1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 01


    Date: 6/2/2015, Categories: Diary, Anal, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Group Sex, Male / Females, Spanking, Voyeurism, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    required. I had been putting the tune-up off for a couple of weeks and, despite her protests, I insisted that Pamela allow me to do it myself instead of taking her car to the dealership and letting them handle it professionally. I was adamant in handling the job myself, yet I kept putting it off. Sounds like a typical man, huh? Since things were getting to the point where it was now or never, I went to the local automobile parts store early in the morning on this Tuesday and purchased all of the necessary pieces and tools to finish the task. Once arriving home, I buckled down and got to work on Pamela's treasured vehicle. Oh, she would be _most_ happy with me later on. In the maintenance garage just east of the mansion, I was pretty focused and intent on the upgrade job after more than an hour of doing it. Only a few, select things could have possibly broken my concentration at this moment in time. "Aren't you ever gonna finish with that _Elise_?" came a familiar female voice from outside the garage. Of course, that particular voice easily broke my concentration. I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and peered around the raised hood of the car. There she was - Lindsay. Her long blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, only Lindsay's face and head were visible as she mischievously peeked around the side of the building. God, she was beautiful! Her wavy hair was as yellow as fresh dandelion blossoms and when she smiled, which was most of the time, diamonds of light ...
    literally danced and sparkled in her blue eyes. "I should be finished soon," was my reply. "Why, honey?" Lindsay rolled those eyes in response, then flashed me that winning smile of hers. "Oh, I don't know. It's just... I am feeling kind of... fluttery, this morning." "Fluttery?" I inquired, my eyebrows raised. She smiled once again and nodded her head for emphasis. "Yeah, fluttery. Happy. Carefree. Fluttery, you know?" I held back a laugh and answered, "Not really." Lindsay giggled as she stepped out from behind the corner of the building, and into the garage itself. At that exact moment in time, my heart literally skipped a beat and I dropped the heavy, steel wrench on the ground beside me. "Do you like my uniform?" Those sweet-sounding words brought me out of my temporary state of shock. A moment later, once I blinked and re-focused upon her, my jaw hit the ground. Lindsay was dressed up as a cheerleader... The 20-year-old wore a long-sleeved white blouse with a green sweater-vest buttoned down her front over top of it. The sweater-vest was a tight fit, naturally, and showed off Lindsay's taut, nubile curves in an enticing manner. The vest also bore a high school name and emblem; this was a hold-over from Lindsay's days as a varsity cheerleader while attending high school back in the United States. The skirt she wore was green-and-white, with knife-like pleats all around it. The skirt was made of a very light cotton, so it flipped and bounced about easily as Lindsay stepped closer ...
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