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Luke's HAARP Time Warp: Part 13 Marion has to fight off foreign invaders. Based on a post by somethin fishy, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Chapter 60. The next month went much of the same way. Luke stayed in York and sent subordinates out to deal with rebellious nobles. Marion would get fucked in the ass once a week or so. She got her revenge on Gabriel near the end of July when Luke first fucked her ass. That had been one hell of a night. Gabriel had been screaming so loud that Marion had to get ear muffs so that her ears weren't ringing. Luke had his cock sliding in and out of Gabriel's ass while he had two fingers pounding her pussy. Since Marion and Luke had been doing anal about once a week for a couple of weeks, Luke was building even more stamina so he wasn't wiped out after Gabriel's ass like he had been from Marion's so he was pretty chipper the next morning while Marion was bouncing off the walls. Gabriel however was so sore that she couldn't even get out of bed. Every muscle seemed like it weighed a thousand pounds. Marion fixed this when she grabbed the blanket that Gabriel had been wrapped in and pulled her out of bed and onto the floor. Luke had pushed the curtains open and the sunlight hit Gabriel square in the face. This made her groan and she groaned more still when Marion said that they would be riding out to watch army maneuvers today. Luke knew that this was a lie but he was enjoying Marion's revenge too much to correct her. They were actually planned for tomorrow but Luke knew that Gabriel didn't know that. The troops didn't even know it yet for this would be a drill for a surprise invasion. Marion wanted to make sure that the army could respond quickly and Luke knew why. The historical Norse invasion was coming up and Marion wanted to make sure that they didn't get into York. Since it was still early in the day, the water hadn't warmed up yet so it was still a bit chilly when Marion dumped a sore Gabriel into the tub and started scrubbing her down. As Marion was scrubbing her down, she slipped a finger into Gabriel's pussy and Gabriel's body reacted automatically to Marion's finger and her hips started to thrust into Marion's hand. Marion then used the thumb on the same hand to rub Gabriel's clit and Gabriel started to moan softly for Gabriel was really enjoying Marion's touch. What she failed to realize was that Marion had slid her other hand down behind her. As Gabriel was really getting into it, Marion slipped a couple of fingers up Gabriel's ass. Gabriel's eyes about popped out of her head when she felt where Marion's hands were at. Gabriel tried to protest but the words died in her throat when Marion leaned in and kissed her. Their tongues started wrestling and Gabriel was going higher and higher as her hips thrust back and fought as her fucked herself on Marion's fingers. As Marion was sending Gabriel into the stratosphere, Luke was leaning against the door frame, enjoying the show and slowing stroking his cock. Soon he was stroking in time with Gabriel's thrust and soon both of them were getting close. Marion had heard Luke then looked back at him and winked. She controlled Gabriel's thrusting and began to tease her. She did this partly to give Gabriel a more explosive orgasm and partly to do the same for Luke. After almost ten minutes, Gabriel was having problems keeping her head above water and Marion's fingers were starting to hurt so she gave Gabriel a few good flicks and sent her hurtling over the edge. This made Luke go as well and he shot loads of cum all over the floor while Gabriel screamed at the top of her lungs. The only reason that she didn't drown was that Marion was holding her up at this time. Luke slowly slide down the door frame until he was sitting on the floor. Eventually Gabriel was able to open her eyes and slowly lifted herself out of the tub with Marion's help, of course. Luke had recovered by this time and had washed his cock up so that he could get dressed for the day. Gabriel was pissed when Luke told her that the maneuvers were not happening that day and spent the rest of the day pretending to be mad at Marion but they both knew better. Toward the end of August, Marion got the intelligence report that she had been expecting. King Hardrada of Norway was on the move with Harold Godwinson's brother Tostig. Marion was determined that this would not be a repeat of the invasion in Luke's world were York's forces were defeated and they narrowly avoided capture. She sent her very small fleet to sea. Not to fight but to observe and report back. Luke didn't want to spend much money on the navy at this point being that they still had more than enough enemies on land to deal with. Marion's scouts watched the Norwegians every step of the way; and so far, they were playing right to the historical account. When the Norwegian army landed at Riccall, Marion was sent for a loop by a new intelligence report. The Norwegian army had got a hold of firearms and while they were not nearly as advanced as Marion's, this gave her pause. When Luke read the report, he said that it sounded like they had flintlock muskets. He explained that without examining them he didn't know if they were smoothbore or rifled. If they were rifled then they would have a real battle on their hands while if they were smoothbore then as long as they kept the enemy at arm's length then they should be okay. Marion's big advantage was that her forces knew how to use their weapons while Luke doubted that the enemy did, but you never know. It was 19 September 1066, the day before the battle. Everything was ready and Marion's commanders knew the full composition of the enemy forces and they had very good maps of the terrain between the armies. They knew what they were going to be fighting for and they could see the enemy fires at Riccall. That evening Marion went to find Luke to make sure that they hadn't overlooked anything. It took a while to find him. It wasn't that he was hiding, it was just that he hadn't done this in almost a year. She finally found him sitting on a log, watching the evening sun set. She knew what this meant, he was thinking of his former family and time. “Luke” she said softly. He answered without looking at her. “Are we doing right Marion? Would it be better to let England develop along its historical lines or should we stop that right here and send the world on a new path?” When he turned to look at her, she was shocked for Luke was obviously extremely worried. “That question wasn't rhetorical Marion, are we making a serious fuck up?” “Well, you read the reports. History has already shifted for the Norwegians had firearms that in your history didn't show up until the 1700's. Do you think Harold's army could beat the Norwegians this time around since he has no firearms? “No, Harold's army wouldn't stand a chance.” “Then do you think it would be worth it to subject this country's people to the horrors of foreign occupation? After you have seen first-hand the results of that.” “Thank you, Marion. That actually helps quite a lot.” “That's not all you were thinking was it?” “No, it wasn't. Why am I even here? I mean at every time in my life when things are really going my way something happens and everything that I held dear was ripped away from me. The last thing I want to do is to lose you too Marion. You, Gabriel, Pollyanna, Matt, Alice, Mackenzie; I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to any of you. What if I am sent back to where I came from by whatever brought me here in the first place? Will people continue with what we have been working for or will they fall back into the way things were before?” Luke continued; “How about after all this; will the people remember my warnings and avoid the biggest pitfalls in the next millennium or will the people forget like they have always done and repeat the same mistakes from my history? Slavery, wars, famine, man-made climate change; will humans learn enough and remember enough from me to avoid all that shit or will they make all those things worse?” “I honestly don't know darling. I do that you have changed my life in ways that I never thought possible and if I died tomorrow and had a chance to either go back to when we first met or go directly to heaven, I would go back to when we first met for the last year and a half has been simply amazing. If somehow you get transported back to your time or you get yourself killed then I promise that I will do everything in my power to make sure that your lessons will be remembered and learnt from so the humanity can hopefully avoid the pitfalls from your history.” “Thank you. Thank you” cried Luke as Marion wrapped her slender arms around him and held him tight. She held him until he had cried himself out. By now the stars were out so Luke laid back in the grass and Marion snuggled up in his arm and looked up at the night sky with Luke. They stayed like this until they heard Gabriel calling out for Marion. She sounded panicked and she was. Marion had disappeared without a trace and nobody had seen her in well over an hour. Chapter 61. Marion has to suffer another personal loss. It was late June in the court of King Hardrada of Norway when a strange man approached him. The man wore just thread bare clothing for he had been traveling for many weeks and his beard was long. The man claimed to have a weapon so powerful that even a mire child who knew how to use it could easily defeat the most powerful and skilled of warriors. When the king heard this; he and his entire retinue fell over laughing but the mystery man was not dismayed. The man stood quietly until the king could recover. “I have a few of these weapons with me your majesty and I will be very happy to demonstrate their power to you.” “Very well, if you insist; but you must do this outside because I don't want my floors soaked with your blood!” The retinue started laughing again but the mystery man just smiled. Everyone went outside and the King's best warrior stepped forward in full armor and with his fearsome battle axe shining in the late morning sun. The mystery man just stood there and waited. Finally having enough of this the warrior charged and the mystery man pulled some smallish thing out from under his coat. He raised it up and smoke and flame came out of the end of it. The warrior's head jerked back and he fell, blood and brains coming out of a large hole in the back of his head. Everyone was stunned for this man had just defeated one of the best warriors in the kingdom without even breaking a sweat. “How is this possible?” demanding the King. “Witchcraft?” “No, your majesty. I have made a new type of weapon that uses a special powder to propel a projectile forward with enough speed to punch right through the thickest armor that a man can wear and still move. Furthermore, I can teach your people how to make this powder and the weapon that uses it. All I ask for in return is protection from a very dangerous man who told me that if he finds out that I am telling anyone these secrets that he will hunt me down and tear me apart with his bare hands. I believe him for he makes even you look small and weak your majesty; for I have seen him send one of his fists through the side of a barrel. His name is Luke and he is the husband of Marion of York as well as the commander of her army.” “Very well. But should you fail; I will rip you apart with my bare hands.” “Yes, your majesty” the man said as he bowed. After the man was escorted out, the King turned to Tostig. “Well, he comes to us from your area of England. What do you know about this Marion and her husband?” “I have met Marion on a number of occasions and her beauty would put Aphrodite to shame milord. She is also timid and weak although the way that man talks that might have changed since I last met her. I have never met her husband but last year it was rumored that she and her sister were saved from an ambush by a passing stranger. This is probably the same man as her husband.” “Very well. We shall see what kind of weapons our new friend can make for us. After all this deal is costing me almost nothing.” Three weeks later, the mystery man, who had been identified as an alchemist, presented the King with thirty weapons and the men to use them. These weapons were a bit slow to load but they didn't require too much skill to use which made the soldiers much cheaper to train. These were muzzle loading weapons that used a flint striking steel to set off the powder. Starting with the bullet shapes that Luke used, the alchemist designed a round that was conical and could be easily loaded but would still grip the rifling. He quickly proved that these men could hit their targets at almost three hundred paces away. They would be vulnerable to cavalry but with bayonets for the rifles, that problem was lessened some. The King was deeply impressed and asked how many weapons like these the man could produce in a couple of months. The man told him that he could probably make a couple of hundred but also that training to use these new weapons was very important because if they were not used properly, they were very dangerous for the user. By now the King had got reports that Marion was now in complete control of York and the surrounding area and nobles that opposed her were deposed of very quickly. She had accomplished this by using the same kind of weapons that this man was making. Tostig was impressed by how much stronger Marion seemed in these reports from when he had known her. Her husband on the other hand was made out to be much bigger than Goliath and stronger than a horse. Some of the reports even mentioned that Marion was in a relationship with the head of her personal guard and to Tostig's complete surprise the guard in question was another woman named Gabriel. In fact, it seemed like almost a full quarter of Marion's army was made up of women. This was always good for a laugh at parties and soon Marion's army was the butt of every joke. What wasn't a joke however was that it had soundly defeated every single army that came up against it and usually in less time than it took to eat a proper dinner. Finally, it was time to sail for England. The King traveled first to Scotland where he got extra troops from his ally, Malcom the third of Scotland. Then he met up with Tostig's forces, who had been raiding coastal England, before they made their landing at Riccall. All together the King had about nine thousand battle hardened soldiers. They set up base and they were amazed at how much more advanced and wealthier the area was. The roads were straight and very well made. The village had running hot and cold water and a sewer system to carry away the waste. The houses were made of identical bricks that were as hard as stone and they had tile roofs. The advancements continued inside because most of the houses in this area had toilets and solar hot water heaters already installed. Everyone in the army was simply amazed at how advanced these “primitive English” were. The king was really glad then that he had ordered the alchemist to come along even though he protested furiously. Before the whole army had even disembarked the King got reports that enemy cavalry had been seen in the area. Apparently, they were scouts for they took off before they had gotten too close. The King ordered his riflemen to be ready and to see if they could shoot the next one, they saw. Within half an hour, the king heard gunshots and when he went to investigate, he found that one of the enemy scouts had been killed. The man's gear was very strange for the man was dressed in green, brown, and black shirt and pants. In addition, he wore a strange helmet. When the helmet was taken off the man's long braided hair came out. Wait, this was a female soldier of about nineteen or so and she was very fit. She carried a strange gun which the king ordered taken back to one of the ships so that it could be sent back to Norway. The knife and sword she carried seemed to be made of a very strange steel so they were put on the ships as well. If they kept getting more loot like this, then they were going to need more ships for their return to Norway. They continued to see enemy scouts but none of them stayed put long enough to give the riflemen a shot. Finally, after a very long day the army bedded down for tomorrow, they would march on York. Chapter 62. Gabriel had been frantic to find Marion and Luke. One of the scouts had not returned and the reports said that she had been killed. Apparently, she had been taken by surprise and shot at around two hundred meters. “Well, that settles it. They have to have rifles; for smoothbore muskets wouldn't have traveled that far.” Luke stated. He then turned to Marion. “I think that I'm going to be needing Gabriel tomorrow with my rifle. Also, you should get the fuck out of York in case we lose.” “Luke you might be my husband but I am your commander and I will be with my army tomorrow. I will loan you Gabriel though. Taking out the commanders would make it so much easier for everyone.” Gabriel had been gifted with Luke's old rifle and spotting scope once he had started making smokeless powder. He could only make it in small quantities and it was a pain to make but he was able to make enough rounds to train Gabriel in how to be a sniper and he had even trained one of the other body guards to be the spotter. Gabriel nodded and took off to find her spotter so that they could get back to York and get their gear ready before the battle. Gabriel was good enough with Luke's old rifle to shoot someone's eye out at fifteen hundred meters. With her using smokeless powder, nobody would see where she was at either. Marion, Gabriel, and Luke finally retired for the evening after they had checked on the army. The morale was high, the troops confidence in their commander, gear, and themselves. They knew what they were fighting for and were determined to win, no matter the cost. That evening none of the three were really in the mood for any loving. Marion was sad for she had known the scout who had been killed and she had been one of Marion's friends. Gabriel was worried about Marion and Luke was worried about the coming battle and the future. This would be the first time that Marion's army had faced a truly professional army and one that had weapons that were much closer to his own. All they did that night was Gabriel cradled Marion while both were cradled by Luke. It took them awhile to fall asleep that night and the next morning came way too early. Luke made sure that Gabriel and her spotter had ate a large breakfast that morning for he didn't know when they would be able to eat again. While they were eating, Luke discussed tactics with them. This would by Gabriel's first time being a sniper and Luke wouldn't be there to look over her shoulder. He had made sure that both of them were trained well but the real battlefield is very different from training. After the two were done eating, Luke helped them with their gear. He had made both of them ghillie suits based on his old one and had helped them pick out what foliage to use for additional camouflage. The sun was just lighting up the eastern sky when the two of them headed into the marsh that was east of the likely battlefield. The spot that Luke had picked to do battle was near the original battlefield where the Norwegians had beat the first group of English soldiers. He had his right flank anchored the river Ouse and his left anchored on the same marshland that Gabriel and her spotter were using. He made sure that all of his soldiers had a good breakfast and cooked food for Marion and himself. He always did their cooking in the field because Marion was terrible at cooking while Luke liked to cook. He had woken the dragoons up first for he had a plan. He would send the dragoons in first to raid the enemy camp, just to stir them up so that they would do what Luke wanted them to do. Normally this was something that he wouldn't have done but they had got a message the day before about a Scottish army that had invaded the Lake District to retake it. Luke had to finish this battle up fast so that he could send part of the army up to deal with the Scots. An additional consideration was that the enemy didn't really have any cavalry at their disposal. As soon as the infantry were finishing their breakfast, gunfire broke out in the distance, marking the start of the battle. Luke started working at getting the army into formation and into their positions. They would be positioned along a road with a slight hill in front of it. This way, his troops would have some protection against the enemy riflemen. Luke urged his horse up to the top of the hill so that he could watch the battle down at the enemy camp. From what he could see, his dragoons had caught the enemy with their pants down and were going through them like a buzz saw. Luke began to worry though for if they couldn't disengage with the enemy before they could from up then they would be at a disadvantage; and he could see that some of the enemy units were getting themselves into formation. Luke turned to his bugler: “Send the signal for the dragoons to retreat on the double!” “What's wrong Luke?” Marion asked. “Those god-damned fucking idiots are letting themselves get tangled up with the enemy, just like they were ordered not to!” Luke continued to watch as his dragoons broke contact, but some of them had been too tangled up to retreat. The ones that couldn't retreat were cut down within minutes. Luke watched as his troops routed and he came really close to blowing a gasket. He had to stop this and he knew just how to do it: “Flagbearer; With Me Now!” he shouted and spurred his horse into a hard run. He and the flagbearer raced toward the routing dragoons. Even at this distance, Luke could see the fear on the soldier's faces. As Luke came closer, the soldiers began to slow down. Luke stopped his horse suddenly, causing it to rear up. As his horse reared up, he took off his helmet and waved it vigorously at the onrushing troopers.  Slowly the rout stopped as the soldiers were able to calm down and take heart at Luke's commanding presence. By the time the first of them passed Luke, they had slowed down to a trot. Luke turned his horse and slowly trotted back to his own lines. He had some misgivings about this commander before the battle and now his misgivings had proven true. He was pissed with himself for not listening to them and it had cost him a number of dragoons. On his way back to his lines, he placed the commander that had got the dragoons tangled up with the enemy, against Luke's strict orders not to, under arrest. Since the second-in-command had been killed in the raid, Luke turned to one of the squadron commanders. She was a young woman of about twenty-five or so with a husband and three kids. Luke knew that while she was extremely daring, she wouldn't take stupid risk like the other idiot had. Her mouth almost fell off when Luke told her of her promotion and he ordered her to get her troops back into formation and to wait of orders. Luke was almost back to his lines when he heard a sharp crack. He of course knew what that sound was. Gabriel was starting to pick off the enemy. He just hoped that she wouldn't shoot too fast. He got back to the small ridge and turned to look back over the battlefield. The enemy had been stirred up for they were advancing in force. He was pleased to hear that Gabriel was keeping her shooting slow so that the enemy would have a much harder time figuring out where she was at. Chapter 63. The night after the scout had been killed the King and Tostig talked strategy. The King was getting very interested in this land and he was starting to lean toward adding all of Marion's land to his kingdom. The thing that impressed him most was that the house that he was staying in wasn't much more than an average house in the area but yet it had running hot and cold water, clear glass in the windows, and had a number of books most of which made no sense to either the King or Tostig. Their alchemist friend was able to read the books and he explained what each book was about. There seemed to be books on everything from medicine to books for children and the King was extremely impressed by the amount of knowledge in this one house even if he thought that most of it was just ridiculous. After the King had enjoyed a hot bath, he went to bed. Normally he would have taken a whore to bed with him, but every civilian was gone from the area before he had arrived. Not fucking a bitch before bed left him feeling something akin to indigestion but he figured that after his victorious army beat the shit out of Marion's army, he would take her for his own personal whore. The next morning, the sun was just starting to light up the eastern sky the King was awaken by large amounts of gunfire outside. He bolted to the window and what he saw terrified him. The enemy cavalry had surprised his own forces and were slaughtering them. He tore out of the house that he was staying in without even putting his armor on and started to organize his own forces. Fortunately, his troops were all battle hardened and they hadn't routed for if they had, they would have been slaughtered. As it was, with the King rallying his forces, the enemy cavalry was forced to retreat and their retreat quickly became a rout. Some of the cavalry had been cut off by his men and they were cut down. They had only managed to catch only fifty or so of the enemy cavalry and when they realized what was going on and they wouldn't be able to retreat; they fought to the death trying to take as many invaders with them as possible. The King was deeply impressed with their skill and courage. He was equally disturbed though to find that ten of the fifty dead were woman and that they had fought just as fiercely as the men. Watching the enemy retreat, the King saw two riders came out from the enemy lines. One of them was flying a flag that was white with a red crossed bar through it. The alchemist had told him that this was the flag that Marion had adopted and that she called it the flag of St. George. Whoever these men were, the enemy rout almost halted in its tracks and they were quickly reorganizing. The king started working furiously to get his troops in formation. At first, he was planning on leaving some of his soldiers back to guard the boats, but the cavalry raid had killed a large number of his men and he would now need every man he could get. Hardrada positioned himself on his left flank, the one closest to the river, and Tostig on the right, closest to the marsh. It didn't take long to get everyone in formation and they started advancing toward York. Once the troops cleared the village and got out into the open countryside, Hardrada heard a distant crack and he could see that somehow Tostig had been killed. The crack kind of sounded like a gunshot, but nobody could see any smoke and even his alchemist didn't know what had happened. The king ordered his soldiers to double time it so that they could engage with the enemy forces before more of his men were killed. Every minute or so Hardrada would hear that crack again and he watched as another one of his other commanders would be killed. By now though, they were only about four hundred paces away from the enemy lines. Looking ahead, he saw large pillows of smoke erupt from the enemy position and then he heard a strange whistling sound. He listened as the whistle got closer and watched as a large amount of earth was thrown up in front of them. Before he had time to think, the smoke erupted again from the enemy lines. This time those things hit his men and he watched as a number of his men just disappeared. Hardrada lost all the color in his face. If he stayed out here too much longer, his men would be slaughtered, but he was so close so he quickened the march some more and this time the enemy overshot. By now they were only about two hundred paces from the enemy lines, so the king ordered his musketeers to shoot at anything that moved ahead of them. Almost as soon as his men got into position, the enemy infantry made itself known. There were thousands of them and they were all dressed identically. Hardrada then realized that he had walked into a trap and the cavalry raid did just what the enemy commander wanted it to do. It had tricked Hardrada into launching his attack early. He watched as the front rank of soldiers raised their guns. Suddenly they all disappeared behind a wall of smoke. What happened to his men though was much worse for almost all his own riflemen had been mowed down and a large number of his regular troops had been killed. Within seconds, another smoke cloud erupted and more of his men were mowed down. If things kept on at this pace, they might not even make it to the enemy lines but what surprised him the most was that the front line of enemy troops fired again. This was much faster than his own could fire. Then he felt something hot hit him in the leg and he went down. Luke had been watching the enemy lines getting thinned out very quickly by his troops. It was now time to finish this battle up. He turned to his remaining cavalry and ordered them to charge. Luke was pleased to see that his new cavalry commander was doing very well despite being in command for only about twenty minutes. Her cavalry quickly overwhelmed the remaining enemy forces and rode all the way to Riccall and managed to capture all the enemy ships before any of them could get away. Now, all that had to be done was to mop up any of the opposing troops that had escaped the trap. The dragoons swept the village, going from room to room. Anyone they found that didn't surrender immediately was cut down. After the village was cleared, the prisoners were rounded up and marched back toward York. There was work to do and Luke's troops were looking forward to watching these arrogant foreigners digging mass graves for all their dead and individual graves for all of Marion's dead soldiers. As soon as Luke's cavalry had swept the town and signaled that the coast was clear, Luke ordered the medical corps to get to work on saving as many of the wounded as possible. After they had started out, Luke ordered the artillery to get ready to march for they had to get up north as fast as possible. He would only be sending part of them, for he had reports that King Godwinson was approaching fast and Luke didn't know how he was going to react to Marion and he wasn't going to take any chances. Luke then rode over to the marsh and called out for Gabriel. He watched and listened. He had to call for her twice more before he saw the glint of glass. He smiled as he rode over and Gabriel stood up. “You need to be more careful about the sunlight and that scope darling. I saw it glint in the sun and that is what gave you away.” “Okay Luke. I will be more careful from now on.” “Oh, one more thing, you two were never in this marsh and if anyone ask neither of you know anything about shots coming from the marsh.” “But…” That was as far as Gabriel got before the look on Luke's face told her shut up and not argue. She quickly figured out that Luke wanted to keep her abilities hidden for as long as possible. She and her spotter started to make their way back through the marsh, making sure to leave as little evidence as possible. Chapter 64. As the prisoners were forced to dig the mass graves, the wounded were cleared off the field and since they were so close to York, they were taken right to the new hospital. Alice was very proud of this hospital as well she should be. It was four stories tall and had the world's first elevators in it. These were used to move patients, equipment, and supplies between the floors. All the windows were covered in two pane glass windows and the building even had central heating and a primitive but effective cooling system. Hardrada had been one of those that had been picked up on the battlefield and now he looked around in amazement at all the sights and sounds. At the hospital he started protesting about having to wait; after all he was a king. Alice was the doctor on triage duty so she was the one who had to calm him down. “What is all that complaining about?” “I'm the King of Norway” Hardrada hissed “Why am I still waiting to have this bullet taken out of my leg?” Alice leaned over and checked his tag. “Let me explain something to you. I don't give a fucking rat's ass if you're the King of Norway or the god damned fucking pope. When you come in here, the severity of the wound determines the order in which you are worked on and your wounds are not that serious. This is My hospital, and I make the rules here.” With that Alice continued on her rounds. Hardrada laid there stunned. Nobody had ever talked back to him, ever. Finally, it was his turn to get worked on. He watched as he was taken into a very clean room that was very well lit. Alice was again the one to work on him. She started by putting some liquid over his wound that numbed it and he was amazed at how good it felt. She then used a probe to find the bullet. The king had been lucky in that the bullet had missed the bone. In twenty minutes, Alice was done and one of her nurses finished by putting a dressing on the wound. Hardrada was then taken to a recovery ward, where he was able to look around at all the other wounded men. Almost all of them were his too. Before long he got tired and fell asleep. Back in the field, Luke was overseeing the 1st division, 1st brigade along with one battalion of dragoons in their preparation for them heading to the lake district. The structure of the army was fairly simple. A division had twelve thousand soldiers in it. It had four brigades with three thousand soldiers each. One of the brigades was cavalry and the division commander would assign cavalry where ever they were needed at the moment. The other three were primarily infantry. Each brigade had three battalions with a thousand soldiers each. This was then broken down into three regiments of three hundred and a one hundred strong artillery unit with ten large guns. Each regiment had three, one hundred strong companies. Each company was broken into three platoons of thirty and a heavy weapons unit. This is where the motors were at and when Luke had managed to get machine guns available, would be here as well. The cavalry had their own artillery in quick firing 75mm guns that were light enough to keep up with the cavalry. So far Luke had one whole division at his disposal and one brigade of what would eventually become the second division. As Luke was finishing up with helping in the preparations, he got a message that put a temporary halt to everything, King Godwinson would be at York by tomorrow morning and he had almost thirteen thousand troops with him. Luke was hoping to avoid a battle with him but it was far better to be safe than sorry, plus it was only a single day delay and with the railroad, Luke's soldiers could move much quickly than any other army. He soon got another message but this time from Alice saying that she had the King of Norway in her hospital. ‘Well fuck, this is going to get interesting.' Thought Luke. He was sure that Godwinson would demand that Hardrada be turned over to him but he was currently under the care of Alice and Luke would do almost anything to support her. Marion would too for that matter. As he watched a cavalry detachment go by, he remembered the commander that he had placed under arrest. By now the former commander had figured out that she was in deep shit. She had disobeyed Luke's direct order because she had hoped to win the battle for herself and the glory with it. Now she sat in a dark, cramped cell awaiting her fate. She knew that while Luke was usually easy going as a commander, when he gave direct orders, he expected them to be followed and if you didn't then you had better have a damn good excuse. She didn't have that and everyone knew it. She had got into trouble because she had been too reckless again and now her only hope was that Luke would have her executed quickly. She heard the door being unlocked and the guards came in to get her. She went with them, with her head held high for she had accepted her fate and was determined not to show any cowardice. As she expected, she was led into the military courtroom where she saw Luke in the witness area. What really scared her was that Marion herself was the judge and her reputation for being harsh was far worse than Luke's. Marion read the charges against her and asked for her to explain her actions. The commander figured that she was fucked anyway so she told the brutal truth. She had been glory-hunting and kept advancing when she had seen the enemy forming up because she wanted to win by herself. After the commander finished, Luke was called up to the stand to give his side of things. He explained his orders not to get tangled up and produced several other commanders who had heard the order for he had issued the order in the pre-battle briefing. Other witnesses told of how the commander kept pushing on despite her orders. After all the statements, the jury went into a small room off to the side. They came back five minutes later with the verdict. The commander was found guilty of disobeying direct orders and endangering her comrades. For these crimes, the death sentence was recommended. Marion agreed and the commander was sentenced to be executed by firing squad. The firing squad was to be drawn from the same soldiers who she had formally led. Marion's biggest problem here was there were too many volunteers for the firing squad. Marion only needed six but instead every trooper that had been in the former commander's unit eagerly volunteered and fifteen percent of that unit was women. So instead, Marion decided to hold a lottery. The six soldiers had been selected and they and the former commander were led to the execution area. She was blindfolded and stood against a wall. When the squad fired, not one missed their mark for they were all angry with their former commander for she had risked all their lives too many times. Worse it wasn't to save others which would have been celebrated; it had been for her own personal glory. After all the paperwork was done, her body was taken and buried in one of the mass graves. She would get no tombstone or last rites. Luke was deep in paperwork when he heard a knock on his office door. “Enter” then seeing who it was. “Hey Alice. What's up doc?” “Ha, ha very funny. I came here to tell you that King Hardrada is now awake and I already sent word to Marion.” “Okay. I'm on my way” Luke said as he lifted himself out of his chair while thinking ‘I'm really getting too old for this shit.' When Luke got to the hospital, Marion was already there and talking with the king so Luke walked up beside her. Marion saw who it was and turned her attention back to the king “Your majesty, may I introduce my husband and commanding general, Luke. Luke, meet King Hardrada of Norway.” Luke hated nobility and Marion knew this so this could get interesting. Luke nodded toward the king and as Marion figured, Luke was being purposely insulting of the king. ‘Oh well' she thought. Hardrada of course had been offended and was trying to challenge Luke to a dual. Marion of course put an end to this for she knew that Luke would crush the king and Marion could get a lot of money for the king if he was kept alive. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at the king while she told Luke to go away until he could stop acting like a child. “I am terribly sorry about that your majesty but my husband hates nobility even though I am nobility as well.” This was to show just how powerful she was to the king. Marion had known a head of time just how Luke would act because that was how he always acted with nobility. Of course, Marion had hoped that Luke would be polite but he actually didn't know the proper procedures for dealing with royalty and more to the point didn't care so Marion used this to her advantage. After Marion had managed to get the king calmed down, they actually had a nice talk and Marion found out about how he had got the guns and she learned that the alchemist had been killed during the battle. By the time that Marion and Hardrada were done talking, Luke had left and it was dinner time. Marion then had an idea. She asked Hardrada if he would like to come to dinner with her, not as a king but as a guest. This, she explained would keep her husband down and would actually help the conversation. Since Hardrada was hungry and didn't have much else to do, he agreed. Marion got permission from Alice to take Hardrada out of the hospital, as long as she brought him back after dinner for, he was still her patient. Marion ordered a stretcher for the king and took him back to the castle. When they got to the castle Marion excused herself so that she could get changed while the king was taken to her dining room. For the entire trip, the king was deeply impressed with just how advanced Marion's lands were compared to his. They had hot and cold running water, working sewers, clear window glass, lamps that produced an amazing amount of light form just a little flame and the flame burned cleanly. Luke wasn't an electrical engineer and he was having problems getting things with more voltage than the telegraph to work properly. He knew that eventually he would get there, it's just that electrical things were not instinctive to Luke like mechanical or chemical things were. The king had just got settled in his chair when Luke came in. Luke was clean and was wearing regular clothes. Luke had been told by Marion to be on his best behavior or he wasn't going to get laid for a week. Honestly Luke didn't really care but figured ‘oh well, I could be civil for an hour or so.' Since the king and Luke were alone for a minute, they took the time to take stock of each other. Hardrada had never met a man that was as big as Luke or as kind for it was almost immediately clear to the king that Luke was very considerate of people around him and Hardrada thought that he might be able to use this to trick his way out of captivity. It took the king a while, but he eventually figured out that Luke was actually very intelligent and was very good at hiding it when he wanted to. Furthermore he was completely loyal to his wife and her word was law. The men had been talking for about ten minutes when Marion and Gabriel joined them. To Luke's delight, Marion had also brought Mackenzie with her. Usually, Luke would eat his supper while he held Mackenzie on his lap. He would always give her small pieces of whatever he was eating and usually she would eat it; it just took her awhile. Mackenzie would always light up any room that she was in for she has at the age where she was really cute to almost every adult and could always get them to smile. She did the same that evening. Hardrada actually forgot for a little while that he was technically a prisoner as Mackenzie played with his large fingers. He actually felt like he had sat down to a simple family dinner and he had actually forgot what it was like and seeing Mackenzie, Gabriel, Marion, and especially Luke laughing and smiling as they ate warmed the king's heart tremendously. They had one ugly moment when the Luke told the story of his background, Hardrada called him out on it. “I know that you are lying about where you came from, Now tell me why.” Demanded the king. Luke just looked at him and his face got hard as he handed Mackenzie off to Marion. “Yes, I am lying about my background and I could care less about who you think you are, I will not tell you about where I came from. When I first came here, I was plenty strong enough to stove you into a horseshoe and I am in much better shape now then I was.” “I second that.” Said Marion with a smirk causing Gabriel to blow the wine that she had been drinking all over. The ladies started laughing and Gabriel fell off her chair when Luke blushed. Normally he never blushed but this time he did. All this laughter helped settle the room back down again and the rest of dinner went by smoothly. After dinner, Marion had the king taken back to the hospital telling him; “Sorry doctor's orders and you are under her care.” After the king had been taken away Luke, Marion, and Gabriel discussed what to do about Godwinson's approaching army. They decided that in the morning, they would go out with the bodyguard unit and a squadron of cavalry to talk to the king and try to avoid hostilities. Chapter 65. The next morning, the three of them woke up at about 3 am. Luke wanted to be out of town before the sun got up so that if they had to fight the king, he would have some room to fight before they got to York. After Gabriel got dressed, she went to wake up the rest of the bodyguards while Luke went to get the cavalry ready to go. Marion went and made sure that the other commanders were up so that they could race out of York at a moment's notice. Within an hour, the welcoming party was ready to go and the rest of the army was stirring. Marion's party rode out on the road that they knew Godwinson was on and just as the sun was lighting up the sky, they found him. His army was getting ready to march when Marion's party came into sight. Luke ordered the squadron to hold their position, stay out of sight, and not attack unless Godwinson attacked first. Next, he had a flagbearer come with him and Marion to meet the king. The eleven of them galloped up to the king's army. Once at the guards Marion told them; “I am Marion of York here to see the king.” The guards were not sure of what to do with her for they were not use to women being in the field and half of Marion's party were women. Luckily, before one of them could make a wisecrack about that, an officer came up. He had served in one of the armies that Luke had crushed a couple of months before so he knew who Luke was and he had heard tales of Marion. Seeing her in the flesh, he could see that the tales were true. He sent a messenger to the king and invited Marion's party to dismount. They politely refused and the officer didn't blame them. After all, if he had been in their position, he wouldn't have dismounted either. The king came up and Marion's party then dismounted, even Luke. He saw no benefit in insulting the king at this time, after all he would be dead in a couple of weeks. Marion kneeled before the king and Luke was glad that he wasn't the ruler of the area because he definitely wouldn't kneel before anyone but God. When the rest of the party kneeled however, he had a problem but Luke being Luke remained standing. Fortunately, Marion was prepared for this: “I would like to apologize for my general not kneeling your majesty” she said without even looking at Luke “but the only person he will kneel before is God, although he has kneeled before me before I suspect that was mostly for show.” “You never looked back, how did you know that he refuses to kneel before the rightful king of these lands?” asked the king. “Your majesty. That man is not only my army's commanding general, but he is also my husband and has saved my life a number of times over the last year and a half.” “Ah” The king then moved around to stand directly before Luke and actually felt more than a little uneasy for; he had never met a man that was so large. “You do know that it is a crime not to kneel before the god chosen ruler of these lands?” Marion held her eyes shut and cringed for she knew what was coming and she wasn't disappointed. “God chosen, seriously?” sorted Luke “No king or queen is chosen by God; they are chosen by men who are too lazy or ignorant to rule themselves. Do you actually think that God really cares what happens down here on Earth; after all he is eternal and we are mortal?” As Marion had feared the king had set off Luke's temper and there was no going back now. “Do you not believe in God?” asked an increasingly angry king. “Fuck no. I have seen more death and destruction caused by people in the name of their god then I care to remember. As far as I am concerned, I have the right to my beliefs as well as Everyone else and as long as those beliefs are practiced peacefully then I have no problems with them. That is one reason why I encouraged my wife to protect any Jews and ALL other religious groups in the area.” Marion now knew that she would have to act fast before the king and Luke came to blows. “Excuse me your majesty” she said as she wormed her way in-between Luke and the king “what my blunt husband is trying to say is that as complex as God's word is, it helps to have as many viewpoints as possible to try to further our understanding of it. Plus, we are all God's children so why should the Jews or any other group not be protected as well. And while on the Jewish question, was Jesus not Jewish himself after all and did he not die so that all of our sins be forgiven?” She then turned to Luke and shifted to modern English “Before you make an even bigger ass of yourself, why don't you go do something useful, honey” At first Luke was pissed and then he smiled: “Admit it, you just like watching my ass as I walk away!” Every one of the guards had to stifle a laugh and Marion had to bite her tongue. “Luke, go so you don't get us into deeper trouble. Please?” “Fine” Luke then grabbed hold of Marion's ass and picked her up so they could share a kiss and of course she instinctually her wrapped her legs around Luke. Before he put her down, they starred into each other's eyes for a moment, just to tell each other that everything was good and that they loved each other. Luke gently put her down and remounted his horse. He raced back to the top of the hill that was hiding the rest of the troops and he turned to watch over Marion's group. When Marion turned back to the king, she could see that he was still mulling over what she had asked him, so she waited for him to finish. Finally, he appeared to finish. “Well, that is a matter for another time. I need to get going so that I may be able to beat back those damn Vikings and my treacherous brother.” “Actually, your majesty, that is why we came here this morning.” Marion turned and gave the signal. A small band of horses came over the top of the hill, escorting a liter. When they got to the king; Marion asked the king to come with her as she went over to the liter and pulled back the sheet revealing the king's dead brother. She just hoped that he didn't ask too many questions about the type of wound that he had received for when Gabriel shot him; the bullet had blown off the entire of the back of his head. The king looked sad for a moment before he shook himself back to the present. “As you can see your majesty, we have already defeated your brother and his Viking allies. In fact, King Hardrada is as this moment recovering from a leg wound back in York and before you ask, none of the Viking army escaped.” “I must go see Hardrada for myself you understand. I feel that I cannot simply take your word for it.” “Of course, your majesty. Your army is welcome to come into York as well, as long as they behave themselves and leave their arms back in their camp.” “My army will travel where ever they choose and they will not disarm!” At this Marion's guards instantly became more visibly alert. “I am sorry your majesty, but your army will not be permitted to bring their weapons into York” At this the King drew his sword. Within a blink of an eye all of Marion's guards had their weapons out and Gabriel moved to where she was between the King and Marion. In the distance, Marion could hear the sounds of her cavalry escort moving and within moments, they became visible over the top of the hill with Luke right out in front. “As you can see your majesty, I have an army at my back as well and they are ready, unlike yours. Plus, if you really insist on trying to fight me, you Will be the first one killed for the young woman in front of you will kill anyone who threatens me.” Marion was doing her level best to stay calm and she hoped that the king would see reason. Gabriel at least hadn't drawn her weapons yet but it was clear from her posture that she could within a fraction of a second. The king then did something stupid as he tried to move Gabriel to the side. she flipped him over her body and onto the ground. As she was flipping him, she managed to get his sword away from him. She then held it to his throat and demanded that he back down and apologize to her mistress, Marion. Marion then gently moved Gabriel out of the way as she offered her hand to help the king get back up which he took. When he was back on his feet, Gabriel returned his sword to him. “As you can see your majesty, I was not joking and unless you want that army behind me to attack then I strongly suggest that we come to terms. You can come into York to see Hardrada for yourself, you can retain your arms, and bring alone one armed guard. Your army can come into York as well as long as they behave themselves and they leave their arms back in their camp. If they misbehave then they will be subject to the laws of the people of York. Also, while Hardrada is in my care, he will not be harmed for he is currently under a doctor's care and her word is law in the hospital.” “Her word?” “Yes, your majesty. We believe in equal rights for both men and woman. That is one reason why a good size part of my army is made up of women. The head doctor is a woman, one of my best engineers is a woman, and of course my head guard is a woman.” The king took a deep breath. Marion had him over a barrel and they both knew it. If he wanted to confirm that Hardrada's army had indeed been crushed then he would have to accept Marion's terms for her army was ready to charge while his was mostly getting ready to march and it would take them some time to get into proper formation. “Very well, I accept your terms.” “Good! How soon will you be ready to go?” “Not long.” “My troops will escort you to York then. Just make sure that your men understand that they are to be on their best behavior while in My lands. As long as they behave then nobody will have any problems.” Marion turned away with her guards, remounted, and rode back to her army. The king meanwhile was a bit dumbfounded. How the hell did things come to this; him being beaten by two different women. Flustered he turned to give the orders to his army. After he was done, he quietly observed Marion's army. Even at this distance, it was obvious that her army was a professional one and the king couldn't help but to get a little bit jealous for most of his was levy spearmen. Finally, his army began to march and as promised, Marion's army escorted them to York. As they got closer, everyone in the King's army was deeply impressed with just how advanced everything was. The roads were better than anything they had ever seen before and the farmers working the fields were doing so much faster than any of the king's men had ever seen. People barely stopped what they were doing to watch their king's army and truth be told, the king found that more than a bit disturbing. It was clear to him that their loyalty was with Marion, not him. What he found even more disturbing was just how professional Marion's army was. They were all uniformed identically and they followed orders without question. Their weapons were very strange and the king became to suspect that the reports that he had been getting of their devilish weapons were not some fairly tale, but the truth. He was even more confused when he saw his first train. Marion had stopped the army at a crossing so that the train could go through. Then turning to the king, Marion explained “Trains, your majesty, always have the right of way for they cannot stop quickly.” This train was loaded with military equipment headed for her lands in the land district. It was one of her artillery units that was getting a head start being that the train was going that way anyway. After the train passed, they continued on their way. Marion led them to a large field, just outside of York. It was the same field that the peasants had kept their livestock in during the Sheffield invasion. “Your men can set up their camp here your majesty. Just make sure to remind them No Weapons On Them While In The City Of York!” With this, Marion's army disengaged and returned to their barracks while Luke came up beside her. The two of them watched as the king's army began to set up camp. After the king had seen to the important things, he and his guard rode up to Marion. “I wish to meet with Hardrada now.” “Yes, your majesty. This way if you please.” With that Marion and Luke turned their horses to head into York. Going into York, the king felt like he was a child going into the big city for the first time. It had changed so much since he had been here in February. The city was now clean, the people were healthy, and they were everywhere. Even though it was September, the king could smell no sewage at all. The roads were no longer dirt but were made out of some kind of very strange stone. There were trees and shrubs planted along the sides of the road. People seemed like they were in a constant hurry, but they all waved to Marion and Luke. The king then noticed that the old houses were being slowly replaced with new ones that were made of brick and stone. New construction was happening everywhere it seemed. Along the street, he noticed oddly shaped metal objects that were painted bright red. Finally, he had to ask his host about all these things. “What are all these things that I am seeing?” “Not to worry, but we will answer at least most of your questions after you meet with Hardrada and we eat some lunch” responded Luke. To be continued in part 14, Based on a post by somethin fishy, for Sex Stories.

Kaitlan Collins spoke with Senator Ted Cruz Tuesday night...about the motive behind Tyler Robinson taking the life of Charlie Kirk. Kaitlan Collins was visibly flustered during the interview...as Ted Cruz humiliated Kaitlan Collins on her own show. We reveal and react to the segment between Kaitlan Collins and Ted Cruz. We also react to a couple of other CNN segments...where CNN is trying to generate sympathy for Tyler Robinson. We criticize CNN coverage of Charlie Kirk...and explain why CNN is struggling to survive. SUBSCRIBE TO BEHIND THE LINE - SHORTS: https://www.youtube.com/@btlshorts-84

So much going on recently and I have so many thoughts and opinions, though it's difficult for me to get it all out in a way that's understandable. I'm human, I'm hurting, I'm angry, I'm sad, and I'm still going to keep doing good in this world.

✨ Episode Summary: Welcome educators! In this inspiring episode of My Adventures in ESL, we're diving into one of the most valuable skills you can develop as an ESL teacher—flexibility. If you're feeling anxious or uncertain about the upcoming school year, know this: you are not alone. This episode is designed to help you build the mindset and strategies you need to embrace change with calm, clarity, and confidence. From real classroom stories to practical planning tips, you'll discover how to accept the unpredictable nature of teaching, visualize different scenarios, and build a strong support system. Whether it's sudden schedule shifts or unplanned new arrivals, you'll walk away feeling more prepared—and empowered—to handle whatever comes your way.

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Boyle is lone travelling again and it hasn't taken long to get flustered.

Boyle is lone travelling again and it hasn't taken long to get flustered.

Former Minnesota Vikings offensive lineman Alex Boone sits down with Phil Mackey for another film breakdown! The boys dive into some of the key plays from the Vikings' 23-13 win over the Tennessee Titans -- including Brian Flores' confusing defense, Sam Darnold showing great athletic ability, Dalton Risner's first career game at right guard and more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Former Minnesota Vikings offensive lineman Alex Boone sits down with Phil Mackey for another film breakdown! The boys dive into some of the key plays from the Vikings' 23-13 win over the Tennessee Titans -- including Brian Flores' confusing defense, Sam Darnold showing great athletic ability, Dalton Risner's first career game at right guard and more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Tony Tsoukalas, the managing editor of Tide Illustrated, joined Mike and Steve to discuss the upcoming LSU-Alabama top-15 SEC showdown. Tsoukalas evaluated Crimson Tide QB Jalen Milroe, freshman WR Ryan Williams, and Alabama's porous secondary. He explained that the Crimson Tide run defense has been stout this season. Tsoukalas also reviewed Alabama's special teams unit.

Tony Tsoukalas, the managing editor of Tide Illustrated, joined Mike and Steve to discuss the upcoming LSU-Alabama top-15 SEC showdown. Tsoukalas evaluated Crimson Tide QB Jalen Milroe, freshman WR Ryan Williams, and Alabama's porous secondary. He explained that the Crimson Tide run defense has been stout this season. Tsoukalas also reviewed Alabama's special teams unit.

A couple of coached have been fired and we are waiting to see the fate of another. The NFL Trade Deadline occurred and we discuss the moves made. Recap of week 9 of the NFL and of course shot takes end the episode. 

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Franco is all flustered today - partly because Jax and Sacha spend the front of the episode questioning his disappearance from the show last week. And partly because he's been invited to see a friend's downstairs live on stage.We also have a question from a Ronnie who is trying to find love!Send your questions through @canwehelpyoupodcast or canwehelpyoupodcast.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Franco is all flustered today - partly because Jax and Sacha spend the front of the episode questioning his disappearance from the show last week. And partly because he's been invited to see a friend's downstairs live on stage.We also have a question from a Ronnie who is trying to find love!Send your questions through @canwehelpyoupodcast or canwehelpyoupodcast.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week we've given the dynamic duo a chance to talk over this week's headlines by themselves. Recommendations: Eamonn From the Vine - Film - Amazon Prime A downtrodden man experiences an ethical crisis and travels back to his hometown in rural Italy to recalibrate his moral compass. There he finds new purpose in reviving his grandfather's old vineyard, offering the small town of Acerenza a sustainable future, and reconnecting with his estranged family in the process. Stuart Sing Sing - Film - General Release Based on the real-life arts rehabilitation programme founded at Sing Sing Correctional Facility, Greg Kwedar's new film follows a troupe of incarcerated actors who work on a play as part of a theatre workshop at the prison. Every six months, the men gather in a circle of chairs, often looking to Divine G (Colman Domingo) to help decide their next play. When he recruits a new member called Divine Eye, he gets more than he bargained for. The group's dynamic begins to shift as Divine Eye suggests they do a comedy for the first time, prompting the men to throw out a jumble of wild ideas — from pirate ships to Roman gladiators to Old West gunfights. Flustered at first, Divine G quickly starts to see Divine Eye's discomfort with the vulnerability required for what seems like a silly pursuit. While planning for his own clemency hearing, he tries to forge a connection with Eye, as the men collectively unpack the pain of their experience while undergoing the joy and escape of creativity. Domingo gives one of the most memorable and affecting performances of his career, bolstered by a cast made up almost entirely of formerly incarcerated actors and alumni of the Rehabilitation Through the Arts programme. Their participation brings an authenticity to the group's founding principle that human dignity must be a part of the justice system. Directed with a dynamism that matches the charm, mischief, and compassion of the men themselves, Sing Sing recognises the value of a place we can gather in which to discuss, debate, and create, wherever that may be. It's an ode to art as a process, much the same as life, through which we can strive to better understand ourselves and each other.

Come along for a new baseball adventure and a hotel critique. Stay for the extra cookie.Grant brings Bird and Moon. After a quick moment for ornithology, your hosts discuss phrases from classic video games and cannot determine whether they have yet segued.Mark brings Scary Gary. Books are for reading.Send feedback to comicalstart@gmail.com.

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Natalie: Office Party. Natalie goes to a work party, and hooks up with a hot guy. by Traumseele. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The office kitchen was somewhat cramped. A wall of microwaves, a couple of fridges, and a counter with two sinks was meant to satisfy the luncheon needs of the two-hundred-odd people who worked at this branch of Rodow-Mills Ltd., the corporation for which Natalie worked in purchasing. She was sat a round table, eating out of a box of noodles she had gotten from a takeout place in the neighborhood. “Are you gonna wear that tonight?”The question came from the short-haired woman seated next to Natalie. Lynn, her best girl friend and confidant at work since a long time back. There wasn't that much contrast between the two, they were very much alike in both looks and manners. Women of medium height, with dark brown hair and eyes, dressed in “business casual” which meant jeans, a blouse, and black leather ankle boots. The main difference between them was in their hair, Natalie's was curly and shoulder-length, while Lynn always kept it short and straight. Lynn also lacked Natalie's prominent breasts, being almost flat chested, something she was sure was a common conversation topic among the guys at work. “Why not?” Natalie responded. “It's an office party. Not like I have any new impressions to make.” It was true. Her job was fairly routine. She knew everybody in her department, and everyone worth knowing outside of it. “Unless you want me to slut up for a night on the town afterwards?” Lynn giggled. “I'm just teasing. You look great as always, Nat.” The short-haired woman took a sip of water from her glass. “I'm just thinking about… you know. I kind of want to hook up with somebody. I haven't done that at work before. Feels like something I should cross off my list at some point, if I had one I mean.” She took another sip. “Don't get me wrong but you're a lot more experienced here than I am. Got any beginner tips?” At first, Natalie felt a bit weirded out by that last comment, but then she realized that Lynn would never judge her for being a “slut” at work, and probably just wanted in on the action. She gave her friend a coy, thoughtful smile. “I don't really know what to say that, Lynn!” she responded with a hearty laugh. Her friend kept sipping water. She seemed nervous, for some mysterious reason. “Come on. You know it's true. I want to be just like you, Nat!” The last bit came out with a heavy dose of sarcasm. “Let's just enjoy the free booze and try to avoid the annoying people. You're gonna be fine. Besides, if one of these polo-wearing golfer guys were to try to steal you away from me, I would probably have to beat him up,” Natalie responded half-jokingly. Lynn was a real cutie, but Natalie just wasn't into women in that way, even though she would often masturbate to them. That was different though, women were just sexier than men. Didn't mean she was gay, not that she had any problem with that. The rest of the working day before the party went by as usual. Natalie sat in her cubicle, sending out purchasing emails and handing invoices over to payments. But mostly, she was just trying to pass time and look busy whenever somebody walked past. She had been to plenty of office parties, at this job and previous ones, and these things just didn't make her nervous anymore. She felt like she could already predict all that was going to happen that night. Free drinks, some speeches from upper management, maybe a forced “team building” activity or two, but most importantly, free drinks. Her friend's comment about her slutty work habits had bothered her a bit. Not because Lynn thought her to be a slut, she knew that she did and that was great, but rather quite the opposite. In truth, she hadn't really been hooking up with any co-workers lately. That was a frequent activity in her mid twenties, but in recent years, the dull routine and general feeling of alienation at the office had pretty much turned off her sexuality completely in that environment. Maybe it was time to live up to her friend's image of her? Not only was it a matter of principle, the prospect was also kind of exciting to her despite where she was at the moment, trapped in a grey cubicle. “Hey Nat, they got a new coffee maker downstairs. You have just got to check it out!” The cheerful voice was Diego, a tall, skinny, good-natured man with short black hair, olive skin, and a constant worried look in his eyes. He had appeared at the entrance to Natalie's cubicle to share some minor news about the office, as he often did. It was a welcome break to the dullness of the average day, she thought. Diego was a nice guy, always happy and helpful, and the two of them had formed a bit of a workplace bond over the last couple of years. Doing small favors for each other here and there, spending breaks together, having coffee. “You know what? I might just do exactly that. Wanna come?” she responded, and Diego's face lit up. She whisked her mug off of her desk, and got up from her chair onto her leather booted feet. Their 2-inch heels made barely any noise as the two of them walked across the wall-to-wall carpet that covered the floor of the cubicle farm, heading for the stairwell. “So… How are things?” Natalie didn't have to specify the “things” she was asking him about. It was a bit of a sensitive topic, so she didn't want to bring it up too directly. Diego had recently gone through a divorce, and was now adjusting to life as a bachelor again. It was difficult, as he had been married for a long time, and his meek, super-nice-guy manners weren't especially suited for living it up as a single in the city, she thought. Nevertheless, the divorce hadn't changed him much, at least not on the surface. He continued to be nice and cheerful, always notifying Natalie of “exciting” new happenings around the office, but she could tell it was bothering him. “Oh you know… Getting used to it. Got everything set up in my new apartment. It's a real bachelor pad, haha. Hey, there's the new coffee maker.” He didn't seem to enjoy the subject matter very much, so Natalie decided not to bring it up again, for now. As Diego had pointed out, they had arrived at the awesome new coffee maker in the downstairs break room. There was nothing special about it at all, as far as Natalie could tell. There was a holder for your mug, and the usual array of buttons for selecting the type of coffee you wanted the thing to fill it up with. It didn't really matter. A cup of coffee with Diego in the break room was always a nice and welcome distraction. They both knew that the “new coffee machine” was just an excuse to spend some idle minutes together, getting away from the daily grind. And so they filled up their cups, and took seats at a small round table. “Looking forward to the party?” Natalie asked, half-sarcastically. Diego was as much a fan of mandatory corporate fun as anybody else, she knew, and he especially didn't like big booze-fuelled parties. They made him feel anxious, he had confided in her once. “You know me,” he responded casually, taking a big sip of coffee. “I'm the party animal around here.” He put the cup down with a somewhat dejected smile, as if part of him wished for that statement to be true. “I'll stick around for a drink, make sure management notices my attendance, and then sneak out at my first opportunity before things get too rowdy. Got plenty of things to set up in my new place, anyway.” Diego looked wistful, and Natalie felt pity for him. It got worse when he tried to cover up his anxiety with a forced smile. Maybe she could convince him to stay, even help him find somebody to hook up with? Lynn was certainly in the mood, but Natalie had no idea whether he was her type or not. She didn't really know anything about her dating history, though Lynn knew all about hers, somehow. Besides, convincing him to stay at a loud, booze-drenched office party would be about as easy as convincing water to stop being wet. She dismissed the idea. A few hours later, the party kicked off. Most off the staff had gathered in the lobby for an exciting speech about the branch's promising future by their local chief of operations, and Natalie was already tipsy from the welcome drink. Something fruity, with booze in it. She didn't bother to find out more details. A delivery driver had dropped off boxes of pizzas and assorted snacks, which had been opened and left on a counter. A transparent fridge had been stocked to the brim with bottles of beer and wine, and a makeshift “bar” had been set up in the corner of the lobby for mixing cocktails. There, one could find the usual assortment of rum, gin, vodka, various mixers, and more. It would be her next stop when the speech was over, Natalie decided. When the half-hearted applause died down and the music started, she made her way over to the cocktail bar. There was no use being sober at an occasion like this one, so it was time to get herself a gin & tonic, or something equally strong. A small group of people with the same idea had gathered nearby. Thankfully, Lynn was also there, and so Natalie snuck up on her and embraced her from behind. “Hey there sexy,” she said, jokingly imitating a deep, masculine voice, as her arms wrapped around Lynn from behind, meeting just below her chest. Lucky girl, she never had to wear a bra, Natalie thought, as her own breasts burrowed themselves into her girl friend's back. A startled Lynn let out an exhasperated sigh, grabbing on to Natalie's arms as if to tear them off of her, but stopping right as her fingers grasped around them, holding them in place. “Oh hi there,” she responded, turning her head to give Natalie a playful peck on the cheek, after which she wrestled herself free. “Booze?” she asked. “Booze,” Natalie replied matter-of-factly. The two friends walked up to the bar, picking out a couple of sizeable plastic cups, and filled them both up with gin and tonic. Getting too sloshed too early at an office party was always a bad idea, so they kept the gin-to-tonic ratio low enough to still give them a decent buzz. “Talked to any hot guys yet?” Lynn asked eagerly. “Not yet… Need to get in the mood first. This office has a habit of drying me up like a desert down there.” Lynn giggled. “I know what you mean.” She took a big sip of her drink. “Unless you have any leads for me?” Natalie asked her friend, who got a strained look on her cute little face. “Yeah right. That means I won't get you all to myself,” she responded jokingly, with a flirtatious raising of her eyebrows. Her friend seemed to blush after that. “Shit Nat, I gotta go powder my nose. I'll find you in a bit,” Lynn said, and scurried off. Knowing the habits of some of her co-workers, “powder my nose” could be meant both literally and figuratively. Natalie walked around the office idly for a bit, stopping for small talk here and there, getting a glass of wine from the lobby, trying to figure out some kind of game plan. The booze did a good job at staving off the worst oh her anxiety, not to mention the general weird atmosphere of “forced fun” that office parties tended to have. Still, she found it difficult to loosen up, and seemed to have lost track of Lynn's whereabouts. She found her friend just outside the main entrance to the building, where people would go for fresh air, and others would go to ruin their experience with cigarette smoke. Natalie was not a fan of tobacco, and thankfully, her friend was in the former group. “Hey Nat! Come here! This is uh… Well, shit.” Her friend seemed to have forgotten the name of the handsome man standing next to her, whose presence Natalie had just noticed. He was about an inch taller than her in her boots, his head topped by slick dark brown hair, and a thin beard that accentuated his chiseled facial features. His broad shoulders were clad in a modest black dress shirt, and on his legs he was wearing a pair of jeans and black leather loafers. The man smiled, his face lighting up as he extended his right arm, inviting Natalie to a handshake. “I'm Konstantin. You must be Natalie I presume? Lynn here won't stop talking about you!” “Oh, it's all true,” she said with a laugh as she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Konstantin.” He was so hot. Natalie normally liked her men to be a few inches taller, but there was something about the way their eyes met almost level as he gave her his bright smile, full of confidence. His handshake had been gentle, almost romantic somehow. Natalie could feel herself starting to melt a bit. Well done, Lynn. The three of them made some small talk out in the fresh evening air, with drinks in their hands. Konstantin worked in sales, and was often out on client calls, which was probably why they hadn't met at work before. After a little while, Lynn excused herself and went inside, leaving the two of them alone in the midst of small groups of chattering, drunk coworkers. Natalie found herself at a loss for words. It wasn't typical of her. This hot guy was just beaming with confidence, something she would usually try to take down a notch or two, but he was so nice and considerate at the same time. He was filling in all the silences with questions about Natalie, seeming genuinely curious about her, and she answered as well as she could with brief statements while she tried to think of what to do next. “Do you dance?” she asked somewhat awkwardly, as the music inside got louder. “Love to!” Konstantin responded, still smiling. “Shall we?” The floor of the lobby had been cleared up, and the “office DJ” was running some tacky playlist on her laptop. It didn't matter so much. Natalie had two left feet when it came to dancing, and tried to focus on not making a fool out of herself as she tried to make subtle rhythmic moves. Konstantin seemed like a fish in water on the dancefloor. He didn't do anything extravagant, simply moving his body to the music as if it was second nature to him, constantly beaming with that hot smile of his. As the night went on, the dancefloor got more crowded, and Natalie got tipsier. She and Konstantin had been moving closer to each other the whole time, and by now, they were just inches away from each other. Anyone who glanced their way could see what was going on, but Natalie didn't care. People hooked up in the office all the time, and it's not like she had some virtuous reputation to maintain. She put her arm around his neck and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Let's get out of here. My place isn't far.” Over Konstantin's shoulder, she could see Lynn standing in the corner of the Lobby, nursing her drink. Natalie felt a little bit guilty about ditching her friend, but the look of approval on Lynn's face eased her worries. She leaned back, raising her eyebrows and looking into Konstantin's light brown eyes with intent. He was biting his lip. His hand found hers, and they walked outside. The air was electric as the pair stood in Natalie's dark apartment hallway. Natalie had just closed the door behind them, and was staring at Konstantin's silhouette as he took off his shoes, letting the outline of his hard body become clearer as her own eyes adjutsed to the lack of lighting. She pulled off her own boots, and stood on the floor in her ankle socks, anticipating this man's next move. It came suddenly. With force, he lifted her arms above her head, pressing them against the wall and kissing her passionately. She let out a surprised but excited moan, and tried to grab his head before realizing that her arms were trapped. He let go of her arms and let his ands explore her body all over, clumsily finding their way under her tucked-in blouse, caressing her naked body underneath all the way up to her bra-covered breasts. He squeezed them and dug his fingers under the fabric, trying to find her no doubt rock hard nipples. Natalie kept her arms above her head in the dark hallway, letting Konstantin explore her body at his leisure. He was pressed up against her, hard, grinding away. The bulge between his legs rubbed against her clit through layers of jeans and underwear, but it was enough to make her want more. She wanted him inside of her, badly now. Right then, Konstantin stopped, and took a step back. Natalie felt very confused. Was he teasing her? She wouldn't have any of that, not tonight. Flustered, she groped the wall, searching for the light switch. Her dark eyes squinted as light flooded the previously dark apartment. Konstantin stood before her, his face glistening with sweat and saliva from their sloppy kisses. He was sucking his lower lip in, hard, while giving her a puzzled look. What was he doing? “Natalie I… I have kind of a thing I want to do with you, if you don't mind,” he said after hesitating for many long seconds. The thing had better be to fuck her silly until she passed out from orgasmic pleasure, she thought, giving him a sly and expectant look. A nervous look washed over his face, as he continued hesitating. Natalie stepped forward, grabbing Konstantin by the hairs at the back of his head gently. She licked her lips and said, “tell me what you want to do to me,” hoping that the command would dispel his nervousness and hesitation. “I… You're so hot,” he said, pausing for another few seconds, caressing the side of Natalie's body up and down. “I'm going to cum in literal seconds if we fuck. Never been good at lasting long. So… I want to do that. I want to cum inside of you, and then eat my cum out of your pussy. It's… kind of my fetish.” Natalie interrupted him with another sloppy kiss before he could get too lost in his own thoughts. She had never tried that before, and at the moment, she was hot and horny enough to try just about anything. As long as it meant getting some dick in her. She unzipped his pants and dug his throbbing member out of his boxers. It wasn't the biggest one she'd ever held, but it was firm and already leaking precum. Her pussy was screaming to be filled up, so she unzipped her own jeans, and resumed her previous position, back against the wall with her hands above her head. Konstantin didn't seem to need any further approval. Within a second, he was back to ravishing her, kissing her neck, hands going all over the place. Her blouse became unbuttoned, and her bra unclasped, while her pants and wet panties slid down to her ankles. She moaned and reached down for his erect cock, jerking it faster and faster. He put one of his legs in between hers, spreading them apart as far as the elasticity of the pants around her ankles would allow for. They shared another sloppy kiss, tongues twirling around each other, as his cock slid easily up and all the way into Natalie's eager, dripping wet pussy. She could feel it bottom as her throbbing clit pressed against his hard pelvis, tickled by his recently trimmed pubic hairs. With his hands firmly grabbing her hips, Konstantin started fucking her, making sure her pussy got to feel the whole length of his cock, as he slammed hard against her clit with each thrust. Natalie gasped continuously, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts. Their foreheads were touching, and they made intense eye contact. As he had promised, Konstantin's orgasm came quickly, after ten or so thrusts. His face scrunched up, and he grunted loudly, as his throbbing cock spilled load after load of hot cum into Natalie's pussy. She instinctively felt a bit disappointed, as she usually did when her partner came well before she was anywhere close herself. But then, she remembered the rest of his promise, and waited excitedly for his orgasm to subside. When it did, he pulled his dick out out of her, carefully replacing it with a hand, making sure to not let his seed spill out of her too much. Some of it was already dripping down her naked legs. She was a proper mess. Teary eyed, and with saliva glistening around her mouth. Her blouse was fully unbuttoned, and her unclasped bra was hanging around her neck like an albatross from an old poem. Konstantin's face was beaming. This was clearly his favorite part. Natalie didn't bother adjusting anything about herself in her current state. She simply kicked her pants and panties to the side, strode on sock-clad feet into the living room, blouse and bra still clinging to her upper body, and lied down with her back half on the couch, legs spread as wide as she could manage, a hand holding the hot cum inside her pussy. She motioned for Konstantin to get down between her legs and get to work, as he had promised. He wasted no time. Within seconds, he was on his knees between her glistening legs, lapping away at Natalie's cum drenched pussy with his eager tongue, making sure not to waste a drop of his own cum or her plentiful juices that it had mixed with. “Oh fuck,” Natalie exclaimed without even thinking. This was so hot. Maybe she should make all guys clean her out like this if they wanted to cum inside her? She finally knew why guys liked to put their fingers in her mouth after rubbing her pussy. Konstantin was, if possible, enjoying himself even more than she was. He was going wild, moaning and grunting, kissing the inside of her thighs and leaving big hickeys when he wasn't pressing his tongue between her pussy lips, making sure not to miss a single drop. With the way Natalie's juices were flowing, he would never be finished. That was fine, she could do this all night. She was pinching and tweaking her nipples hard, moaning like the slut she loved to be, when she almost passed out from a jolt of pleasure emanating from her clit. Konstantin had sucked it into his mouth like a vacuum, and was skilfully flicking his tongue against it in just the right rhythm. Natalie lost her breath as she started squirming, her body contorting on its own, legs wrapping around Konstantin's neck to force his face into her. Her thighs were pressed together so tightly that she was sure that he was suffocating, but that was a price she was willing to pay. The orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. It was so intense. Her thighs squeezed up so hard that she was scared of accidentally killing Konstantin. Waves of pleasure conquered her body as she lost control. She squirmed around, starting to glide off the couch as her juices flowed, giving Konstantin more and more cum, even though it wasn't his own. She came to, lying on the floor, a naked, quivering mess. Above her was the hot guy from the office party. His face was beaming again, almost looking proud of what he had done. by Traumseele for Literotica.

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A scorching outdoor encounter in the dog days of summer. by TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. You know the worst thing about the Midwest? August. Sure, there are other things. But after three straight weeks of 98 degrees and 90% humidity you don't really care that Kansas is a thing. You just want out – to escape the stifling grassland; preferably to a place where you don't need to swim through the steam to reach the next air-conditioned oasis. Where I work we need to maintain a minimum staffing level to fulfill our obligations. So vacation requests are handled on a first come first serve basis. First person to request time off gets first pick of available dates. Usually I get in early, guaranteeing myself at least one week that I want. But by the time I remembered to request this year, my only option for a summer break was the final week in August.Monday and Tuesday were a bust. Too hot to leave the house. I tried Monday morning, heading out to my favorite brunch spot for an omelet. But after burning my hand on the gear shift lever at 10:00 am I decided to pack it in. The weather app promised cooler temperatures mid-to-late-week, so I set about crafting a plan to salvage what was left of my vacation. There's a state park a few hours north, on the edge of a popular college town. I'd hiked there several times before. It was quiet, with a decent elevation and full tree canopy, and a 15-foot waterfall at the crux of the two longest trails. Temps in the mid-eighties were still warmer than I preferred. But after months of being stuck in a warehouse 10 hours a day, a little time outside seemed…necessary. I texted my friend Natalie, curious if she'd want to tag along. She was fun, outdoorsy, and never seemed too busy for an adventure. And sometimes, if we'd both had a few drinks, you might find her with her head in my lap, cock in her mouth and my fingers slowly circling her clit; agreeing this was a great way to spend an evening. But this time I struck out. I was on my own. I'd have to make the best of it. Every hotel in town was booked for Friday night (damn college football weekend), so I reserved a room for Wednesday and Thursday and headed out after lunch. Two hours and three Interstates later I pulled into a parking lot already half-filled with cars. I intended to drop my bag in the room and lap the short trail before dinner. That plan screeched to halt the moment I shut off the car. Cooler temperatures midweek my ass. It was 90 degrees at 4:15. The air saturated my clothes as I trudged across the pavement, and by the time I arrived at the check-in desk I knew I was done for the day. Cranking up the air in the room I decided to catch up on some streaming shows before heading across the parking lot to a local burger joint for a lite supper. But soon the sun disappeared behind a fortress of darkened clouds. The wind whipped up and the rain poured down in sheets, lashing the windows and transforming the parking lot into a rippling black pond. I watched for a while, checking the weather report to find nothing about precipitation. If Thursday was anything like this…. Eventually the rain stopped, and I headed out for dinner. It was cooler now – high 70s or so, and the squall had dried the air enough for the wind to wick away the water instead of steaming me in a sauna. I picked a seat in the corner of the restaurant patio and settled in for a meal. The dining room filled up quickly. Mostly locals – you could tell by the comfortable clothes and their rapport with the bartenders. But midway through my second beer, three young women rounded the corner from the waiting area, following the hostess to a four-top across the aisle from me beneath the center awning. And they were obviously based somewhere else. Two of them looked similar, (sisters maybe? cousins?) with straight blonde hair and big broad smiles. They dressed like they'd come straight from the yacht club: white shorts, striped navy tees and deck shoes; one with a denim jacket, the other in a hat. The third was taller with rectangular glasses, buoyant, gently curled auburn hair, and a short powder blue A-line summer dress accentuating the tone and length of her legs. She caught me looking as they stopped at their table. I turned away quickly, smiling to myself, disappointed, yet amused that I wasn't as discrete as I used to be. I took a full swig of beer and set the mug gently on the coaster before glancing back toward their table. The brunette had switched places with her friends, taking the seat on the far side of the circle, just about facing me. For a while I kept my eyes to myself. They ordered drinks and struck up a lively conversation. My burger and fries arrived, and I concentrated on securing the toppings so as not to make a fool of myself the first time I bit into it. But as I worked my way through the meal my attention began to wander. First to the parking lot. Then to the bar. And finally, to the beauty at the table twelve feet away. I stole glances between french fries and over the rim of my glass, careful to look away the moment before she turned her head or shifted her eyes toward me. Despite my best efforts she caught me once or twice. I flashed a smile, she did the same, we both looked away until the next time it happened. I was always drawn back. Her face was so bright, skin glowing in the warmth of the pendant lights. She shifted in her chair, slouching a little, stretching her legs to the edge of the aisle and crossing them at the ankles. Her dress rode high up her thighs, the shadow of the fabric and the table above shielding me from what lay beneath. I pretended I hadn't noticed, drawing out a sip of beer until she returned to her conversation. Inappropriate thoughts crept through my mind. I prodded them, trying to keep them at bay. She was at least ten – if not fifteen years younger. I was here to hike, not ogle women just barely out of college. The waiter stopped by my table, asking if I needed anything. I should have asked for the cheque. It would have been the smart thing to do. Instead, I asked for ice cream. It was still warm out, seemed reasonable. A few minutes later I spotted him heading my way, a tray with a tall bowl and several margaritas balanced on one hand. As he stopped to set the bowl in front of me, movement behind him caught my eye. I looked past to the ladies' table to catch the brunette uncross her ankles and ease her outside leg into the aisle, her knees drifting apart just far enough to show me smooth, plump pussy lips unencumbered by fabric or modesty. I froze, staring. Drinking it in. “Everything okay sir,” the waiter inquired, snapping me back to the moment. I tore my eyes away and looked up, then down at the ice cream, then up again, trying to reset my brain. “Yes,” I replied, “thank you. It looks…delicious.” I don't think I was talking about ice cream. And from the way his forehead wrinkled I think he knew that. I dipped the spoon in and took a bite. He nodded and moved past me to the table waiting on drinks. Staring at the bowl I tried to collect my thoughts. But all I could picture was the perfect pocket of pleasure framed between those gently tanned thighs. I lifted my head. Her legs remained splayed, treasure visible. Leaning back in her seat she lifted one foot, skimming her calf up over her shin until one knee rested over the other, closing the curtain on my view. Our gaze met. The corners of her mouth curled up and her eyebrows shrugged, and I felt the stir in my groin as I realized that perhaps…I was meant to see what I saw. I smiled a little. Then stopped. Her friends had turned to watch me, giggling into the hands covering their mouths. I scooped a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it into mine, staring at the table. Nothing like looking creepy in front of attractive women half your age. I decided to finish my dessert and keep my eyes to myself, get back to my room before embarrassing myself further. Before I could execute my plan, the women settled their tab and left. Through the glass I watched them skip across the parking lot toward the hotel, laughing with each other along the way. Something slipped from the brunette's swinging hand, and when she stooped to pick it up she looked back in my direction. I flinched, wanting to turn away. But I couldn't. She was mesmerizing. She flashed a smile, then ran to catch up with her friends. I waited until I was sure they were settled in their rooms before heading back to mine. I ambled into the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. I was in good shape for 40 plus. Ten years ago I might have made a pass at them; bought them a round, slid over to their table, try to talk one into joining me in my room. Instead…I took a shower, cranked up the air conditioning, and went to bed. Thursday morning I grabbed some apples from the breakfast bar, threw on a tee shirt and cargo shorts and prepared to hit the trail. It was a little after 8:00, about 75 degrees. The weather app promised 85 by 2:00 pm, which gave me plenty of time to loop the long trails before the heat became oppressive. Armed with two frozen water bottles and the fruit in a small backpack I caught a ride share to the park and headed out. The forest was teaming with life. Birds of all feathers chattered in the trees while rabbits and squirrels and other small creatures darted about in the in the brush below. The canopy was lush and thick, filtering much of the early light and heavily shading the first few miles, making for a pleasant hike. But the trail was overgrown from nearly two years of under use. The deeper I forged into the trees the more difficult it became to stay on track. And the leaves that earlier shielded me from the sun now trapped its heat beneath them, turning a warm walk in a light breeze into a hot slog through a noisy sauna. I didn't remember the route as well as I thought, and before I knew it, I was lost. I took a seat on a fallen log and fished a bottle out of the backpack. The ice had melted but the water was still cool. After half the bottle I traded it for my phone and tried to figure out where the hell I was. Reception was spotty and the GPS couldn't decide between several locations. From the lay of the land and direction of my hike I decided to head northeast. At some point I would run into the river, which would lead me back to my trail. I finished the first bottle and resumed walking. The temperature continued to climb, humidity trapping sweat on my skin. The skitter of critters through the underbrush ceased and the bird songs faded into the heat. An eerie quiet settled in, tempered by the crunch of fallen twigs underfoot. My limbs felt dull and heavy and a thought repeated in my head. You should have stayed home. I was looking for a place to rest when I finally heard it. Running water. In spite of myself I picked up the pace, oblivious to the incline I'd been descending the past few minutes. Up ahead the canopy thinned, tree trunks spacing out along the edge of a clearing. Picking through the tall grass I emerged into the sunlight onto the smooth flat rocks forming the edge of the river. Marked with a boulder on the far bank was the entrance to the second trail. To my right, Lost River Falls. Fifteen feet up, the black shale outcropping curved into a gentle crescent. The lazy river curled over the edge in a soft, thin sheet, spilling into a shallow pool before funneling through a narrow channel to the river basin and snaking on downstream. Now high in the sky, the sun blazed the sparkling water white, casting a rainbow over the riverbank and a deep shadow on the vertical rock beneath the ledge. The gentle roar swelled in my ears. I intended to cross to the trail and head back, but it was so hot, and the mist in the air felt so enticing. I turned toward the falls, threading my way along the bank over the channel to the edge of the pool. On a rock nearby I set down my pack, flanking it with my boots moments later. Peeling of the sweat-soaked tee shirt I waded into the water. The pool was warmer than I expected, but much cooler than the air, instantly soothing my feet. I shuffled along the shale bottom until the water sloshed around my calves. Reaching out I pierced the curtain, splashing droplets over my face and chest. Drawing a deep breath, I closed my eyes and stepped into the falls. I stayed a minute, despite the chill, the water flushing the ick of the morning off my skin. It beat on my back and shoulders, leeching heat from my muscles and ache from my bones. I ducked under and out several times, like it was a rolling ocean wave on a Caribbean beach. Cleansed and refreshed, I returned to the rock. I rung out the shirt and laid it flat over the adjacent stone, then fished the second water bottle from the backpack. Bottle to my lips I soaked up the view. Vibrant green forest, shimmering white water, worn black rock winding through the landscape. I smiled to myself. Sure it was hot, but it beat the hell out of being stuck in the warehouse. The snap of a twig behind me drew my attention. Setting the bottle on the backpack I glanced over my shoulder and caught a figure crossing my periphery on the opposite bank. Shielding my eyes, I turned for a better look. And was not disappointed. At the far end of the crescent in a bright blue skort and a radiant white rash guard stood the brunette from the restaurant. She had clearly been hiking for some time. Her skin glistened with sweat, and the glossy fabric of her shirt clung to every curve of her torso. Her legs – long and lean – planted her firmly on the uneven ground. Her curls were tied back in a ponytail, exposing her face to the sun. I couldn't help but stare. She looked like a model in a Patagonia catalog. And it took only a moment before all I could think about was her in that blue dress, slouched in that chair, sipping her drink while showing me the world. The shriek of a hawk overhead broke my trance. I found her smiling at me, her head cocked to the side, eyebrows raised. Flustered, I acknowledged her presence and turned away. I needed to collect my shit and go; salvage whatever was left of my dignity. I stuffed the bottle back in the pack and shook out my shirt, hauling it on over my head. Soon it would weigh me down and I would need to take it off, but for now it was a cold towel on the back of my neck and that was just fine. Something disturbed the water behind me. Snapping up the backpack I turned to investigate. She stood before the falls, her back to me, gazing up at the gleaming ribbon spilling from above. The bands of a black sports bra crisscrossed her back, the rash guard scrunched in her fist was tossed casually into the grass on the far bank. Her hands disappeared in front of her, then reappeared above her head, taking the sports bra with them. Tipping her head back, she eased into the liquid curtain. The water sheared around her, cutting a sexy silhouette in the high noon sun. My cock stirred to life, craving the view from the other side of the falls. I knew I should get moving – I didn't want to be busted again. But something gripped me, held me in place, my imagination in overdrive. “Still just looking, huh.” I whipped my head back and forth searching for the source of the voice, before realizing it could only have one origin. I turned back. She had stepped back from the water, her fingers twisting round her ponytail, pulling out the band. With a flip of her wrists her curls burst out, slapping down over her back. She peered over her shoulder. A chill shot down my spine. Her eyes narrowed, the corners of mouth creasing up. She skimmed her hands along her sides and over her hips until her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her skort and the material bunched in her fists. She tugged them down slowly, a perfectly rounded bare ass rising like a sunrise over the fabric horizon. Watching me, she straightened up, skort slipping down her legs into the pool. “You know,” she said, tipping her head back, “it's better over here.” My dick strained against my shorts, drawn like a magnet to that little gap between the tops of her thighs and the base of her cheeks. She returned to the falls, disappearing under the water. The backpack slipped from my fingers, sluffing off the rock and into the grass. My head spinning, I waded toward her. She emerged from the cascade facing me. Rivulets of water streamed down her face. They trickled over her breasts; firm and high on her chest, dark nipples pointed upward, soliciting a touch. The streams continued down the flat of her belly, curling in at her hips and under her mound, before spiraling round her thighs and calves and melting into the pool. She poked two fingers under my chin and lifted it. “My eyes are up here.” “Sorry,” I replied, just a little nervous. “I'm easily distracted.” Her bright baby blues lingered on my face a moment before roaming down my body to the prominent bulge below my waist. Looking up, she smiled. “But not shy, I see.” She peeled off my shirt and threw it aside, then flattened her hands against my skin. They were soft, and cool from the water, a welcome disruption of the sizzling heat. I reached out, skimming my hands over the base of her ribs, then down to her waist and the curve of her hips. She leaned in, pressing them into mine, trapping my erection between us. A twinge shot through my core. I sighed. She had me. My attention wandered up to her breasts, cupping one sumptuous orb in each palm. Her head lolled, eyes fluttering, biting her bottom lip. I gave a gentle squeeze, dimpling the flesh and rolling my thumbs across her nipples. Her chest thrust forward, a groan escaping her throat. Leaning over I swirled my tongue over one before suckling it into my mouth. She shivered beneath me, drawing her breath between her teeth. I traded one for the other, back and forth, marveling at the tone and texture of the most perfect pair I'd ever laid lips on. She clutched at the back of my head, insisting I continue teasing her while clumsily fumbling with the clasp on my waistband. I kneaded her breasts in my palms, their mass resisting, plumping into the space between my fingers. I growled, invigorated by the memory of how pliable the body can be in its youth. Winning her battle with the clasp she stripped off my shorts and sprang my cock from its fabric prison. It jumped at the brush of her wrist and flexed in her grip as she tried to close her slender fingers around the shaft. The heat radiated out, warming her fist. She exhaled in my ear and followed up with a whisper barely audible above the falls. “Fuck me.” I plucked her nipple from my mouth and looked her in the eyes. “Here?” “Right here,” she confirmed, “right now.” I glanced around the clearing and into the woods. “Are you sure?” She snatched my hand from her breast and shoved it between her legs, curling my middle finger and dragging it through her slit. She was soaked, slick with her cream. “Right now,” she repeated. My hips swung forward with no input from my brain, prodding her belly with the tip of my dick. “What if someone sees us?” She hooked her arms around my neck. A devilish smirk creased her lips. There is nothing sexier than a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Well,“ she said softly, “then we should make sure they get a good show.” She pulled herself tight to my chest, transferring her weight to my shoulders. I braced myself as her legs left the water – first one, then the other – wrapping themselves around my waist. I held her buttocks tight in each hand, my penis pressed flat against her labia. Shifting my weight and dipping my hips I maneuvered the tip between those velvety lower lips and thrust myself into her pussy. She gasped – her mouth round, eyes bulging – as her canal expanded to accommodate the intruder. She fit like a glove two sizes too small, squeezing me tighter than I'd felt in years. Her gaze locked with mine she ground against me, acclimating to my girth with tiny strokes. Her shock turned slowly to lust. I lifted her ass and pulled it down on my dick, matching my thrusts to the undulation of her hips. Her juices seeped around me, oozing out over my balls. She lowered her head, moaning into my neck. Warm and clammy, our skin clung together, friction heating whatever slivers of space remained between us. Her writhing shuffled us toward the falls. The air was cooler here. It drew me closer. And before I knew it, we entered the deluge. I bristled at the cold, muscles contracting, pushing my cock deeper inside. She leaned away, gaining more leverage to rock her hips. The water forked around her tits, pooling in the crook of our bodies before spilling over into the river. I carried her through a little further, flattening her against the black rock wall. We hit with a thud and a grunt, her legs slipping from their position. I dipped down and hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting and throwing her calves up over my shoulders. With something to brace her now I pulled my cock back, teasing her with the glans before plunging back in to the hilt. “Ugh.” Her spine curled backward, stretching her abdomen and pointing her toes. Her squeals were like spurs in my sides, pumping my penis through that slippery steaming tunnel. She glared at me, jaw clenched, lip quivering each time I crashed inside. Her breathing grew ragged and short. “Wha…,” she stammered, “wha…what's your name?” Fuck. We hadn't even introduced ourselves. I leaned in hard, pinning her back to the rock and her knees to her shoulders. “Lucas,” I said. Clasping my face in her hands she smashed her lips into mine. “Fuck me Lucas,” she growled. “Make me cum.” A wave rippled through my groin, clenching everything below my waist. I held her tight as I could, racking her frame with the force of each thrust. Her grunts were like drumbeats, the driving rhythm to the symphony of our encounter. Her body coiled and shook and flexed, faster and stronger with each passing moment until suddenly, everything froze. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth gaped in a silent scream. Her legs trembled and her body shuddered, and her pussy gripped my cock like a vice as she gushed around it. She clawed my back, the sting of her nails accentuating each contraction. I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck, holding on, riding out the storm. Finally, I felt her chest heave, heard the breath rush past my ear. Her body began to relax, her limbs growing heavy in my arms and around my neck. Short, sweet whimpers disintegrated into a delirious giggle, sprinkled with curses once her lips could form the words. I eased off her chest and loosened my hold, allowing her legs to slip off my shoulders. Like jelly they tumbled over my arms and out of my grasp, her feet splashing in the water below. I pinched her waist and held her up while she regained her balance. She touched her twitching fingers to my cheeks, her thumbs clipping at my lips. She smiled. But said nothing. Her hands slipped down to my chest and gave a gentle push. I pulled away, springing my cock from her furnace into the open air. She eyed it hungrily, bobbing before her, coated in her cream and glistening in the sunlight. Her gaze fixed she rolled her body, flattening her palms and smushing her boobs against the rock wall. She wiggled her feet apart and dipped her back, pushing that bubble butt into my groin and trapping my erection between her cheeks. She humped against me, slathering my penis in a warm sloppy mixture of pre-cum, grool and sweat. The shivering thrill coursed through my shaft. My stomach flopped and my balls tightened, anxious to release their boiling burden. Prying her buttocks apart I leveled my dick and plunged it back into her pussy. She screamed into her shoulder, leaving teeth marks in her skin. She sagged at the knees, changing the shape of her channel and scrubbing new sensations into my glans. I clutched her hips in both hands, mesmerized by the curves of her ass, rippling with each collision. The urgency of our undulations increased, and it occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to enjoy this much longer. She threw herself back, impaling her sodden vagina on my cock. The squelching pricked my ears. Her whimpers and moans raised the hair on my arms. And soon my entire body buzzed with the current of an orgasm coiling to strike. I curled forward, laying my weight on her back. Skimming her belly I cupped her breasts, relishing the firmness in my fingers and tugging them down as I thrust up inside. With only moments before I'd lose control I pressed my lips against her ear. “What's your name,” I whispered. She gasped, her pussy constricting around my shaft. “Devon,” she panted, turning her head. Our eyes met. I held myself still inside her. “Suck my cock Devon,” I growled. “Make me cum.” She responded immediately, squirming out of my grasp and twisting around, sinking to her haunches. Her lips sealed around my dick, gliding up and down with ease, her tongue curling around the underside of the head and rod. My neck craned, jaw tight, muscles straining. I gathered fistfuls of her hair and scrunched it on the top of her head. The dam burst. And a summer's worth of hot, thick cum erupted into her mouth. The release roiled me to my core; my hips convulsing, penis throbbing. Rope after rope burst from my dick, each shot a miniature climax amplifying the whole. Her lips kept moving, up to my glans and down to the root, milking every drop she could. I could feel her throat working, trying to keep up. But there was too much to contain, and it spilled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin to her tits. I struggled to keep my balance. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding, and I didn't recognize the noises escaping my throat. I hoped the waterfall would cover them because I couldn't hold them in. I tried to pull away, but she dug her fingers into the meat of my ass, fixing me in place and draining my balls into her cheeks. Eventually the maelstrom subsided. The last remaining strands of cum oozed out over her tongue, pooling together for one final swallow. Dexterity returning to my fingers I raked hair out of her face and flipped it gently over her shoulders. She looked up at me, brazen and cool, clearly enjoying the fruits of her labor almost as much as I was. She slipped her lips off my cock with an audible pop. Watching me carefully she twisted her neck and worked her way down to the base of the shaft, slurping each testicle into her mouth. My dick skipped across her face, catching on her nose and leaving fine white threads in her dark manicured eyebrows. She continued for several minutes, working her lips and tongue, bathing my balls and polishing my penis with her saliva. It didn't take long before my erection was again as hard as it was when she'd freed it from my shorts. It ached in the heat of her mouth. Doubling over I took hold of her head and gently pulled away. She looked up at me. Pouted. I sighed, my lips breaking into a broad smile. She returned the gesture, adding a flip of her eyebrows. Releasing her I maneuvered past, slumping against the wall. I gathered myself, chest swelling with the rising mist. My head began to clear, my body relax, soothed by the colossal dopamine release that I only now discerned I was unfortunately too unfamiliar with. Devon straightened up beside me, unsteady on wobbly legs. She mimicked my pose and stretched her neck, delighting in the sunlight baking her face. Snaking a hand between her thighs she scooped out her cum with her middle finger and sensually tucked it into her mouth. She looked over, eyes lively, lips puckered around the digit. With her free hand she took hold of mine and backed away, dragging me with her under the falls. We showered together in the river, cooling our lust and rinsing away the evidence. We lingered in the water until we were cold before separating to recover our clothes. Five minutes and a few stolen glances later we met again at the trail marker on the far bank. We stood there together in awkward silence – strangely so, considering the intimacy of what we had done. Finally, I broke the ice. “It was umm…nice to meet you,” I offered, shifting the straps of the backpack over my shoulders. She looked away, smiling, picking at the hem of her skort. “Same,” she replied. I waited for more, but there was none. “I had a good time,” I added, unsure of why. She turned her head toward me. Nodded a little. “Not bad for an old guy.” “Oh wow,” I laughed, rubbing my palms in my eyes. She giggled next to me. Draping her arms around my neck she stretched up and kissed me on the lips. “What?” she protested. “I like old guys.” She unzipped the pocket in her skort and fished around inside. Withdrawing a key card, she pressed it into my palm. “Springhill,” she said. “Room 404. Come by around 10:00 – if you're interested.” I squeezed her hand in mine. “What about your friends,” I asked. She shrugged, bouncing her eyebrows. “Maybe they'll like you too.” by TheSleepingKing for Literotica. story audio, podcast, tryst, fling, spontaneous, stranger, anonymous, hike, park, vacation, kansas, waterfall, public, exhibitionist, seduction,

A scorching outdoor encounter in the dog days of summer. by TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. You know the worst thing about the Midwest? August. Sure, there are other things. But after three straight weeks of 98 degrees and 90% humidity you don't really care that Kansas is a thing. You just want out – to escape the stifling grassland; preferably to a place where you don't need to swim through the steam to reach the next air-conditioned oasis. Where I work we need to maintain a minimum staffing level to fulfill our obligations. So vacation requests are handled on a first come first serve basis. First person to request time off gets first pick of available dates. Usually I get in early, guaranteeing myself at least one week that I want. But by the time I remembered to request this year, my only option for a summer break was the final week in August.Monday and Tuesday were a bust. Too hot to leave the house. I tried Monday morning, heading out to my favorite brunch spot for an omelet. But after burning my hand on the gear shift lever at 10:00 am I decided to pack it in. The weather app promised cooler temperatures mid-to-late-week, so I set about crafting a plan to salvage what was left of my vacation. There's a state park a few hours north, on the edge of a popular college town. I'd hiked there several times before. It was quiet, with a decent elevation and full tree canopy, and a 15-foot waterfall at the crux of the two longest trails. Temps in the mid-eighties were still warmer than I preferred. But after months of being stuck in a warehouse 10 hours a day, a little time outside seemed…necessary. I texted my friend Natalie, curious if she'd want to tag along. She was fun, outdoorsy, and never seemed too busy for an adventure. And sometimes, if we'd both had a few drinks, you might find her with her head in my lap, cock in her mouth and my fingers slowly circling her clit; agreeing this was a great way to spend an evening. But this time I struck out. I was on my own. I'd have to make the best of it. Every hotel in town was booked for Friday night (damn college football weekend), so I reserved a room for Wednesday and Thursday and headed out after lunch. Two hours and three Interstates later I pulled into a parking lot already half-filled with cars. I intended to drop my bag in the room and lap the short trail before dinner. That plan screeched to halt the moment I shut off the car. Cooler temperatures midweek my ass. It was 90 degrees at 4:15. The air saturated my clothes as I trudged across the pavement, and by the time I arrived at the check-in desk I knew I was done for the day. Cranking up the air in the room I decided to catch up on some streaming shows before heading across the parking lot to a local burger joint for a lite supper. But soon the sun disappeared behind a fortress of darkened clouds. The wind whipped up and the rain poured down in sheets, lashing the windows and transforming the parking lot into a rippling black pond. I watched for a while, checking the weather report to find nothing about precipitation. If Thursday was anything like this…. Eventually the rain stopped, and I headed out for dinner. It was cooler now – high 70s or so, and the squall had dried the air enough for the wind to wick away the water instead of steaming me in a sauna. I picked a seat in the corner of the restaurant patio and settled in for a meal. The dining room filled up quickly. Mostly locals – you could tell by the comfortable clothes and their rapport with the bartenders. But midway through my second beer, three young women rounded the corner from the waiting area, following the hostess to a four-top across the aisle from me beneath the center awning. And they were obviously based somewhere else. Two of them looked similar, (sisters maybe? cousins?) with straight blonde hair and big broad smiles. They dressed like they'd come straight from the yacht club: white shorts, striped navy tees and deck shoes; one with a denim jacket, the other in a hat. The third was taller with rectangular glasses, buoyant, gently curled auburn hair, and a short powder blue A-line summer dress accentuating the tone and length of her legs. She caught me looking as they stopped at their table. I turned away quickly, smiling to myself, disappointed, yet amused that I wasn't as discrete as I used to be. I took a full swig of beer and set the mug gently on the coaster before glancing back toward their table. The brunette had switched places with her friends, taking the seat on the far side of the circle, just about facing me. For a while I kept my eyes to myself. They ordered drinks and struck up a lively conversation. My burger and fries arrived, and I concentrated on securing the toppings so as not to make a fool of myself the first time I bit into it. But as I worked my way through the meal my attention began to wander. First to the parking lot. Then to the bar. And finally, to the beauty at the table twelve feet away. I stole glances between french fries and over the rim of my glass, careful to look away the moment before she turned her head or shifted her eyes toward me. Despite my best efforts she caught me once or twice. I flashed a smile, she did the same, we both looked away until the next time it happened. I was always drawn back. Her face was so bright, skin glowing in the warmth of the pendant lights. She shifted in her chair, slouching a little, stretching her legs to the edge of the aisle and crossing them at the ankles. Her dress rode high up her thighs, the shadow of the fabric and the table above shielding me from what lay beneath. I pretended I hadn't noticed, drawing out a sip of beer until she returned to her conversation. Inappropriate thoughts crept through my mind. I prodded them, trying to keep them at bay. She was at least ten – if not fifteen years younger. I was here to hike, not ogle women just barely out of college. The waiter stopped by my table, asking if I needed anything. I should have asked for the cheque. It would have been the smart thing to do. Instead, I asked for ice cream. It was still warm out, seemed reasonable. A few minutes later I spotted him heading my way, a tray with a tall bowl and several margaritas balanced on one hand. As he stopped to set the bowl in front of me, movement behind him caught my eye. I looked past to the ladies' table to catch the brunette uncross her ankles and ease her outside leg into the aisle, her knees drifting apart just far enough to show me smooth, plump pussy lips unencumbered by fabric or modesty. I froze, staring. Drinking it in. “Everything okay sir,” the waiter inquired, snapping me back to the moment. I tore my eyes away and looked up, then down at the ice cream, then up again, trying to reset my brain. “Yes,” I replied, “thank you. It looks…delicious.” I don't think I was talking about ice cream. And from the way his forehead wrinkled I think he knew that. I dipped the spoon in and took a bite. He nodded and moved past me to the table waiting on drinks. Staring at the bowl I tried to collect my thoughts. But all I could picture was the perfect pocket of pleasure framed between those gently tanned thighs. I lifted my head. Her legs remained splayed, treasure visible. Leaning back in her seat she lifted one foot, skimming her calf up over her shin until one knee rested over the other, closing the curtain on my view. Our gaze met. The corners of her mouth curled up and her eyebrows shrugged, and I felt the stir in my groin as I realized that perhaps…I was meant to see what I saw. I smiled a little. Then stopped. Her friends had turned to watch me, giggling into the hands covering their mouths. I scooped a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it into mine, staring at the table. Nothing like looking creepy in front of attractive women half your age. I decided to finish my dessert and keep my eyes to myself, get back to my room before embarrassing myself further. Before I could execute my plan, the women settled their tab and left. Through the glass I watched them skip across the parking lot toward the hotel, laughing with each other along the way. Something slipped from the brunette's swinging hand, and when she stooped to pick it up she looked back in my direction. I flinched, wanting to turn away. But I couldn't. She was mesmerizing. She flashed a smile, then ran to catch up with her friends. I waited until I was sure they were settled in their rooms before heading back to mine. I ambled into the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. I was in good shape for 40 plus. Ten years ago I might have made a pass at them; bought them a round, slid over to their table, try to talk one into joining me in my room. Instead…I took a shower, cranked up the air conditioning, and went to bed. Thursday morning I grabbed some apples from the breakfast bar, threw on a tee shirt and cargo shorts and prepared to hit the trail. It was a little after 8:00, about 75 degrees. The weather app promised 85 by 2:00 pm, which gave me plenty of time to loop the long trails before the heat became oppressive. Armed with two frozen water bottles and the fruit in a small backpack I caught a ride share to the park and headed out. The forest was teaming with life. Birds of all feathers chattered in the trees while rabbits and squirrels and other small creatures darted about in the in the brush below. The canopy was lush and thick, filtering much of the early light and heavily shading the first few miles, making for a pleasant hike. But the trail was overgrown from nearly two years of under use. The deeper I forged into the trees the more difficult it became to stay on track. And the leaves that earlier shielded me from the sun now trapped its heat beneath them, turning a warm walk in a light breeze into a hot slog through a noisy sauna. I didn't remember the route as well as I thought, and before I knew it, I was lost. I took a seat on a fallen log and fished a bottle out of the backpack. The ice had melted but the water was still cool. After half the bottle I traded it for my phone and tried to figure out where the hell I was. Reception was spotty and the GPS couldn't decide between several locations. From the lay of the land and direction of my hike I decided to head northeast. At some point I would run into the river, which would lead me back to my trail. I finished the first bottle and resumed walking. The temperature continued to climb, humidity trapping sweat on my skin. The skitter of critters through the underbrush ceased and the bird songs faded into the heat. An eerie quiet settled in, tempered by the crunch of fallen twigs underfoot. My limbs felt dull and heavy and a thought repeated in my head. You should have stayed home. I was looking for a place to rest when I finally heard it. Running water. In spite of myself I picked up the pace, oblivious to the incline I'd been descending the past few minutes. Up ahead the canopy thinned, tree trunks spacing out along the edge of a clearing. Picking through the tall grass I emerged into the sunlight onto the smooth flat rocks forming the edge of the river. Marked with a boulder on the far bank was the entrance to the second trail. To my right, Lost River Falls. Fifteen feet up, the black shale outcropping curved into a gentle crescent. The lazy river curled over the edge in a soft, thin sheet, spilling into a shallow pool before funneling through a narrow channel to the river basin and snaking on downstream. Now high in the sky, the sun blazed the sparkling water white, casting a rainbow over the riverbank and a deep shadow on the vertical rock beneath the ledge. The gentle roar swelled in my ears. I intended to cross to the trail and head back, but it was so hot, and the mist in the air felt so enticing. I turned toward the falls, threading my way along the bank over the channel to the edge of the pool. On a rock nearby I set down my pack, flanking it with my boots moments later. Peeling of the sweat-soaked tee shirt I waded into the water. The pool was warmer than I expected, but much cooler than the air, instantly soothing my feet. I shuffled along the shale bottom until the water sloshed around my calves. Reaching out I pierced the curtain, splashing droplets over my face and chest. Drawing a deep breath, I closed my eyes and stepped into the falls. I stayed a minute, despite the chill, the water flushing the ick of the morning off my skin. It beat on my back and shoulders, leeching heat from my muscles and ache from my bones. I ducked under and out several times, like it was a rolling ocean wave on a Caribbean beach. Cleansed and refreshed, I returned to the rock. I rung out the shirt and laid it flat over the adjacent stone, then fished the second water bottle from the backpack. Bottle to my lips I soaked up the view. Vibrant green forest, shimmering white water, worn black rock winding through the landscape. I smiled to myself. Sure it was hot, but it beat the hell out of being stuck in the warehouse. The snap of a twig behind me drew my attention. Setting the bottle on the backpack I glanced over my shoulder and caught a figure crossing my periphery on the opposite bank. Shielding my eyes, I turned for a better look. And was not disappointed. At the far end of the crescent in a bright blue skort and a radiant white rash guard stood the brunette from the restaurant. She had clearly been hiking for some time. Her skin glistened with sweat, and the glossy fabric of her shirt clung to every curve of her torso. Her legs – long and lean – planted her firmly on the uneven ground. Her curls were tied back in a ponytail, exposing her face to the sun. I couldn't help but stare. She looked like a model in a Patagonia catalog. And it took only a moment before all I could think about was her in that blue dress, slouched in that chair, sipping her drink while showing me the world. The shriek of a hawk overhead broke my trance. I found her smiling at me, her head cocked to the side, eyebrows raised. Flustered, I acknowledged her presence and turned away. I needed to collect my shit and go; salvage whatever was left of my dignity. I stuffed the bottle back in the pack and shook out my shirt, hauling it on over my head. Soon it would weigh me down and I would need to take it off, but for now it was a cold towel on the back of my neck and that was just fine. Something disturbed the water behind me. Snapping up the backpack I turned to investigate. She stood before the falls, her back to me, gazing up at the gleaming ribbon spilling from above. The bands of a black sports bra crisscrossed her back, the rash guard scrunched in her fist was tossed casually into the grass on the far bank. Her hands disappeared in front of her, then reappeared above her head, taking the sports bra with them. Tipping her head back, she eased into the liquid curtain. The water sheared around her, cutting a sexy silhouette in the high noon sun. My cock stirred to life, craving the view from the other side of the falls. I knew I should get moving – I didn't want to be busted again. But something gripped me, held me in place, my imagination in overdrive. “Still just looking, huh.” I whipped my head back and forth searching for the source of the voice, before realizing it could only have one origin. I turned back. She had stepped back from the water, her fingers twisting round her ponytail, pulling out the band. With a flip of her wrists her curls burst out, slapping down over her back. She peered over her shoulder. A chill shot down my spine. Her eyes narrowed, the corners of mouth creasing up. She skimmed her hands along her sides and over her hips until her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her skort and the material bunched in her fists. She tugged them down slowly, a perfectly rounded bare ass rising like a sunrise over the fabric horizon. Watching me, she straightened up, skort slipping down her legs into the pool. “You know,” she said, tipping her head back, “it's better over here.” My dick strained against my shorts, drawn like a magnet to that little gap between the tops of her thighs and the base of her cheeks. She returned to the falls, disappearing under the water. The backpack slipped from my fingers, sluffing off the rock and into the grass. My head spinning, I waded toward her. She emerged from the cascade facing me. Rivulets of water streamed down her face. They trickled over her breasts; firm and high on her chest, dark nipples pointed upward, soliciting a touch. The streams continued down the flat of her belly, curling in at her hips and under her mound, before spiraling round her thighs and calves and melting into the pool. She poked two fingers under my chin and lifted it. “My eyes are up here.” “Sorry,” I replied, just a little nervous. “I'm easily distracted.” Her bright baby blues lingered on my face a moment before roaming down my body to the prominent bulge below my waist. Looking up, she smiled. “But not shy, I see.” She peeled off my shirt and threw it aside, then flattened her hands against my skin. They were soft, and cool from the water, a welcome disruption of the sizzling heat. I reached out, skimming my hands over the base of her ribs, then down to her waist and the curve of her hips. She leaned in, pressing them into mine, trapping my erection between us. A twinge shot through my core. I sighed. She had me. My attention wandered up to her breasts, cupping one sumptuous orb in each palm. Her head lolled, eyes fluttering, biting her bottom lip. I gave a gentle squeeze, dimpling the flesh and rolling my thumbs across her nipples. Her chest thrust forward, a groan escaping her throat. Leaning over I swirled my tongue over one before suckling it into my mouth. She shivered beneath me, drawing her breath between her teeth. I traded one for the other, back and forth, marveling at the tone and texture of the most perfect pair I'd ever laid lips on. She clutched at the back of my head, insisting I continue teasing her while clumsily fumbling with the clasp on my waistband. I kneaded her breasts in my palms, their mass resisting, plumping into the space between my fingers. I growled, invigorated by the memory of how pliable the body can be in its youth. Winning her battle with the clasp she stripped off my shorts and sprang my cock from its fabric prison. It jumped at the brush of her wrist and flexed in her grip as she tried to close her slender fingers around the shaft. The heat radiated out, warming her fist. She exhaled in my ear and followed up with a whisper barely audible above the falls. “Fuck me.” I plucked her nipple from my mouth and looked her in the eyes. “Here?” “Right here,” she confirmed, “right now.” I glanced around the clearing and into the woods. “Are you sure?” She snatched my hand from her breast and shoved it between her legs, curling my middle finger and dragging it through her slit. She was soaked, slick with her cream. “Right now,” she repeated. My hips swung forward with no input from my brain, prodding her belly with the tip of my dick. “What if someone sees us?” She hooked her arms around my neck. A devilish smirk creased her lips. There is nothing sexier than a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Well,“ she said softly, “then we should make sure they get a good show.” She pulled herself tight to my chest, transferring her weight to my shoulders. I braced myself as her legs left the water – first one, then the other – wrapping themselves around my waist. I held her buttocks tight in each hand, my penis pressed flat against her labia. Shifting my weight and dipping my hips I maneuvered the tip between those velvety lower lips and thrust myself into her pussy. She gasped – her mouth round, eyes bulging – as her canal expanded to accommodate the intruder. She fit like a glove two sizes too small, squeezing me tighter than I'd felt in years. Her gaze locked with mine she ground against me, acclimating to my girth with tiny strokes. Her shock turned slowly to lust. I lifted her ass and pulled it down on my dick, matching my thrusts to the undulation of her hips. Her juices seeped around me, oozing out over my balls. She lowered her head, moaning into my neck. Warm and clammy, our skin clung together, friction heating whatever slivers of space remained between us. Her writhing shuffled us toward the falls. The air was cooler here. It drew me closer. And before I knew it, we entered the deluge. I bristled at the cold, muscles contracting, pushing my cock deeper inside. She leaned away, gaining more leverage to rock her hips. The water forked around her tits, pooling in the crook of our bodies before spilling over into the river. I carried her through a little further, flattening her against the black rock wall. We hit with a thud and a grunt, her legs slipping from their position. I dipped down and hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting and throwing her calves up over my shoulders. With something to brace her now I pulled my cock back, teasing her with the glans before plunging back in to the hilt. “Ugh.” Her spine curled backward, stretching her abdomen and pointing her toes. Her squeals were like spurs in my sides, pumping my penis through that slippery steaming tunnel. She glared at me, jaw clenched, lip quivering each time I crashed inside. Her breathing grew ragged and short. “Wha…,” she stammered, “wha…what's your name?” Fuck. We hadn't even introduced ourselves. I leaned in hard, pinning her back to the rock and her knees to her shoulders. “Lucas,” I said. Clasping my face in her hands she smashed her lips into mine. “Fuck me Lucas,” she growled. “Make me cum.” A wave rippled through my groin, clenching everything below my waist. I held her tight as I could, racking her frame with the force of each thrust. Her grunts were like drumbeats, the driving rhythm to the symphony of our encounter. Her body coiled and shook and flexed, faster and stronger with each passing moment until suddenly, everything froze. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth gaped in a silent scream. Her legs trembled and her body shuddered, and her pussy gripped my cock like a vice as she gushed around it. She clawed my back, the sting of her nails accentuating each contraction. I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck, holding on, riding out the storm. Finally, I felt her chest heave, heard the breath rush past my ear. Her body began to relax, her limbs growing heavy in my arms and around my neck. Short, sweet whimpers disintegrated into a delirious giggle, sprinkled with curses once her lips could form the words. I eased off her chest and loosened my hold, allowing her legs to slip off my shoulders. Like jelly they tumbled over my arms and out of my grasp, her feet splashing in the water below. I pinched her waist and held her up while she regained her balance. She touched her twitching fingers to my cheeks, her thumbs clipping at my lips. She smiled. But said nothing. Her hands slipped down to my chest and gave a gentle push. I pulled away, springing my cock from her furnace into the open air. She eyed it hungrily, bobbing before her, coated in her cream and glistening in the sunlight. Her gaze fixed she rolled her body, flattening her palms and smushing her boobs against the rock wall. She wiggled her feet apart and dipped her back, pushing that bubble butt into my groin and trapping my erection between her cheeks. She humped against me, slathering my penis in a warm sloppy mixture of pre-cum, grool and sweat. The shivering thrill coursed through my shaft. My stomach flopped and my balls tightened, anxious to release their boiling burden. Prying her buttocks apart I leveled my dick and plunged it back into her pussy. She screamed into her shoulder, leaving teeth marks in her skin. She sagged at the knees, changing the shape of her channel and scrubbing new sensations into my glans. I clutched her hips in both hands, mesmerized by the curves of her ass, rippling with each collision. The urgency of our undulations increased, and it occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to enjoy this much longer. She threw herself back, impaling her sodden vagina on my cock. The squelching pricked my ears. Her whimpers and moans raised the hair on my arms. And soon my entire body buzzed with the current of an orgasm coiling to strike. I curled forward, laying my weight on her back. Skimming her belly I cupped her breasts, relishing the firmness in my fingers and tugging them down as I thrust up inside. With only moments before I'd lose control I pressed my lips against her ear. “What's your name,” I whispered. She gasped, her pussy constricting around my shaft. “Devon,” she panted, turning her head. Our eyes met. I held myself still inside her. “Suck my cock Devon,” I growled. “Make me cum.” She responded immediately, squirming out of my grasp and twisting around, sinking to her haunches. Her lips sealed around my dick, gliding up and down with ease, her tongue curling around the underside of the head and rod. My neck craned, jaw tight, muscles straining. I gathered fistfuls of her hair and scrunched it on the top of her head. The dam burst. And a summer's worth of hot, thick cum erupted into her mouth. The release roiled me to my core; my hips convulsing, penis throbbing. Rope after rope burst from my dick, each shot a miniature climax amplifying the whole. Her lips kept moving, up to my glans and down to the root, milking every drop she could. I could feel her throat working, trying to keep up. But there was too much to contain, and it spilled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin to her tits. I struggled to keep my balance. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding, and I didn't recognize the noises escaping my throat. I hoped the waterfall would cover them because I couldn't hold them in. I tried to pull away, but she dug her fingers into the meat of my ass, fixing me in place and draining my balls into her cheeks. Eventually the maelstrom subsided. The last remaining strands of cum oozed out over her tongue, pooling together for one final swallow. Dexterity returning to my fingers I raked hair out of her face and flipped it gently over her shoulders. She looked up at me, brazen and cool, clearly enjoying the fruits of her labor almost as much as I was. She slipped her lips off my cock with an audible pop. Watching me carefully she twisted her neck and worked her way down to the base of the shaft, slurping each testicle into her mouth. My dick skipped across her face, catching on her nose and leaving fine white threads in her dark manicured eyebrows. She continued for several minutes, working her lips and tongue, bathing my balls and polishing my penis with her saliva. It didn't take long before my erection was again as hard as it was when she'd freed it from my shorts. It ached in the heat of her mouth. Doubling over I took hold of her head and gently pulled away. She looked up at me. Pouted. I sighed, my lips breaking into a broad smile. She returned the gesture, adding a flip of her eyebrows. Releasing her I maneuvered past, slumping against the wall. I gathered myself, chest swelling with the rising mist. My head began to clear, my body relax, soothed by the colossal dopamine release that I only now discerned I was unfortunately too unfamiliar with. Devon straightened up beside me, unsteady on wobbly legs. She mimicked my pose and stretched her neck, delighting in the sunlight baking her face. Snaking a hand between her thighs she scooped out her cum with her middle finger and sensually tucked it into her mouth. She looked over, eyes lively, lips puckered around the digit. With her free hand she took hold of mine and backed away, dragging me with her under the falls. We showered together in the river, cooling our lust and rinsing away the evidence. We lingered in the water until we were cold before separating to recover our clothes. Five minutes and a few stolen glances later we met again at the trail marker on the far bank. We stood there together in awkward silence – strangely so, considering the intimacy of what we had done. Finally, I broke the ice. “It was umm…nice to meet you,” I offered, shifting the straps of the backpack over my shoulders. She looked away, smiling, picking at the hem of her skort. “Same,” she replied. I waited for more, but there was none. “I had a good time,” I added, unsure of why. She turned her head toward me. Nodded a little. “Not bad for an old guy.” “Oh wow,” I laughed, rubbing my palms in my eyes. She giggled next to me. Draping her arms around my neck she stretched up and kissed me on the lips. “What?” she protested. “I like old guys.” She unzipped the pocket in her skort and fished around inside. Withdrawing a key card, she pressed it into my palm. “Springhill,” she said. “Room 404. Come by around 10:00 – if you're interested.” I squeezed her hand in mine. “What about your friends,” I asked. She shrugged, bouncing her eyebrows. “Maybe they'll like you too.” by TheSleepingKing for Literotica. story audio, podcast, tryst, fling, spontaneous, stranger, anonymous, hike, park, vacation, kansas, waterfall, public, exhibitionist, seduction,

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Summer Friday rambles are back in session for this episode. Andy and Brendan begin with a keyboard malfunction, a conspiracy about vowel-less hats, and the latest Sun Day Red collection. There's a power ranking of Joe West, Joey Crawford, and Ed Hochuli spurred on by the “Travelers” alternate logo that SGS created. Then they get to a round of unsubstantiated rumors about sponsor's exemptions into signature events, a yippy superstar, and Boomer-confusion. Scottie Scheffler's comments about the wiregrass last week prompt further discussion on variety of course setups and skills, as well as the longevity needed to be one of the greats. News hits on Jay Monahan speaking to media at TPC River Highlands and if anything matters from it. They close with an SGS Golf Advice with some Tommy Tolles follow up, getting a motorized push cart, and getting your kids into golf.

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Evolutionary psychologist, Doug Lisle, PhD and social scientist, Jen Howk, PhD discuss the following listener questions:   1. How does one go about getting an objective personality test? I have a friend that constantly mentions that they are cursed with being highly conscientious and very agreeable. However most others in our friend group find them not very conscientious, and highly disagreeable. How does low intelligence impact distortions in ones own perceptions of their personality, and possibly reality in general?   2. I am a very agreeable female married for many years. My husband and I very occasionally disagree and I find I need to stand up for myself. He stays calm and I get really anxious in an argument and even end up saying things I don't even mean in the heat of it all which upsets me and him. Can I learn to stand up for myself but be calmer and if so can you help me with how to do this. 3.  In a great relationship, would a woman feel more comfortable if her mate was right more often than she was during disagreements?  4. I know that a child's personality can go through a kind of dramatic evolution from a young age to adulthood. For instance, I know a very pleasant, agreeable young man who was quite obnoxious when he was 10. And I would suspect that this development is all genetic, and that an identical twin would also be obnoxious at 10 and pleasant at 18.   I am wondering if there is a continual evolution  of the personality as an adult that is genetic.  For instance, I know a woman who became increasingly bitter over the years. Is she likely more bitter at 55 than 18 due to circumstances or due to genetics?   Copyright Beat Your Genes Podcast Host: Nathan Gershfeld                               Interviewee: Doug Lisle, Ph.D. and Jen Howk, Ph.D. Podcast website:  www.BeatYourGenes.org True to Life seminars with Dr. Lisle and Dr. Howk : www.TrueToLife.us   Intro & outro song: City of Happy Ones · Ferenc Hegedus

You wake up to the sound of the alarm on your iPhone. Annoyed that you couldn't get more sleep, you grudgingly unlock your phone to see what's going on in the world. There's an email from Amazon telling you that your package has been delivered. You force yourself out of bed to get the package. It's some Johnson & Johnson medicine you ordered the night before. The wonders of overnight shipping, you think to yourself. You glance across the room to see the clock, it's 8 a.m., and you have to be at work by 9! Flustered, you open your Microsoft computer to answer some work emails before getting dressed. There's no time to cook breakfast, so you'll just grab something at Mcdonald's on your way to work. What if I told you that every single company you just interacted with in the first hour of your day is heavily influenced in large part by one company - BlackRock. Now I'm sure you've heard all about BlackRock. There are dozens of videos here on YouTube that talk about how it's the company controls the entire world. But the reality is far less glamorous. Here is why everything you've heard about BlackRock is wrong. Website: https://aperture.gg/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@ApertureScience Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theapertureyt/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheApertureYT Merch: https://aperture.gg/merch

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In this Weekly Roundup we cover Don Lemon in hot water at CNN over sexist comments, AI Bosses being used to fire employees, Child Labor discovered at slaughterhouses in America, Bernie Sanders calls out Corporate Media on air, our BP Partner Spencer explains How Walmart and Amazon crushed small business, Buttigieg gets upset when a reporter asks if he is going to East Palestine, and Louis DeAngelis from StatusCoup explains from the ground in East Palestine, Ohio how the issue of Water Tests has become endangered by corporate corruption.To become a Breaking Points Premium Member and watch/listen to the show uncut and 1 hour early visit: https://breakingpoints.supercast.com/To listen to Breaking Points as a podcast, check them out on Apple and SpotifyApple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/breaking-points-with-krystal-and-saagar/id1570045623 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4Kbsy61zJSzPxNZZ3PKbXl Merch: https://breaking-points.myshopify.com/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this Weekly Roundup we cover Don Lemon in hot water at CNN over sexist comments, AI Bosses being used to fire employees, Child Labor discovered at slaughterhouses in America, Bernie Sanders calls out Corporate Media on air, our BP Partner Spencer explains How Walmart and Amazon crushed small business, Buttigieg gets upset when a reporter asks if he is going to East Palestine, and Louis DeAngelis from StatusCoup explains from the ground in East Palestine, Ohio how the issue of Water Tests has become endangered by corporate corruption. To become a Breaking Points Premium Member and watch/listen to the show uncut and 1 hour early visit: https://breakingpoints.supercast.com/ To listen to Breaking Points as a podcast, check them out on Apple and Spotify Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/breaking-points-with-krystal-and-saagar/id1570045623   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4Kbsy61zJSzPxNZZ3PKbXl   Merch: https://breaking-points.myshopify.com/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Drama between Camille and Alissa reaches a breaking point and Capt. Sandy is forced to step in. A Bollywood dancing group of guests gives the crew a run for their money with their late-night drinking and partying. Flustered by the guests' many demands, Rachel's dishes are hit or miss, and her slow timing leaves the guests hungry. Crew chatter and antics lead to one crew member's demise.Buy Tix for LIVE SHOWS HERE! https://linktr.ee/realitygaysListen and review on our website https://www.realitygays.comFind us on the Socials:Tik Tok @realitygays https://www.tiktok.com/@realitygays?lang=enInstagram @RealityGaysPodcastFacebook @RealityGaysPodcastTwitter @RealityGaysPod Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On Tue.'s No Dunks, the guys discuss last night's action — SGA's game-winner, Lillard becoming the Blazers' all-time leading scorer, Anthony Edwards playing free and joyful, etc. — and the five players most likely to be traded: Kuzma to the Lakers? Poeltl to the Raptors? Vucevic to the Knicks? All that, plus a ball stall nomenclature lesson. (This episode is sponsored by NBA Top Shot. Start your NBA Top Shot collection today at hoo.ps/nodunks. Get closer than ever to the game and players you love.)--

On Tue.'s No Dunks, the guys discuss last night's action — SGA's game-winner, Lillard becoming the Blazers' all-time leading scorer, Anthony Edwards playing free and joyful, etc. — and the five players most likely to be traded: Kuzma to the Lakers? Poeltl to the Raptors? Vucevic to the Knicks? All that, plus a ball stall nomenclature lesson. (This episode is sponsored by NBA Top Shot. Start your NBA Top Shot collection today at hoo.ps/nodunks. Get closer than ever to the game and players you love.) --

Buenas Noches my necrotic night owls and bienvenidos to the fright-inducing finale of the ATT Spooktober Spectacular. Come and have a seat, there's plenty of open graves to go around. We end our revolting revelry with a collection of sinister stories to keep you up at night. Flustered phantoms, devilish deals, and menacing manicures all feature in our fanfare of fright. Join the Fearists for a ghoulish good time in a roundtable telling of some…Spooky StoriesAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy