Was this some sort of trap? She had read some of my other pieces, with mild interest. But, The Taxman Comes? I ratcheted up the heat for that story. W...s she upset? She wasn’t acting upset. The inquisitive crease in my brow held firm for a hard, contemplative minute as I tried to get a read of where this was headed.My career in erotic fiction was happenstance, or maybe it was destiny. I graduated from UCLA the year prior with a degree in journalism; despite countless parental warnings. ‘It’s a. .put the bag in thelocker to see another girl...no one in particular, come in...nextstop...the toilets...only places that had mirrors in this place...sheknew she had dark hair...Once there she saw in the mirror..."Melissa?"...hearing her own voicefor the first time...Well after a dream like that...a relatively normal Saturday morningswim...well Mike went through the motions...it's what he did but well,his mind was all over the place. Melissa was a random girl right? He'dnever turned into the. I grabbed the nearest thing that I could find – my towel I think it was, and bunched it up under my head so that I wouldn’t get a crink in my neck from holding my head up for too long. I then began to lick up the crack of your ass again, but this time I didn’t stop at your asshole but continued all the way up, between your pouting lips until I got to your clit. I then reversed the process and let my tongue trail back down your crotch, briefly twiddling your clit, and then penetrating your. As she stood in her bra and panties the material nearly see through with perspiration. The soft breeze whisked over her skin making her shiver and she felt a little self conscious again taking another moment to look around apprehensively before reaching behind her back and her fingers worked the clasp back and forth until it broke free and the straps snapped around. She caught the cups of the bra in her hand and pulled them away from her breasts as they bounced freely. Her nipples hardened.