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It was her name tattooed on Summer’s lower body, and she hadn’t been able to think about anything else since she got Mya’s email. Mya had replied to her own email and had said that Summer was indeed going ahead with it, honouring the pledge. In fact, she was seeing him tonight apparently! So she was possibly minutes away from getting a text herself. She was unbelievably nervous, and excited, at the prospect. It could, just could, be the answer to her prayers. She had desires – no, not desires, needs – that she hadn’t yet been able to share successfully with any of her boyfriends. There had been Ross, of course. She had felt confident enough with Ross to confide in him, but he just hadn’t been able to take it seriously – thought it was all just a big laugh, the immature arsehole.

That experience had hurt her quite badly, and she had been reticent to broach it with anyone since. She knew where she wanted to be, what she wanted to do, but she just didn’t know where to start on that journey. Her needs were difficult to explain, and while she was desperate to explore them, she wasn’t entirely sure what was right and what wasn’t quite right. And not having it in her life was leaving such a void in her, an emptiness that she hated. Hours of online research hadn’t got her much further down the line. She could sit the theory exam and pass with honours, but she desperately needed to sit the practical.

But this man of Mya’s. Now he could just be the catalyst she needed, help her open a door to her new life. She had no idea what he was like, other than he sounded the intelligent type. But she would make it a prerequisite of any liaison that he took her needs seriously. There was nothing in the rules that said she couldn’t do that. She would be honouring the pledge, but on her terms. He would have to play along until he saw the tattoo, she would keep it concealed until then. What happened after that didn’t really matter, she would have had her time with him, and would have had her – hopefully – breakthrough experience.

The more she had thought about it, the more she had convinced herself that this was the perfect solution to her predicament. So she had found herself rooting for Mya’s guy to come through with Summer’s tattoo. In fact, she had been checking the time all evening, trying in vain to work out when his hour was likely to be up. Let’s say they met at eight. Drinks, small talk, foreplay. Allow an hour to an hour-and-a-half for all of that. So the earliest he would be likely to see the tattoo would be half nine. So half ten onwards would be the time she might expect a text.

Her hand kept slipping between her legs and giving herself a quick squeeze at the thought of him guessing correctly. If he did, then they could meet, and she would explain her terms and of course, being a man, he would agree to them if it meant sex. Shit, she was going to be sitting here all night, glancing at the clock and squeezing her pussy!

XXX

Oh God, it felt so good, this new toy of hers. Her pussy was throbbing like crazy. She had come like a train with him inside her, and then she’d had two smaller orgasms playing with the vibe. Her horoscope this morning had said ‘grasp opportunities with both hands’ and she had most certainly done that! The poor man had looked a bit shell-shocked at first, what with her semi-naked welcome and mini lap dancing show, but it had all been part of her plan, and it had turned her on so much to act out these fantasies. Playing with the toy by herself over the last few days had been fun, but this was just such an indescribably sexy feeling, lying back with her legs spread wide, and him staring straight at her pussy as she thrust the vibe in and out, rubbing her clit with her other hand.

She had been buzzing since the moment she had spoken to Mya, and it was the anticipation, the planning, the experience of being so totally uninhibited, that was what she was really getting off on, more than his sexual prowess, good as she was sure he was. He had certainly not let her down when it came to fucking the arse off her, and he could work wonders with that tongue of his. She intended to make full use of that, and his lovely cock too, plenty more tonight before she let him doze off, and from Mya’s account, he wasn’t too shabby in the morning either.

She was loving the feel of this vibe inside her, loving watching him watch her playing with herself. But most of all she was loving the thought of what would come next; the little things she had planned, the props she had bought just for tonight. In fact just thinking about them was making her cum again……

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The wine had been going down a lot faster than usual. Mya kept checking her phone, but she didn’t know what she was expecting. Summer wouldn’t text her until the morning to start comparing notes, as they had agreed to do, ditto Summer’s version of the email alert if he guessed correctly. She had sat in front of the TV for the last hour or so, flicking her way aimlessly through the channels, from dating reality show Ulus Escort to celebrity cook-off to comedy classic repeat. She couldn’t stop thinking about Rick making his way around the circle. He had that sort of a mind that could unlock the riddles, that was for sure. He was dogged and tenacious in his own way, never competitive with other people, but he didn’t like to be beaten by a challenge. So yes, he could do it, she had no doubt.

And how did she feel about that? If he kept going? She couldn’t get to the bottom of how she felt about it, was the honest truth. With Summer, well, they were much closer than she was with any of the others, for a start. Some of them she wasn’t even sure if she liked them much as individuals anymore. Fine in a group, but she wouldn’t want to spend an evening one-to-one with a couple of them. So with Summer, it felt like she was sharing him, but with the others, it would feel more like she was losing him. Why did she feel that? Losing him? She had rejected him, had turned him away. But the morning after, in the office, she had just felt like dragging him back home, getting under the duvet with him and spending all day together, laughing and chatting and fucking.

Instead, she had urged him to text Summer back. Partly she’d done that because she knew he was just what Summer needed right now. Partly it was to protect herself. And him. She liked him too much to screw him around by starting a relationship she knew couldn’t last. And it couldn’t, not given the age gap. Or could it? She tipped the last few dregs of the bottle into her glass and knocked it back in one. She decided to go to bed. Otherwise, she was in serious danger of opening a second bottle.

XXX

Ten bottles. Ten green bottles. Like in the nursery rhyme. They looked green, though the lighting was subdued and surely the colouring of tattoo ink was never particularly reliable, but hey, let’s go with green for the time being. How did that rhyme go? “Ten green bottles standing on a wall. If one green bottle should accidentally fall, there’ll be nine green bottles standing on the wall.” Then it just repeated all the way down to no green bottles. But there weren’t nine, or eight or seven, there were ten, and he couldn’t make anything out of those words that led him to a girl’s name. And wouldn’t it be ten green bottles in a row? No that wasn’t it. It was two rows of five.

Goddammit, he wished he didn’t have this bloody compulsion to solve fucking puzzles. Why couldn’t he just sit and watch as that vibe slid in and out of her beautiful pussy like any other red-blooded male would?

As if she could see the conflict in his eyes, and wanted to help him resolve it, she pulled the buzzing toy out and beckoned him forward with a finger. He knelt down, happy to oblige her with his tongue, but she put her finger up to stop him before he had a chance.

“Fridge. Top shelf. You can’t miss it,” she said as she slipped two fingers languidly inside herself. He stood up and walked naked out of the bedroom, back into the hallway. The kitchen was second door on the right. He opened the fridge, a puzzled frown on his face. Top shelf, she had said. There were a few things on there, eggs, butter, a ready meal chicken tikka masala. But she was right; he couldn’t miss it. Sitting pride of place, front and centre, was a can of squirty cream. Dirty girl! He smiled to himself. This was going to be fun.

As he closed the fridge door, he noticed two old-style glass milk bottles clinking together. As he walked back to the bedroom his annoying habit of puzzle-solving kicked in again.

Were the ten bottles meant to be green? They were really small, so maybe it was impossible to tattoo clear ones, and was white even available as a tattoo colour? So could they be milk bottles? Milk…milk….let’s see….Cleopatra famously liked to bathe in asses’ milk. Cleo? What else came in bottles that made sense? Soda, or pop. Poppy? No, neither of those felt right. What about medicine bottles? Or poison? Poison Ivy? These could be the answers, but none of them felt quite right. He’d had this feeling so many times before doing cryptic crosswords. Unless it made absolute, total one hundred percent sense – and sort of clicked with that ‘Eureka’ moment, it invariably wasn’t right.

And here he was, back in the bedroom staring at a beautiful woman with her legs spread, fingering her wet pussy, and him stark bollock naked, holding a cold can of squirty cream. Fuck the riddle!

He knelt next to her on the bed, shook the can and aimed the nozzle at one of her pert brown nipples. He pressed the button quickly, and a squiggly spurt of cream landed on top of it. Summer squealed in shock and delight at the sudden coldness. He bent his head and licked it off slowly, sucking her swollen bud clean. He moved further down her slender body, squirting a small dollop into her cute little belly button, snaking his tongue in after it to lick it all out. He reached her pussy and held the nozzle an inch above her clit, his finger on the Üniversiteli Escort button, and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide open in avid anticipation. He smiled at her and pressed down on the button. She visibly jumped as the cold cream smothered her throbbing, sensitive clit. He held the button down slightly longer than before, and the cream coiled itself up in a loose heap before collapsing down onto her pouting pussy. She squealed again.

He was down with his face between her legs, licking at the sweet cream, pushing its coldness into her soft pink folds as he did so. She was squirming and moaning loudly as his tongue searched and strained to collect all of the cream in his mouth. He had eaten most of it now, but her pussy was sticky and cold. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she must have guessed as he slipped two fingers into her pussy and stretched them apart, opening her up. The nozzle was inside her in seconds and a huge stream of chilled cream shot inside her and billowed up until it frothed out of her. His cock was rock hard by now, and he sat up and then plunged it into her, sending cream flying in all directions as he did so. But most of it remained trapped between them as his cock slid all the way in. He looked down to see white sticky cream splattered and squidged all over their genitals.

He leant forward and surprised her by emptying a whole load of the cold frothy cream into her open mouth and then clamped his mouth on hers, their tongues searching out each other amidst the cream. He sprayed more down between their meshed groins, so every thrust of his cock was now met with a loud squelching noise. Finally, he raised himself up and emptied the remains of the can all over her breasts and tummy, before discarding the can and pressing himself down against her. Now all parts of their bodies that were joined were sticky and squelching noisily. And then he began grinding himself against her, pushing his cock deep inside her sticky wet pussy, whilst licking the cream hungrily from her face and breasts.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy, and he sensed she was on the verge of another climax. He started to fuck her faster, still pushing his cock in nice and deep. He watched as her head dipped backwards slightly, her mouth fell open, and a deep flush spread quickly across her face. He kept thrusting his cock in and out steadily as the orgasm washed over her and gently subsided, then he came to a stop and kissed her face gently all over, his cock still, but deep inside her. He lay there watching her until her eyes flashed open and a huge smile spread across her face.

“Mmmm….. that was incredible….. a bit sticky….. I hadn’t expected you’d use quite as much cream exactly…. but it was perfect…. so, so sexy!”

“We are in danger of sticking to each other in a number of rather inappropriate places!”

“Yes, I’m feeling that!”

They laughed and kissed as they rolled around, disentangling themselves with more squelching noises.

“I for one am going to need a shower now,” she murmured in his ear.

“Yes, I was thinking that too. I took the liberty of not coming inside you for that very reason.”

“Eh?”

“Well, I thought if we showered together you might appreciate having a bar to soap!”

She laughed and slapped him on the backside in return for such a bad joke, and sprung up off the bed and headed for the ensuite bathroom.

“I’ll get the water running, I expect to see you in the shower in a few minutes,” she said with a wink over her shoulder.

Other things commonly found in green bottles. Wine and beer. Winnie? Nope. Beatrice? At a push, maybe, if he could equate ‘ten’ with ‘trice’, which he couldn’t, so nope not that either. But it had to be something along those lines.

“Hey it’s getting hot in here…. you wouldn’t want to miss it… trust me!” He climbed off the bed and peered into the bathroom, where Summer was covering her body with plenty of soapy suds. For the umpteenth time this evening his cock started to stiffen and grow. He smiled and stepped into the shower.

XXX

“I don’t know what to say, love, I really don’t. I thought Paul was one of the good ones,” her sister was sitting with her at a table near the bar in their local.

“Yeah, me too. But whaddya know? First chance he gets at a piece of easy pussy, the first little slut from the office who puts it on a plate for him, and he’s in there like a rat up a drainpipe.” She was knocking the booze back a lot quicker than she should, and she would suffer in the morning, she knew that, but right now she really didn’t give a fuck.

“What are you going to do? Nothing hasty I hope. You two are good together. I’m sure you can work things out. I know he’s been a real dick, but he really loves you, I honestly believe that. And you love him.”

“I know you’re right, and I don’t want to lose him, but I don’t think I can just forgive and forget.”

“Okay. I get that. But what are you thinking of doing?”

“I Yenimahalle Escort know it sounds pathetic, but I really need to get my own back somehow. For my own self-respect.”

“What, like just go and screw some random guy? You’re kidding me!”

“If I don’t do it, what’s he’s done will just eat away at me. This way I’ll have a chance to move on.”

“I’m really not sure about this, love. But you sound like your mind is made up. So who on earth would you do it with? If Paul finds out it’ll just make things ten times worse.”

“Dunno. I was thinking of one of those sites for married people wanting an affair.”

“But you don’t want an affair.”

“C’mon, get real. Most of the men on there are just after a quick fuck, a one night stand.”

“Yeah, but still, they’re a bit risky, aren’t they? Don’t you remember Helen, who ended up meeting some guy, turned out he only lived a couple of streets away, she was terrified for weeks that he’d turn up at their house.”

“Shit, yeah, of course, I totally forgot about that,” she paused and took another large sip of red wine, “there is another option.”

“Go on.”

“It’s strange how life works out sometimes. You know that tattoo thing I had done at college?”

“That daft pledge thing between the seven of you? I thought nothing ever came of that. The riddles were all too tough….. or your pussies all too inviting!!!” They both laughed loud enough to make several people on nearby tables turn to look at them.

“Yeah well, some guy has cracked it. Mya, she’s…what…. three ahead of me in the ring.”

“And?”

“And…if he manages to guess a couple more times, it’d be my go.”

“That’s a bit of a long shot isn’t it?”

“Well, I figure, he’s going to see Summer sometime soon….”

“…she’s going ahead with it? Really? I don’t believe it!”

“Yeah well, anyway, if he guesses hers right then he’s got a good chance of guessing more, hasn’t he? Stands to reason.”

“So you’d screw him. Some guy you’ve never met before?”

“Why not? He’d be perfect. Think about it. We’d meet at a hotel, and he’d have no idea who I am, so there’d be zero chance of it ever getting back to Paul.”

“And what if he doesn’t guess right?”

“Then it’s one of those dodgy dating sites!!!”

“Hmmm… great Plan B… not!!!”

“Y’know, it’s a funny old world. The other day I got Mya’s email. And I thought, yeah right, if I was in Summer’s position, I’d say ‘tough luck mate, I had this stupid tattoo done almost seven years ago, I’m not shagging you now because of it, not now I’m in a serious relationship’. Then, what, less than two days later I find that fucking little slut’s panties in the back of the car.”

“Well in that case, here’s to whatever-his-name-is….. best of luck with the riddle solving, if it’s going to help you and Paul move on.”

“Yep, here’s to what’s-his-chops!”

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“Right, well we’re all clean and fresh, so I have another little surprise for you,” she said as they lay on the bed after lathering each other thoroughly in the shower.

“You are full of surprises, as far as I can tell.” He was enjoying this evening way more than he had expected to.

“Oh crap!… I almost forgot. You only have a couple of minutes left. For the riddle, I mean. Don’t worry, I’m planning on having my wicked way with you all night, if that’s okay by you” she said as she ran a fingernail down his chest and over his stomach. Then she clambered gracefully over him, before heading back towards the bathroom.

“Ok. Well, I’ve got a guess that I’m happy with. Right or wrong, I can’t see me coming up with anything else in the next few minutes. So there’s no panic. I have to say; you girls are pretty fastidious about the whole one hour to guess thing.”

“Well, that’s what we agreed between us, the promise we all made to each other.” Her voice was coming from behind the thin bathroom door.

“But still, after all these years…..”

“Yeah but, think about it. A man solving this little tattoo’s riddle has such an impact on my friend. We’re all in the same position. Guardian of one and in the hands of another. It’s all about trust. We all agreed to the same thing. One hour, one guess, no clues. If the guess is correct, you let your friend know. What she does then is up to her. But if we don’t do what we agreed with our tattoos then it’s just not fair on the others.”

“Ok…. yes….. I guess that makes sense.”

“So, you literally have, like, one minute.” She sounded keen to hear his answer.

“Well here goes. I decided it had to be about something that comes in bottles. I wracked my brains but couldn’t make sense of it. Wine, milk, soda, poison, water, beer, none of them made sense.”

“Uh-huh….. go on.”

“Then I hit upon something that did, it was beer, but a specific kind of beer. It was ale. Because, when you add the Roman numeral for ten – the number ten just had to be part of it, of course – you get Ale-x. So, I think your friend’s name is Alex.

The bathroom door swung open. His jaw dropped at the sight of her in the red fishnet bodystocking. She had been right; he could see the tattoo quite clearly through the large mesh. But it was the sight of her smooth pussy framed in the crisscrossing strands that he was staring at.

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