Duct Tape and Pink Panties
written by:
mcerotic

This is a new version of this story (the original is still around with "(original)" at the end of the title). Nobody, including me, really liked the ending to that version, which introduced a new character out of nowhere, and so I decided to rewrite it. Apart from correcting the odd typo, the first part of the story is unchanged.

I saw the car a couple of miles before I reached it since the roads in the desert are long and straight. It was at the side of the road with its hood up. I pulled in behind it to see if I could help. Out here in the country people need to look out for each other. I got out of my car and walked over but there didn't appear to be anyone else there. I walked back to my car and was just about to get in and drive off when I heard a noise. A girl came out from the bushes. I got just a flash of her pink panties in the vee of her shorts as she did them up. She must have been having a pee.

Now she was closer I could see that she was very attractive. Late teens I would guess. Blonde hair threaded through the back of a baseball cap. Medium sized breasts that rounded out a yellow spaghetti-strap top. A glint of jewelry in her exposed navel. Tight cut-off denim shorts. sandals. And pink panties, although of course I could no longer see them.

"Do you need any help?" I asked.

"A hose has burst and I've boiled away all the water," she said matter-of-factly. She made no attempt to play the attractive woman in distress role. For some reason that pleased me.

"I've got some duct tape in my car. We can fix the hose temporarily with that."

Since I'm a photographer I've always got duct tape, or gaffer's tape as photographers often call it. It only took a few minutes and the burst hose was wrapped tightly with duct tape.

"Now we need to get you some water and out here in the desert that's not happening. Get in. We'll go to the next town."

She looked a little uncertain, perhaps because she was getting into a car with a complete stranger. But she knew she didn't have any other options.

"Come on," I said, putting my hand lightly on the small of her back. She opened the passenger door of my car and got in.

"I'm Owen," I said as I started the engine.

"My name's Tuffy," she said. "It's short for Tiffany but nobody ever calls me that. Hmm, I guess you are a photographer." She gestured to the back of my wagon where there were lights and camera boxes.

"Guilty as charged."

"What sort of photography do you do?"

"Out here in the middle of nowhere, whatever I can. Mostly wedding stuff, kids. A little bit of commercial stuff for one company. Some pictures of the beauty of the desert but that is mostly for my own enjoyment, that market is very competitive. It was a lot easier when I started thirty years ago. I did celebrity photography, then, but that has become a dangerous game as the celebrities have gone from trying to be photographed to avoiding been photographed in anything except the most controlled circumstances. So I escaped away to the desert. So what are you doing in the middle of nowhere?"

"I'm an actress on my way to Hollywood. Isn't that such a cliché?"

"What kind of actress are you?" To tell the truth, I wondered if she was in porn. She certainly had the body for it. My eyes glanced down for a moment to those tight denim shorts, inside which I knew were pink panties, inside which I guessed was a smoothly shaven pussy.

"You probably think I'm really just a waitress with dreams. But actually I was in a stage show, a musical, in New York and I got recruited to work on the pilot for a new program for Disney. They wanted an actress who could also sing."

"Well, I wish you luck. Most of those pilots never seem to turn into series."

"It's actually even worse than that. Over three quarters of them never even get broadcast. Some bigshot executive takes a look and that's that. Weeks of work by a big team of talented people flushed away."

"So how come you are here in the desert rather than in first class on a plane above us?"

"I had a few days so I decided to drive from the east coast, seeing various relatives and friends along the way. All was going fine until this afternoon."

At the next town we bought a couple of those containers of spring water in the small supermarket. We were soon back at the car and a few dollars of water had it running immediately.

"That duct tape won't hold forever," I told her, "so you'd better just drive to the gas station and get the mechanic to fix the hose. I'll follow you just in case the tape doesn't hold.

She drove off, driving slowly. I followed behind, keeping an eye out for tell-tale clouds of steam. But nothing untoward happened and soon we pulled up at the gas station. It was a typical small-town gas station, one guy, probably the owner, also the mechanic.

But the news wasn't good. "I don't have that hose. I'll have to go up the road to the dealership and get it but it's too late today. I won't get there before they close. I'll go first thing in the morning and everything should be fixed by lunchtime tomorrow and we'll have you on your way."

"Now what do I do?" said Tuffy as she pulled a small suitcase out of the trunk of her car.

"You have two options I think. I can drive you to a motel, although this town only has one and it's a bit of a flea-pit. You can walk back here in the morning. Or you can come and stay at my place and I'll bring you back tomorrow. I only live fifteen minutes from here."

Again I could see her thinking about whether she was wise to go off with a stranger she didn't know. Of course I was hoping she'd stay. An attractive woman was much better company than the TV for an evening. Plus, of course, the small possibility that I might manage to get her out of those pink panties.

"I'm not sure I should..." she said doubtfully.

"Well, it's your choice. I'm not going to try and persuade you. But think about it, if I was going to rape you or rob you then out there in the desert you were completely defenseless."

"OK," she said. "I guess you don't look like a serial killer." She opened the tailgate of my car and found a space for her suitcase.

She fell asleep in the hot late-afternoon sun as I drove to my small house. I glanced over at her, mentally stripping off her yellow top revealing her breasts. I could just see the hint of her nipples through the material. I would have loved to have been able to reach out and caress them. Instead, when we arrived, I had to make do with gently shaking her awake by a bare shoulder. We got her suitcase and went into the house.

"There's only one bedroom," I said. "You will have to sleep on the sofa-bed in the living room." It had originally been a three-bedroom house but I'd knocked the two smaller bedrooms together to make my studio so now there was only one bedroom.

I showed her where the bathroom was as I got a couple of beers from the refrigerator. I opened one and took a large slug. The cold liquid felt good after an afternoon of dusty car trouble under the baking sun.

I heard the bathroom door open and I turned around. I was stunned when Tuffy came out without her top. Without her shorts. In fact, dressed just in the pink panties that I'd glimpsed earlier. Her breasts looked even better than I'd imagined, perfectly proportioned to her body with pencil-eraser nipples the same color as her panties surrounded by quarter-sized darker areolas.

"I want to repay you for all your help this afternoon," she said.

I was torn between lust and logic. One part of me wanted to tear her panties off and fuck her on the spot. After all I'd been fantasizing about it all afternoon. But another part of me felt differently.

"Never use your body as a means of payment for anything," I heard myself say. "Don't degrade yourself like that. The only reason you should fuck anyone is because you want to."

She looked down away from me guiltily. "You aren't wet are you?" I said quietly. She shook her head, still avoiding eye contact with me.

I went to the counter. "Come and have a drink," I said holding out the other bottle of beer. I sat down on one of the two stools by the counter and drank in her semi-naked body as I drank my beer.

"I'm not old enough to drink."

"You are old enough for me to treat you as an adult so you can have one if you want. I don't give a shit what those idiots in Washington say."

She came over and sat on the other stool. She seemed at ease in her body, unashamed at her own nudity. She had a photogenic face and body, I realized. She knew she was stunning but didn't have any of the aloofness that beautiful women so often have. Whoever had recruited her in New York had made a good choice. I opened the beer and passed it to her. She took a slug. A drop of condensation from the bottle fell onto her breast. It took real willpower not to lean forward and lick it off.

"Isn't there something I can do for you?" she said. I had no idea what she had in mind and I don't think she did either. But then something came to me.

"Yes, there is. You can be a model for me, let me take some photos of you. In half an hour the sun will start to set and the light will be perfect on your hair and your skin."

"You want to photograph me naked?"

"Not necessarily. Whatever you are happy with. Put your clothes back on and we'll go."

We drove further up the road to an isolated place where I knew the light from the setting sun would glow on the rocks. As an actress she was used to being photographed and knew her body so most of the time she simply posed and I took pictures, just occasionally I would give her some direction and she would instantly follow it. I took hundreds of shots of her as her yellow top gradually became more and more orange as the sun got lower.

"If you are up for some topless shots then you'd better take your top off before the light goes."

She didn't show any reluctance. She peeled her top off and I took some more shots.

"Shall I take my shorts off?" she asked.

"If you are comfortable doing that."

I expected her to strip down to her pink panties like she had done earlier so I was surprised when she slipped everything off and started to pose completely naked. I finally got to see her puffy pink pussy lips. I had guessed right that she was shaved clean.

By the time the light was going she was completely at ease, lying back on a big flat rock finger-fucking herself obscenely for my camera. As I took my last few photographs I saw her body tense. She moaned, staring directly into the camera as her climax burst and her fingers coaxed waves of joy from her pussy.

We carried the equipment back to the car. I picked up a clipboard. "Sign at the bottom there," I said, pointing to the box at the bottom of the model release. She took the pen and signed. I threw the clipboard into the back of the car along with the equipment box.

Back at the house, I made us some dinner and then I showed her some more of my photography, mostly the desert stuff since the only thing more boring than commercial photography is looking at other people's wedding photographs. Finally, it was late. I set up the sofa-bed in the living room for Tuffy, showered and then got into my own bed. Soon I was asleep.

I woke up in the darkness, aware that someone was in the room with me. The side of the comforter was lifted up and Tuffy slid into the vacant half of my bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked in the darkness.

Tuffy reached over and took hold of my hand. She guided my fingers between her legs and pushed them against her pussy. She was sopping wet.

"When you refused to fuck me earlier it was such a turn-on," she said. "Most men would simply have been wimps and taken me to bed. After all, it was a genuine offer even if I wasn't that keen on it. But you were a true man and told me off. You'd only fuck me if I truly wanted you. So, of course, I immediately did want you."

While she was talking, Tuffy was moving my fingers up and down the length of her pussy lips. I could feel her clit each time a fingertip passed over it. It was so hard I wondered for a moment if she had a piercing but she was just incredibly aroused.

"Then it was incredibly erotic when you were photographing me. I've never masturbated in front of someone before, not even a boyfriend. I'm an actress, it would have been easy to fake an orgasm, but it wouldn't have felt right. But I felt so at ease with you that, to my surprise, I came for real."

Tuffy moved in the darkness again and I felt her leg move over me as she straddled my body. Needless to say my cock was already rock hard. I could feel the softness of her sex as she slid her pussy up and down the length of my cock, coating my shaft using her juice-slick lips. Then she slid forward a little more. With a little thrust of my hips, the tip of my cock nestled in her opening. She pushed her body back down, but between the girth of my cock and the tightness of her pussy it took her several thrusts of her hips to work my completely into her.

Once I was deep in her cunt she bent forward and kissed me, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her tongue drove into my mouth as her hips thrust back and forth on my cock. I let her take the lead and use my body however she wanted. She sat up again on my cock, still using her hips to fuck me. I reached forward under her body and found the dimple where her outer lips divided. I pressed my finger further forward. When I reached her clit it was as if I'd flicked a switch. Her body immediately tensed and I felt the waves of her orgasms on my cock as they flooded through her body.

She lifted herself off me. In the darkness I couldn't really see what she was doing until suddenly I felt a mouth close over the head of my cock. She moved around further and I could feel her legs on either side of my head as she lowered her pussy onto my mouth. The tip of my tongue pushed into her cunt, tasting the sweet nectar of her recent orgasm. Meanwhile she was fucking me with her mouth, pushing her head down hard on my cock so that it went right to the back of her throat. I was getting close to coming. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive parts of my cock. My tongue found the hard little point of her clit and started to circle it. I could feel the renewed tension in her body and knew she was close to a second orgasm. I started to thrust my hips up into her mouth, pushing my cock as deep into her as I could. And then I was coming, pumping warm jets into her throat. She lightly licked my cock, coaxing the last drops of cum from my cock as it jerked on her tongue. I continued to circle her clit as she gently licked my cock clean. She pushed her hips down onto my mouth as she came, thrusting my tongue hard into her as the wetness of her orgasm flooded onto my face from her pussy.

The two of us lay there for a moment, exhausted by the intensity of our coupling. Then she moved back up the bed and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?"

"For letting me fuck you."

"You didn't give me much choice," I said, laughing. "But I don't suppose you'd be surprised to know that I wanted to get into your pink panties too."

In the morning we awoke to the bright desert sun. It was already mid-morning. I made some coffee and we had a somewhat stilted conversation, neither of us knowing exactly what we should say having shared something special during the night. But we both knew without anyone saying that it would be a one-night stand. She would go to Hollywood with her career ahead of her. I would still be here in the desert trying to make a living at photography as digital technology continued to make my many years of experience irrelevant.

At lunchtime I drove her to get her car. We said our goodbyes, kissed and she drove off. I never expected to see her again. To tell the truth, I never even expected to see her on TV, I thought her chances were slim. Pretty girls are two-a-penny in Hollywood—just look at the cocktail waitresses in the bars there, actresses-in-waiting all of them.

But she was lucky as well as talented. Tuffy became Tiffany and Disney made her a brand. She was the idol of every girl under the age of thirteen. Or thirty. She had her own TV series. She sold records by the million. She made feature movies. She sold out stadiums. People magazine would often have her on the cover with her latest boyfriend. She was so ubiquitous that it became hard to ignore her even if I'd wanted to.

Which, of course, I didn't, since we'd shared that special day and night a few years ago. Every male and most the females in the country wanted to fuck her. I could never tell my friends that I already had, they'd never believe me.

And I had a potential fortune sitting in my computer: hundreds of naked photographs of her, many of them X-rated, and a signed model release. But in the same way I wouldn't take advantage of her when she offered her body to me in repayment, I wouldn't take advantage of her by selling the photos. They stayed in my computer except for one, a tasteful picture of her, naked, but with her head turned away from the camera so you couldn't tell who she was. That picture was framed on my bedroom wall, a picture with a significance known only to me. The girlfriends who passed through my life would complain about my having a naked picture of another woman on my bedroom wall, but I wouldn't take it down and I wouldn't tell them who it was.

When Tuffy first got to Hollywood she put my name on some list as a friend. As a result, a couple of times every year or so I'd find sitting in my mailbox an envelope with a return address in Hollywood. It would always contain an invitation to a party from some movie studio or agency. Now a Hollywood party is not my type of thing at all, it was too reminiscent of when I started in photography, just the kind of thing that I moved to the desert to escape.

I never went. I wanted to remember Tuffy as she was with me, not the glamorous superstar that she had become. To tell the truth, I also didn't want to suffer the indignity of discovering that she didn't remember who I was. Her life had moved on. Tiffany had eclipsed Tuffy.

Then one day another Hollywood envelope arrived. I almost threw it in the trash unopened, as had become my habit, but for some reason this time I didn't. I opened it to find the usual invitation to a Hollywood party. But this invite was different. Hand-written on the invitation it said: "Please come. Tuffy."

So I went. The party was being held at a swanky Beverley Hills hotel. When I arrived there, everywhere I looked there were famous actors and actresses, names you'd recognize instantly. I could see Tuffy—no Tiffany, definitely Tiffany today—dressed in a figure-hugging party dress. But she was across the room surrounded by so many people I couldn't really even get close. I grabbed a glass of chardonnay off one of the trays circulating around. I tried to make small talk with some of the people near me but it is difficult to find common ground with people who live their lives in a bubble, cut off from the real world. It was a mistake to have come.

I decided to leave and go to the hotel bar. At least I'd feel at home there. Maybe it would be easier to see Tiffany later. A woman with a clipboard spotted me leaving and rushed up to me.

"You are Owen, aren't you? Tiffany really wants to see you."

"Well, tell her I'll be in the bar," I said, somewhat rudely, and I left the room.

I did indeed go to the bar and I had a couple of drinks while I chatted to the bartenders. After about an hour clipboard-woman returned.

"Tiffany would like to see you in her suite," she said.

I followed her to the elevators and in through a door into a large suite. There were two bodyguard types there, dressed in black suits with earpieces. They eyed me suspiciously.

Suddenly another door opened and Tiffany came into the room. She'd changed out of her party dress and was in a man's plaid shirt that came mid-way down her thighs. I could tell by the way her breasts moved that she was wearing no bra. The bodyguards and the clipboard-woman seemed surprised to see her like that.

She waved her arm at the three of them. "Leave," she said.

"We'll be just outside the door," said one of the bodyguards. "Shout or call us if there is any problem."

The three of them left. Finally I was alone with Tuffy. She came over to me, threw her arms around me and kissed me.

"You are a most amazing man," she said.

"What have I done now?"

"Well, you are so self-confident and so trustworthy. You do exactly what you want. First, I've never forgotten that you refused to have sex with me when I offered it as a way to thank you. I can't imagine anyone in Hollywood doing that. Secondly, you had the nerve to walk out of a Hollywood party and go to the bar, because you weren't enjoying yourself. Nobody in Hollywood would dare do such a thing, they all are too busy seeing and being seen. And there's a third thing that I want to talk to you about. But first I have a request to ask you."

"Go ahead, Tuffy"

"Nobody has called me that in years. Please don't stop though. I'm fed up of narcissist Hollywood types who are so self-centered. You are only real man I know and I need a real man from time to time to keep me sane in this zoo. I want you to take me to bed. If you want to, of course."

"Of course I want to. I've never forgotten our short time together. I just assumed you had. Your life has changed so much."

"Not all for the better. Yes, the fame, the money and all that. But I feel I've sold my soul to get it. Take me to bed and turn me back into Tuffy for a few hours."

She took my hand and led me towards the door where she had entered the room, presumably her bedroom. She turned to face me, slowly unbuttoning the shirt. She peeled it off. Her breasts were just how I remembered except that now she had a gold ring through her right nipple. She was naked except for her panties.

"Pink panties," she said. "Just like when we were together. See, I really did remember."

"Did you know I saw you had pink panties before we even spoke to each other? You were coming out of the bushes having presumably just had a pee. You were doing up your shorts and I got a flash of pink before you pulled up your zipper."

Tuffy laughed. "You dirty old man, I had no idea. I bet you were already thinking of whether you could get into them."

"You're probably right. But if you remember, I turned you down when you offered to let me."

"Well, don't turn me down this time." She slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down, revealing her beautiful waxed-smooth pussy.

She lay down on the bed on her back with her arms and legs outstretched. "Do whatever you want to me." I took off my jacket and threw it onto the chair soon to be followed with the rest of my clothes. While I was undressing I was thinking about what I should do to her. An idea came to me that it would be really dirty and exciting to fuck Disney's teen idol in her ass. I felt my cock twitch at the thought.

"Have you ever been fucked up your ass?" I asked

"No, never. It's never appealed to me. I don't even let people touch me there."

"Well, you told me to do whatever I wanted to you and I want to fuck your ass so I will. Roll onto your front."

"I'm not sure about this," she said but she gamely rolled over onto her front and spread her legs for me.

I spread the cheeks of her ass to reveal the little brown starburst of her untouched asshole.

"Oh Tuffy," I said. "Your asshole is as pretty as your pussy. I can't wait to play with it."

I lent forward and tickled it with the tip of my tongue.

"Ooh," she sighed, "That feels different. Who knew it felt good?"

I started to lick her asshole a bit harder, probing the tiny hole with my tongue. Gradually she relaxed and my tongue just penetrated a little into the muscular ring. I reached underneath her body, feeling for her slit. Then I started to gently rub her clit. I could feel her arousal building as my fingertip caressed her little hard button and my tongue wormed its way deeper into her ass.

I sat up. "What would all your pre-teen fans think if they could see you naked with my tongue in your ass?"

"If they knew how good it felt they'd want to be naked with your tongue in their asses too."

"That's a very naughty thought."

"I bet you'd like that too, you perv. Little underage virgins peeling off their Pocahontas panties for you, shocked when you ignore their hairless pre-pubescent pussies and go instead for their tiny puckered anuses."

"And then when they are nice and wet and relaxed I'd stick a finger in them."

As I said that, I sat up and pushed a finger firmly into Tuffy's asshole. She yelped in surprise. I pulled my other hand out from underneath her and pushed a finger between her swollen pussy lips into the tight wetness of her cunt. She moaned again and pushed her body against my hands, pushing one finger deeper into her ass and the other finger deeper into her cunt. I started to fuck her slowly with both fingers, alternating between asshole and cunt. As my finger pulled out of her asshole I'd roughly drive the other into her cunt, and as my finger withdrew from her cunt I'd thrust the other into her asshole.

"Oh wow, that feels so good," she moaned.

When her asshole was relaxed enough for my finger to move more easily, I pulled it out, grabbed her hips and lifted them so that her ass was in the air, her pussy framed between her thighs. I nuzzled my cock between her pussy lips feeling for her opening and at the same time I replaced my finger in her asshole. She pushed back and my cockhead slipped into her. I started to move my hips, gradually working the rest of my cock into her tightness, and my finger back into her ass. I put a second finger alongside the one in her ass. She gasped at the intensity as I gradually distended her asshole enough to accommodate it.

I looked down as I fucked, seeing my two fingers in her distended asshole and my cock ringed by her swollen pink pussy lips as it slid glistening in and out of her cunt. I pulled out of her cunt, removed my fingers from her ass, and repositioned my cockhead on her asshole. I grabbed her hips as pushed my hard cock forward slowly but firmly, watching as the pink cockhead was gradually swallowed by her virgin asshole.

She groaned. "Wow, that's intense." She reached back between her legs to masturbate herself.

"There, you are no longer an anal virgin."

I started to thrust my hips gently, each time working a little bit more of my cock into her tightest hole. As she became accustomed to the feeling of my cock in her ass, she started to push back against me until her ass-cheeks were pressed against my belly, my cock buried completely in her. I started to fuck her harder now, almost pulling my cock from her ass before driving it vigorously forward as she thrust her hips back to meet me. She grunted, getting louder and louder, each time my cock rammed in between her cheeks. And then, with a final guttural moan, she was coming, her asshole spasming tight onto my cock as the powerful waves of her orgasm hit her.

I pulled out of her ass and lay down on the bed. She straddled me, reached down and held my cock vertical, then lowered herself so that her asshole was just touching my cock. I watched as she lowered herself, once more taking my cock into her ass, her beautiful pussy lips bulging between her outspread legs. I reached out and caressed her breasts, flicking the tips of her nipples with my thumbs.

"This feels so naughty," she said as her ass pressed down onto my thighs, my cock completely inside her. "But good. Why did I wait so long?"

She started to rock her hips, fucking me with her ass. I reached forward and pushed a finger into her cunt and gently stroked the spongy interior of her pussy. She fucked me harder and faster now, driving my arousal up towards orgasm. Then, just as I was about to come, she lifted herself off me, bent over and took my cock into her mouth. With one hand stroking my shaft and her tongue swirling over my knob she coaxed my body that last little bit until I exploded, my cock jerking in her mouth as my body creamed into the back of her throat. She swallowed and then, just as she had done several years before, she lovingly licked my cock clean.

She moved up the bed and lay alongside me. I put my arm over her and she moved, pressing her breasts against me.

"Thank you," she said. "I really needed that."

We lay there embracing and soon we fell asleep. When I awoke it took me a moment to remember where I was. There alongside me was the sight everyone wanted to see, but that only I was privileged to, Disney's Tiffany naked. Although to me she would always be Tuffy. She stirred, opening one eye to look at the time. She would soon have to get up. A limo would come to take her to the studio.

"I said I had one other thing I wanted to talk to you about," she said cryptically. "It's the most amazing thing about you."

"And what is that?"

"You are not a rich man..."

"That's not particularly amazing," I said laughing.

She punched me playfully. "I haven't finished yet. But, how can I put it...you have the means with those photos to make a lot of money for yourself at my expense and you haven't."

"It would destroy your career if I gave those photos to Hustler or whoever."

"That's just what I mean. You wouldn't even need to destroy my career. I'm a gazillionaire and you haven't even called my agent to shake him down."

"I assumed you'd be in a lot of trouble if it even became known that the photos existed. Especially since you work for ultra-clean Disney."

"You are right. I had to sign all sorts of affidavits that no naked pictures of me existed that might embarrassingly suddenly appear on the internet. So I just signed."

"You were incredibly trusting too," I said. "You never tried to contact me, you just trusted me so totally that you knew I wouldn't hurt you."

I got up and walked over to where my jacket was thrown over a chair. I reached into the inside pocket and got out a folded sheet of paper I'd put there before I left home. I passed it to Tuffy.

"What's this?" she said.

"It's the original of your model release. Without it I can't sell those pictures even if I wanted to. Nobody would touch them."

"What should I do with it?"

"Just tear it up."

"What do you want for it?"

"Nothing. No, that's not true. I'd like to see you occasionally. But not here in Hollywood, it's too artificial. It's not Tiffany I want to see. When you are under pressure and about to blow here, I want you to escape to the desert for a day or two. Be Tuffy again."

"I'd love to do that. But I have one more request of you."

"Fire away."

"I offered you something before and you turned me down. I'm going to offer you something again and I want you to promise not to turn me down."

"Tuffy, you know that now I'll have sex with you whenever and wherever you want. It was only when you offered me sex almost as payment for helping you that it got my back up."

"It's not my body I'm going to offer you. Well, I am going to offer you that too, but that's not what I'm talking about."

"This is very cryptic. But OK, I promise to accept. What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and find out."

With that, Tuffy leapt out of bed to shower. When she emerged from the bathroom she was wearing nothing but a pink thong.

"Do you always wear pink panties?" I asked.

"Only when I'm with you. Until yesterday I'd not worn pink panties since that day when my car broke down. Only Tuffy wears pink panties. Tiffany never does. Isn't that silly."

"No, it's sweet."

I smiled. A few weeks ago I'd been worried that Tuffy would have forgotten me completely. Now it turns out she not only remembered the details, she had a sentimental rule from the day.

I left a short time later for the long drive home. It was a couple of weeks later that Tuffy called me. She told me that she'd wired some money into my bank account and reminded me that I'd promised to accept it. I'm not going to say how much it was but suffice to say that I didn't have to spend my weekdays photographing other people's brats and my weekends photographing weddings any more. I just photographed the things I wanted to.

It was a couple of months after that that Tuffy first visited. We talked from time to time on the phone, of course, but her schedule was insane. I was sitting at home as the afternoon sun started to cool off a little when my cell rang. Tuffy said that her car had broken down and I had to come and rescue her. It seemed unlikely that a rental car would really have broken down and when she told me where she was, on a small side road, I was sure. But I played along and got into my new SUV.

When I got to the place she had described I could see a car at the side of the road. It was one of those mid-size American cars that rental companies seem to choose. I pulled up behind her but Tuffy wasn't anywhere to be seen at first. Then I saw her between the bushes. She was dressed in cut-off denim shorts and a yellow top like that first day. Although her shorts were zipped up, I knew she would be wearing pink panties.

"Come," she said and led me off further from the road. After a couple of hundred yards we cut between two large boulders and there was a large flat rock shaded by a tree. On the rock was a large rug spread out and what a bottle of champagne on ice. Even better, we couldn't be seen from the road. I had no idea this place existed and I've been around the whole area a lot for photography.

"How on earth did you find this place?" I said.

"My car broke down and here it was."

"Yeah, right."

"Well, remember I work in Hollywood. A couple of phone calls and I got the name of a location scout. They are the people you can call up and say ‘I want a French bistro with yellow walls and terra-cotta tiles in the Chicago area' and they go to their files and give you a list of places."

"So what did you ask for?"

"At first I tried to be indirect. Finally I just came out and told them my friend wanted a secluded place round here, near a road but not visible from it, where one could have outdoor sex. Of course I'm sure they knew my ‘friend' was me but they told me about this place. They even gave me the GPS coordinates."

Tuffy pulled her top off over her head and sat down topless on the rug. I followed her lead and took of my shirt. Then I picked up the champagne, removed the cork and poured two glasses. I smiled when I saw it was a rosé.

"Let me guess, the champagne is the same color as your panties."

She didn't say anything. She just reached down, unzipped her shorts, lay back and pushed them down. Not only were her panties pink, somehow she'd manage to get some with the logo of the champagne on them.

"You did such a good job opening that bottle," she said as she spread her legs. "I think you'd better come and open this."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I reached down, grabbed the sides of her panties, she brought her legs together and lifted up her ass so I could pull them off. She parted her legs wide again for me.

"Pink lips too," she said. "Everything matches."

"I know they'll taste like champagne," I said. I took a mouthful of champagne and then I lowered my head between her inviting thighs. I put my mouth over her pussy. She gasped as I let the champagne fizz on her lips. I could feel her shivering with arousal as my tongue gently ran over her pink labia.

I gently opened up her pussy with my fingers revealing the little bud of her clit just peeking out from under its hood. I slowly moved my tongue higher until the tip of my tongue just nuzzled it. Her body jerked as I made contact. Tuffy let out a long breath, a cross between a moan and a sigh, as my tongue slowly circled around the hard point.

Tuffy reached down and with one hand spread her lips for me. As I continued to lick her clit I gently pushed a finger inside her, slowly slipping back and forth in the warm wetness of her cunt. I felt her body tighten, felt her start to clamp down onto my finger. I knew she was just on the point of coming.

I moved up over her body. She pulled her knees up towards her shoulders. I could feel the head of my cock against her lips, could sense exactly where the entrance into her body was. I reached forward and tweaked her nipples hard as I pushed my cock firmly inside her. She orgasmed immediately, her whole body jerking rhythmically underneath me as I started to fuck her fast and hard. It was almost as if she was having an epileptic fit.

"Oh, Owen," she moaned as she gradually came down from her orgasm, her body still trembling. "How I've missed you only having those pansy narcissists to select from."

She wrapped her feet around my back and started to rock her hips hard, fucking my cock. I was already getting close to coming myself. I hadn't had sex for a long time and it's hard to last with a nubile twenty-something fucking you as hard as she can. She contracted her pussy onto my cock, squeezing me tight. It was more than my cock could take and I started to cum. I could feel my cock twitch as I pumped jism into her.

We lay naked in the sun for a bit, drinking a little more champagne. Then we pulled on our clothes, packed up everything and drove the two vehicles to my house.

She went for a shower as I brought everything in. I entered the bathroom too and slipped into the shower with her. She really did have a wonderful body, taut and fit, as sexy as anyone I'd ever seen in a movie. I reached around her body and stroked her firm breasts as the water cascaded over the two of us. She turned and we kissed, moving out of the spray so that we weren't blinded. I slid one hand down her back to her ass, then lower still into the crack until my fingertip found her tight asshole. She pushed herself against my hardening cock as I gradually worked a wet fingertip into her.

"That's just for you, you know," she whispered. "Nobody else is ever allowed to touch me there, let alone fuck me there."

She reached down and grasped my cock, gently stroking me as I gradually became hard again. Without letting go of my cock, she pulled her ass off my finger, opened the shower door and stepped out, guiding me to follow. We didn't bother to dry. In the desert our bodies would be dry in no time anyway. She lay face down on my bed, her body on the bed, her hips at the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor. She parted her legs, exhibiting her beautiful pink pussy between her outspread suntanned thighs. Then she reached back and spread her cheeks. She said nothing but I knew it was an invitation into her ass again.

I spat onto my hand and rubbed saliva on my cockhead. I positioned my cockhead on the light-brown asterisk of her asshole. I'd only had my finger in her in the shower so she was still very tight as I slowly but insistently worked my cock into the tight muscular ring. She groaned, her face pressed into the bed, from the intensity of the invasion. But she continued to push back against me so I assumed she was comfortable.

I watched as her asshole distended around the girth of my cock until finally my cockhead entered her. I started to move back and forth, gradually working more and more of myself into her until I was nearly completely in her and her asshole was relaxed. She reached underneath her body and started to caress her clit with her fingers.

"It still feels weird, as if it's something I shouldn't be doing," she said. "But it feels great too. It feels like you're about a foot long and thick as a baseball bat."

She squirmed under me, working the last bit of my cock into her, pushing her ass back until finally her cheeks pressed against my belly. I started to move my hips back and forth, slowly pulling back until my cock nearly left her ass and then pushing forward hard and fast until I was completely buried in her with my belly once again against her ass. Each time I thrust into her she grunted, getting louder as her orgasm started to build up.

Suddenly she pulled off me, rolled over onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest as far as possible.

"I want to look in your eyes when I come," she said.

I sheathed my cock back into the scabbard of her asshole. I also reached down between her thighs and pushed a finger into her pussy, now she was aroused a brighter pink than before. As I fucked her ass with my cock, my finger fucked her pussy, and my thumb tapped on her clit. I could see her struggling to keep her eyes open as her impending climax neared.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she moaned. "I'm almost there." And then her climax exploded, wracking her body with convulsions as if possessed. I could feel the waves of her orgasm as they burst through her, in her ass, her pussy. She stared unblinking into my eyes as the pleasure flooded her body. It seemed to go on for a long time before gradually the last ripples died away.

"Wow," she said. "I think that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

She pulled herself off my cock and moved again. She rolled back onto her back, this time so that her neck was at the edge of the bed with her head hanging off it. I put my cockhead into her mouth and she swirled around it with her tongue. She started to caress one of her breasts as I started to fuck her mouth, gradually going deeper and deeper into her until my cockhead started to enter her throat. It was incredibly arousing to see this beauty, the beautiful face of Disney, so submissively taking my cock. Sometimes you hardly need to move to cum and today was one of those days. I was fucking her mouth, deeply but very slowly, as I felt my own orgasm swell within me. I slowed down and let my orgasm draw near even more slowly and exquisitely.

"I'm going to come," I said quietly as I felt the first contractions. I started to come, moving my cock almost imperceptibly in the tightness of her throat as I emptyed myself down her gullet.

The two of us rolled under the covers. We would be spending a lot of time there over the next few days. And on many visits to come.

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