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The Naiads: Chapter Three”The Naiads of Thessaly Springs” is the story of Wendell Connors, a recently divorced man of middle age, who has taken residence at an apartment complex. His neighbors, he soon finds, are a trio of beautiful college girls who love throwing parties. In chapter one, Wendell met Ashley, the exuberant blonde of the trio, and quickly developed an attraction to her after she tripped and fell into his arms when her heel broke. Wendell offered to repair the heel and have it ready for her the following morning. Wendell then spent an evening researching photos of Ashley on the internet and, to his own surprise, found he could not resist the temptation to masturbate onto her shoe and send her an anonymous photo of his erection for her.In chapter two, Ashely visited his apartment the following day and was very pleased at how soft and supple the leather of her shoe felt after Wendell had conditioned it with his special polish. Chapter three now introduces Sierra and Alexis, Ashley’s roommates. The naiads of Greek mythology were water nymphs who often interacted with mortals.This is a work of fiction. All rights are reserved.. . . . . . . . . .”Hi. Is Ashley here?””Hi! Yes, she is. Please come in.” Sierra is a stunning girl to behold when first setting eyes on her, even more attractive in person than in the photos I recalled seeing of her last night in Ashley’s apartment. A sexual aura surrounded her, and she seemed to be flirting with even a simple look, She wore a sort of trench coat style cover up that I wasn’t sure was a dress made to look like a coat, or a coat she wore as a dress. It had a belt cinched around her waist. Her bare legs made me wonder what, if anything, she wore beneath it. As I closed the door I noticed it was unseasonably cool, with a steady breeze blowing. I took that as evidence that Ashley’s choice of a light top and shorts must have been meant to show off for me! “There you are! Visiting men in your hoochie mama shorts!” Sierra said to Ashley. “Oh right. And you in your flasher gear!” Ashley laughed. Sierra just stared back at her, eyebrows raised, conveying that she was not amused. Ashley introduced us.Sierra looked around the room, appraising, hands in her coat pockets, eyes studying my decor. “You’ve fixed it up real nice, Mr Connors. No wonder Ashley didn’t come right back. Very comfortable.” Ashley apologized for keeping her waiting and said, “We’ve been having such a nice visit, I forgot about time.”Sierra had long, dark hair that she wore in ringlets which showered down over her shoulders, and beautiful large round eyes that gave off a naughty twinkle when she smiled. Her milk chocolate skin was a lovely contrast to Ashley’s fair tone. I was nearly ecstatic at having them both in my apartment, feeling more excitement than I’d known in years. For the first time, I believed single life wasn’t going to be so lonely after all.”Mr. Connors fixed my shoe like new!” Ashley said. “He even conditioned the leather to make it softer. It feels great. Touch.” Sierra pressed her hands into the shoe leather, softened with my cum, and agreed. “It will be so nice to have a man around!” Sierra said. Her eyes brightened with an idea. She turned to me and said, “Maybe you can fix our leaky faucet?””Yes! Can you? We hate having the maintenance man come around,” said Ashley. “Plus we weren’t supposed to paint our living room pink, so now …””No ‘we’ weren’t, were ‘we?’ ” Sierra interrupted. “And you’re paying me back my share of the deposit if we get evicted for it, Pink girl.” Sierra said, half-joking at what was apparently a minor disagreement between them involving decor. They were still laughing and smiling, though. They were a picture. Beautiful and sexy and filling my living room with laughter. So welcome.I agreed to look at the faucet and said it was probably something simple. “Sierra, please sit down. Let me pour you an Irish coffee.””Oh that sounds good, thanks, but just a short one.” She turned to Ashley. “We’re going to the beer store. What should we get? Wine maltepe escort coolers or flavored beer? Or both?””Rebekah likes Smirnoff Ice, any flavor. Get a couple of different ones,” Ashley said. “And Heather likes wild berry wine coolers.””I’m damn sure getting lots of those then!” Sierra said, and they both laughed. “Sounds like Heather is going to have a fun night! And a great headache tomorrow,” I said. “We’re planning on just that,” Ashley said. “The fun night part. See, she has a little thing for Sierra but doesn’t want to admit it, so, we’re going to force it out of her.””Oh. I see” I said. And oh, I saw. Sierra likes girls. I found the thought very interesting. “Well I hope I get to meet her, too. I’m sure she’s quite a girl.””She is. She’s so pretty and nice, but needs a little help coming out of her shell,” Ashley said. Sierra stood over my coffee table and noticed the chess set. “You play chess. You must be really smart. And nice pieces. Beautiful wood. Handmade?” I hoped she would bend over to study them more closely, so I could get a glimpse of the full, round ass I was sure was bare and beautiful under that coat-dress. I handed the cup of Irish coffee to her. She took a sip and said, “Mmm. Tastes good.” I smiled at the white cream mustache above her lip, stark against her brown skin.”Handmade? I believe so, yes,” I said, answering her question. “This set actually belonged to my grandfather. I’m afraid I don’t play as well as I’d like to.” She picked up the white bishop and examined it more closely. I stood beside her now. She smelled of a clean, fresh soap and water scent, and her curvaceous figure was apparent even covered as it was by her coat. My hand wanted so badly to explore the treaures waiting beneath it. She held the bishop close to her face and said, “This piece always reminds me of … ” She looked at Ashley, who grinned back at her. “Of this?” I unzipped my slacks and let my own white bishop pop out as I took a hand full of Sierra’s big round thing and gave it a hard squeeze. “Oh, Mr. Connors! What a beautiful piece you have! Let me look at it more closely.”Ashley watched as Sierra held the tip of my cock between her fingers, and said “Nice wood, isn’t it Sierra? I’ve been enjoying it.””Have a taste, sweetie,” I told her. She rubbed it against her full, dark pink lips.”Oh god, yes. No wonder Ashley came here in her slut shorts. To blow this gorgeous cock that I hope to see pictures of. Such beautiful wood!” I shot off on her face and left a milky white mustache under her nose, stark and creamy white against her chocolate bar skin. Sierra savored my cum, saying, “mmm tastes good…mmm.” Fantasy me watched fantasy Ashley watching fantasy Sierra licking my dick clean. “Don’t worry my sexy little party girl. My hard, white bishop belongs to you. And it always will.” Ashley said with a sexy little pout, “Its alright, my studly silver fox. I knew I couldn’t keep such a beautiful piece of man meat like you to myself for long.”Sierra put the bishop back in its square and wiped the cream from her upper lip. She turned her attention to my furniture next, and said, “Damn good taste. That’s a Remington sofa! Nice. And that leather club chair.” She looked next at the patio visible through the sliding doors. “A grill! I love barbecue!” She walked to the sliding door and opened it. “It’s a nice one, too! My dad has one like this.” Ashley and I joined her on the patio, which afforded an expansive view of the large k**ney bean shaped pool, with its fountain that spouted a tall tower of water intermittently, like a spring. It was the view of the pool that drew me to this particular apartment during my search for a new home. It was ringed by colorful flowers and lush green grass. On the left was a little hut which housed a hot tub, and was accessed by a privacy lock. To enter, one had to key a code into the pad beside the door. On the right was a gazebo containing a round table, though it was rarely used. At night, the scene was bahçelievler escort always beautifully lit to provide a serene view of the water, the fountain, and all the colors of the garden, with the only sound being the gentle crash and rush of the water.The patio, where we now stood, was large enough to accommodate the grill, two outdoor padded chairs and a small table. It was enclosed by a wooden wall about four and a half feet high, and was accessed by two sets of sliding glass doors, in an L shape. The other pair of doors led to my master bedroom. “Yes I’m quite the grill master. My specialty is brisket, but I do steaks, burgers, brats and franks. Whatever you like. We’ll have to have a cookout soon.” The girls smiled their approval of the idea and said they would plan everything. “It will be a true pleasure to cook for such charming dinner guests.” I told them. Images of topless young girls, laughing and splashing and playing in the water, skipping to my patio where I stood grilling, asking, “May I have another, Wendell?” as I held long, hot juicy Weiners to their mouths, fresh off the grill, came to mind. Some would have flowers in their hair, others would wear only their bikini tops and I would admire their smooth trims, or their pink hairlessness. It wouldn’t matter. Anywhere my eyes might fall they would find curvaceous thighs, and firm round asses jiggling, pussies glistening in the warm golden sun, stiff erect nipples on youthful, upturned breasts, translucent in all shades of pink. It would be paradise. Sierra looked across the way, toward their own enclosed patio, and said, “Look! You can see right into our big bedroom from here.””Oh yes, I see.” I said. “I must remember that at bedtime!” The girls laughed. “I think we can make sure you like what you see!” Sierra said, promising fun. “Especially Alexis!” “That show might be i*****l!” Ashely said with wide eyes looking at Sierra.Sierra exclaimed to her, “Alexa!” and the girls doubled over with laughter at another private joke.”Alexa?” I asked, keenly interested. Ashley began, “Alexa is Alexis’s teenage … what’s the word? Protege?””That’s not the word I use!” Sierra said and the girls covered their mouths laughing. I saw a pretty blush come over Ashley’s face. Our attention turned then to a sound coming from the hot tub hut. The door opened and out stepped the lovely red head herself. My first look in person at Alexis. She stood in the hut doorway, keying a code into the pad with one hand and holding a pair of shoes in the other. She closed the door and looked our way. The girls waved to her and she approached. She wore a tight, form fitting dress of white polka dots on a navy field. Her hair was damp as were her bare legs. She walked the twenty or so steps down the path leading from the hut to the walkway that separated our apartments. “How is the water today?” Ashley said to her. Alexis grinned and said, “I’m refreshed, if that’s what you mean.” She stopped outside the patio gate and put her slippers on. “My ears were burning. I hope you’re not boring our nice neighbor with silly stories,” she said to the girls, with a very stern look that seemed to say, “Zip it!” Could she have heard the talk about her and her “protege” from inside the hut? She looked at me, and smiled. “You must be Ashley’s Mr. Connors.””Yes! And you are Alexis! I would have known you anywhere!” I said. “She said you’re handsome. She was right.”I would have loved believing Ashley had said that about me, but doubted it somehow. I was confident enough in my looks, but that’s not what I was hoping to win her with. I wanted to make her pussy purr and keep her coming back for more. And I knew I could. All I needed was one shot at it. “That’s so kind of you to say, Alexis. Please! Come in and join us! We’re having Irish coffee. Let me get you a cup.” I opened the gate in front of her and held it for her. She stepped onto the patio, and followed me and the other girls back into the living room.”I see you’re adana escort interested in vintage pin up art!” Alexis said. “Is that a Varga poster? My dad loves this stuff!” She was looking at an 80s reproduction of a Varga original, a 1940s pinup piece of a beautiful redhead who looked, now that I saw her standing in front of it, very like Alexis. The model in the artwork stood with her back to the viewer, on tiptoes, in a backless swimsuit that showed her long Varga girl legs and slender hips and ass. I stood in the kitchen pouring her drink as Alexis slipped out of her shoes and stood on tiptoe, imitating the pose. “Hold that!” I said, and reached for my camera. I snapped a shot of Alexis and the lithograph together. While her legs did not match the superhuman length of Varga’s girl, her little round ass easily won the contest. I showed the girls the photo and they each asked me to send it to them. In a few minutes, I had all three of their phone numbers. I told Alexis that I bet her dad’s having such a lovely redhead of his own probably led to his appreciation of Varga’s art, since Varga seemed to have a predilection for red hair. “Maybe. I never knew that.” She continued looking at my art pieces and her eyes landed on some of the framed photos on my bookcase. “Oh my god! She’s so pretty! That must be your daughter. She looks just like you.” She and the girls turned their attention to a photo of my daughter on the bookcase. “Thank you, yes, that’s Monae. I took that photo very recently too. She’s my best girl. I miss her very much.”After a bit semi-awkward silence, Ashley said, “It can be so hard when families split up, I know.””Well, you seem to be easing back into the single life pretty well, Mr. Connors,” Alexis said. “I hadn’t even known you five minutes before I was posing for you and giving you my phone number.” “Ha! Ha! He’s a smooth operator! Sierra said. “Oh this is so good,” Alexis said sipping the coffee and wiping the cream from her lip. ‘I’m sure we have many friends who can help ease you back into the swing of single living.” Alexis traded a sly look with Ashley, who glanced at me with a wink and said, “I saw him first!” Alexis put her cup of coffee down, turned to look at me over her shoulder and lifted her tight, polka dot dress over her hips, exposing her creamy white little ass, and hot pink lips. “My pussy is burning for you, Mr. Connors! Bore into me with that vintage cock!” She wore a matching polka dot thong that I pulled down the length of her long slender Varga girl legs to her ankles. “Unzip it! UnZIP it!” she demanded, unable to wait another second for my cock to impale her. “Fuck me a daddy baby. Like I’m your best girl!” She stood now on tip toes, barefoot, looking at me over her shoulder. “I’ve only known you five minutes and I want your cock in every hole in my body, you bachelor stud muffin!”I emptied my nuts between her firm, honey colored butt cheeks and watched my cream roll down the curvaceous line from the back of her thigh down her calf and into her slippers.”Oh is that the heel you fixed for Ashley? It looks like nothing ever happened.” She bent at the waist to lift it off the table and held it in her hands. My eyes fixed onto her pretty round ass and the polka dot fabric straining to cover it without bursting. I took a mental snapshot of that pleasing little image for later. She examined Ashley’s closely and wrinkled her nose. “The glue smells so…natural?””It’s something of his own invention. The polish. Will you do my other one Mr. Connors?” Ashley looked up at me with that innocent, hopeful look on her face. I looked at her and smiled. “I don’t think that will be any problem, Ashley.””And don’t forget the bathroom faucet!” Sierra said.”Oh cool. You do plumbing? Will you install a new shower head for me? With lots of pulsating jets?! Alexis said.”Well I’m not a plumber, but-“”Oh my god! He just met us! Let’s not pit him to work the first day!””I’m sure those jobs won’t be any problem, girls. Maybe tomorrow I can take a peek at your plumbing.”At this the girls doubled over in laughter. I had to think for a second at what. Then it hit me, and the look of embarrassment that came over my face made their laughter increase. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy peeking at our plumbing, won’t you?” Alexis said.All at once we became aware of a voice outside my door. “We know you’re in there! Come out!”
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