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DISCOVERIES IN THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST
CHAPTER 1: MEETING NEW FRIENDS
I grew up in Seattle and after high school moved to Olympia. Yes, also in the lovely state of Washington. And you may know it is the state capital, but wouldn’t guess it has less than 50,000 people living there. It is part of Puget Sound which is an estuary comprised of many waterways, channels, inlets home to a variety of wildlife and water fowl. It was this feature that lead me to attend Evergreen State College and enroll in their Environmental Studies program.
As a student, I enjoyed a liberal lifestyle. It’s true, college girls living in dorms do experiment and I was no different. It seemed natural and without any strings attached. Many a night after studying, we, my roommate and I, would find ourselves in each other’s arms; laughing, kissing, exploring. It was a great feeling for the body, but we knew this was just the beginning of a wonderous journey. But also a bittersweet feeling since we were young and we knew our intimacy wouldn’t last.
To earn some money, I took a job as a bike courier. I learned the urban landscape routes and roads very quickly. Whether zipping up Capitol Way or across State Ave or down Henderson Blvd, I could always find my destination and take in the sights and people along the way. During lunch hour I frequented the many cafes and coffeehouses along the major roads downtown. But I found myself returning to one in particular because of a cute girl I kept seeing there. She usually sat out on the wrought iron patio furniture, with her elbows resting on the black lattice tabletop, sipping her mug of steamy hot coffee. I would pick a nearby table and couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
I noticed she liked to wear halter tops exposing her shoulders and arms. And there was something enticing about her long hair. The best I could guess is she was a natural brunette on the darker side but colored it lighter or with more off colors like purple. She reminded me of an alt girl.
I am shy like a kitten, so it took me several weeks before I gathered up the courage to approach her table and speak to her.
Hello. I’m Sarah. Do you mind if I sit with you? I asked as my heartrate must have skyrocketed out into space.
Sure, she said casually moving her hand in the direction of the chair opposite hers, her voice low and calm.
I sat down with my coffee and began sipping it’s hot wonderful fluid thinking what to say next.
Beautiful day isn’t it? I asked in a little girl’s voice.
Well…Sarah…wouldn’t you like to know my name?
Ah, yes, sorry, I sounded so silly. Keep it together Sarah! I told myself.
She slowly raised her own cup of steaming coffee and said, Zoe, her low voice was the sexiest sound I had heard in a long time.
Nice to meet you Zoe, as I extended my hand to shake hers. It was a cold, windy day but her hand was so warm and friendly. I noticed her nails were painted some shade of red but she wore no lipstick. And her face…my eyes searched it for meaning, for understanding, for acceptance. And piercings…
Zoe watched my eyes settle on her nose.
It’s my nostril piercing. I have several others. Do you like it? she asked.
I’m sorry, yes, I was staring. I’ve seen them before. What’s that one called? as I pointed at the piece of metal below her lips.
A labret piercing, Sarah. You’re quite the inquisitive cat, aren’t you?
I almost meowed, god Sarah act like a girl for once!
Sorry, I said.
Quit apologizing. I like curious girls, or cats I should say, Zoe responded.
She looked at her phone and said, I gotta go. This was my lunchbreak from work. But I think you knew that. You’ve been coming here at the same time every day for almost 2 weeks.
I have? Really? I mean, this place has good coffee. And great clientele! my voice still sounding like a little confused girl.
Zoe smiled at me as she walked away.
I finished my coffee and got back on my bike.
For the next several days I avoided the coffee shop. I was too embarrassed by how I talked to her. Plus, I felt like I blew my chance to see her some more. And maybe I was afraid she wouldn’t be there at her lunchtime. Ah, the misery of trying to connect with people.
In the evenings at home I would close my eyes and try to recall her face. So pale, framed by her brown hair with purple highlights. Her nude but expressive lips, smiling and those cute little fingers…going in and out of me…seeing her painted nails slick with my juices…Sarah! I was dreaming again, drat.
Grrrrr….my own cat, Miss Cat, growled at me.
I sat up in my bed. She was curled up down at my feet.
I hissed at her, Be quite Miss Cat, I’m just trying to enjoy myself for once!
And I continued with the dream, this time putting my own finger, then two inside me. Feeling my wetness from thinking of Zoe and her piercings and her pale skin and her…uhhh…uhhh…yes…that’s it…I went over the edge into dreamscape…beautiful.
On Saturday I went into work as usual. A college girl needs all the money she can get! It’s an easy day, not as fast-paced with all the businesses and their rush orders. And most often I get out in the residential sections for some home deliveries. Around noon I picked up a small package that had an address I wasn’t too familiar with. As I rode my bike up north into the North Olympia subdivision the houses grew bigger, the lawns well landscaped, the cars, ah, expensive. My destination was off Libby Rd. It was a one-story red brick, dark red, with solar panels on the roof. Evergreen shrubs lined the driveway and front of the house. Spaced throughout the expansive yard were pine trees, and several hollies with their characteristic red berries hanging invitingly from their branches.
Ding dong… The door opens…
Zoe??!!?
Oh, Sarah! How nice of you to drop by, Zoe’s voice still calm but with a bit of quirkiness.
Zoe, I’m here to… but then she pulled me into her house by my arm.
And then….she kissed me!
I know that, silly, I asked for you personally, she said laughing.
How did you…?
Your work shirt! and she pointed to my chest that had the company logo on it.
Duh, Sarah, I thought to myself. Then I giggled.
You know, you skipped your daily lunches at the café. I was a little miffed. First you get my attention, come over to say hello and then disappear! Zoe’s voice was raising a little and I liked it.
I was busy. My routes were in other parts of the city and I was taking my lunches elsewhere, I lied.
Zoe had that look of doubt regarding my response.
I placed the small package that she had ordered into her hands. I couldn’t help noticing her nails were still painted a rich red.
Oh, but this is for you, Zoe said, handing the package back to me.
Ahhh, thanks, I was laughing again.
Open it! her voice uncharacteristically raising again like a girl.
After removing the outer shipping material I opened the small white box and inside…was a ring!
It’s beautiful! What kind of gem is it? I asked.
It’s an amethyst. I thought the purple would go well with you dark chocolate eyes.
She reached into the box and pulled out the ring and put it on me.
Zoe?? I don’t know what to say.
I felt an odd feeling. My eyes watered. I hardly, we hardly know each other. My mind entered a dream state, or was I already there. The sands of time shifted over the space we inhabited. The mystical and the real overlapping. Her ethereal beauty consuming me. I opened my eyes…
…I can afford it, Sarah, she was saying. She looked into my teary eyes and drew close to kiss me, again.
Our spell was slightly broken by some classical music coming from another part of her house.
Oh, that’s my mother doing her daily exercises. Would you like to see?
I nodded and she lead me down a long hallway and through a spacious living room into a meticulous and well-equipped kitchen. Beyond the glass patio doors outside I saw a woman doing yoga. She was naked!
Zoe waited for me to look back at her, which probably seemed like several minutes, and then she explained, My mom says doing yoga with clothes on is not really yoga, she said back to her low easy-going voice. She continued, I’m usually at work when she does her exercises. But on the weekends… She likes to walk around the house naked. I’m used to it, but sorry if this offended you.
Oh no, I replied in my little girl voice. She’s lovely, I mean, her yoga poses.
Zoe laughed, Come on, I haven’t told her about you yet and I don’t want to spring you on her without her knowing.
Zoe grabbed my hand and we made our way into the garage.
A clean, sporty, metallic silver Rav4 hybrid with a black roof greeted us.
Nice car, I said.
Umm, it’s even nicer inside, and Zoe opened the back door. I walked over to look in and felt her hand on my back as she pushed me in!
I turned over and she was already on top of me.
Uh, I’ve never…uhhh… I was so shocked, pleasantly, but stammering to get my words out.
Wait? What?? You’ve never been with a girl?? Zoe was perplexed.
Yes.. no… I mean, yes I’ve been with a girl, but not in a car! I couldn’t stop laughing now. Zoe was a little peeved and I liked it.
Sarah! You had me there for a moment. And even if you’ve never experienced the tenderness of another woman, well, I wasn’t going to stop.
She reached into her tan cargo shorts and retrieved the key fob. Pushing one of the buttons the radio began to play on a low volume setting.
…don’t worry about a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Rise up this mornin’
Smiled with the risin’ sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying (this is my message to you)
Zoe sang the last line to me as she unbuttoned her floral print blouse and let me see her beautiful small cleavage. I could tell her bra which also had a floral print was unlined and fit nicely over her petite breasts.
Bob Marley’s voice continued to sing…
Of melodies pure and true
Sayin’, this is my message to you…
Zoe reached down between my legs. I was wearing my black Beroy bike shorts with pink stripe accents on the side and gel padding in the rear for all that biking I do. I could feel her hand cupping my pubic mound. The thin tight fitting shorts conducted her hand movements like electrons flowing through copper wire.
My god, your lips are swollen, and you’re so wet! she whispered in my ear.
Are you wearing panties? she asked.
No…uhhh… I tried to remain calm, but she was driving me crazy.
You naughty girl! How does that feel when you’re riding your bike all day?
Good…umm…ahhhh… I was so close.
Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum.
I opened my dark brown eyes and saw her lovely face inches above mine. I lifted my head and nibbled on her pierced nose and kissed her soft lips.
Don’t you ever take your glasses off? I asked, searching her hazel colored eyes.
Hazel having brown and green shades, how lucky she is, I thought to myself.
She smiled, I need my glasses to see you, my sexy kitten.
I felt my orgasm now, washing over me, Ahh…oh, fuck!
Zoe placed her free hand over my mouth.
Shhh, don’t want my mom hearing us, she giggled.
My moans grew louder, but she kept her hand firmly over my mouth as my pussy exploded with hidden juices soaking my bike shorts.
My vocal ecstasy ended as Bob stopped singing. In the short silence we drank in each other’s face, we breathed in each other’s scent.
Then the beautiful sounds of Alan Walker’s Unity. It was a reggae remix. Where does this girl get her good vibes?!!
In the dark of night the stars light up the sky
We see them flying free that’s just like you and me
Everyone is lonely sometimes But I would walk a thousand miles to see your eyes
You are not alone, we are family Hold me, let’s escape all this reality
Zoe! Zoe! We hear her mom calling.
Don’t worry, Zoe says. She’s probably calling me for lunch. I’ll just tell her I went for a walk.
The steel drum pings of the reggae infused remix continues…
You are my symphony By your side, we are unity
You are my energy My guiding light, we are unity
We are, we are…We are unity…We are, we are…We are unity…
You got me so wet, Zoe whispers. I don’t want to finish off in my bedroom. I want you to do it.
I watch her unzip her cargo shorts and pull them down. Her matching floral bikini panties find themselves on the floor mat next to her shorts.
She moves up over my face and my tongue instinctively finds her fragrant lips. I hungrily lap up her wetness and find another piercing just below her clit!
I like your vaginal piercing, I say between licking.
Shhh, Zoe scolds me. Listen to the music…
Although the rain might pour A thunder starts to roar
The lightning wakes the wave But through it, we are brave…
Be quiet, she continues to instruct me. If my mom hears us, she may join us.
My eyes open wide at her words. I feel strangely aroused by what she just said. I want to touch myself, but Zoe holds my wrists above my head.
We don’t want you getting another orgasm and making all your loud groans. If my mom caught us…
She lowered her body onto my face. My tongue was deep into her now. I felt her body tense up, and then the tell tale small muscle spasms of an orgasm.
You are my symphony By your side, we are unity…
My expert cat tongue unlocked her secrets… ahhh… yes Bird of Paradise, that’s it! What a lovely smell… ummmm.
Zoe lifted herself off my face. Her hand encountered a damp spot on the car seat.
Did you just cum again? While licking my vagina? she asked.
Yes, I meekly answered.
But…how? With no…friction? You are a strange cat. And wonderful!
But your bike shorts are soaked through with your juices. Here you can wear my cargo shorts. Zoe reached down and offered me her shorts.
Can I wear your panties too, I shyly asked.
If you don’t mind my body scent, she said as she lifted her floral bikini by her finger and thumb.
I snatched them from her and pressed them to my nose.
Ummm, yes Bird of Paradise! I exclaimed.
You are a funky cat, Sarah.
I pulled up her panties over my still leaking pussy lips and then covered myself with her cargo shorts.
Don’t worry, Zoe said, I can go back inside naked. My mom walks around naked, I’m sure she won’t mind me, she laughed.
Moments later I was back on my bike wearing my lover’s shorts and panties. The wind flowing through my long, dark brown hair. I was singing…
You are me energy My guiding light, we are unity
We are, we are… We are unity
We are, we are… We are unity
CHAPTER 1: MEETING NEW FRIENDS
I grew up in Seattle and after high school moved to Olympia. Yes, also in the lovely state of Washington. And you may know it is the state capital, but wouldn’t guess it has less than 50,000 people living there. It is part of Puget Sound which is an estuary comprised of many waterways, channels, inlets home to a variety of wildlife and water fowl. It was this feature that lead me to attend Evergreen State College and enroll in their Environmental Studies program.
As a student, I enjoyed a liberal lifestyle. It’s true, college girls living in dorms do experiment and I was no different. It seemed natural and without any strings attached. Many a night after studying, we, my roommate and I, would find ourselves in each other’s arms; laughing, kissing, exploring. It was a great feeling for the body, but we knew this was just the beginning of a wonderous journey. But also a bittersweet feeling since we were young and we knew our intimacy wouldn’t last.
To earn some money, I took a job as a bike courier. I learned the urban landscape routes and roads very quickly. Whether zipping up Capitol Way or across State Ave or down Henderson Blvd, I could always find my destination and take in the sights and people along the way. During lunch hour I frequented the many cafes and coffeehouses along the major roads downtown. But I found myself returning to one in particular because of a cute girl I kept seeing there. She usually sat out on the wrought iron patio furniture, with her elbows resting on the black lattice tabletop, sipping her mug of steamy hot coffee. I would pick a nearby table and couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
I noticed she liked to wear halter tops exposing her shoulders and arms. And there was something enticing about her long hair. The best I could guess is she was a natural brunette on the darker side but colored it lighter or with more off colors like purple. She reminded me of an alt girl.
I am shy like a kitten, so it took me several weeks before I gathered up the courage to approach her table and speak to her.
Hello. I’m Sarah. Do you mind if I sit with you? I asked as my heartrate must have skyrocketed out into space.
Sure, she said casually moving her hand in the direction of the chair opposite hers, her voice low and calm.
I sat down with my coffee and began sipping it’s hot wonderful fluid thinking what to say next.
Beautiful day isn’t it? I asked in a little girl’s voice.
Well…Sarah…wouldn’t you like to know my name?
Ah, yes, sorry, I sounded so silly. Keep it together Sarah! I told myself.
She slowly raised her own cup of steaming coffee and said, Zoe, her low voice was the sexiest sound I had heard in a long time.
Nice to meet you Zoe, as I extended my hand to shake hers. It was a cold, windy day but her hand was so warm and friendly. I noticed her nails were painted some shade of red but she wore no lipstick. And her face…my eyes searched it for meaning, for understanding, for acceptance. And piercings…
Zoe watched my eyes settle on her nose.
It’s my nostril piercing. I have several others. Do you like it? she asked.
I’m sorry, yes, I was staring. I’ve seen them before. What’s that one called? as I pointed at the piece of metal below her lips.
A labret piercing, Sarah. You’re quite the inquisitive cat, aren’t you?
I almost meowed, god Sarah act like a girl for once!
Sorry, I said.
Quit apologizing. I like curious girls, or cats I should say, Zoe responded.
She looked at her phone and said, I gotta go. This was my lunchbreak from work. But I think you knew that. You’ve been coming here at the same time every day for almost 2 weeks.
I have? Really? I mean, this place has good coffee. And great clientele! my voice still sounding like a little confused girl.
Zoe smiled at me as she walked away.
I finished my coffee and got back on my bike.
For the next several days I avoided the coffee shop. I was too embarrassed by how I talked to her. Plus, I felt like I blew my chance to see her some more. And maybe I was afraid she wouldn’t be there at her lunchtime. Ah, the misery of trying to connect with people.
In the evenings at home I would close my eyes and try to recall her face. So pale, framed by her brown hair with purple highlights. Her nude but expressive lips, smiling and those cute little fingers…going in and out of me…seeing her painted nails slick with my juices…Sarah! I was dreaming again, drat.
Grrrrr….my own cat, Miss Cat, growled at me.
I sat up in my bed. She was curled up down at my feet.
I hissed at her, Be quite Miss Cat, I’m just trying to enjoy myself for once!
And I continued with the dream, this time putting my own finger, then two inside me. Feeling my wetness from thinking of Zoe and her piercings and her pale skin and her…uhhh…uhhh…yes…that’s it…I went over the edge into dreamscape…beautiful.
On Saturday I went into work as usual. A college girl needs all the money she can get! It’s an easy day, not as fast-paced with all the businesses and their rush orders. And most often I get out in the residential sections for some home deliveries. Around noon I picked up a small package that had an address I wasn’t too familiar with. As I rode my bike up north into the North Olympia subdivision the houses grew bigger, the lawns well landscaped, the cars, ah, expensive. My destination was off Libby Rd. It was a one-story red brick, dark red, with solar panels on the roof. Evergreen shrubs lined the driveway and front of the house. Spaced throughout the expansive yard were pine trees, and several hollies with their characteristic red berries hanging invitingly from their branches.
Ding dong… The door opens…
Zoe??!!?
Oh, Sarah! How nice of you to drop by, Zoe’s voice still calm but with a bit of quirkiness.
Zoe, I’m here to… but then she pulled me into her house by my arm.
And then….she kissed me!
I know that, silly, I asked for you personally, she said laughing.
How did you…?
Your work shirt! and she pointed to my chest that had the company logo on it.
Duh, Sarah, I thought to myself. Then I giggled.
You know, you skipped your daily lunches at the café. I was a little miffed. First you get my attention, come over to say hello and then disappear! Zoe’s voice was raising a little and I liked it.
I was busy. My routes were in other parts of the city and I was taking my lunches elsewhere, I lied.
Zoe had that look of doubt regarding my response.
I placed the small package that she had ordered into her hands. I couldn’t help noticing her nails were still painted a rich red.
Oh, but this is for you, Zoe said, handing the package back to me.
Ahhh, thanks, I was laughing again.
Open it! her voice uncharacteristically raising again like a girl.
After removing the outer shipping material I opened the small white box and inside…was a ring!
It’s beautiful! What kind of gem is it? I asked.
It’s an amethyst. I thought the purple would go well with you dark chocolate eyes.
She reached into the box and pulled out the ring and put it on me.
Zoe?? I don’t know what to say.
I felt an odd feeling. My eyes watered. I hardly, we hardly know each other. My mind entered a dream state, or was I already there. The sands of time shifted over the space we inhabited. The mystical and the real overlapping. Her ethereal beauty consuming me. I opened my eyes…
…I can afford it, Sarah, she was saying. She looked into my teary eyes and drew close to kiss me, again.
Our spell was slightly broken by some classical music coming from another part of her house.
Oh, that’s my mother doing her daily exercises. Would you like to see?
I nodded and she lead me down a long hallway and through a spacious living room into a meticulous and well-equipped kitchen. Beyond the glass patio doors outside I saw a woman doing yoga. She was naked!
Zoe waited for me to look back at her, which probably seemed like several minutes, and then she explained, My mom says doing yoga with clothes on is not really yoga, she said back to her low easy-going voice. She continued, I’m usually at work when she does her exercises. But on the weekends… She likes to walk around the house naked. I’m used to it, but sorry if this offended you.
Oh no, I replied in my little girl voice. She’s lovely, I mean, her yoga poses.
Zoe laughed, Come on, I haven’t told her about you yet and I don’t want to spring you on her without her knowing.
Zoe grabbed my hand and we made our way into the garage.
A clean, sporty, metallic silver Rav4 hybrid with a black roof greeted us.
Nice car, I said.
Umm, it’s even nicer inside, and Zoe opened the back door. I walked over to look in and felt her hand on my back as she pushed me in!
I turned over and she was already on top of me.
Uh, I’ve never…uhhh… I was so shocked, pleasantly, but stammering to get my words out.
Wait? What?? You’ve never been with a girl?? Zoe was perplexed.
Yes.. no… I mean, yes I’ve been with a girl, but not in a car! I couldn’t stop laughing now. Zoe was a little peeved and I liked it.
Sarah! You had me there for a moment. And even if you’ve never experienced the tenderness of another woman, well, I wasn’t going to stop.
She reached into her tan cargo shorts and retrieved the key fob. Pushing one of the buttons the radio began to play on a low volume setting.
…don’t worry about a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Rise up this mornin’
Smiled with the risin’ sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying (this is my message to you)
Zoe sang the last line to me as she unbuttoned her floral print blouse and let me see her beautiful small cleavage. I could tell her bra which also had a floral print was unlined and fit nicely over her petite breasts.
Bob Marley’s voice continued to sing…
Of melodies pure and true
Sayin’, this is my message to you…
Zoe reached down between my legs. I was wearing my black Beroy bike shorts with pink stripe accents on the side and gel padding in the rear for all that biking I do. I could feel her hand cupping my pubic mound. The thin tight fitting shorts conducted her hand movements like electrons flowing through copper wire.
My god, your lips are swollen, and you’re so wet! she whispered in my ear.
Are you wearing panties? she asked.
No…uhhh… I tried to remain calm, but she was driving me crazy.
You naughty girl! How does that feel when you’re riding your bike all day?
Good…umm…ahhhh… I was so close.
Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum.
I opened my dark brown eyes and saw her lovely face inches above mine. I lifted my head and nibbled on her pierced nose and kissed her soft lips.
Don’t you ever take your glasses off? I asked, searching her hazel colored eyes.
Hazel having brown and green shades, how lucky she is, I thought to myself.
She smiled, I need my glasses to see you, my sexy kitten.
I felt my orgasm now, washing over me, Ahh…oh, fuck!
Zoe placed her free hand over my mouth.
Shhh, don’t want my mom hearing us, she giggled.
My moans grew louder, but she kept her hand firmly over my mouth as my pussy exploded with hidden juices soaking my bike shorts.
My vocal ecstasy ended as Bob stopped singing. In the short silence we drank in each other’s face, we breathed in each other’s scent.
Then the beautiful sounds of Alan Walker’s Unity. It was a reggae remix. Where does this girl get her good vibes?!!
In the dark of night the stars light up the sky
We see them flying free that’s just like you and me
Everyone is lonely sometimes But I would walk a thousand miles to see your eyes
You are not alone, we are family Hold me, let’s escape all this reality
Zoe! Zoe! We hear her mom calling.
Don’t worry, Zoe says. She’s probably calling me for lunch. I’ll just tell her I went for a walk.
The steel drum pings of the reggae infused remix continues…
You are my symphony By your side, we are unity
You are my energy My guiding light, we are unity
We are, we are…We are unity…We are, we are…We are unity…
You got me so wet, Zoe whispers. I don’t want to finish off in my bedroom. I want you to do it.
I watch her unzip her cargo shorts and pull them down. Her matching floral bikini panties find themselves on the floor mat next to her shorts.
She moves up over my face and my tongue instinctively finds her fragrant lips. I hungrily lap up her wetness and find another piercing just below her clit!
I like your vaginal piercing, I say between licking.
Shhh, Zoe scolds me. Listen to the music…
Although the rain might pour A thunder starts to roar
The lightning wakes the wave But through it, we are brave…
Be quiet, she continues to instruct me. If my mom hears us, she may join us.
My eyes open wide at her words. I feel strangely aroused by what she just said. I want to touch myself, but Zoe holds my wrists above my head.
We don’t want you getting another orgasm and making all your loud groans. If my mom caught us…
She lowered her body onto my face. My tongue was deep into her now. I felt her body tense up, and then the tell tale small muscle spasms of an orgasm.
You are my symphony By your side, we are unity…
My expert cat tongue unlocked her secrets… ahhh… yes Bird of Paradise, that’s it! What a lovely smell… ummmm.
Zoe lifted herself off my face. Her hand encountered a damp spot on the car seat.
Did you just cum again? While licking my vagina? she asked.
Yes, I meekly answered.
But…how? With no…friction? You are a strange cat. And wonderful!
But your bike shorts are soaked through with your juices. Here you can wear my cargo shorts. Zoe reached down and offered me her shorts.
Can I wear your panties too, I shyly asked.
If you don’t mind my body scent, she said as she lifted her floral bikini by her finger and thumb.
I snatched them from her and pressed them to my nose.
Ummm, yes Bird of Paradise! I exclaimed.
You are a funky cat, Sarah.
I pulled up her panties over my still leaking pussy lips and then covered myself with her cargo shorts.
Don’t worry, Zoe said, I can go back inside naked. My mom walks around naked, I’m sure she won’t mind me, she laughed.
Moments later I was back on my bike wearing my lover’s shorts and panties. The wind flowing through my long, dark brown hair. I was singing…
You are me energy My guiding light, we are unity
We are, we are… We are unity
We are, we are… We are unity
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