Mina, Mitch, and Smudge Too

Firstly, I would like to personally thank to a wonderful volunteer editor, Passionisbest, for all of his advice and collaboration.

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Mina stood in front of the wash basins and caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Her chest was flushed, and her tanned skin glistened with perspiration. Her make-up was holding up well, dark eye shadow making her bright green eyes appear even more translucent than normal. Lips full and what was left of the red gloss, gave her a sexy pout.

As she looked at herself, she felt a flush spreading through her body.

She was horny.

She needed to bag herself a man or even a woman. That night she had needed sex.

It began on a cold and sleety Saturday night in February some 10 years ago.

Mina had been invited to a Rocky Horror themed party. The venue was a place called The Drop Zone.

The Drop Zone is a parachute club.

This club was part of an Army flying training camp. Along with being the place where the army trained soldiers to jump out of planes, it hosts commercial parachuting, as in Joe public jumping out of planes.

Within the club, there is a bar. A bar that Mina had frequented a few times, with the same friend that had invited her to the party. Her friends, father was a parachute rigger at the club.

So, when said friend invited her to the party it took little consideration for several reasons. One, it was a Rocky horror themed party, she would get to wear sexy Basque and stockings, two, it’s based on an Army camp, lots of hot, fit, horny army boys, three, there is a bar which means alcohol and finally there would be great music so she could dance. This was for Mina, a no brainer.

On the night, she had gone all out with the costume. A fully boned black corset, made from silk with ribbon laces all the way up the back.

Steph, the friend who had invited Mina, had been tasked with getting her into this medieval contraption and had taken great delight in pulling those laces as tight as she could. To the point she felt as if only a quarter of her lungs were fully functioning. The result was that her not so insignificant breasts were pushed skywards, meaning the upper half of them had been exposed in their full glory.

The corset came down as far as her belly button. A very small pair of black, wet look hot pants covered her most vulnerable bits, and the outfit was finished off with black fishnet stockings, black 5-inch thigh high, stiletto boots, and a pair of long black PVC gloves.

Mina’s make up was vampish, dark and seductive. She had waved her mass of dirty blonde hair and hoisted it into a high ponytail, pulling it off her face, completing the vixen stroke vamp look.

Mina was rocking the Rocky Horror theme; she also had complete sympathy with the ladies of old having to wear a corset every day. “No wonder so many of them fainted,” she thought to herself, “they were items which were equal in both beauty and torture.”

When Steph and Mina walked into the bar that night, it was in little doubt, that Mina, was the sexiest bell of the kinky ball.

Steph was also no wall flower, she was tall, long auburn hair, brown eyes, and great skin but she was conservative. She had found a Basque that was suitably “Steph” it covered her completely up top, she opted for tights under shorts and a pair of heels. She hated make-up and so had gone neutral with just lip gloss, mascara and some blush. A natural beauty all the same.

But the eyes in the room had most definitely been on Mina.

She could feel the buzz of anticipation crawling on her skin, the anticipation of just what that night could have in store. She was out for a good time on that night, out to have fun, she had hoped that she would pull and end the night having some form of sex. She didn’t even need it to be mind-blowing, although that would be a bonus, but sex was a must.

Little did she know at that moment just what was going to unfold later that night.

The club was not large. Built in the 1950’s a single- story brick building. The limited number of windows were shuttered on the inside.

The main bar area was furnished with a mish mash of old wooden chairs and battered leather sofas. A handful of brown wood tables, which were covered in black tablecloths and hosted large red pillar candles burning in glass bottles. There were various large screens on the walls, all were dark that night but normally during the weekends, when there were a lot of jumpers, the screens would be alive, playing skydiving and parachute videos. Some would play live feeds from people who were jumping in real time. The parachute scene, it seemed was very similar to the surfing scene. They had their own language, they were all adrenaline junkies, most were free spirits and almost all were a little crazy.

The candlelight was enhanced only by the coloured, flashing lights of the disco deck, which had been set up at the back of the rectangle room and with the lights from behind the small but well stocked bar.

The room was decorated suitably with black and red paper banners and hanging decorations. There were Rocky Horror posters on the walls. They had tried to make the venue feel suitably Rocky Horror.

The DJ was playing Whatever Happened to Saturday Night, by Meatloaf, from the original soundtrack.

There were already about 30 guests scattered around the room. Most of which were sporting some form of Rocky Horror fancy dress. From full on Frank n Furter garb to the more reserved Brad Majors, sports jacket and thick glasses.

There had been only a couple of other ladies who had been brave enough to wear more risqué attire. However, none had been as full-on vixen as what Mina had opted for.

The attention that she received was testament to the effort that she had made, and the amount of naked skin that she had on display.

The friends made their way to the bar. The barman was a tall, dark haired guy. He was well built, with sparkling blue eyes and a naughty smile. A smile he had been quick to flash in the direction of Mina.

“Well Stephanie who is this sassy little lady?” he asked with a wink.

“This is Mina, a good friend, Mina this is Smudge, no one knows his real name” she said, “probably because he has several disgruntled wives searching for him,” she added with a laugh.

“Well, you know, some men can’t help being magnets to the opposite sex” he winked, and the naughty smile broadened

“Indeed, they are” Mina nodded, “and some are magnets for trouble.”

He laughed. His laugh deep and genuine.

“Give us bottle of your best Chardonnay,” Steph said, and they both leant against the bar

“I can give you the best of what I have, although I’m not sure it’s really up to your standards.”

“I’m sure that it will make do this evening,” she replied.

He poured the wine, all the time looking at Mina, with a mix of curiosity and an unmistakable hint of desire.

They picked up their glasses and Steph grabbed the bottle.

“Well ladies have a good time and feel free to keep me company at the bar,” Smudge nodded at them, making eye contact with Mina. She tilted her glass his way, by way of acknowledgement.

They found a table and took a seat with their wine.

“Smudge is full of himself,” Mina said before taking a large sip of wine. He had been right, it wasn’t the best, but it would do the job.

“That he is,” Steph raised her voice to be heard over the music, “but he’s a nice guy, dads known him for years.”

Mina glanced back and watched as he worked the bar. Flashing the smile, moving deftly and giving each customer a little time. She was impressed by his bar skills.

They finished their first glass of wine and then drained the bottle into their glasses. Wanting to be able to move around freely, without the awkwardness of the cumbersome bottle.

With very full glasses they mingled for a while. Steph introducing Mina to people that she hadn’t met previously. Making small talk and flirting with every single guy in the room. Truth be told they flirted with every man regardless of whether he was single or not. There weren’t as many of the military contingent, that Mina had hoped for. Those who had been present, were not really her type one way or the other. It had been a rather disappointing show of male attendance.

They drained their glasses and put them on the table before deciding it was time to dance. By 10.30 the bar had filled up considerably and it was getting warm. A handful of people had taken the plunge and hit the floor. The ones that had arrived early and had already had more than a few, to loosen their inhibitions.

The DJ was finally playing songs that were not from the Rocky Horror soundtrack. When they made their way to the small, wooden dance floor, he was playing Low by Flo Rida. This was a tune that most people couldn’t help shaking their ass too.

Making the most of showboating her body in the revealing outfit. Mina moved to the music, following instruction from Flo to go, “low, low, low” Spreading her thighs and squatting to the beat. A guy that clearly known Steph had accosted her and she was gyrating against him, much to his delight.

Mina couldn’t help but get a flush of desire as she watched her friend, straddle his thigh with hers and start to rub against him. She could see the look on his face and knew that his balls would be twitching in his jeans. She may have been a little conservative in the way she dressed but Steph, was not conservative in the way that she behaved.

Mina continued enjoying the beat. A couple of guys, one which she recognised, as an instructor at the club. The other she didn’t recognise. The men shuffled their way towards her and were attempting to dance, next to her. The instructor was tall and thin, too thin to be of interest to her. She liked her men to be, well, manly. Blonde hair and grey eyes, he was tanned and not unattractive. He looked at her like she was the first course for dinner, as he manoeuvred closer.

Not to let an opportunity to tease pass her by, she raised her arms and swivelled her hips to the music, as she moved in towards him. He put his arms around her, clasping them around her lower back. She placed her arms around his neck and began to move against him.

She could feel the heat of his body against hers as she gyrated her body to the music. She smiled a mischievous smile at him and leant back into his arms so that he was holding her up. Pelvis to pelvis with him., she made sure that their bodies were as close as possible.

Her breasts were being pushed further up in the Basque and Mina could see him looking down at them like they were large pots of gold, that he just had to get hold of.

As she straightened to face to him, his friend, a shorter, stocky guy, with black shaggy hair and dark eyes that seemed too close together, moved in behind her. He put his hands on her waist and pushed up against her firm ass with his pelvis. Mina was now the meat in a testosterone fuelled sandwich.

She laughed, putting her head back and leaning it against Stocky’s shoulder. Her hips thrusting forward towards Blondie and then pushing back against Stocky, whose hands were running up her sides, to the outside of her ample breasts and then back down again.

Meanwhile Blondie was holding onto her hips and pulling her tight into his crotch.

She could feel a slight bulge in Stocky’s jeans as she pushed backwards. Someone it would seem had been getting very excited. However, before he could get embarrassingly hard, the DJ changed the song. The Time Warp brought an influx of people to the floor and had been a well-timed excuse for her to prise herself from both pairs of wandering hands.

“You want a drink?” Stocky shouted above the music. His face was flushed red, and his hair was wet with sweat.

“No thank you, I am just going to go to the ladies, but thanks anyway,” the last thing she wanted was for him to get the wrong impression. She had no intention of spending any time with this man. He would have to keep the dance in his wank bank.

She made her way to the ladies, collecting admiring looks on the way.

The ladies were, as all ladies’ toilets are, busy. A queue of four or five ladies were waiting for one of only two cubicles to become vacant.

It was still sticky hot even in the toilets.

Mina stood in front of the wash basins and caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Her chest was flushed, and her tanned skin glistened with perspiration. Her make-up was holding up well, dark eye shadow making her bright green eyes appear even more translucent than normal. Lips full and what was left of the red gloss, gave her a sexy pout.

As she looked at herself, she felt a flush spreading through her body.

She was horny. She wasn’t turned on at herself, she just couldn’t help but think about the dance she had just had with the two men. Being pressed against both at the same time. The feel of their hands exploring her body, their breath on her skin, the look in their eyes, the bulge in Stocky’s pants. Mina’s heart was beat a little faster and a little harder. She could feel the familiar warmth and ache between her legs as the thoughts in her head caused her body to react physically.

The queue cleared, and she was next into a cubicle. Unclipping the suspenders, she pulled down the little black, tight fitting hot pants and took a seat. She peed. Wiping herself she felt a tingle through her pussy. Jesus, she was feeling horny. If there hadn’t been more eagerly waiting ladies outside, she may have taken the time to stroke her clit, rub its swollen head, slip her fingers inside and ride them until she came over them.

Frustratingly though, she did not have the time for such pleasures. She would need to find them elsewhere. She wiped and redressed. Even the feel of the replaced hot pants material against her sensitive pussy felt stimulating.

She needed to bag herself a man or even a woman. That night she had needed sex.

She had known that there was at least one contender for the job of satisfying her needs and that was Smudge. She was pretty sure by the way he had interacted with her, that she could, if she had wanted to, end up in his bed. From what she had seen of the other men at the party, he was bar far the best catch.

So, during the evening she made frequent visits to the bar, endearing herself a little more to the cheeky barman. He was amusing, masculine, attractive and he made her tingle in all the right places. He was winning the race to Mina’s pussy.

It was during one of these said visits to the bar that Mina had sensed someone standing next to her. She had sensed his body, tall, athletic. She could smell him, he smelt good. She inhaled the expensive scent, woody, salty-sweet and creamy. It was intoxicating. Then the presence next to her spoke.

“Howdy mate pint of the usual,” he was American, Mina wasn’t great with American accents, but she could tell immediately that he was central western. Most likely Texas. The use of “Howdy”, had to be Texan. He had the southern drawl but with a twist. It was a soft musical drawl. His voice was deep and husky.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him turn towards her. He was in her space but that was ok, she looked up and felt her stomach flip and pulse quicken. She also felt a warm throb between her legs.

The guy was jaw droppingly handsome. In less than a heartbeat, Smudge was history. One way or another this yankie cowboy was taking her to bed and not to sleep.

“I don’t think we have met; I would have remembered you,” he drawled, his dark blue eyes locking hers over his pint glass as he took a long draw on it.

“Likewise,” Mina had agreed and met his stare full on.

“Dance?” he asked. Although it sounded like, “Day-unce.” He placed his pint on the bar.

His hair was sandy blonde, thick and messy. Not long. But on the verge of “surfer” style. He was tanned, his face was rugged, he had clearly spent a lot of time outside. The fine lines etched at the corners of his eyes, added a depth of character, made him interesting. His features were chiselled, defined cheek bones and strong chin. His mouth was full, his smile was broad, and typically American, very white and very straight teeth.

“Why not?” She nodded and flashed her best “the challenge is on” smile.

He took her by the hand and led her to the floor. His hand was strong, big. Her hand felt dwarfed inside his.

He was a quick mover. It wasn’t often that guys went straight into asking for a dance. Most avoided dancing unless very drunk or desperate or both (Blondie and Stocky).

The song that was playing was Buttonz by the Pussy Cat Dolls. “Perfect timing,” She had thought to herself.

He pulled her close, strong hands on her hips as she began to rock her hips against him, arching her back as he held the bottom of it, she leant back until her head was nearly on the floor. Coming back up, he moved his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her face only an inch from his. They moved to the beat. The Dolls were saying how they, “Don’t like it when the physical leaves them asking for more.”

Mina couldn’t have agreed more. She was lip syncing the words, eyes locked on him, as she took hold of each side of his shirt collar. Hips, pressed against his, their bodies glued together.

She ran her hands down over what she could feel was a well worked chest, as she mouthed the words, “Loosen up your buttons baby.” She winked at him.

He leaned in close, so that his mouth was next to her ear. He had to bend down, he stood 6ft 1″ plus.

“You don’t have any buttons, from what I can see,” His mouth lingered next to her ear a second or two longer than needed.

She stretched upwards towards his ear, “No but I have laces, much easier to loosen!”

“You are one sexy fucking lady,” He leaned into her ear once more.

His mouth so close to her skin it made her shiver. Electricity ran down her spine and a hot flush spread between her legs. She hoped that the moan was inside of her head and hadn’t escaped her lips.

The song was coming to an end. He laughed, grabbed her hand and led her away from the dance floor. As they approached the bar, Smudge was watching the couple closely.

“So, you’ve met Mick then?” He asked. Mina realised for the first time that neither of them had introduced themselves to each other, prior to the raunchy dance.

“She has indeed,” Mick answered for her and put his arm around waist, “you didn’t want her all to yourself, did you?”

Smudge shook his head and laughed, “You’re a fucker Mick, but fair play.”

To Mina he said, “Good luck lovely you will need it!”

“Oh. I think it will be him that needs the luck,” She countered and winked. She couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Smudge. He seemed like a nice guy, and she had been leading him on all evening. However, that night, she was also very much out for her own ends, and Mick had won this contest hands down.

“By the way my name is Mina,” She turned to Mick and held out her hand. He took it, lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of it. Looking up at her as he did.

“Well, Mina it’s a mighty fine pleasure to meet you, as you just heard, my name is Mick” He let her hand go. She nodded her response to his introduction.

The party was beginning to wrap up, people were making their unsteady way out of the club. The DJ was packing up.

Mina had found Steph near the exit, giggling and being propped up by her on and off again “friend with benefits” Ashley. Mina hadn’t even noticed that he had arrived at the party.

“I take it you will be making your own way home,” she laughed, nodding towards to Mick.

“The little lady won’t need to get home, not until the mornin’, I’ve plenty of room,” Mick smiled at her and pulled her hip to hip, to him.

Mina broke free of his grip and went to Steph. He put her arms around her and whispered into her ear, “I’ll be fine, I need to practice my reverse cowgirl.” Steph laughed so hard Mina thought she might pee herself.

“Have fun cowgirl,” she managed to splutter as she and Ashley staggered off in the direction of the carpark, where several taxis were already being filled with the tipsy and rowdy party goers.

Outside, the chilled February night hit her, it was freezing. She felt herself shiver, despite feeling flushed with both wine and desire, along with being wrapped under Mick’s arm. He stopped and removed his coat and wrapped it around her.

“I’m fixin’ to get into something a little naughty?” he asked, “how about you darlin’?”

“Hell yeah,” She laughed

He took her hand and led her towards one of several wooden platforms that were spread out over the airfield. These platforms had large windstock flags standing on the top and were also used as viewing platforms. Windstocks are large conical shaped flags and are used to show the direction of the wind. You will see them on airport runways. Quite useful on a drop zone. The jumpers can see which direction the wind is blowing to help them traverse their landings, hopefully meaning that they don’t end up landing in someone’s back garden or worse.

“Up there?” She asked, looking up, her stomach dropping just slightly at the thought of climbing the not so sturdy looking ladder.

“I reckon, it’s a great view,” Mick was clearly enjoying the fact that Mina looked a little shocked at his suggestion.

Not one to back down to a challenge she gathered herself and faced him, “Ok, why not, although not what she was expecting?”

With that Mick motioned for her to start up the ladder. Cautiously, she was wearing thigh high, stilettoed boots, not the most suitable attire for climbing ladders in the middle of the night. Halfway up and she found herself questioning what she was doing?

“However, this view is actually much better,” Mick said as he began to follow her up the ladder. She couldn’t help but smile as she realised, he was referring to her ass.

Reaching the top she took a long deep breath, steadying herself. He took her hand, and they went towards the edge of the platform.

As they looked out over the Drop Zone the wind whipped around them. The view out over the airfield was magnificent. The lights of buildings and houses in the far distance, glistening in the deep February night. The sky was alive with stars.

Mina was exhilarated, she could feel the blood coursing through her veins. She had always loved the night; feeling more alive than at any other time than when darkness descended.

She turned to Mick, “Well if you don’t want me to freeze to death you better do something to warm me up.”

He pulled her into him and bent his head to her upturned face and kissed her long, hard and deep. She kissed him back, matching his intensity. He was nibbling her lip, his tongue then probing her mouth. He kissed his away across her cheek and down the apex of her neck. His strong arms holding her so tight she couldn’t move. The feeling of his moist, hot kisses on her skin setting her body on fire.

She could already feel the dampness between her legs, the heat spreading upwards.

She could feel his hardness against her hip as they continued to kiss. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest; erect nipples sensitive to the feel of him.

She found herself burying her fingers into his thick hair and pulling his head down. Forcibly encouraging him to kiss his way lower than her neck, down over her chest and to the swell of her breasts, breasts that the corset was pushing vigorously upwards. He traced his tongue over the swell, he was almost knelt to allow himself the angle to be able to work on her breasts and look up at her at the same time.

His eyes were dark pools in the half-light but the desire and lust in them burned bright.

His hands went to her suspender clips and with little effort he unclipped them. Mina knew what he wanted. She stepped back from him, he was knelt in front of her, fully on his knees.

she slowly slipped her fingers into the side of the hot pants and slowly started to pull them down. Thumbs hooked into each side, swaying her hips seductively as she did so, strip tease style.

Just as they hit the ground and she stepped out of them, he moved forward still on his knees and with one hand holding each hip, he began to kiss her stomach, his tongue trailing from one hip bone to the other.

She moaned aloud this time, her fingers buried deep into his hair, she pushed his head lower, pushing her hips forward. He kissed down to her bikini line; she could feel her own wetness spreading between her legs. Her pussy was throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat. He slowly probed his tongue just slightly between her pussy lips. She was grinding her hips into his face, desperate to feel his tongue on her clit. He responded by teasing her clit with his tongue.

He was driving her crazy, her pussy was open, wanting, waiting, needing to be filled. But he just held her ass in both hands and continued to lick and suck around her lips and her clit.

She could feel the orgasm building, but he knew just when to stop, when to kiss away from the hot zone and leave her gasping for more. Then he would work his way back and bring her close again.

Finally, she could take no more and she pulled his head back away from her.

He made his way to his feet, making a point of licking his lips.

“Now that is one very tasty pussy,” he said as he stepped in and put one hand straight between her legs. His fingers spreading the lips and pressing her clit. She was so wet his fingers slipped over her clit easily and they felt amazing. She held onto him as he delved deeper inside her, kissing him hard as he did.

“I wanted to do this on the day-unce floor,” he said as he started to rhythmically fuck her with his finger. He was hitting the spot; he was fucking good. She thrust her hips in time with his movement, the cold was forgotten as she felt the heat spread through her body.

Then just as she could feel the orgasm building once more, he stopped and pulled his finger out. He placed his finger on her lips as she started to protest. He held the finger that had been inside her between their lips and licked it. She did the same. He was right, she did taste amazing. So sweet.

“Turn, that mighty fine ass around,” he demanded.

She did as he ordered and faced away from him. Suddenly his hand was on the back of her neck, and he was bending her forward, she grabbed for the handrail of the platform. At the same moment he placed one leg between hers and forced her legs apart. She could hear him undoing his jeans. The railing was cold, but she didn’t care. Her body had been so hot, she felt like she was on fire.

The experience that had been unfolding, was both crazy, and incredible. She had wanted sex that night, but she could never imagined that she would end up having sex on top of a wooden platform, in the middle of an airfield, with a gorgeous man that she had met less than five hours previously. A man that was going to take her, caveman style and boy had she been so ready for his cock.

“You want this? ” he had asked, and she could feel the tip of his rock-hard cock between her ass cheeks and probing for her pussy.

“Yes,” she breathed and pushed back against him, reached between her legs and grabbed for his cock, he allowed her to guide the tip to the hole. With one swift, firm movement he thrust into her. Mina gasped, he was big and thick, he filled her tight pussy completely.

His moans fuelled her lust, he took hold of her ass cheeks and started to thrust, she thrust back wanting every inch of him. As she looked out over the dark airfield, some stragglers from the party were walking by, completely oblivious to what was happening above them.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She moaned louder and thrust back as hard as she could.

“Go on my sexy little bitch, cum over my cock,” he was thrusting with amazing rhythm she was so close her pussy was stretched and gripping his cock. He was swelling inside her; she knew that he was close too. She was so wet her juices were making the inside of her thighs wet.

“So, this is where you are hiding,” the voice rose over their moans, but it took a second or two for Mina to register it, such was the frenzy of lust she was in. When the realisation did hit, she had jumped but she was pinned, by Mick and his cock. Mick had stopped thrusting, but he hadn’t pulled out of her.

“You’re a fucking perv Smudge, what the fuck y’all doing here?” Mick challenged, as he pulled his wet and still very hard cock from her.

Jesus, it was Smudge, “What the fuck was he doing on the platform?” she had thought to herself.

There had been a surprising mix of emotions going through her at that moment. Embarrassment at having been found in such a compromising position, and something else, a buzz, an exhilaration. The realisation that someone was watching, that the someone could see her bent double with a big hard cock in her exposed pussy had meant that the embarrassment had been overshadowed by an increased desire!

“Well as you stole my girl, I thought at the very least you would offer me an after-party drink or two at yours,” Smudge said mockingly.

She stood straight and turned to face Smudge. Mick was tucking his cock into his jeans and buttoning them up.

He turned to her, “Drink?” he asked.

She was dumbfounded and fucking frustrated, thinking to herself, “Was he not going to say anything else to Smudge about the fact that he had just gate crashed our private party? ”

Well, she was not going anywhere until this guy had finished what he started. So, she nodded. She had really needed that drink. Mina picked up her discarded hot pants and pulled them on, grabbed Mick’s coat and her bag from the floor and headed to the ladder.

“Aren’t you just a naughty little minx?” Smudge said as they began their decent down the ladder.

“More to me that meets the eye,” she responded, stepping from the ladder.

“Indeed, there is, I caught a glimpse of it up there,” he laughed and winked.

She felt her face flush, despite herself.

“Lucky you,” she retaliated and moved past him.

Mick led the way across the airfield. They approached the camp site area, where several camper vans, caravans and tents were all pitched up. The Drop Zone attracted jumpers from around the country and the world. A little like surfing, jumping becomes a way of life for some people. Hence, the camp site area.

He approached what can only be described as a huge Winnebago or RV, “Very American” she thought to herself.

“Welcome to my bachelor pad,” he waved his hand to the silver and black, shining colossus of a vehicle.

He then opened the door and went inside. She followed just as he hit the lights.

Mina was more than a little impressed. She was standing in a large living area located behind the cab. There were two large, pale tan soft leather sofa benches, with a table in the middle. This was next to the kitchen area. A kitchen that was impressive by any standard let alone a kitchen in a mobile home. What looked like dark oak cabinets and draws, a cream-coloured work surface and sink area. Opposite the benches and table there were two soft sofas with matching cushions. Past that there were two doors, she could only assume one was a bathroom and the other a bedroom. Soft carpeting ran throughout the living area, except for the kitchen area, where there was a small but functionable area of lino.

All the décor and soft furnishings were well co-ordinated. A blend of creams and browns. It felt luxurious, like walking into a hotel suite.

The lighting was atmospheric, recessed bulbs in the ceiling, floor level bulbs set into the kick boards of the kitchen. The low wattage lighting gave the entire space a homely and seductive feel.

“Wine?” Mick asked and headed to the kitchen area,

“Please,” she responded. The wine was much needed.

Pleased to be in the warm but very conscious of the continued wetness between her legs, her pussy still feeling stretched and unsatisfied.

“Jack Daniels for me mate,” Smudge said and went to sit on one of the benches. Mina moved to one of the sofas opposite him. Mick brought over a bottle of red with two glasses and a whisky for Smudge. Poured two glasses of red and left the bottle on the table where Smudge was sitting, then came to sit next to her on the sofa.

Mick placed the hand not holding his glass on her thigh. It was warm, he squeezed just a little. Shivers ran along her spine.

He then lifted his glass in a toast, “Here’s to good losers and even better mates” he winked at Smudge who raised his glass and nodded his head in acknowledgement. She tipped her glass, joining their toast and took a long drink from her glass. The red wine was the perfect temperature and she felt it’s warming effect in her chest.

She looked at Smudge, he was looking at her as he sipped from his glass. The atmosphere was becoming thick, electric, her senses were heightened. The adrenaline was pumping, her heart rate elevated. Mina was sensing something, but she wasn’t sure what. She didn’t feel uncomfortable or in danger, but her hippocampus had been on fire with something.

Mick picked up a control from the arm of the sofa, pressed a couple of buttons and music started to pipe through imbedded speakers. George Michaels silky smooth voice, singing An Easy Affair. At the same time the lights dimmed to a pleasant bluish white light.

She felt Mick’s hand on her thigh again and he began stroking it.

“Do you want to take those boots off or you plannin’ on running out on me?” he asked but he was looking directly at Smudge as he said it.

She laughed and handed him her glass, so that she could unzip the boots.

After removing the boots, she leant back in the sofa and took her glass from Mick

“They are some very kinky boots,” Smudge said

“I’m a very kinky lady,” the words had been out of her mouth in a heartbeat. She shocked herself at what she had said.

“I think we are starting to realise that Mina,” Smudge responded, winking at Mick as he did.

Mick’s hand had been continually stroking her thigh and he was asserting pressure to separate her thighs. She had resisted.

“So, Mick, what is it you do?” Mina tried to divert the conversation

“Oh Mick, doesn’t really work, he claims that he does, but what he really does is travel the world in this big bean can, throwing himself out of perfectly working airplanes,” Smudge’s tone wasn’t sarcastic, it was playful.

“My mate Smudge there, is just very jealous” Mick retorted “I used to be in the military, then when I came out, I became a parachute instructor. Now I do a little of that, I film people jumpin’ out of planes and I do a hell of a lot of travel” Mick’s accent was strong, his Texan drawl made the vowels “I” and “e” sound the same. Many “h’s” disappeared. He sounded like most cowboys in a good western movie. “Singing” would sound like “swayng-in”

The vague explanation of what he did, had been either deliberately undefined or his life was just that simple, she hadn’t been convinced either way.

“Ex-military, that must have been interesting,” she tried to keep the conversation going but the feeling of his hand on her thigh had made it difficult to concentrate. All she could think about was the feeling of his cock inside her and his hands on her ass. The warming, relaxing effect of the red wine had not helping her cause.

“Interestin’is one way of describin’ it,” he laughed and drank more wine

“And what is it the kinky Mina does in her real life?” it was Smudge who had thrown the question at her.

She turned back towards him, “I’m a psychologist”

A moments silence followed and then both men had burst into loud, deep laughter.

“You have got to be shitting me?” Smudge laughed, “mate you are in a world of trouble, if she works out the real you, she will either have you committed or arrested.”

Mick stopped laughing and pulled her to him, “Well my little brain Dr, what do y’all think I’m thinkin’ now?”

“I’m psychologist, not a psychic, but having sampled some of you earlier I would imagine that your thoughts aren’t all that clean right now,” she shocked herself at the response she managed to pull out of the depths of her semi-intoxicated brain.

“Good answer,” he had cheered and raised his glass, “here’s to unclean thoughts.”

She chinked glasses with him and then he leaned in and kissed her. His hand holding her head so that she couldn’t pull away. She could feel Smudge’s eyes on them, but she couldn’t help but kiss him back.

As they continued to kiss, the same dark but not entirely uncomfortable feeling swept through her. She had known that Smudge was watching them, he was watching, and he was sat less than a few feet from them. Then he spoke.

“It looked like you guys were passed the unclean thoughts stage earlier, it looked like you were getting down and dirty.”

Mick broke away from her. He looked at Smudge, “It sure is good to be spontaneous, makes life so much fun,” he stood and picked up the wine bottle. He topped up her glass and his. He then poured Smudge another Jack Daniels.

“Although you did manage piss on my parade, mate,” Mick continued.

Mina sipped her drink, a feeling of nervous anticipation along with a little fear had been building inside her.

She had realised where this had been heading. The alcohol had clearly slowed her brain to a crawl. She was supposed to be trained to read people; she studied human behaviour for a living, but she was only just realising where the situation had been heading, “Had this been a set up from the start?” she thought.

At that moment she hadn’t known exactly what it was she did want.

She was sitting in a camper van, a very expensive, very big camper van but a glorified camper van it was. With two men that she had met only a few hours previously and she knew nothing about them. Suddenly her bag, along with her phone inside it, had seemed a long way from her reach.

Now her somewhat sleepy hippocampus had started firing on all cylinders, “Had she made a terrible mistake?”

Mick returned and sat next to her. she was even more conscious of him next to her.

Her senses were then on high alert.

“Well, there, sexy lady, what do you think we should do?” Mick turned to her and leant in for a kiss.

Although she was on high alert, she responded to the kiss. She responded because that dark, tingling feeling was getting stronger. Something about the situation had been turning her on and she couldn’t deny it.

They kissed long and deep and as it went on, she realised that the thought of Smudge sitting there watching had been the turn on. The fact that he was watching, and if he was watching he would almost definitely be getting turned on.

Men are visual creatures; they respond to visual stimuli. That’s why the biggest proportion of porn viewers are men. They get off on watching sex, whether it was just naked women, women playing with women or watching full on sex, it gets them horny. Horny for men equals a hard cock.

As she was kissing Mick, his hands were roaming over her body, the thought of Smudge sitting there with a hard cock in his trousers, had started to drive her wild.

Instinctively she raised her performance. Letting lose her suppressed moans, kissing harder.

Mick’s hand went to her breast through the corset she could feel him squeezing it. Her nipples were already bullet hard and his touch on her breast was sending electricity directly to her pussy. At this point Micks question had still been unanswered. Maybe her actions had answered the question for him.

She was still cross legged at this point, her upper body twisted towards him. Finally, she uncrossed her legs. He was still caressing her breast with one hand and the other now went to the inside of her thigh. He parted her thighs further.