Directions E-Book

Adora Berry

• Herausgeber: Grand Rapids
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Marianne is nice and cool, but she has a surprisingly poor sense od directions. Something that is bound to be exploited by her two friends, and she doesn't mind it.

An erotic short story with a woman a two partners. For those that love spicy stories.

It includes explicit sexual descriptions.

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Directions

Adora Berry

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“Directions!” – Short Story – Adora Berry – February 2021

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Warm Me Up, I'm Cold!

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Directions

hrowing shirts and underpants in the big bag. The phone says it’s 3 PM, which means I have all the time in the world to get out of the pine forest, get to the car and to the train station.

“You ready, Marianne?”

August peaks inside the motorhome, his hair still wet from the swim in the ocean.

“Almost ready.” I say.

“You want me to walk you to the car?”

I close the big bag’s zip. “No need, thanks. I can find it on my own.”

“You sure?”

I sit on the bed to tighten up my sandals. “Yeah, it’s two minutes by foot.”

“More like ten minutes.” August says looking at his phone. “Are you sure you won’t get lost?”

“I just have to get from here to there, I’m not getting lost, I remember the road.”

I push him aside and get out of the motorhome. I put the nag down on the mat e I tidy up my white blouse and my skirt.

Francis is putting the bbq away, storing it in the motorhome. “You are early.”

“Yes, I have to be at the University tomorrow morning. Where are Lucy and Vanessa?”

“You didn’t say goodbye? They stayed on the beach.” Says August.

“Yeah, we said goodbye.” I move the underwire. It’s so hot I’m sweating already. “I envy you, staying here.”

“You sure you don’t want us to come with you to the car?” Asks August again.

I sigh. “I won’t get lost, ok?”

August puts his hands up. “Very well. It’s just that the other day you got lost in the village and Saturday you couldn’t find the trail to the beach.”

“Stop treating me like I would get lost in a Starbucks coffee mug, will you? I know where I go.”

“I’m just saying…”

I refrain myself from responding because it’s too hot to make a scene.

I use the bag’s shoulder belt and I sigh. “Ok, keep having fun without me, damn it.”

“Bye,” says Francis. “Let us know when you get to the train station.”

“I wont’ get lost, I won’t get lost…” But I might get a heat stroke.

I get going following the trail that dives into the pine forest.

In the purse I’ve got my peach scented lipstick. I put it on my lips e lick a bit of it off, just or the taste. In the purse I also have my hair pin with the two pointy elf-like ears on top. I curl my humid hair at the back of my head and pin it there so my neck is free and a little bit cooler.

The ground is covered by a cloak of pine needles that crackle under my sandals. I’ll buy a new pair of these. I need a white pair, these sky blue ones don’t match well with some other colours.

A pine tree stops me on my tracks. The trail vanishes. I turn around.

The trail is there where I came from, but then it disappears. I cannot figure out where I’m supposed to go now. On my right it seems the undergrowth is sparser, I push down a branch with my foot leaning on a pine tree to get over. Some resin gets stuck on my hand. Yuck.

It was dripping from the bark and now it is smudged all over my hand. I’ve got to be careful not touching my close with this stuff or it’ll never come off. I rub my hand against the trunk. Some resin comes off, but dirt and pieces of the bark stay glued on my palm. Damn it.

I cannot see the trail. Maybe I missed the fork on the left. On the left? I think it was supposed to be on the left, but I didn’t see it. I better move back a little and look for it.

I walk back the clearing I came through before. The trail should branch somewhere here. The trail is here, but it just goes back. I keep going.

There is something white peaking through the pines. It’s a motorhome. It’s our motorhome!

I look around. I’m back where I started?

Francis is cleaning the grill. He sees me. He salutes me puzzled.

Not more puzzled than me, for sure. I was sure I was going the right way.

“Marianne? Did you forget something?”

I get to the motorhome. “I followed the trail, but it doesn’t branch on the left and… I was back here.”

Francis hardly hold a smile. “You got lost?”

“I wasn’t lost!”

August peaks from inside the motorhome. “I asked you if we had to accompany you.”

“I wasn’t lost,” I point the track. “It’s the trail that came this way instead of where it was supposed.”

August raises his hands. “Never mind.”

Francis washes his hands in a rug. “What do you want to do now?”

The trail still goes back to the pine forest, where I just came from.

“Well, I don’t know… I had to keep the left at the crossroad, right? Just in there right?”

Francis looks at me and smiles, half nicely, half naughtily.

“Well? Is it on the left?”

“You said you weren’t lost.”

“How can I be lost? I now exactly where I am.”

August nods. “Doesn’t skip a beat.”

I look at them. “So where is it?”

August scratches himself behind his ear. “Well, if you ask please maybe we’ll tell you.”

I throw the bag on the ground, it’s getting heavy. “C’mon guys, don’t play around.”

He shows his cutest smile. “I’m not joking.”

“C’mon, I’ll miss my train and tomorrow I have that exam.”

“You have over three hours, we have time.” August caresses my arm. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

Francis moves his arms around my chest. “We’ll be quick.” He whispers.

I let them push me inside. “Yes, but you then tell me how to get to the car.”

Francis closes the door behind him. “We will.”

August sits me on the bed and opens up his pants. He pulls out his dick, with a hard on already.

I open my mouth and I take August’s dick. I take it with my hand at the base and I start going up and down the shaft. August is freaking savouring it with his eyes half closed. It still tastes salty from the ocean, and also peachy from my lipstick.

Francis gets close with his hard dick in his hand. August pulls out so I can suck Francis. His dick fills my mouth down to the throat. August strokes his disk looking at me sucking Francis, his rubs his point against my open lips. They swap places again and I take August deep, fucking Francis with my hand as I such August with my mouth. This way I don’t miss my train.

August fucks my mouth and pants. He is about to come and I pull back moving his dick on my side and he comes over the bed.

“Oh, what the…”

“I’ve got a train to catch. If it gets in my hair…”

August is left there with his dick in his hand “What the…”

Francis moves my head on his penis, he rubs it on my lips. I take my tongue out and I lick his tip looking him in the eye. I open my mouth and he gets in, his stare full of pleasure. I move my hand up and down, I put some effort here to suck him. He pants with approval. He closes his eyes.

I’m pulling away to finish him off with my hand but he grabs my head and pushes his dick in my throat. What a jerk. I barely breath as he fucks me in the throat and saliva drips in the side of my lips. He stops and come in my mouth. He pulls away with a sigh of pleasure.

I swallow and clean my lips with my hand to make sure nothing gets on my skirt and on my blouse. “What a jerk you are.”

He pants a bit. “Yeah, a bit. Sorry. I like it too much in your mouth.”

I clean my mouth with a tissue and I check my makeup with my portable mirror. Seems all right.

“So where is that damn track?”

Francis puts his dick back in his pants. “Come, I’ll show you.”

We get off the motorhome and Francis points the trail a took before. “You turned on the left too early, that’s just a trail for sheep or something. You stay on the right here, on the bigger trail.”

“Ah, ok, I didn’t see that.”

“The trail moves on the left, but then before the bbq area you take the turn on the right. You’ll find an organized area, you go past that and you get to the road. From there you should be all right.”

“Ok, ok, I get it.”

Francis studies me with tight eyes and a smile. “Sure?”

“Damn it, I told you a get it.”

“Well, call if you are in trouble.”

“Yeah sure, you’d like that.” I put by bag back on my shoulder.

“Bye.”

Sure, meanwhile I had to suck him to get help. I get going. It surely is useless to blame them. I was the one that told them I understood where to go and then didn’t pay enough attention. They just played it well from there. I’ll stay on the correct path this time.

I pull out my phone and I check I’m still on time. Luckily I’m always so early, so I can relax I have all the time I need and more. I check my Insta notifications. Nothing interesting a part from some cute kittens that lick the ears of some other cute kittens, then jump on a lamp, then break the lamp. I open Facebook. Oh man, my mother is on there discussing with her friends about stupid politics stuff. I can spare myself. I close Facebook. I open Pinterest. Oh, what a beautiful nail polish shade! Pearl rose. I get the phone close to my eyes. What brand is this?

I bush rubs against my thigh.

Wait. I’m in a clearing surrounded by pine trees. Where is the trail? Under my feet there is just dried grass. And where is the trail? The ground is dried to dust by the sun, the clamor of the cicadas is all around.

I feel this is the trail, but I don’t remember this place. Did I stay on the right? I go on. It must be this way. But now it seems I’m at a crossroad. Or maybe it is just the grass being lower here and there is no trail at all. Do I have to go back? Damn. I turn around. The sun is so hot and bright. It seems there is an opening between some trees there. It’s probably where I came from. I’ll go check. I have to be sure. I cannot lose the trail again.

I go back, I’m freaking sweating and pieces of grass and specks of dust are getting in my sandals. I stop for a moment to sip some water. I close the bottle and put it back in the purse.

I walk towards the opening among the trees, but the trail I’m following, which I’m not sure it’s actually a trail, moves to the right. But maybe I came form here… damn it! I stop on the ground with frustration.

“What the hell…”

I step on some high grass and move towards the opening, because on this side things are getting too thick. I get to the pines, but there’s no trail, just a messy tangle of rhododentrons.

A whiff of wind makes the needles rain down on my sweaty skin. I’m going to find pine needles in my hair too. Damn. They are going to laugh at this. It is ridiculous.

I call Francis. He answers after one ring.

“Oh, Marianne! You got to the parking lot yet?”

“No,” I mutter. “I got lost, I think.”

“What? You got lost? Again?”

“I did get lost the last time, really.”

“All right, all right.”

“But I’m lost now.”

“Ok, where are you?”

“Fuck me if I know, I’m lost!”

There is moment of silence. “You want to send me your position?”

I sigh. “Yeah, because I don’t know where I ended up. It’s all Instagram’s fault, kittens got me distracted.”

“Yeah, yes ok, but…”

“What now?”

“But we get another round, eh.”

“What other round and another round, you think I’m a freaking carousel?”

“You no, but your ass yes.”

I close the call. “Fuck it.”

Now I have to give a play round every time a get lost. Also, last time I wasn’t actually lost and this time it’s not my fault. I open Maps and I can see the blue dot where I am. I put my hands over the screen to see better. The dot is lost in a sea of grey. I enlarge the view and a couple of streets in white appear. Which one is the right one? It says I’m facing the interior, but how can I be facing the interior if I’m going back to the motorhome which is right on the line of the beach.

I look around. I take the direction towards one of the two roads, it must be the right one. I walk among the trees, but ahead there is no path in between the undergrowth. I cannot go though here. I should get around this place, but how?

I stomp my feet. Damn it… What hour is it? There is still plenty of time, but not if a start going around like a freaking duck. A root scratches my foot.

Ok, calm down.

I sigh, there is nothing I can do here, damn.

I sent Francis my position. “Come get me.” I text him. “I’ll give you jerks another round.”

Francis sees my messages right away. He responds with a thumb up, a smiley face and the stuck-out tongue emoji. Damn, I’m fucked again.

I clean the needles off a small rock so I can sit on it and wait here. Since I’ll have to pay for this, I can at least let them do the job now. At least I have my data in this lost into nothingness place. I open Instagram and go back to the cute kittens.

“Marianne!” Francis calls on my right. He bends under a branch and moves in the undergrowth. “Where on earth did you go?”

I get up and move my hands up. “You could hurry at least, half an hour I’m waiting.”

“What, half an hour? It’s been ten minutes tops. And can you explain how did you managed to get here?”

I go towards him. “Your directions didn’t work.”

“My directions? Your feet! Oh, it doesn’t matter. “He smiles all satisfied.

“Go to hell.” I bark at him.

He giggles. “This way.”

We cut in the middle of the forest. My sandals are full of pieces of bark and needles. “Can’t we walk on the trail?”

“There’s in no trail here and I have no clue how you managed to get here.” He puts his arm around my waist. “Also, I want to get to the motorhome as soon as possible.”

“Fuck you.”

“Mmm, yes, let’s go let’s go.”

“Make sure your directions work next time.”

Among the pine trees I can see the motorhome. I stop.

“How can it be here already?”

Francis looks at me. “You got lost.”

“What…” I’m confused. I really have no sense of direction.

“Come, come.” Francis moves his arms around me and pushes me forward.

August gets out of the motorhome to greet me. “Hi, Marianne.”

I take my sandals off and I try to clean my feet from all the dust and dirt.

August cleans off the dirt from my thighs, and goes up my legs with his hands and pulls up the edge of my skirt. Francis moves his hands underneath my blouse. Their hands crabbing for my skin, wanting to take me, make me feel warm in between my legs.

August moves his hand up un my buttocks, Francis hugs me and pushes me up the motorhome as August moves backwards pulling me.

In the shadow inside the motorhome, Francis puts his hands above my bra, grabs my boobs. August slips his hands under the skirt’s rubber band, under the edge of my under pants and moves them both down. They fall on my feet without noise. August caresses my hips, my naked buttocks, as I pull up my blouse and Francis undoes my bra, and my boobs get naked in his hands. I feel a vibration down there. I’m completely naked as they touch me and go about my body thinking of taking me.

Francis picks me up by my waist and August helps him laying me down on the bed.

August gets on top of me, his straight dick in his hand.

I open my legs with a thrill. I touch my clit waiting for him. This is the moment I always prefer, when I’m naked and he touches me, looks at me with that desire to get inside of me. August gets knees on the covers, his dick ready. He lays it in between my wetness. It feels warm and big. Full of veins and slick. The idea that the two of them both want this make me wet more. The tip pushes in. August opens me up, I feel it stretch me and slowly widening the opening as it slides in. A thrill moves around my belly. August pulls out a bit, leaving just the tip inside, then he goes back in a little bit more than before. He slowly moves out again and then pushes it in. His shaft goes all the way in.

I moan and I look at him in the eye as he moves inside of me. I little pricy as directions go, and I’m a still a little pissed I made a little bit of a fool of myself, but at the end of the day I like this. In a way, a great way to have a great fuck while getting away with all the responsibility of getting naked and fucked. I open my legs more and let August fuck me good, savouring it going deep. I do need to get to the train and so lets them take me.

With my internal muscles I hold on August’s shaft and he goes faster. I like it more when I tighten things up, I feel it better, I feel more penetrated, I feel fuller. Also they’ll come sooner. I like it, but I do need to be in time here.

August’s nuts push against me.

“You are so wet, Marianne. You are fucking loving this.”

I am savouring this deeply, pleasure rising in my belly, warmth growing in between my legs, in my opened up pussy. And if I think Francis soon with be inside of me too I get even more thrills.

“Just make sure your directions are worth this.”

August leans on my legs, pushing them backwards exposing my pussy completely to his shaft. He fucks me in and out, he stops a little inside to feel my pussy, then goes again.

“We will give you the best directions ever, Marianne. Gosh I love your pussy.”

He pants and goes quicker. He stays in, and comes.

He pulls out, teetering a little. “All yours.” He tells Francis as he moves to take his place.

I keep my legs, and my pussy, spread open for him to fuck me just as well. The vibrations in my clit crave for more. I look down Francis penis getting closer to my opening, touching me and disappearing right in. Slowly he starts going up and down in my wetness and my clit starts to throb. Waves of vibrations go through me as Francis fucks me and grabs by boobs, they give me thrills all over my lips and hands.

I hear a moan and it’s me as I melt around his shaft. I move my fingers on my clit, as Francis strokes my boobs and my belly while his dicks keep me open and fucked. I’m starting to feel sweet pulsations in my lower belly.

Francis too pulsates inside of me as he comes. He pulls out caressing my thighs.

I close my legs. I let the pulsations slowly give up.

I sigh, I blow my some of my hair away from my face. I stroke one thigh over the other, feeling melted and relaxed.

I jump. “Fuck, what’s the time?”

I’m titillating myself here and I have a train to catch.

“Calm, you have well over an hour yet.” Says August calmly. “You will make it no problem.”

“Uff…” I go pick up my close.

“I’ll accompany you till the bbq area.”

I get up and put my close back on. Time to go.

We get out in the flaming sun. I put the big bag on the shoulder, I check the car keys are in the right pocket and I follow August down the trail where we came from before.

He took with him two cans of orange soda. “You want?”

“Thanks.” It is very hot and I’m thirsty too.

I drink slowly, placing the cold can against the neck and the forehead to cool myself down. We keep going on some ground covered by pine needles, with an inebriating smell of resin and dry wood.

August crushes his empty can. “Well, anyways I think you are super pretty, you know.”

I give him my can so he can throw it in the garbage when we get back to civility. “I’m not shagging you again because you are giving me a compliment.”

“No, I just felt it was the right thing to say…”

For sure this is not where I went through the other times. The pines open up in an equipped area with wooden tables and benches. August throws the cans in a metal trash can.

He points at an asphalt road. “Almost there.”

The road, wide enough for two cars to barely drive through at the same time without moving into the bare ground in the sides, beams heat.

“You want me to come with you to the parking lot?”

I move the big bag on the other shoulder. “No, thanks. It’s this way right?”

“No.” August points on the other direction, on the left. “That way.”

“Oh, right. Ok.”

August looks at me. “Follow my directions exactly this time. The other times you didn’t.”

I raise my hand. “I’ll do exactly as you say. No distractions.”

“Ok, you go ahead a couple hundred feet, then you cross and take the road on the right, you keep going and you’ll see the signs.”

“Seems simple enough.”

“Follow the directions.”

A wave goodbye. “Don’t worry. I got fucked enough for one day.”

He smiles. “Bye, then.”

I leave and start walking under the sun. The heat is really heavy. The cicadas are getting really busy with their singing, they make my ears ring. I move on the side of the road, there is dirt and pine needles here but at least I can use a bit of the shadow provided by the trees. That orange soda was nice, I wish I had another one.

Ok, a couple hundred feet. I should find a road here on the right now, and there is a road, but the sign says “B&B Sandy Pines”. Such a imaginative name, they could have gone with the “The Cicadas that Will Drive You Crazy in Your Sleep”. I keep going because clearly this is not it. I check my phone. Still all the time I need. Even so, I’d like to get to the car’s air conditioning like, now. On the left there is a small gravel road. It doesn’t seem to go anywhere. I stop. Am I getting lost again? I turn where I came from. There are no roads on the right. I followed my directions. I mean, they weren’t complicated. There is a sign over there. I move forward too read, maybe the road is just there, hidden behind those oleanders.

The sign is the name of a café that doesn’t exist anymore. Only an empty court yard is left. No roads. Is it possible that August lied to me and the right direction was on the right? Where I thought it was? It is not his stile to lie, but considering, maybe it is better I go back and check it out. I walk back. I will not be happy if I ended up lost and melted on the asphalt after taking two dicks in for directions.

I move past the equipped area. The road seems to get a little wider, maybe it’s the right way.

A family of four on a red car with an inflatable crocodile on the roof passes by. I keep going. There is a road on my right. Could this be it? I turn here. There are fences and lines of trees and beyond them a parking lot. Is this the one? I parked the car right at the entrance. Turn in the parking lot. But my car is not here. There is a grey car and a blue car. Two women with straw hats and long colorful pareos are getting off. Damn it. Where is my car? Is this the parking lot?

I grab the phone and call August. If he lied to me…

He answers at the second ring. “Hullo!”

“What kind of directions did you gave me?”

“Uh?”

“I went on the right as you said, but there are no roads there.”

“Yes, it’s there.”

“No, it’s not. Did you lie to me? I turned back and found a parking lot, but the car is not here.”

“What parking lot are you at? You sure that’s not the beach parking lot?”

“I’m in the car’s parking lot!” I’m sweating and I have no intention to have a discussion here. “Did you lied to me? Where’s the car? I followed your directions and there was no road on the right.”

“There is. There’s a B&B and the road.”

“You could have told me. It looked like a private road.”

There is a moment of silence. “Send me your position. I pick you up.”

I just hung up and send the position. I sit on the sidewalk, in the shadow of a tree, the beg on my legs.

A guy with blue flip flops walks down the road. A white car pulls in the parking lot, barely missing a cicada bouncing in the dried grass. I put my head against the tree and just wait.

A roaring engine pulls in. It’s them, they came picking me up with the whole motorhome. I get up.

August pulls over and Francis opens the door for me.

“Indications were bogus by the way, not my fault—”

Francis jumps down and wraps my waist. “Hop on. Up, up.”

“Yes, but you better give decent directions now.”

I get on and Francis shuts the door. August parks the motorhome on the side of the road.

Francis hugs me and I feel his lips on my neck.

I push away his hands that are wrapping my waist. “No, c’mon. I’ve got to go now. I won’t let you do anything more to me after your bad directions, you don’t deserve to get anything.”

Francis moves his hands on my bosom and inside my thigh, kissing my neck, pulling against his body.

“We’ll give you better directions.”

“I’ll miss my train…”

“You won’t. Promise.”

His fingers get to my clit and I get a thrill there. What the hell, am I going to let myself be fucked again? His penis pushes against my back. And why not?

August gets here too, as Francis keeps me wrapped in his arms, touching me between my legs.

“You don’t deserve it at all.” I say as August shuts the curtains.

“Take this shirt off.” Francis is starting giving me directions.

August comes to me and takes my hands in his hands and moves them as I take the rim of the blouse and pull the up. Francis finger go all over my body.

“Let it go.” He breathes in my ear.

I follow his directions and let the blouse fall on the floor. Francis unhooks my bra and takes my breasts in his hands from behind. I’m getting hot in between my legs again, I let him do what he wants.

“Take your skirt off.” He murmurs.

“I’m thirsty.” I say as I bring my hands to the last piece of close left on me.

Francis put his hands over mine. August goes to open the fridge and takes a glass.

I warm thrill goes through my belly as Francis accompanies my hands to hold the band of my pants.

August pours some water in the glass.

“Open your mouth.” He says.

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