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Rosalie was surprised when Edward reached out and took hold of one of her hands, but she didn't mind, so she didn't say anything about it to him. She remained silent as he spoke to the clerk and told the other woman that they were going to try the clothing on first, and then decide if they were going to buy them. She followed as the clerk led them to the room and then left them alone. She watched as Edward closed the door once the clerk left them alone, locked it and then started to examine the room that they were in.

When he turned to face her once more, he directed her to pick out some of the lingerie that they had chosen and then go and try it on, while he sat down on the sofa that was in the room. The dark-haired young woman nodded, and then she walked over to the pile of clothes. She spent a few minutes looking through it, before she picked out two of the pieces of clothing and then walked off to change into them. The first thing she tried on, the tags said that it was a sheer nightdress with panties. Both of her eyes widened when she realized it didn't cover much of anything.

Rosalie removed her dress, bra, and heels once more and placed them to the side. Once that was done, she took a few minutes to slip into the new clothes, before she walked out to where he would be able to see her. The young woman blushed a bit as she stood in front of him and showed off her body while wearing these clothes. She definitely wasn't used to dressing this way. It was something she'd never even thought of wearing. Sure, she liked dresses that showed off her body a little, but this was more than she'd ever considered showing off.

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He sat on the couch, watching as she picked a lingerie to model and went behind the curtain to change. He could hear her removing her clothes, placing them on the side and getting into the sheer nightdress with panties. Then she stepped out and came over to him.

His eyes widened when he saw her, his bulge growing into a full arousal. She looked magnificent in the sheer lingerie, which hid very little. He wanted to keep a professional outlook, but it was getting harder when she was parading in front of him like this. "Wow... this looks so good!", he gasped at her, reaching out to touch her thigh, stroking it gently.

Both hands now on her hips, he turned her around to look at her ass, marveling at how sexy she looked. Her fit, lithe, body was hugged by the fabric, and it accentuated her ass and breasts. Letting her go, he gave ass an encouraging pat and asked her, "What do you think? I think this suits you!"

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Rosalie gave Edward a shy smile when he reached out and touched her thigh, and started to stroke it a few moments later. She heard him walk up behind her and then she felt both of his hands on her hips, as he turned her back to face him. She jumped, startled, when he smacked her ass, but played it off as no big deal. When he asked what she thought, she said, "I think it's nice, but it's better suited for someone who's more filled out than I am or could ever hope to be." She admitted to him a few moments later, and then shrugged, as it was true.

While yes, she somewhat filled the outfit out, the models she was sure, wore it much better than she did or ever could hope to wear it. The dark-haired young woman smiled softly, though. "I look okay, I guess. I'm not used to dressing this way. So, I'm not exactly a good judge when it comes to this kind of thing." She said to him a few moments later.

"But also, it doesn't really matter what I think. You're the one who's going to be spending the money, and you're the one with the client that this is for. You have the expertise when it comes to this, so it's about what you think. I'm just here to help." She then added. She stood there in the clothes and waited to see what he'd say. She looked around and didn't see his camera, so she said, "Did you remember to bring your camera? I thought we might be taking some shots here, too."

She was still uncomfortable dressing like this, but reminded herself that it was for a good reason. She was helping Edward and his magazine and that was the thing that she needed to remember. Helping her Uncle keep his company going. So, she simply smiled a few moments later and then waited for him to tell her if he wanted her to do anything while she was dressed like this, or if he wanted her to change into one of the other outfits, and if he wanted her to do anything for him while she was dressed up in the other clothes.

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"Nonsense!", Edward dismissed her worry about the lingerie being better suited for someone who could fill it out more. In his opinion she had filled it out perfectly, her perky breasts seem inviting under the sheer nightdress. "I think you look absolutely wonderful... you totally own this one!"

Signaling her to go change into the next one, he leaned back into the couch, proudly displaying his bulge, which was tenting in his pants. "I love it... I think this is perfect for the client... as for the camera, no I didn't bring it... this is just for checking out our choices, once done we will go pick out the hotel room... and then tomorrow... that is the big shoot!"

He wished he had bought the camera though, wanting to capture as much of her in these clothes as he could. But he decided to be patient, it would be better to wait until tomorrow, where they wouldn't be disturbed in the hotel room.

[User] Rosalie nodded at Edward's words, and then she stepped away to change into some of the other clothes that he had picked out for her to try on. A few minutes later, she walked back out and stood in front of him as she waited to see what he would or do say, now that she'd changed into them. The young woman reached up and pushed some of her hair out of her face, and then she gave him a nervous smile as she stood there in front of him. She didn't know what he was going to say or do next, so she just stood there in silence so that he could say whatever he needed to say. She couldn't help but hope that she looked okay in this next outfit, as she wanted to please him.

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To Edward's delight, she had chosen the baby doll lingerie set. Maybe it was because it was the second outfit of the day, but she seemed to have gotten over her nervousness and looked a lot more confident in this.

"Wow... you look... hot!", he complimented her again, making her turn around so he could observe her from all angles. The g-string panties were riding between her cheeks and the sheer top barely hid her breasts. If he had concentrated he probably could see her nipples, but like before he didn't want to spook her today. But wanting to play around a bit, he got up and walked over to her bag where she had picked out some stuff and pulled out the whips and handcuffs. Turning to her with a smile, he asked, "Do you want to try these while we are here too? You can tell me if you like them!"

[User] Rosalie shrugged at Edward a few moments later, when he asked if she wanted to try the other stuff on. "Yeah, okay. We can try that. I may need your help getting some of this on and then off." She said to him a few moments later. She walked over to the box of stuff and started to open some of the boxes and handed some of the stuff to him. This would mean he'd soon have a pile of sex toys in his lap. She said, "We can try those first." She held out her hands so that he could put the stuff on her.

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Edward smiled at her willingness to trust him as he clasped her handcuffs onto her wrists. Leading her to the wall, he attached the other end to the wall at the same level as her waist. Pulling her gently away, he made her assumed a bent over position as he got the blindfold and slipped it over her eyes.

"What are you feeling?", he asked her curiously, watching her accept her bondage as he stepped back and admired the view. Picking up the whip, he used it gently to spank her ass, before using his hand and rubbing the cheek, slipping a finger in between her legs.

"Imagine you are with a lover... what would you want him to do?", he whispered to her, wondering if she was enjoying this as much as he was.

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Rosalie jumped when she felt something smack her ass. It wasn't that it hurt, it was more that she was surprised to feel it. She was also surprised to feel one of Edward's hands rubbing one of her ass cheeks, followed by the feeling of one of his fingers between her legs. The young woman couldn't stop the small moan that left her at the feeling. His words were unexpected, and she struggled to reply, even as she enjoyed the feeling of him touching her. After a few moments she said, "Touch me, all over my body."

Her words came out in a breathy voice, as she was struggling not to show just how much she was enjoying this. It felt so good and she needed more.

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He expected the moan, there was no way her body wasn't going to react to his simulation. But her words were unexpected. The fact that she had just asked him to touch her in a breathy voice caused his cock to instantly spring to full erection, his pants tenting. Luckily, she could see the effect her words had on him, but he did started stroking her between the legs a bit more seriously. His finger slid across the thin fabric of the baby doll lingerie panties, feeling her lips and rubbing against them.

Through the panties, he could tell that she was getting moist, and he used the whip on her again, this time a bit harder. *Snap*, it flew against her ass cheeks, leaving pinkish marks where it had connected.

"Tell me more", he asked in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the mood. "What else do you want me to do?" Feeling her getting wetter, he slipped the finger underneath the panties, and now was rubbing her lips, getting his finger coated in her juices, and teasing her slit, threatening to enter her.

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Rosalie could see the effect that her words had had on Edward, and she smiled a little at knowing that. She moaned some more, and louder when he started to stroke between her legs more. She felt his finger moving across the fabric of the lingerie she wore, the panties pressing against her a little more at his touch, and she couldn't help but moan some more as she felt it. When he rubbed her and then said to tell him more, she sighed softly in pleasure, and then nodded. She shivered as she felt his finger slip beneath the panties this time, and continue to rub her.

She felt him getting closer, and couldn't help but press herself against him, wanting and needing more of this. "I want your fingers and hands, mouth, kissing me. Touching me. Spanking. Teasing. Twisting. Tugging. Making pleasure shoot through me."

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Edward's finger slipped into her, sinking into her wet folds, feeling his way in gently until he was knuckle deep. Her moaning and words were sending a clear signal to him at how aroused she was, and her pressing against him egged him on.

His other hand dropped the whip and went to her firm stomach, stroking and caressing it, moving upwards slowly until he had cupped a breast. Giving her nipple a soft squeeze he continued to finger her, rubbing her inner walls, teasing her. "I think we should leave this store and go check out the hotel... I want to have you quivering in my arms!"

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Rosalie moaned as she felt his finger slip inside of her. When she felt his other hand move up her stomach, she knew that he was going for one of her breasts, and she smiled to herself. She sighed softly in pleasure as she felt him cup one of her breasts, a few moments later. She moaned once more when he squeezed her nipple while he continued to finger her. She groaned softly in displeasure but acknowledged it when Edward spoke about them leaving the store and going to the hotel. "Yeah, we can do that."

She agreed with him. She fell silent after she spoke, and waited until he came over and removed everything from her once more. Once he had, she straightened up and stretched a bit. A small smile came to the dark haired young woman's lips and she said, "I want that, too. Let's buy all of these things and then get out of here." After she spoke, the woman picked up everything and then placed it all back in the little cart that she had had before, making sure that everything had been picked up behind them, not wanting to leave any kind of mess for anyone else to have to clean up after them.

Once Rosalie was sure that they had everything, she nodded to Edward and said, "Okay, I think we've got everything. I'm ready to go when you are." It wasn't long before the two of them paid for all of the items and then headed back out to the car, placing the bag on the backseat. Then, they got into the car and left.

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Edward watched in delight as she groaned in displeasure, not wanting to stop. But she agreed with him and he went and removed the handcuffs off of her. The panties were soaked, so they packed what they wanted to buy and asked the clerk to ring up their bill, not wanting her to see the soaked underwear. Cleaning up after themselves, they paid and returned to his car, getting in without a word and pulling out, heading for the hotel.

He knew which hotel to choose, this one was a bit upscale, but he knew they wouldn't be disturbed. On the way to the hotel, he reached out to her, grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to his bulge. "I must say... you have quite an effect one me, Rosalie!", he said as he left her hand on his bulge and drove on.

Arriving at the hotel, he parked the car and checked in, leading her to their room carrying their purchases. Once inside he put everything down and turned to her, watching to see how she would proceed.

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Rosalie caressed his cock through his pants, once he grabbed her hand and guided it to his crotch. A smile came to her lips and then she said to him, "Good. I plan to have even more of an effect on you soon enough." She said continued to caress him as he kept driving. When they arrived, she quickly pulled her hand away and then watched as he got out of the car and went to get them checked in. She picked up the bags with everything that they had brought and exited the car, locked it, and then she followed him inside a few moments later.

She had to admit, even if just to herself, that she was both excited and nervous about doing this together. The young woman followed him to the room, and once they were inside, she placed the bags on the bed. Then, she turned and looked at her Uncle and said, "How do you want to get started, Edward?" The smile that was on her lips a few moments before, was still there as she fell silent and then waited to see what he planned to say and then do next. She couldn't wait for them to resume touching each other like they had been doing before.

He'd been making her feel so good, and she'd liked the sounds he'd made when she'd touched his cock in the car.

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Edward reached out, cupping her face and pulling her close, his other hand went behind her head, running his fingers through her brown hair. Sealing her lips with his, he tasted her, letting his tongue explore her mouth. The way she had caressed him in the car, they both knew what was going to happen, there was no need to play innocent anymore.

The kiss got intense, he dropped his hand to explore her body, stroking her back and side before grabbing her ass and pulling her up against his bulge. "Oh, fuck... Rosalie... I want you to strip and get on that bed!", he muttered between kisses, not wanting to let her go for even a moment.

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Rosalie sighed and moaned softly as she and Edward kissed. She let enjoyed it when he started to run one hand all over her body as he explored it and caressed it. It felt so good, and she didn't want it to stop any time soon. She moaned loudly when he grabbed her ass and then pressed her against his crotch so that she would be able to feel how turned on he was for her. She loved how it felt, and pressed eagerly back against him a few moments later. As they kissed, she nodded at his words and then pulled back.

It wasn't long before the young woman walked over to the bed and stood beside it. She remove her shoes and tossed them across the room and out of the walk way, so that neither of them would trip on them. Then, she lowered her hands to her sides once more and took a few moments as she lifted her dress up her body once more, and then carefully placed it laid out on one of the chairs that was in the room. Once that was done, she got into the bed and was only in her bra and panties, and she waited for him to get in the bed and join her.

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Edward watched her comply to his request and stripped his own clothes too. He was less careful than her, tossing his shirt and pants away carelessly. Now only in his underwear, he crawled into bed, next to her. Taking her in his arms, he pulled her close as he made out with her, his hands exploring her body, as he got more aroused.

He realized that this was her very first experiences, and decided to make sure she had a good time. Breaking the kiss, he asked her in a soft voice, "Babe... have anyone performed oral on you before?"

Not waiting for her answer, he started to make his way down, planting kisses as he went, until he was at her crotch. Her panties were the only thing protecting her sex now, and he kissed them, feeling her moistness on his lips. Hooking his fingers into her panties, he looked up at her, wanting to assure her that this was alright.

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Rosalie turned in Edward's arms to face him. She kissed him back when he began to kiss her, and she sighed softly in pleasure when his hands started to roam all over her body. When he asked if anyone had ever performed oral on her before, she shook her head in the negative, and then watched as he moved down her body a few moments later. The young woman moaned and sighed softly in pleasure as he started to kiss her all over her body as he made his way down to her crotch. When he kissed her panty covered crotch, she moaned even louder.

The dark haired young woman remained still and let him remove her panties a few moments later. When he looked up to her for permission, she nodded a few moments later. Her breath started coming out quicker as she was enjoying what he was currently doing to her and she didn't want him to stop any time soon. The feeling of his kisses as he moved down her body, was something that she'd never experienced before, until now and it felt so wonderful. She lifted her hips to encourage him to remove her panties, and then waited for him to continue.

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Her moans and the way she lifted her hips was all the permission Edward needed and he slowly peeled her panties off, pulling them down her legs and then freeing them from her ankles. Her musky scent was now filling the room as her sex was exposed. Returning to his position, he placed a soft kiss on the triangle about her sex, letting his chin tickle her wetness.

"I want you to relax... and enjoy this!", he whispered to her as he moved down, gently running his tongue along her slit, tasting her while his hands moved to grab her by the hips and ass, not wanting her to move. "Ooooh, yes... you are so fucking hot!", he continued encouragingly as he sucked on a lip, before moving to the other.

Her engorged clit was standing at attention, having revealed itself, and he passed his tongue over it, watching her for a reaction. "How do you like this?"

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Rosalie moaned again when she felt Edward kiss her between her legs. The feeling of him doing anything right there was unfamiliar and new to her and she was really enjoying the attention that he was giving her. She shivered a little in pleasure when she felt his chin tickling her right there. When he spoke a few moments later, she nodded at his words and tried to do just as he said, to relax a bit. It wasn't so easy, but she focused on keeping her breathing slow and steady to try and help make this easier for the both of them.

The dark haired young woman arched her back and let out a small hiss when his tongue started working her over once more. She felt his hands move to grab her hips and ass, and didn't have a problem with that as it all felt so damn good. She chuckled and then moaned some more at his words. She moaned loudly.. "Oh! That feels so good. I love the feel of your mouth on me, Edward." She said to him as she closed her eyes as she laid back in the bed and took the time to enjoy everything that he caused her to feel. She couldn't get enough of this, and wanted and needed more.

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While his tongue flicked against her clit, a hand slid up and a finger penetrated her wetness, sinking into her and rubbing her inner walls. He wanted her moaning and quivering. He wanted her hungry for him when he entered her. "Oh babe... my mouth... all of me... I will always be available for your pleasure!", he murmured up to her.

He looked up to see her arching her back, giving him better access to her sex. Her moans were filling the room and her eyes were closed, her breath getting harder as she seemed to approach her climax. He kept a close eye on her, stopping on what he thought of was the edge, leaving her feeling a bit unsatisfied.

Moving away from her to sit on the edge of the bed, her taste still in his mouth, he smiled and said, "Rosalie... come here... help me remove my underwear." He was clearly excited, tenting in his underwear, his cock straining to be free.

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Rosalie groaned when Edward pulled away from her and stopped using his mouth on her. She let out a disappointed sound, and took a few moments to catch her breath as she tried to force herself to calm down. She'd been feeling so good, and now suddenly all of it had stopped and was over. She opened her eyes and then sat up slowly, and she looked over at her Uncle and watched him. Her eyes lowered and she glanced at his underwear, and could see his cock straining against him as he sat on the bed. A few moments later, she got up and walked over to him.

The young woman reached out and with shaky hands, and placed them on his hips, and slowly started to slide his underwear down a few moments later. She pulled them down until it reached his feet, and then she took it off, and tossed it aside. Once she had done that, remained kneeling there on her knees as she waited to see what he was going to say or do next, and what he wanted her to do. She didn't say anything, but she did lift her head once more and she looked up and met his eyes and gave him a nervous smile.

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There he stood in front of her, fully naked and fully erect. Having her kneel in front of him looking up was the cherry on top. He was aching for her, so he reached and grabbed her arm, pulling her up. Guiding her to the bed, he sat down on the edge, pulling her onto his lap. His hard cock pressed against her ass, as his hands went to her breasts, and his lips planted soft kisses on her shoulder blade. "Rosalie... I want you... do you think you are ready for me?", Edward asked in a whisper as he tweaked at her nipples.

She was so compliant, so eager, and he enjoyed that about her. A hand dropped, leaving her taut nipple and going down to her wetness, teasing the slit and brushing against her lips. He could feel her groans as she reacted to his teasing.


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Rosalie blushed when Edward walked over and told her that she was hot. "Thank you, Edward.." She said softly to him a few moments later. The girl listened to what he said, turned and faced the wall and then placed one foot on top of the carton of papers, like he told her to do so. She didn't think anything of it, when she felt his hands on her waist and leg as he guided her into position. She was inexperienced at this and he knew what he was doing, so she made sure to follow what he said, so this turned out right. Once she was in position and he suggested that they take some pictures, she nodded and then stood there and remained still for him.

It took awhile but once they finished, she felt one of his hands on her shoulders as he massaged it, and used the hand to guide her where he wanted her. She happened to glance down and could tell that Edward was turned on, but she quickly looked back up and didn't comment on it. It was the male body's natural reaction and she didn't want to make either of them more nervous than they already were. When he resumed speaking and asked her questions, she shrugged. "I feel okay. A little silly for being dressed like this, but okay, other than that." She nodded when he patted the desk and then picked her up and placed her on top of it.

Rosalie hadn't been expecting that. With his guidance, she laid down on the desk on her back a few moments later. One arm lay flat on the desk beside her body. Her head hung off of the desk, and she placed one of her hands over her head in a manner that almost looked as if she were trying to block sun from getting into her eyes. She set her left foot on the chair, and lifted her right leg so that the heel of her right foot was on the edge of the table. She made sure to lay there and was quiet and didn't move from the position until he told her to do so. A little while later, she shifted and rolled onto her stomach when he told her to do so and then started to shift her into the new position.

She leaned forward so that her hair covered all of her neck, but also spilled over one shoulder and onto the desk. Her wrists were crossed in front of her body, and her knees were on the desk, with her feet tangled together as they were in the air. Once he had finished with the pictures, she accepted his help when he helped her off the desk. "Thanks, Edward." She said and then got down from the desk a few moments later. She smiled when she felt his arms around her, and then nodded and looked at the pictures as he showed them to her. "I think they look good." She smiled widely when he said that the project was going to go ahead, and for her to get dressed once more.

Rosalie walked back over to his chair, picked up her dress and spent a few minutes slipping it back on and making sure it was on correctly. Then, she grabbed her shoes, sat down in his chair for a few moments, and took some time to slip them back on as well. Once she was dressed she got up and walked back over to him. "I'm ready to go shopping when you are. I'm really glad that you like the pictures, Edward. I didn't think you would. I don't know what I'm doing and I was worried the pictures would look bad."

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"Nonsense!", Edward replied quelling her fears. "There is no way the pictures would look bad... you are very photogenic!" He had watched her put her dress back on, and was amused at how innocent she was, wanting to go lingerie shopping with her uncle. Once she was done getting dressed up, Edward returned the camera to his cabinet and unlocked the door, letting her out.

He had seen her eyes travel down, and knew that his bulge was showing how aroused he was. But the fact that she hadn't protested or said anything encouraged him as he led her out of the office and to his car. A black Audi A8, he helped her into the passenger seat, before climbing in. "Alright... ready to go shopping? We can check out a few styles before we finalize on them. Then we can go scout the hotel room for tomorrow!"

He was still tenting in his pants, and as he pulled out of the parking lot, he rubbed it a little to calm himself down a bit. While driving his eyes kept returning to her lap, where her long legs were exposed, due to the way the dress rode up when she sat.

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Rosalie got into the passenger seat of Edward's car. "Thanks, Edward." She said when he helped her into the car. She closed the door, crossed her legs and then put her seatbelt on a few moments later. She smiled at his words and said, "Thank you, Edward. I'm glad you think the pictures turned out well. That's what I was hoping for. I hope that things continue to go well and we can get what we need for our shopping trip." She said to him a few moments later. She relaxed back into the seat, and realized that her dress had ridden up a little, and showed off her thong, but she didn't say or do anything about it.

She figured that if Edward wasn't going to say anything or attempt to conceal his arousal, then she wasn't going to keep pretending to be all proper, too. She closed her eyes and adjusted the seat back a few simple inches. She wasn't trying to go to sleep, but she could doze for the time it took them to drive to the store. It was relaxing in the car, with the air turned on, but not blowing them away. It was a nice day outside, pretty, with the sun shining down on everything and everyone. It wasn't hot outside, but it was warm, and she appreciated that he'd turned the AC on for them just a little, to help keep them cool.

The radio played with the volume turned down. Seemed like some old tunes, mostly. Rosalie was content to listen to the soft sounds of the songs that she'd heard her mother, and even Edward sometimes sing when she had been growing up. It was a simple thing, and nice. She enjoyed the memories it brought back. She was trying to think of anything but what was about to happen.

She didn't know for sure just what kind of clothes she was about to try on, but she had a pretty good idea. If the shoot from earlier was anything to go by, then he'd probably have her try on and then buy her bras, panties, or thongs, to continue on with the shoot, and she wasn't used to anyone giving her attention, though now that she was thin and dressed like this, she figured it shouldn't be a surprise. It simply wasn't something she was used to. Growing up, she'd been overweight. Left in the background, where no one paid her any attention. But now that she was slimmer, she'd attracted more than a few wandering eyes, from men and women alike. It was nice to feel attractive.

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Driving to the parking lot, Edward watched as Rosalie relaxed into the seat, adjusting it back and closing her eyes as she enjoyed the ride. The radio was on low, providing a comfortable atmosphere. Happy that she was getting more and more relaxed, Edward focused on the road, driving to a lingerie shop he had taken his wife to many years ago.

He knew he wouldn't be recognized in this shop, as it had been quite a while since he had been there. His wife didn't buy many lingerie anymore, and if she ever felt like buying, used the online shopping method. The reason why he picked this particular shop was because it had a private changing room where he could get Rosalie to model for him, try out some of the underwear before they make the purchase. After that he had a hotel in mind that he wanted to go and book a room, they could check it out tonight, and then tomorrow morning go and have that shoot.

It was a good half hour before he pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall. The store had expanded since the last time he saw it, and was now offering sex toys along with lingerie too. Parking the car, he stared down at Rosalie, who looked very beautiful as she laid in the seat beside him. Reaching down, he slowly rubbed her exposed thigh, signalling her to wake up, but also coping a feel of her soft, warm flesh. "Wake up, Rosalie... we are here!", he said softly, smiling as she opened her eyes. His hand remained on her thigh, waiting for her to move it away.

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Rosalie woke up a few moments later. She groaned and then opened her eyes. She took a few moments to shift in the seat a little bit and then stretch as she woke up. She hadn't meant to actually fall asleep but it was too late to worry about that now. She looked around and noticed that her Uncle's hand was on her thigh but she didn't say anything about it, or push it away. "We're here?" She asked him a few moments later, and then she unbuckled her seatbelt and removed it. Once that was done, she unlocked the passenger side door, opened it and got out of the car.

She closed and locked the door behind herself a few moments later and stood there as she waited for him to join her. She didn't know the first thing about what to expect when it came to getting prepared for a shoot. So, she was going to listen to what Edward had to say, follow his lead, and hope things went smoothly. He had more experience with this, so she was going to pay close attention to what he said and did, and to what he told her to do. The young woman leaned against the car a little bit as she waited for him to exit it and join her.

Once he did, Rosalie followed behind him as he led the way into the store a few moments later. She remained silent as she followed and looked around as she took everything in. She definitely had never been in this kind of store before, and it would be easy to see that. Her eyes drifted over all the different kinds of clothes as they walked past it, as Edward led her to where he wanted them to go. She saw many weird looking items that looked like toys... sex toys? She made a face at that, and quickly turned her attention away from it and onto something else, not wanting to get caught looking at that while she was with him.

Her face reddened a little bit in embarrassment, but she tried to act like it was no big deal. She turned her attention forward and made sure to keep up as he led the way. Everything around her was something new that she'd never seen before. There was dangerous looking toys. Odd looking furniture. Clothes that she'd never seen in her life, that she'd be terrified to put on because it would be too tight to breathe in. Handcuffs, paddles, blindfolds, scarfs, weird little tassel things that she didn't understand the appeal of. They kept walking, and the further they went into the store, the more things she saw that she'd never seen before or heard of.

And the few things that Rosalie did know, had been bent and twisted into things she'd never imagined possible. Whips. Chains. Collars. Her eyes widened as she took everything in and she stumbled and ran into Edward when he came to a sudden stop in front of her. "Sorry," She mumbled and then stepped back to give him some space. She didn't want to run the risk of running into him again.

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Edward watched as she woke up from her nap, groaning and stretching as she pushed the sleep away. She noticed his hand on her thigh but did not push it away, allowing him to gently caress her thigh as she put the seat back up and unbuckled her belt. She had looked so comfortable, napping in his car, and seemed a bit flustered that she had fallen asleep. Unlocking the door, she got out of the car, standing there waiting for him. He could see her looking around, checking the place out and wondered what her reaction would be once they entered the store. Turning the car off, he got out himself, stretching and adjusting the bulge in his pants. _I guess the bulge is going to be a constant when I am around her._

Walking around the car, he indicated her to follow him as he lead her towards the store. He was surprised at what the store hand turned into, the sex toys and costumes giving it a more edgy look, something that they store didn't have last time. Walking in, he could sense her following him, he approached the store clerk and got the private room booked. He then told her what he wanted and she led the couple to the lingerie section. Following the clerk, he walked towards the lingerie section, keenly aware that Rosalie was taking the whole store in. He hoped she didn't get cold feet, but was also turned on when he noticed her checking out the whips, collars, and chains. He stopped suddenly as the clerk left the couple and felt her run into him.

"Sorry, Rosalie... I shouldn't have stopped so suddenly", he said kindly, reaching out and pulling her closer, wrapping a arm around her waist. "So I talked the Shelly, the clerk, and she told me that this is all the lingerie they have... we can select what we find interesting and then go and try it on in a private room. We can then decide on what to purchase."

Explaining how they were going to shop for some sexy underwear to her, he noticed that that she was still taking in the shop and its paraphernalia. "I am guessing you have never seen these things before... well... these are sex toys... do any catch your eye...? I won't tell anyone if you make a purchase here", he teased her, trying to lighten the mood.

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Rosalie gave Edward a small smile when he apologized when he stopped and she ran into him. "It's okay. I should've been paying more attention." When he reached out, pulled her closer, and wrapped an arm around her, she was surprised by the action but didn't protest it. When he spoke again, she looked at him and made sure that he had her full attention, and then she nodded at his words a few moments later. A small smile came to her lips when he spoke about talking to the clerk about the selection and getting a private room. When he started to talk about the sex toys, she blushed and then shrugged a few moments later.

At his teasing, she chuckled and then shrugged. "I don't know. I wouldn't even know where to start." She said as she teased him back. But it was true, though. This was the first time that she'd ever been in a shop with lingerie, much less sex toys and all kinds of other kinky and freaky things. Honestly, she was tempted to buy a few things, now that he'd mentioned it. Sure, for curiosity sake, but also because she was really itching to try something out, anything. After a few moments of debating whether or not she was going to buy something she said to him, "I'll be right back. Excuse me." She said a few moments later.

After she spoke, Rosalie stepped away from Edward, walked over to the front of the store and grabbed a small carry basket. She walked over to the wall of stuff she'd been looking at, looked at the whips and handcuffs, blindfolds and the tassel things. She grabbed one of each and put it in the basket, before she walked back over to him. She knew that the items she had picked out would be considered tame compared to the other things that were displayed around the store. But these things were the only ones that she was currently comfortable with buying. She stood beside Edward once more, and then waited to see what they were going to do next.

Her eyes started to roam over the lingerie once more, and a black and blue item, caught her attention next, but she didn't move toward it. She shifted her purse and placed it under her left arm, as she held the basket full of stuff in her right hand. Then she said to Edward, "What's next?" She wasn't sure how long it would take for the clerk to return. She also wasn't sure what would look okay on her, when it came to the clothes. Sure, the dress that she currently wore looked good on her, she knew, but she only knew this after having tried it on a dozen or so times the day she bought it two weeks ago. Now, she didn't know what would look good on her.

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Edward chuckled as she stepped away, grabbed a basket and started walking around the store. She seemed to be excited and interested in these items, things she had never seen before, and probably didn't have anyone to introduce her to. Grabbing a few items and placing them in the basket, she came back and stood next to Edward, waiting for the the next thing to happen.

Edward looked over the lingerie section, grabbing his own basket and walking around, selecting a few pieces for her to try out. He saw a black babydoll lingerie that he liked and placed it in the basket. Walking around he an interesting sheer nightdress with panties and selected it too, and finally a white bra and panty set which he felt would compliment Rosalie.

Once he was done with his selection he turned to her and asked, "Anything you want to try on? I have what we need, but if anything catches your eye we can try it... now we just wait for the clerk to come and show us to the room."

She could see what he had selected, and he wondered what she thought of his picks. He was imaging her in them, getting rock hard again in his pants. He knew that tomorrow he would be spending the whole day in the hotel room, and that he would be leaving completely satisfied.

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Rosalie shrugged when Edward asked if there was anything that she wanted to try on. "Not yet. I'm still getting used to the idea of being in this kind of store." She explained to him a few moments later. "Like you said, I think we've got what we need for now, too." She nodded when he spoke about them waiting for the clerk to come back. The young woman looked around some more, and didn't say much as they continued to wait. However, that didn't stop her from continuing to look around the store some more. There was so much to see and so much that she didn't know about that looked interesting.

So many items that were unfamiliar to her, and so many different kinds of clothes that made her feel curious as she stood there and simply checked them out.

The clerk returned a few moments later and said, "Sir, if you and your guest will follow me, I'll show you to one of the rooms and we can see if it's to your liking. We can decorate it any way that you'd like us to do. With fake wall art, streamers, quick dry paint. We can put anything you want on the walls." She was quick to assure him a few moments later. "We just ask that if you have any special requests, to let us know a few hours in advance of you planning to use the room, so we can have the proper amount of time to set it up for you and your guest. So, if you have any requests for you room."

"I can take them now and once I have your list, I can start getting things ready." She had a notepad and pen in hand and waited for him to say what he wanted to have used in the room.

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"Oh, nothing special", Edward replied to the clerk. He didn't want to intimidate Rosalie with a special room, and given the theme of the store, he wondered what kind of rooms they had now. "I was thinking of a curtained of area for changing, a sofa, and good lights."

All he wanted to do right now was have Rosalie try on the lingerie he had chosen, and get comfortable with wearing it around him. He was going to make her put on a little fashion show, parading the lingerie one by one. He saw that the clerk looked relieved as they didn't have to throw together as special room, and leave to arrange a space for him.

Putting his arm back around Rosalie's waist, he asked in an half teasing manner, "Do you want me to help you test the restraints you go too?"

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The clerk nodded and then she said, "We can get you and your guest squared away right now if you like, sir. We have a few rooms like that already." She gave the customer a smile and a once over as she spoke to him. Her eyes lingered a little too long below the waist, but she had found that the majority of men who got attention from her, didn't seem to mind. With the young and beautiful companion that this customer had however, she wondered if it would be the same with him, or if he'd be uninterested in her, and more interested in his guest. "Would you like to check out and get your items first or would you like to look around some more? We have a few rooms like you mentioned, that are empty for now."

Rosalie smiled and then she leaned back into her Uncle's touch when he slipped his arm around her waist once more and spoke to her. "Are you sure that this is a good idea, Edward? There's no need to spend so much money. I'd be fine with us just going back to your place and doing whatever we need to do." She assured him a few moments later. She blushed at his words when he spoke about testing out the restraints that were currently in her basket. "I should probably pay for them, first. Before anything happens to them."

She was also kinda nervous about trying them out. Even a little scared, though she didn't want to admit that. She'd never done anything like any of this in her whole life. The dark-haired girl said, "Maybe we should focus on the clothes for now, and see how that goes. I'm worried about doing anything else in what could be considered a public place." She admitted to him a few moments later, and while it was true, her hesitation was more about being scared, than a fear of anyone realizing what they were to each other.

They didn't share features, and he'd already mentioned that she should hold off on calling him Uncle again any time soon. It was mostly her fear of the unknown that was keeping her from going ahead and doing anything. She figured that with his age and experience, it'd be easy for him to see and realize this about her.

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Grabbing the things he had picked out for Rosalie, Edward moved and grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. Leading her to the rooms, he told the clerk, "We will test these items first... once we are satisfied, we can then make the payment." The clerk was being a bit too pushy for his taste, he knew that they could test the clothes and products before making any purchases.

The clerk nodded and lead them to the room, leaving once they were there. Closing the door and locking it, he turned around to examine the room. It was a plain white room, with a red carpeted floor. Against one wall there was a black leather sofa, and on the other side a curtained off changing room. There was plenty of space in the middle to perform a catwalk. Feeling a bit more comfortable in the room, he directed Rosalie to pick out a lingerie and change, while he went and sat on the sofa. "Rosalie... don't worry. I am here... we can test out those products... there is no need to feel like you have to buy them if you don't like them. As for what you said earlier... I am happy you will do whatever needs to be done... now put a smile on that face and get changed."

He could see that the walls had hooks on them, places where chains and restrains could be tied too. This store had gone full BDSM in the past few years, and he was surprised and delighted that Rosalie wasn't thrown by that.


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"So we spend some time together on the beach." Which seemed innocent enough for Amelie. "And then you can come back tomorrow to make sure they transferred enough into my system." She paused to think about it for a moment. It wasn't a bad idea and he had only offered to help her with the lotion. She couldn't help but watch him put lotion on his hands and a rub it onto his body. The contrast between him and the lotion fading as he rubbed it in stood out as her mind started to think about what it would be like to have his large black hands rub it across her body.

She took a breath trying to push the thoughts out of her head before she got carried away. It was a bit of lotion he would help her with and that was it. He said he didn't want to betray Gerard and so far he seemed nice enough. He was offering a solution that would help and it wouldn't be cheating. Amelie looked back up at him and nods, "sure. I suppose I need some help of course with my back if you wouldn't mind." She tilts her head away from him to the left and uses her left hand to reach behind her head to move her long hair out of the way. "Do they have to stay on the skin for a bit to enter my system? Or would a swim not recommended after? It's getting warm out." Her bathing suit was a dark contrast to her fair skin as it tied behind her neck and another single strap wrapped around her back to help support her breasts keeping it on. The clasp of it was right there in the center of her back.

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"Sounds like a plan then," Melvin said, scooting over a bit closer to her back, his large palms slathered in lotion. He bit down on his lip as he looked at her pale back... she had an amazing body for sure. And he couldn't believe he was just about to put his strong hands all over it, just on their first meeting. "Hah, the nano-bots should transfer over pretty fast, but I'd give it a lil' bit, just to let the heat of my touch sink in, you know? Warmth helps the transmission..." he said, planting his black skin onto hers. His large digits had a peculiar strength to them as they clutched her shoulders. Those strong thumbs dug into her muscles, precisely at the nerve endings tucked away between muscles, which were the most sensitive on a human's body. Squeezing those slippery, powerful hands, he started to massage the lotion onto her bare skin. Every gentle grind, and motion of his palms left a lasting warmth against her. Those hands were the hands of a real man, one who used his body for a living---certainly not a man who sat idle.

"Do you like that...?" he asked, his voice a soothing, deep tone. His hot breath landed on the back of her neck as his fingers started to swim down, pressing gently on her muscles with occasional, deep, prodding grips, aimed at her pressure points. It was clear that this wasn't the first time Melvin had massaged someone. And despite the rough, rugged, texture of his digits, those black fingers flowed down so, so easily down her back---and back up again---all thanks to the lubrication of the lotion.

"MMmm..." the black stud cooed lowly, "If you don't mind Madame Lacroix... I'm gonna need to get more of your body for this to work..." he said, his finger tracing down the crease of her spine as he undid the clasp on her back that held her breast in place. "Is that alright...?" he asked again, taking his hands off her for the moment, and grabbing the lotion again, re-filling his mode of lubrication.

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The feeling of his strong masculine hands working across her back felt amazing. When Amelie got a massage it was always from the same woman, she had strong hands that worked her muscles but it was nothing like the feeling of his hands. She nodded slightly and closed her eyes letting herself try to relax with his touch. She was quiet and still until the sound and heat of his voice on her neck made her shiver. Even in the warmth, the proximity of the large black male behind her gave her goosebumps.

"That is nice but more?" The trailing of his fingers down her spine almost made her body shift and jump on its own. The undoing of her top she immediately reacted and put her arm across her top to hold it up. "Well you said body..." Then she realized she had already put lotion on her legs. Her gaze looked around the beach again for anyone who might actually be watching before reluctantly moving her arm away and taking her bikini top with it. Luckily it was a nude beach so no one would really question it. "You really are, what's the word for it? Ah! Bold! Yes!"

"Well, seeing as you are that confident..." She say up onto her knees and began to pull down her bottoms as well. If he could be bold then why couldn't she? The fabric hadn't really covered much of her ass before but now everything was revealed. "Is this better for you Monsieur Dufrane? I mean why not while you are in France? No?" She wanted to show that even if he had been so bold, nudity was common and didn't phase her.

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"Mm... well yes, that is much, much better," the black stud whispered, biting down gently on his lower lip as he watched her. Her body was just fucking perfect he thought, as he caught a glimpse of everything, while she kicked off the lower part of her bikini, and exposed herself in totality. Jesus, he mouthed silently---it really was getting hard for Melvin to restrain himself. Especially with that exquisite view of her ass as she'd got on her knees with her back still to him. But still, he was a trained Agent, and he didn't want to lose Amelie's trust, when he felt like he'd just gained it.

"I know you French appreciate some boldness, and I wouldn't expect anything less from a classy Madame like yourself," Melvin said, as she sat back down in her position. And with those words---he showed just how bold he could be. Black hands soon planted themselves on her sides again, as he pulled her naked body towards him. As he sat, he spread his legs nice and wide, and bringing Amelie over to him, he planted her round ass, right onto his crotch, while his large thighs bordered her own, on each side. Unlike Amelie, Melvin was still clothed, but that simple set of beach shorts did little to conceal the feel, or the warmth, of the monster of a black cock that was concealed against his inner thigh. Surely, as Mrs. Lacroix would land on his crotch, she would feel it pressing against her, its searing heat, its massive length, fat shape, and the occasional throb it let out... separated from her bare body by the cloth of his shorts.

Despite such close contact, Melvin acted completely nonchalant, not raising even a bit of a fuss. Instead, he simply slithered those mighty, black hands upwards, beneath her armpits, and let his fingers spear towards her breasts. Cradling her upper body in his arms, with black biceps squeezing against her ribs, Melvin gently fondled and massaged her breast. Dark fingertips ran across her nipples, while the mounds of her tit-flesh were groped and teased with his palm, while slippery lotion guided his heated touch through. Breathing on the side of her neck, his nostrils much closer this time, he finally spoke, "Are you comfortable, Madame Lacroix...? My... such a beautiful body. Gerard is quite the lucky man..."

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The warmth of his hand and body against Amelie surprised her as he pulled her in towards him. She did her best not to act surprised by his aggressive move. Amelie leaned back against his strong broad chest. With only the thing shorts between them, it was obvious to her what he was packing. Not only it had been a while since she had been this close to a man but she had never been this close to someone who was this large. As he pressed up against her she couldn't help but wonder what it would actually look like or how large it would have actually been had he been hard. The thoughts were interrupted as his hands moved along her body and grabbed her breasts. Melvin had her literally now in his grasp and he covered most of her large pale chest with his dark hands.

As his hands easily slid across her body with the lotion she felt her body heat as their body touched. "Monsieur, this is comfortable and your hands are quite skilled. I know you are doing this for Gerard but I can assure you there is no need to cover me up... this is a nude beach." She tries to keep her breathing under control and herself calm even though it seemed that her body reacted on it's own. Her nipples seemed to perk up against his touch and the feeling of him made her body start to ache for more attention though she didn't want to admit it. "I don't think anyone has even noticed other than you to be honest."

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"I know... you French and your nude beaches. I don't mind you being uncovered at all," Melvin whispered sensually into her ear. "I just hope no one you know sees us... people might think things, you know?" he said, a soft tone of tease in his voice. "But it's just a massage anyway. I'm glad you're enjoying it. A woman with a beautiful body like yours, deserves all the pleasure and attention it can get," the dark stud said, nostrils flaring as he explored her breasts. The tips of his index finger and thumb enclosed each of her nipples, kneading them gently, and giving them a tug. "Mm... your body truly does feel amazing, Madame Lacroix," he commended her again, feeling her breasts spill against his hands while he massaged each one thoroughly, one by one. While he continued to play with them, getting a little rougher now, and manhandling them with one hand, his other hand tip-toed down her stomach, going closer and closer to her crotch.

Those large, black fingers slithered down her hip, before his gard grip thoroughly started to massage her inner thighs. He was working both the lower half and upper half of her body now, one hand at each destination. "We have to make sure there's a good distribution down here too... it's a sensitive area," Melvin whispered, his grasped clenching and relaxing as he squeezed the innermost parts of her thighs, just barely outside of her crotch. Slowly, his long, ebony, middle finger, traced across the crease of her pussy lips... just for a mere second, letting her feel the searing warmth of hand.

"You know, Madame..." he said, looking into her pretty, Amber eyes. "This transfer works best through body fluid exchange... saliva, as an example. It might be a good idea, if we kissed. Just briefly..." he suggested, licking his lips. "I wanted to avoid it, but I want to do what's best for Gerard. You... you don't think he'd mind if we exchanged just one kiss. Do you?"

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Amelie couldn't do much else other than nod in agreement as it was just a massage, for now. The more he toyed with her the quicker her pulse got. "If people see it would be rude of them to interrupt a massage." She leaned her head back against his shoulder feeling his hot breath across her neck as he spoke. As he pulled on her nipples her breath caught in her chest. As much as she wanted to fight against her body reacting for the fact she was married, she couldn't. Amelie already felt herself tingle all over in excitement and the urge to feel him more along her body the more he groped her, feeling her body.

As he drifted his hand down her body she finally felt herself starting to breath again. She did her best not to start breathing heavily. "Then I'm glad you are able to enjoy the massage as well." She found her hands resting on his legs, gently running her palms over his darkened skin. Feeling his hand work its down her body, she tensed a bit, but it was easy enough for him to remind her what they were doing and why. She looks at him a bit surprised as he starts to caress her thighs and feel his finger run along the edge of her wet folds.

This was all rather sudden but his hands felt so good against her skin. "A kiss? To save a life it would be more like mouth to mouth?" She couldn't help but look to his lips as he licked them. "We... are saving his life, no?" She sat up to move closer to him, her breast pressing into his hand with her leg lift and pulling her foot towards him. She felt the rush between her legs the longer he toyed with her body, part of her was curious what more of him would feel like since he already seemed so confident and skilled with his hands. Amelie was sure by now he could feel the pounding of her heart beating by now.

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"Yeah..." Melvin mouthed back to her, the warmth from his exhale tickling the tip of her nose. "Mouth to mouth, to save a life," his whisper came, as he looked into those pretty amber eyes again. Melvin knew he had the Madame just where he wanted her---and that's when he made his move. Unabashedly, he pressed forward, mouthing against her lips to steal a gentle suckle of her bottom lip. Within a second he followed up with another kiss, this one planting his thick, black lips against her own more evenly, leaving a tinge of wetness on her flesh. And before another full second could pass, he went for it---prying her mouth agape as he opened his mouth against hers, sealing the meeting of their lips with a deep kiss. "Mrghh..." the black stud groaned lowly into her mouth as he dug his large, wet, tongue right into her. He inhaled deeply, sucking the air from her lungs as he pressed on, smearing his lips onto hers, and exploring the roof of her mouth with his tongue. It wasn't long before his saliva stained organ found her own tongue, thrashing and bashing against it, coating it with warmth. Melvin turned his face slightly to allow her lips to move against his own---if she chose to move them---and continued hungrily swapping spit with Amelie.

While his face distracted her, Melvin took the chance to attack her body as well. One of his hands was already busy at work at her breasts, carelessly rubbing and molding them like clay, against the touch of his rugged grip. It wasn't long before her nipples and flesh were slippery wet from the mix of sweat and lotion, and heated erotically from the massage of his palm, melting into them. Her own fingers grabbing at his muscles were a nice welcome too---the stimulation causing the flaccid slab of manhood he had hidden away, begin to twitch and throb---just a little bit.

And of course... down between her legs, Melvin finally paid a little more attention to her crotch. His black fingers curiously explored her pale flesh, running down and down from her navel, feeling her, savoring her, wondering what the French style was---Au naturel? A bit of a bush? Or cleanly shaven? He'd find out from his touch, as his eyes were closed---but this mind didn't linger there for long. For his fingers were busy, gently rubbing away at her pussy lips. Gentle, circular motions from his strong digits pressed against her sensitive nerve endings, imparting his heat onto her cunt, giving her a lewd rubdown in her most private, guarded area...

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Amelie couldn't help but inhale his masculine scent, the smell of his sweat and the heat radiating off of him was driving her over the edge. She met his lips with hers, welcoming the attention she wanted and needed so badly lately. The taste of him on her lips was different than what she was use to. Being married for the few years she forgot what it was like to kiss someone else. He said body fluids were the key so with the feeling of his tongue in her mouth, the taste of his saliva mixing in with her own she wrapped her mouth around his tongue and begun to suck the spit from him. She took what she could before stopping and letting all of it stay in her mouth, mixing with hers before she needed to swallow and take a deep breath.

Her body twisted slightly into him so that she could meet his lips full on. She used one of her hands to run up his leg, letting her feel his sweat and sturdy muscles. A soft hum left her the more he explored her pale flesh, and the closer he ran his fingers in between her legs. His fingers trailed from her lower stomach down to her pelvic area where he would feel a soft patch of hair that she kept short and maintained. There was no more than just a small patch of hair on her pubic mound and no more below.

With his fingers now swirling around her, she began to shift her legs, more of just slightly moving them around as she felt like she needs to move knowing it was wrong but his touch had felt so good. Amelie was already wet against his finger. She could already feel that she had to bring the courage to stop soon or she might just let him fully expose her on the beach.

Feeling his strong legs on either side of her, she let her other hand run up his leg, mostly out of curiosity, feeding the image of what he may have already in his shorts. She barely moved her lips away from him to whisper softly, in her thick heavy french accent, "is this all life saving? Or more an excuse now..." She couldn't help but stare into his eyes, asking and challenging him at the same time. He did say he was originally trying to help save Gerard. Her breath was already picking up as her heart rate pickup up to the rush of his attention. "I don't live far from here. But if you know Gerard, you know where. Maybe come back and test me for the things at the house later?"

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Cherishing that long, lewd kiss she'd planted back on him, Melvin still savored the taste of her saliva on his tongue. He couldn't believe she gulped own his spit, just like that. But he adored it. Indeed, this was an exquisite quality of a French woman, and he considered himself lucky to feel her moisture not only on his mouth---but also on his fingers. She'd gotten quite wet by the time she started to fidget her legs to maintain some sort of decency as a wife. Even after their lips parted, Melvin sank his upper teeth down on his own lower lips, feeling the pressure of her fingers sinking onto the outline of his cock. He was glad she went for a feel... glad that the curiosity was there.

But as he looked into her eyes, lips still so close to hers, he knew---and he imagined she knew---they had to stop. They should stop. After all, it was getting a little bit indecent. "An excuse...? Not at all... forgive me Madame Lacroix, I just got a little carried away. Can you blame me? You're quite a lady..." he said, with a smile. "Now this..." he paused for a moment, just before bring his lips to hers, planting a very gentle peck on her lip. "That was an excuse," he said playfully.

Sensually, his fingers traced away from her quivering legs and back up her stomach. And slowly, he slid her body away from his, before getting back up, and taking a step away.

"Tomorrow... I'll come tomorrow. Will you be there?" he asked, standing tall. Those broad shoulders and black muscles glistened in the sunlight once more as he stood proudly... an obvious outline of a massive cock along his inner thigh now more visible. "Gerard will be flying in the morning after, right? So... that should give us enough time to make sure the levels are good... I'll be seeing you then, Madame Lacroix," he gave her a gentle nod, before parting.


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Toren watched carefully as the man drew closer. He eyed him up from head to toe, appraising his size and physique, especially his height. The Prince wasn't the largest of his people, not by a long shot. Gandthor in particular was nearly two whole heads taller than him, a true specimen he was. However while the man before him was taller, he wasn't so much so that he wouldn't be able to reach him if he stretched.

Toren dipped his head slightly, completely obscuring his face beneath his helm. The man surely had no clue what the winged helmet symbolized to his people, or the status the gilded crest and accents conveyed. However he would soon become intimately familiar with the fine craftsmanship, for when the men bent forward to start binding his wrists Toren would lurch forward, leaping off of his tip-toes to deliver a steel plated headbutt to the man's nose, breaking it instantly, "Heildrepa!" he shouted to Gandthor, a word from their language that roughly translated to ''righteous slaughter''...

And so he did, letting the dagger slide down into his palm, catching it in a reverse grip, and driving it up into the man's throat, his hands too busy clutching his broken nose to try and block it. All at once chaos broke out, however it was a chaos of their own making, a chaos that they could control. One of the horsemen quickly readied his spear, aiming it at the Prince. However spotting it from the corner of his eye, Toren used the embedded dagger as a handle to maneuver their dying leader's body to intercept the blow, catching the spear with his back. And before he could drive it in further to try and skewer them both, Toren shoved their leader to the ground, his dead weight wrenching the spear from the rider's hands and sending him toppling off his horse.

Toren was just about to pick up his discarded blade when he heard a heavy thunk behind him, Gandthor shielding him from behind just in the nick of time, "Thanks" he muttered, grabbing his blade and quickly scampering to his feet, pushing his back up against Gandthor's to help steady the larger man from losing his footing, "No one lives" he commanded, before lunging forward to stab one of the fallen riders just as they were picking themselves back up, sending him slumping right back down into the mud. They were outnumbered yes, but they had scattered them enough that the two would be able to start rapidly pick them off as they scrambled to gather themselves, the Prince focusing on the grounded ones first and leaving Gandthor to deflect the mounted ones' spears.

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Gandthor grunted in acknowledgment to the Prince's thanks and order that no one lived. He wanted to go for his own sword after the strike the Prince braced him against, but there was no time. He dodged to the side as another spear came his way. The tall warrior surged forward and grabbed the rider's front, dragging him down into the mud. Once he had him there, Gandthor bashed his head in with the iron rim of his shield. Then he grasped a dagger belted at the man's waist. He rose and hurled it into the back of a rider who was spurring his mount towards the Prince. The blade punched into the rider's spine, putting an end to the rider's life. The man fell from the saddle and the horse carried on, dragging the rider who had a foot stuck in a stirrup.

At last he had a moment to take up his sword, and Gandthor did. Another rider was near, and Gandthor thwarted the rider by darting to the side of his off-hand, forcing the rider to shift a grip on the spear to try and thrust at the warrior on foot. It was too late and Gandthor's sword cleaved his life away in a heavy-swung blow. The scent of blood spooked the horse and it knocked Gandthor to the ground as it broke into a wild run. It momentarily jarred the big warrior, but he was up on his feet quickly enough. By this time the Prince had finished off the remaining riders.

Gandthor went among them, and made sure that they were all dead. He dealt mortal wounds to all, just to be sure, and then went to check on the Prince. There was a certain admiration for the Prince that was absent before; it was something that could only come to life in such a shared scenario. Gandthor's blood was up, even though this was not much of a fight, and he now had some sense of the Prince's mettle. The Prince had the look of eagles about him, and it was not simply because of the finely wrought, winged helmet that he wore.

"Are you injured?" Gandthor asked. He wished in that moment that he could call the Prince his lord but there was no such bond between them, and so long as he was an outlaw no man could take Gandthor into his service. But if he could, in that moment, Gandthor felt that he wanted to serve the Prince and stand at his side in the shield wall. How the pair could gladden the ravens of the world.

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Toren was left hunched and panting after the frantic battle, standing over the corpse of the final rider had had put down. His hands and cheeks were stained with blood, though fortunately none of it was his own, "No, I'm alright..." he said, straightening up and raising his sword up to the sky, allowing the rain to wash away it's stains.

"Well fought, Gandthor." he said as he sheathed his blade, looking over the remnants of the battle. For just two grounded fighters to take on so many mounted soldiers... needless to say there were few out there who would believe such a tale. There was an obvious satisfaction in standing tall over their enemies, but even now he felt the tinge of his failures nag at the back of his head. Why had his raid not gone as smoothly as this? Surely his men had been just as capable as Gandthor, so why had they fallen? Was it truly his failure as a leader?

The prince shook the thought away, refusing to dwell on it, especially when they needed to get going, "Loot the bodies and move them off the road. We could use the coin when we make it to the next town" he suggested, approaching one of the lingering horses and carefully taking the reigns, testing if it would allow him to mount it.

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Gandthor nodded his head, acknowledging the Prince's compliment and subsequent orders. He cleaned his sword on the tunic of one of the fallen, and then returned it to its sheathe. Then he set about carrying the riders off of the road. There was not really time to try to hide that something had happened here, but at least with the bodies out of sight there was some measure obfuscating their trail. The warrior felt no particular need to honor these dead men; he had no link of blood or camaraderie with them. And so after he went through their pockets for coins and anything of value---of which there was little---he simply left them for the carrion feeders. When the rain broke the crows and the ravens would come, and with them wolves and others.

The horse proved willing to allow the Prince to mount. It was a fairly well trained and intelligent beast and would take a firm hand to control. But it was not about to throw him off. Gandthor found one horse that prove amenable to serving him as a mount. They could take the horses for some time, but they would need to let them loose before they got to the next town and walk the rest of the way. The animals were branded, after all, and Gandthor doubted the added complications of fencing a pair of horses would prove equal to the price they would fetch.

Overhead, lightning split the sky and thunder pounded. Gandthor looked upwards but there was nothing to behold. It served only to wet his face even further, and he grunted, urging the horse into motion. The pair managed to cover some goodly distance. More than they would have covered on foot. But the skin on the back of Gandthor's neck crawled and he had a feeling that something was not right. He looked around nervously, but no danger presented itself. Instead it was the neglected heavens that were the source of his unease rather than any earthly foe. A bolt of lightning split the sky, alighting the night, and it surged to the earth to strike a tree on the road beside the pair of riders. The tree cracked and smoking branches were hurtled in all directions. Gandthor's horse reared and Gandthor barely managed to hurl himself from the saddle. He hit the wet ground hard and rolled. The breath was knocked from him but he was lucky---the sharpened end of a smoking, broken branch had pierced the side of his horse in a manner that was mortal. The horse was in a mouth-frothing panic, and there was nothing that Gandthor could do to ease the animal's suffering. It wasted its final moments of life thrashing about before collapsing to the ground, and even then its legs kicked and hooves struck about with the final strength of its last heartbeats.

As the northerner struggled to sit up and breathe again, he scanned about for the Prince. Gandthor hoped that he was uninjured by this poor turn of fate. Had Toren's bad luck struck again?

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Toren flinched a bit when thunder and lightning cracked above them, having been so absorbed in the fight that he forgot how perilous the weather was, "Hmm, do you think the Gods are applauding our battle? Or perhaps admonishing us?" he mused with a small smirk, not giving the storm too much worry. Of course this would prove to be a poor bit hubris in hindsight.

When Gandthor got his breath and wits back, he would spot the Prince not far away from him, lying flat on his back, horse racing off in a frenzied panic. The boy was deathly still, felled by a branch that had snapped and fallen into the perfect position to clothesline him clean off his mount. His helm had rolled off beside him, one of crested wings snapped off. Thankfully it had absorbed enough of the impact to render the blow non-fatal, but the Prince was clearly out of commission, and no amount of shaking or slapping would rouse him.

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At first, Gandthor thought the worst when he saw the Prince lying so still on his back. The big man groaned and then crawled over to where Toren lay. He looked over the Prince and then held his head close to the Prince's mouth and felt the breath, signaling that at least the youth was alive. The tall warrior mouthed a prayer of thanks to the gods, and then grit his teeth against the pain. This was not a good situation that the pair found themselves in now. The horses were lost and Gandthor was not sure if he could make it to the next town tonight. They could not remain out during the night---the rain was merciless and promised only to get worse.

As best he could---Gandthor was no healer---he checked Toren for obvious injuries and found none that were obvious and serious. The blow had rendered Toren insensible and when the Prince did awaken he would likely not feel very well at all. Gandthor gathered up Toren's broken helm and the snapped off wing, stashing them away in his pack. Then, as gently as he could, he picked up the Prince and stumbled through the woods searching for some sort of shelter. The big man wandered for some time. He could not be certain for how long. It seemed at last that the gods might have taken some mercy because he stumbled upon an old bear den that was now thankfully abandoned.

Gandthor carried the Prince within and was glad to be out of the chill. It was not like their homeland but the rain was enough to drive the cold deep into the flesh. There was no chance of gathering any fuel for a fire, and Gandthor was disinclined to take the risk of having one and having the chance of it being spotted in case more riders were about searching for their fellows. He doubted any had the skill to track in these circumstances and he was not afraid to fight again, but he had no desire to pass through gates of the Hall of Heroes just yet.

Gandthor shivered, and then cursed softly. He looked over at Toren and touched the Prince's cheek. The flesh was cold to the touch. Slowly and gently, Gandthor undressed the Prince. He tried not to jostle the youth too much, and when he was done Gandthor wrung out the Prince's clothes as thoroughly as he could near the entrance of their shelter. He disrobed and did the same with his own clothing. Then the clothing was laid out to dry as well as they could be in this situation, and Gandthor walked over to where Toren lay. He brushed the wet hair out of Toren's face and looked upon the youth with a soft expression. Though there was no use to it, Gandthor wished he could have met someone like Toren before his exile. How many things could have gone differently if the Norns had only carved out a different destiny for the pair of them.

A weariness settled upon Gandthor and he laid down upon the ground beside Toren. He lifted Toren onto his larger body and put his arms around the youth, allowing his body heat to warm the Prince's body. Before he knew it sleep was upon him, and it was a deep and dreamless sleep.

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Toren awoke the next morning to the feeling of warmth, the linger smell of rain, and---"Graah!"

Never mind. Pain, the young prince awoke to pain, piercing and throbbing. It was like a heavy hangover without the fun of drink the night before. Toren clutched his head as he tried to push himself up to his knees, only for his hand to slip on the uneven surface of Ganthor's body and collapse back down onto him. It was only then that he realized he was sprawled out on top of the towering warrior, both of them stripped naked.

"Wha... what the hells?" he murmured, still wincing at his thrumming headache. However despite the throbbing in his brains, the young man was still vividly aware of every inch of bare skin currently pressed to his own, still slightly damp. The position made it look as if he was mounting him, as if they had had... his face reddened, the sudden unwanted ache in his loins distracting from the ache in his head.

What was going on? What had happened? He vaguely remembered a bolt of lightning flashing, and then a branch snapping down right in front of him, and then... nothing... had he been knocked unconscious? That much made sense, but then why was he naked? Why was he laying atop of Gandthor? Had the man... while he was asleep? Almost without thinking Toren reached behind him and ran a hand over his behind. It didn't... well, feel like anything had happened to it. However as he reached back his fingers happened to brush against something. Something hard, something fleshy, something thick and lengthy. It took him a moment to realize what it was, Gandthor's manhood, swollen from morning's rise. By the Gods it was huge! His hand running along it without thinking, just to try to get an idea for it's dimensions without being able to see it. As shocking, and slightly emasculating, as it was, the Prince did feel a weird sense of relief. If Gandthor had put this in him while he was unconscious then he would certainly have known it. It wouldn't just be his head throbbing like crazy.

"Ughh... Gandthor... wake up" he muttered, trying to shake and lightly slap him awake, not realizing that his other hand hadn't left the warrior's cock yet, "What happened? where are we?"

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Gandthor jolted awake with a start. His eyes opened wide and he sat up in a rush of energy, muscles tensing and ready to fight. Being slapped was enough to trigger a fight response in him. His eyes looked around but mostly his vision was filled with the Prince's face. It took him a moment to breathe and let the adrenaline fade from his system. While he was recovering from the sudden rush there was an opportunity for the Prince to withdraw his hand from Gandthor's hugely tumescent penis. The big warrior looked at the Prince and it took him a second to make sense of the questions that the Prince asked.

"Lightning struck a tree. It exploded, and in the aftermath the horse beneath me was killed and you were knocked senseless. The storm took a bad turn, and we were both soaked to the bone. I found some shelter here... we were losing a lot of body heat in our wet clothing so I disrobed us and we slept like this." Gandthor relayed. He was becoming quite aware of how close they were, and how he was erect. It was normal to be like that just after waking and he was aware of how the Prince was in a similar predicament because of how their bodies were in such proximity. He licked his lips, and did not say anything to draw attention to their position and respective predicament. The Prince's virtue was safe and undespoiled during the night; Gandthor was not the sort to take such liberties and with such a mindset the Prince's concern about being violated did not pass through his thoughts. There were men from their homeland who were inclined to do so and considered it an integral and indelible part of raiding, but Gandthor did not count himself among their number.

"I am not certain of our exact location. The storm erased my bearings. I... forgive me, but I was not in any shape to press on to the next town and with you unconscious, I searched for the nearest shelter." The man said with a fair amount of shame. It was not easy for him to admit to weakness; their culture was one of pride for men and women alike. Gandthor looked away for a moment, and then looked over Toren in the poor illumination of their shelter. It was not a lustful or lascivious examination, although there was a part of Gandthor who appreciated the Prince's lithe and supple body. And that caused his turgid manhood to throb with some excitement rather than simply with his pulse.

"How do you feel? I was concerned you were struck in the head. A wing broke from your helm." The warrior asked with genuine and sincere concern for the other male's health.

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When Gandthor swiftly sat up he ended up bringing Toren with him, the prince now sat straddled in the man's lap. While his hand had finally been pulled away from his manhood, it was now replaced with the weight of his naked body, Toren's smooth ass pressing down on Gandthor's cock, slowly nestling it between his cheeks with each nudge and fidget between them, "It's alright, it's me" he quickly said, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the warrior's reflexes.

"I see... thank you..." he said, put at ease by the man's explanation. The man had gone so far to protect him, even when he could have already been dead and any prospect of payment lost. His doubts were erased, replaced only with appreciation, "There's no need for apology. you saved my life, and not for the first time that day. I'd be an ungrateful cur to complain about the accommodations all things considered." he said with a playful smile, "I've haven't been able to pay you a single coin so far, yet you're willing to share with me the very warmth from your blood. Know it is not unappreciated..." he said. It was something he still took advantage of even now, the sudden draft of morning chill coaxing the prince to cling tighter to his warrior, no longer caring about their bareness.

However when he asked how he was feel, Toren's head started throbbing again, as if on cue, "Urrgh..." he groaned, burying his head in Gandthor's chest, trying to use the pressure and warmth of his body to counteract the pain somewhat, "I feel... I feel as if I had been knocked off a horse skull first..." he answered, a mirthless chuckle escaping his lips, his warm breath brushing along Gandthor's skin with every word he spoke, "I'm not sure I'm fit to move on yet. Do you mind if we stay like this for a while longer?" he asked, turning his head slightly to glance up at him with a single blue eye, "Just until the throbbing has stopped..."

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It was not easy to maintain composure in light of the consequences of his sudden shifting had caused. Having his member pressed between the soft smoothness of Toren's behind felt very good and it only exacerbated the hardness of the morning. The throbbing of his manhood felt so incredibly intense to him and he feared that there was no way that it did not betray him. It was not that he had dishonorable designs on the Prince or sought out intentionally to place them in this position. And it felt heelish to enjoy something like this, especially with the Prince injured. Still, the taller warrior could not help it and he bit his lip just as his breath hitched as a shift caused Toren's cheeks to rub just so...

He swallowed and his Adam's apple rose and fell. It felt good to be appreciated, and the Prince's expression of it made him feel even worse. His body was a traitor. He smiled in return to Toren's playful smile---it was impossible not to reciprocate the expression when the Prince turned it upon him. It pained him as the Prince groaned in pain, and he wished that he had some measure of herbcraft or knowledge of healing that he might ease it. But even if he did he would be loathe to leave the Prince alone in such a state. The youth had proven he could ably defend himself and that, beyond having skill he had heart and guts. Anyone who tried to take him even in his current condition would not do so without a fight. It was all moot musing, of course.

Gandthor lay back as the Prince asked if they could stay like this for a while longer. He licked his lips, and he found that he did not mind. In fact, he felt... something he could not quite identify. It was a good feeling but Gandthor could not place it. He put his arms around the Prince, draping the long, large limbs over the slender male's back to impart more warmth. "Of course." Gandthor said softly. He did not trust himself to meet the single blue eye that glanced up at him. There was too much on his face and in his own blue eyes. Too much laid bare and too much that was denied and unknown standing revealed.

"I wish that I could have met you before I was exiled. It has always been my dream to serve someone like you. Though you have been unlucky, I can see greatness in you." Gandthor spoke gently to the slender male who buried his head against his chest.