Operation: Austin

Chapter Five Part One

The Two of Them

Gary walked through the house naked, everything silent except the clicking of the dog’s nails across the heated tile floors. Letting Jax out the front, he looked around the yard quickly to see if anything was out of place as the dog trotted across the parking area and into the orchard. He did this every morning, never wondering what he would do, naked as a jaybird and unarmed, should he walk out the front door and find mischief afoot. He guessed Jax could take care of it while he went for a weapon. Amused, he had an image of a petty criminal being surprised at sunrise some morning, on a farm in the middle of nowhere, USA, by a naked guy with a ninety-pound dog. Truthfully, unless you were driving a car with a sensor that the security system recognized, it was hard to approach Sherwood without setting off an alarm. The thought still amused him.

Satisfied his world was in order, and the dog was upon his rounds, Gary walked back into the house, leaving the front door open. Returning to the bedroom and walking into the bathroom, he peed again, not bothering to hide from her. When he was finished, Paige was gone from their bed. Opening the Nana Wall, he walked through the brisk morning air, across the courtyard terrace, and stepped down into the pool.

The water was heated, but he kept it on the cool side in the summer. It was refreshing, and his favorite way to wake up was to take a few laps down and back. As he returned on the next lap, he looked up to see Paige coming across the patio in her new bikini. She was a spectacular sight, and her carriage, even with what she had been through, was straight and graceful. She didn’t walk; she glided, her hips pivoting as she placed one foot before the other in a natural runway walk. Her small breasts were framed within the pink crocheted bra, and the pale pink of her bikini bottom was a perfect contrast to her tan skin. As it caressed her, the V-shape wrapped across the top of her hips and pointed to her p***y as if directing, “Heaven is down here, boys.”

Her impossibly flat stomach was accented with a belly button piercing that seemed to collect whatever light was available for a mile in every direction, dazzling as she walked. She made him catch his breath and, with it, a mouthful of water. He stood up, coughing and sputtering, his shoulders and head out of the water. It was no use trying to act cool; his response to her beauty was obvious.

Paige stood on the edge of the pool steps, with her arms crossed, and her legs posed, one in front of the other, a model’s pose. She had a wry smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. “Is that a yes on the bikini?”

He could only nod vigorously as he tried to stop choking.

She laughed. Peering through the water, she eyed the package between his legs; she couldn’t help but tease, “They look so different in the porn videos.”

Not being particularly well-endowed to begin with, his balls and c**k had tightened up more in the water.

He looked down, then back at her face. With indignation, he replied, “Hey, it’s cold! Haven’t you ever heard of river p***s?”

She laughed out loud and uncontrollably, then shook her head. Glancing around at the water’s surface, I noticed the lazy steam rising into the morning air. She smirked at his comment, then, as she stepped down into the pool, she teased him back, “Never heard of river p***s, but the air is cold. My n*****s are like erasers.”

Stunned by her comment, he watched her swim by. She had a very smooth stroke, and it was obvious that this girl was an excellent swimmer even as she struggled with stiffness and bruising.

He caught up with her as she executed a perfect flip turn at the end of the pool, and they swam side by side for a few more laps as she loosened up. He was the first one out of the pool, but she was right behind him, getting out and walking back to the bedroom.

“My hero has a nice ass,” she quipped as she checked him out on the way. He wiggled his butt and looked over his shoulder. She giggled and leaned forward, slapping it playfully. He walked into the bathroom to take a shower, still thinking about her eraser n****e comment. I want to see them. He thought to himself. I bet they are pink.

She followed him in, and as he turned on the water, she stood there looking at him, trying to sort out her thoughts. Grabbing two towels from the linen closet, he hung them on the towel rack and stepped into the shower without saying a word. He stood under the large rain head facing away from her, and the water poured down over his body. He at once heard the water hit her skin as she stepped in behind him. He turned around. She looked him in the eyes, unsure.

Smiling, he took her hand and looked down at her body. “You’re overdressed,” he said, referring to her bikini.

“I wasn’t sure,” she said, simply and with a bit of uncertainty.

He smiled, gently reassuring her. “I understand. It’s just a shower. Take what you want from it.”

She nodded, still standing there. She was waiting for him to take the lead.

Gary was unsure whether her hesitation was due to her youth or to what she experienced last weekend. He decided he would take care of her either way. Holding her left hand in his right, he cupped her cheek with his left hand and leaned in, kissing her gently, briefly, on the lips. When he broke away, he looked her in the eyes reassuringly. “You’re safe.”

She smiled softly and nodded. “I know, but still…”

He turned her around and unhooked her bra, which dropped into her hands. She tossed it to the sink as he reached for the soap and began washing her back and shoulders. She moaned softly as he soaped her neck, massaging her as he went.

“Oh, that feels so good.” Her soft acceptance of his attention permitted him to go further.

“Good,” he replied. “Just relax and enjoy having someone take care of you. You are in complete control; if you are uncomfortable in any way, just say “stop,” and I will. Don’t be worried. I have no agenda or goal, other than for you to be happy and comfortable. This is totally about you. Is that okay?”

Again, she gave a slight nod.

As he turned to reach for the shampoo, she bent and slipped out of her bottoms, tossing them into the sink to join the bra. Still facing her away from him, he told her to close her eyes as he began washing her hair. The rain-head poured water down over them as he rinsed her thoroughly before taking her shoulders and moving her just outside of the downpour. He reached for the conditioner, palmed a fat glob, and massaged it into her scalp, making sure to extend plenty to her hair ends. While it penetrated, he reclaimed the soap and continued to serve her.

Dropping to one knee, he washed down her butt and legs, then back up the inside to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly, giving him access so he could reach the top. As his thumbs grazed her labia, she gasped and shuddered, although he didn’t take possession of her p***y; not yet. First, he wanted to focus on another erogenous zone, one that was not so obvious. As he washed her legs, he kissed and licked the hollow of her back as she writhed in pleasure. The slow tease was delicious for both as he got her right to the edge, then shifted away. Still kneeling, he reached around her and soaped her belly with both hands, pulling her back into his mouth.

Then, spreading her legs, he took his soapy right hand and reached between her butt cheeks, washing her anus. She groaned and cried out softly as she reflexively clenched. After rinsing her completely, he kissed down her back and gently bit her ass. She jumped and giggled nervously, but she relaxed again as he stood up. He stepped forward and reached around her waist with both arms, bringing his erection between her legs, nestling the length against her p***y. She gasped again quickly, then wiggled back against his pelvis, trapping his c**k between her thighs.

With the bar of soap in his right hand, he started on her stomach, and she tensed up, breathing heavily. The pressure against her stomach pulled her tight against him, with his chin on her right shoulder. Coming up between her breasts, soaping her slowly, he progressed upward, raising her arms. She reached into the waterfall to give him complete access and permission. Both of his hands curved around her breasts, cupping them gently, palms towards her n*****s. As he massaged the soap into her flesh, his fingers teased those erasers she spoke of moments ago, and she moaned slightly with her head to the side.

“Oh my god,” was all she could get out. Her breasts were not large; they fit both her frame and his hands perfectly. He couldn’t help but appreciate how firm they were, with not enough weight to cause any drop at all.