shit. I’d never stop you dancing with others. I would have to focus on you enjoying the dance, not to be jealous as fuck. From what you said, he sounds like the sort that gets off on the control. Dictating what you do and with whom. Which is probably why you started remembering all that stuff.”

“Tommy? You’re a man.”

“Thank you for noticing,” I laughed and got a light slap on my arm.

“Would you ever share?”

“It’s encoded, at least in me, to be the only donor; the genetic prerogative to reproduce. I suppose if me and mine met a man she loved and I developed some sort of man love, then maybe, I could possibly share. Who am I kidding? It would drive me nuts. If it was share or nothing… Shit! I don’t know.

“I learnt a lot from you and ex-fuck-face-in-law,” Laura giggled, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Ex-fuck-face-in-law. It makes me smile, ever since that day, every time you’ve referred to him, it’s a new insult. Even when we were married, I’m not sure I heard you call him anything more than ‘him’.”

“You know me, I’ll always give the respect people deserve. Like I said, I learnt. I let you push me away too easily. If it was share or nothing, I would fight every single day until I had been thoroughly convinced the choice was final. Even then I would leave the door open, always.

“If it was someone like Terry, who I not only didn’t like but felt would abuse any gift he was offered, I would probably end up damaging any friendship.”

“Really?”

“Pricks like that get into people’s heads, how did you feel about my criticism of your ex?”

Laura’s head drooped, “I hated you for it. You just couldn’t see what I saw.”

I lifted her chin and looking her in the eye said, “I never hated you and I wouldn’t hate a friend in the same position. I hated that you couldn’t see what I saw. I pushed further with you than I would with a friend because of our bond. It would either be no longer talk or destroy the friendship and that would be a win for him. She would want to talk about him, and I would struggle to bite my tongue, eventually going off on one and her hating me for it.”

Laura pulled my head tight to hers, “Oh god Tommy, I put you through hell, didn’t I? Even after you dragged me out of it, it took months to get me to shake off the yolk. You should have told me before about the struggle you had.”

“The time wasn’t right, until now. It’s all good, we got there. You really should see the bite marks on my tongue though.”

Laura hugged me and whispered a thank you into my ear, followed by a little kiss. I suggested we go to bed as I wanted to go to the shops tomorrow and she had her date in the evening. The mood was certainly damped down and although we showered together, for the first time since we arrived, it was quite clinical. We helped wash each other, it was loving, it was gentle, but it was not sexual in any way. After we dried off and climbed into bed together.

“Night night, my sweet sister. I love her.”

“Night night, your Laura knows.”

The following morning there was a knock on the door to Laura’s room. When she opened the door, a porter wheeled in a trolley laden with breakfast and champagne.

“Are you the brother?” he asked.

“Do what?”

“I have a letter, for ‘the brother’,” he showed me the envelope.

It read:

I have arranged for breakfast for you in the restaurant. A table is reserved for 8 am. I would appreciate some time to apologise to your sister.

Terry.

I showed it to Laura, “Attempt two to get into your knickers?”

“Two? More like ten,” she laughed. “He’ll struggle though.”

“Huh?” As I turned to question her, she lifted the hem of her skirt, “Just point him to the drawer you keep them in.”

We had started picking at the breakfast when there was a knock at the door. It was no surprise when I opened it and Terry was standing there.

“Morning Tel, thanks for the breakfast.”

He almost twitched before he responded, “You’re welcome, I thought it was the least I could do as I wanted the time to apologise.”

He hadn’t noticed my foot behind the door, so came up short when he tried to enter.

“Your letter, offering me a breakfast that I have already paid for was certainly a gesture. Now, what do you want to apologise for.”

“Yes, Terry,” Laura started, as she came to stand next to me and put her arm around my waist, “what are you apologising for?” I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

When he started stammering, I offered, “For being a prick last night? Or for being a prick the whole shoot? Doing your best to get us apart so you could try to seduce her? Was it a seduction you were after or did you see a weakness you could try and take advantage of?”

I paused and could see he was angry but stuck with how to answer.

“How about you go have breakfast? I hear there is one booked for about now. After which you will try to avoid us for the next few days. Laura will be paid and have the references and recommendations that she is due. If you think of employing her again, remember this conversation. Other than your predation, Laura has loved this shoot.”

As his head drooped, Laura closed the door. After breakfast, we had a quick wash and went to town. We spent the morning looking in the various shops both looking for souvenirs and some light foods. We had a light lunch on some rocks overlooking the beach. After we returned to the shops and I bought Laura a bracelet made from black lava stones, lapis lazuli with sterling silver spacers as a memento for her first professional overseas shoot.

After a relaxing day out, we returned to the hotel. Her date was due to pick her up at seven-thirty. She looked beautiful and I told her so.

“I could be dragged through the sewer and you’d say that.”

“Only because it’s true. You’ll always be beautiful to me.”

The knock came and she kissed me, “See you later.”

“Have fun, I’ll be by the pool,” then she was gone.

In summary, it was the worst evening I have had since Laura moved in with me. I went and sat by the pool with a beer, much the same as the previous night. Unlike the previous night, which was a meal for the whole crew, this was one to one. My thoughts about Laura not socialising with anyone without me, let alone having a date, seemed correct when I encouraged her. Logically, they still were.

I knew where we were potentially headed, and I felt comfortable with our relationship. I had been so hesitant because I needed to be sure Laura was in the same place as me. I would have hated for us to do more than she was comfortable with because she felt she owed me. I wanted Laura to be sure it was right and natural for her and going on a date with someone like the model should, hopefully, clarify this.

I hated every minute I was away from her; it was like a part of me was missing. I tried to focus on it being dinner and a drink. What if she discovered that I was not what she wanted, what if I was just in the right place?

I thought I would have something to eat. I knew the restaurant that they were going to. I went to the buffet and grabbed a plate. Just as I finished loading it, I turned and saw Laura and her beau sitting in the other restaurant. She looked happy and was laughing. He was holding her hand over the table. I was feeling sick. It was as if someone had taken all my guts, squeezed them and then twisted. I turned away and went back to the pool.

I picked at the food I had got, but my appetite had gone. I picked up my beer and determined that I was going to confront them. I was not sure what I was going to say and when I got to the entrance to the pool area, I stopped. I spent the next half an hour pacing around the pool and then stripped to my underwear and swam lengths for a similar time. After I had dried off, I put my shorts and shirt back on and got my third beer. It was now a little after ten and felt like it should be January.

I sat with my feet in the water, nursing that beer, wondering at the huge mistake I had made. I also told myself that I had no rights over her and if she was happy that was most important. I would have to deal with my feelings and be happy for her. It was then that I felt someone put their arms around my neck and kiss my cheek. I held her arm, turned to face her and put my other hand on the back of her head. I drew her close and kissed her longingly on the lips. Laura pulled away and giggled.

“You lost your beer,” she said. I had put the bottle down but missed the edge of the pool.

I stood and pulled her into my arms, “How was your night?”

“It was fun, I’ll tell you when we get back,” she indicated to the side with her head.

I looked over and her date was standing there. He looked confused and a bit put out.

“Are you two? You’re brother and sister, I thought.”

“We are and we are very close. Problem?” I replied. He shook his head and I said, “Thank you for looking after my sister tonight.”

“It was a pleasure; she is delightful company. Laura, if ever you would like another date, please call me.”

Laura smiled and he walked away.

“Your bottle,” she said to me.

I stripped to my boxers again and jumped in and retrieved it. She had collected my clothes by the time I had got out and put the bottle on the table. Linking arms, we started back to our rooms.

Laura

It was a pleasant evening. My date was charming, an absolute gentleman. He was very easy on the eye and ear. He was a bit touchy-feely and I had to move a few times to stop him. When the meal was over, he suggested we go to a club, but I rejected this. It had been good, but throughout I could not shake the thought of Tommy. Tommy alone, Tommy waiting for me, getting back to Tommy. It was like I was missing a limb. I did worry that he might be trying to push me into a more normal relationship. Given the invite to the club, I know I could have gone further with my date, but it would have been a lie.

Walking back to the pool, I was scared Tommy would not be there or would have company. He was there and he didn’t, my heart went out to him, he looked so lonely. I kissed my date on the cheek and thanked him, then snuck up behind Tommy. When I kissed his cheek and he looked at me, there was a look of joy in his eyes. My heart swelled up, it felt like it might burst. I forgot my date was there until he spoke. Tommy was very blasé in his response, defending us. I realised he wasn’t pushing me but letting me do as I had asked, just double-checking how I felt.

He was still damp when we got to our room. I threw his clothes on a chair and pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you, Tommy. I understand what you were trying to show me and what I was trying to find out. What I don’t understand is why would you risk us like that?”

“The question was is there an 'us'. There is a saying, if you love someone, let them go. You came back.”

“I’m yours forever.”

He pulled me into a hug, kissing me tenderly. As he pulled me tighter, he lifted me up, putting a hand under my bum. I curled one leg around his and we stayed there, kissing all over our faces. I held his head and wanted to kiss all of him, returning to his lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues touched. Still tentative with each other, they touched and moved past each other, taking turns exploring.

Tommy broke off and put me down and started to undo my blouse. “You’ve got your clothes wet,” he said.

“I thought you liked getting my tops wet.”

“I do but it would be far more satisfying without all these layers underneath. Right now I just want to get you wet all over.”

He threw my blouse over my shoulders and spun me around. He pulled it off my arms and popped my bra strap. He then pulled me into a hug from behind, kissing my neck and shoulders. His hands pulling back off my belly and up my sides, his fingers coming up over my tits at the side. I had a hand on the back of his head, and he kissed my neck, ear and shoulder. I reached behind with my other and pulled him close by his waist. One of hisTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.