Page 3 of Together in Harmony
Pushing books, chips and rug into my tote bag, I then pick up my bikini top and put it in the bag as well. I’m in the middle of nowhere, there is not another human for miles. I can do whatever I like!
I’m awfully brave when there are no other humans
involved.
LENNOX
Looks like the show is over.
The girl is packing things into a bag, getting ready to move.
The last twenty minutes have been highly enjoyable. I’d been going for a run, on my way to meet up with Hugo and Asa, when I spotted her. She’d been sitting in the grass, her back to me—then turned to reveal the most luscious breasts; round, full and pale.
Her tits had very quickly started turning pink. I’d wanted to go over and lick the hot flesh to cool it off. Then I’d dreamt of taking a tight brown nipple and biting down on it hard enough to make her yelp.
Naughty girl, trespassing on our property.
She’s a dozen yards from me, but completely unaware that I’m here. I stand in the dark shadows, doing stretches and being a creeper.
Hugo is going to lose his uptight mind. He’ll want her charged with trespass and prosecuted—but I have a much better idea.
I’ll put her over my knee and give her a spanking.
Naturally, I would pull down those jean shorts first.
I’ll spank her until her ass is as pink as her burned boobs. Then I’d lick her butt better too.
Fuck, I’m so horny, and now, not surprisingly, I have a huge boner.
The girl stops gathering her stuff to do some sort of yoga stretch. Tits swinging.
Exhibitionist.
She likes to be watched, and I’m happy to oblige.
I see sweat trickle down her neck, into the valley between her breasts. That perfectly cock-sized valley, just asking for a pearl necklace.
Talking of—my cock pulses and I feel pre-cum seeping out. Might have to take matters into my own hands. I take a swift look around.
Fuck.
Hugo and Asa are pounding down the trail in my direction. I’ll have to rub one out later.
My brothers-from-another-mother are headed this way, fast.
HUGO
“One more lap?” Asa shouts.
I nod.
I want to run and run and run. Exhaust myself so I can’t think about anything other than the pain in my legs and lungs. Not my heart.
It’s running—or punching. Running—or drinking.
So I run.
Harry, our manager, isn’t helping the situation. This morning he told me ‘to lean’ into the whole thing.
