Foreword
Before you start...be advised, this is a work that has taken on a life of its own. There will be more to come in the near future.
Apparently there are some of you that "detest" the "stay tuned" aspect in writing, as I would imagine you do with any serialized work, sorry.
This is an advanced notice so that you don't waste your time reading a story that does not end on these pages. If however, you have found pleasure in Michael, Rebecca and Renee's adventure, please read on. I will try my best to excite you and give your sweet spot that wet slippery feeling you long for!
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I pulled into the carport and shut off the car. The sudden quiet disturbed Becky and she awoke from her short nap. The final few miles, of cooler early evening breezes and engine drone had lulled Becky into a restful slumber, and I was grateful. Her small hand still wrapped my manhood, but her lack of attention had allowed me to relax and my cock had resumed its flaccid size.
Becky stretched with her left arm, up and behind my head, while squeezing my cock gently with her left hand. A warm smile spread across her lips and she reached up, kissing me on the cheek.
"It's nice to be back. God, I feel good. Thanks for the day and for letting me help. Did you really mean it? I mean about you and me working together?" She cood.
"Sure Beck. You're sexy, sensitive and talented..." I said, pausing, waiting to see if she would reply.
Becky only smiled wider, gave me a last squeeze and removed her hand.
"Alright then, guess we got some work to do."
"Aw, Michael – do we really have to?" Becky sighed, as she slid across the car seat to exit.
"It's part of the job Babe. Rob and Sue will want their pictures and we have a lot to look through." I responded, smiling over Becky's lack of enthusiasm and getting out myself.
"Shit! Was Becky's, only, response, as she came around and helped remove equipment and props from the trunk. _____________________________________
Walking into the house we were greeted by the answering machine beeping away. Becky walked over to the phone and asked,
"Should I check the message?"
"Ya, go ahead – assistant." I called back to her.
Becky smiled and placing her elbow on the counter, reached out and pressed the recall button, her head held in hand, as she listened.
"Hello? Guess you guys are still out. Anyway, this is for you Rebecca. Just want to thank you, even though you are a little shit and I know what you did and why! Manna is an absolute delight, he's promised me a massage, so if you two are up to it - come over... anyway, thanks again and Michael I'll see you tomorrow!"
Beeep.... End of messages.
Becky giggled and walked lightly over to me to help put things away.
"Damn, you and your mother sure have one hell of a special relationship, you know that?" I responded, after hearing the message.
"Ya, she's one of a kind, no doubt about it. I'm sure glad she liked Manna, but then I figured she would." Becky said, winking at me and bending to grab the few props left.
"I'm gonna start the review and you need to help, Sweety!" I called to Becky, as I rounded the office door and fired up the computer.
"Ya, ya – sure, sure. But first I'm taking a shower, OK?"
"She wants the fun but none of the work." I thought to myself, as I settled in to start the slide show, hearing the shower start.
I sat reviewing the days collection, listening to Becky hum her way through the shower, occasionally singing a few words from the song she was thinking about. I felt good, perhaps too good, as my mind wandered away from my work and focused on Becky and her mother.
It was Becky's wet arms and cool breasts that broke me from my thinking spell. Becky had snuck up behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck and put her breasts against my back, giving me a major hug, after getting out of the shower.
"God, that felt way too good! You should have joined me, Michael." She purred in my ear, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Beck moved around me, dragging her arm and hand and letting her breasts trail a line across my back and shoulders, as she plopped down in my lap, totally nude. She pulled my head toward hers and slowly touched my lips, gently probing my lips with her tongue, until I relented and opened my mouth to receive her.
Becky's tongue flitted in and out, toying with mine and traced lines across my teeth, before she squeezed me tight and pushed her tongue in as far she could, intertwining with my mine, in a long passionate kiss and embrace.
Slowly she withdrew and puckering her lips made a soft popping sound as she broke away and smiled at me.
"I love the way you kiss Michael. It's like you know exactly what I need and want." She whispered, adding,
"How ya doing babe?" As she turned to look at the computer monitor.
"Good, real good, I think." I responded, a little out of breath, as I felt Becky's wet, nude body revitalizing me.
"Hey, why don't you get out of those dirty ole shorts and take a shower! It'll really help and maybe we can go over and pay Manna and mom a visit!" Becky suddenly added, giving me a big smile and squirming a little in my lap, making my cock begin to stir.
I patted Becky's bare backside, smiled at her and said,
"Oh hell, I guess. This can wait for a while."
Becky beamed at me and rose to let me up. Before I had fully stood, she grabbed the Velcro waist band, of my shorts, and pulled, allowing my shorts to drop, as I stood up.
"There, that's better already, huh?" She giggled, slapping my ass and giving my cheek a good squeeze, sending me off to the bathroom.
I half expected Becky to join me, but she didn't. I showered in peace and felt the soothing water take away what, little, tiredness I felt. I shut down the shower and reached for the door, when it slid open to a waiting Rebecca. She had a towel in her hands and beckoned me to get out.
"For the master!" She said, as she began to dry me off. Gently she patted me dry and taking very slow drying strokes, to my manhood and ass, she planted kisses here and there, as she went about her task.
"You're gonna spoil me girlfriend." I quipped, as she finished up.
"Exactly!" Becky said, as she jumped to attention, her breasts bouncing and a very large grin on her face.
She had gotten into my dresser and put on a pair of my silk boxers and a tank top, which hung loosely on her, exposing her breasts at the sides and the plunging neck line. She'd also pick out a pair of boxers for me and a top, both of which she laid on the bathroom counter.
"Hope these are OK – Oh and you don't mind me borrowing what I have on?"
"You look beautiful, as always Beck and thanks – for all your attention. The clothes are fine." I responded, grabbing the boxers.
