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 SUMMER LOVE - PART 3 by CodCapers codcapers at yahoo dot com



   Amanda had to go to Boston for a few days just two days before Molly was
due to return from Europe, so I had some time alone to think about what had
happened so far this summer.  On one hand, I was beginning to feel a little
used and was a bit upset with Molly for putting me in the positions -- no
pun intended -- that she had.  The incident with her sister and the week
with her aunt, while both amazing sexually, left me feeling like a hired
gun.  On the other hand, Molly was the sweetest girl I had ever met and
there wasn't a hint of bad intentions in anything she did.  She wanted me
to have those experiences and had obviously thought them through.  She most
likely surprised me with them knowing that I would have been too nervous to
go through with them had I been given advanced warning.  I guess I was also
feeling a little guilty for enjoying the experiences so much and even with
her express permission (and even participation in her sister's case), it
still felt a lot like I was being unfaithful.

   Amanda had given me a substantial "tip" on the night before she left,
and I hadn't spent a nickle of it.  It was already a bit of a sore spot
enhancing the "hired gun" feeling and leaving the whole experience with
Amanda feeling a little sordid.  She explained that the money was for me to
spend on or with Molly and to be put towards school.  It wasn't for
services rendered, but a gift and I should consider it as such.  She
claimed it was less than half of what she would have spent had she been out
shopping during the week instead of spending evenings with me and her
husband would likely be thrilled with the smaller than normal credit card
statement this month.  The money would surely come in handy when the school
year rolled around, but I was still undecided about keeping it.  Molly and
I certainly needed to have a long talk.

   Those last two days went by slowly and work dragged.  My head was
totally in the clouds and I'm surprised I was able to bring the right food
to the right tables most of the time.  Luckily, it was early in the week
and happened to also be lousy weather-wise, so things weren't terribly
busy.

   On the day before Molly was due to come home, I went shopping.  I
decided that I should spend some of the money, and as Amanda suggested, I
wanted to use some of it to get Molly somthing special.  Her birthday was a
couple of weeks away and I spent most of my half-day off searching high and
low for something to get her.  Although she didn't flaunt it, she had just
about anything she needed.  I couldn't really compete with her parents much
in the gift department, and I assumed that she had bought herself a bunch
of clothes while in Europe and wasn't going to need any more for a while. I
settled on jewelry, picking up a pair of earrings that she had seen one
night when we roamed the downtown area of Chatham.  They weren't really
expensive or fancy, but she had loved them and for some reason had decided
not to buy them that night.  I also bought something to share with her in
private.

   That evening, while sitting at home relaxing, the phone rang.  My
parents were out, so I answered and was shocked to hear Molly's father on
the line.  He asked if I would like to go to the airport with him to pick
up Molly, her sister and mother the next day.  He was hiring a limo to make
sure that he had enough room for what was sure to be a few extra suitcases.
He laughed, knowing that the three ladies had probably spent a small
fortune on clothes and gifts.  Without much time to think about it, I
agreed to go, having the day off and wanting to see Molly as soon as I
could.  After hanging up, I realized that I would have to spend the
90-minute car ride "chatting" with the father of the girl with whom I was
regularly having sex.  I had been to Molly's house several times over the
summer already, but hadn't ever really had any extended conversations with
either of her parents.  I got the impression from Molly that they were very
"modern" and understood that she was a 20-year-old (soon to be 21-year-old)
woman and no longer their "little girl".  I was nervous as hell, though,
about having to fill a ride that long with conversation with this man.

   As I headed for my bedroom, I noticed the pile of mail on the kitchen
counter and realized there was a letter from Molly.  My mother had kindly
set it aside so that I would notice it, but I had gotten a bite to eat
while shopping and hadn't been to the kitchen.  Only the phone call from
Molly's father had made me go to the kitchen and there was the letter.  It
stood out because of the strange postage and 'AIR MAIL' stamp.  I was
shocked to actually have anything arrive by mail before Molly got home.  On
the rare occasion I had gotten anything by mail from Europe -- usually a
postcard from a relative or friend visiting -- it always arrived after I
had already heard all about it in person.

   I picked up the letter and headed upstairs.  The letter was pretty heavy
and when I opened it, I understood why.  Inside was a two page letter from
Molly describing all the fun things they had done so far.  They had started
in Rome, spent a day in Venice and were now -- or had been when she wrote
-- in Cannes, on the French Riviera.  Very heady stuff for a local boy from
Cape Cod who hadn't been much further than Florida.  She sounded like she
was having a great time, but mentioned missing me a few times which buoyed
my spirits a bit.

   Along with the letter was another, bright red envelope with 'PRIVATE'
written on the outside in big block letters.  Below that, in slightly
smaller letters was written 'Open when alone' and on either side of the
second line were little bits of artwork, lips and hearts and such.  Molly
wasn't super-artistic, but she got her point across.  My parents weren't
due to be home for another hour at least, so I got comfortable on my bed
and opened up the thicker red envelope.

   Inside this were about two dozen pictures and as I went through them, a
bulge started to form in my shorts.  Not sure how or when Molly had had the
photos developed, but I'm guessing that the technician in the French "Photo
Hut" counted his blessings on this day.  I could only guess that Molly had
had her sister take most of the pictures.  The milder ones showed Molly and
in a few photos, Elizabeth, enjoying the topless beaches in France and
looking fabulous in their skimpy bikini bottoms, breasts on full display.
As I flipped through the first few pictures, the scene changed to Molly's
hotel room and showed her all soaped up in the shower, fingers working in
her most private areas and obvious enjoyment on her face.  The final third
of the shots showed her on the bed in various sexy poses, culminating in
what I can only assume was a final pair of pictures of her in the throws of
a serious orgasm, her legs tightly clamped on her own hands and an almost
pained expression on her face.  Elizabeth -- I could only *hope* it was her
taking the pictures -- was a heck of a photographer and really caught Molly
in some great poses and with some super sexy looks on her face.  By the
time I reached the last photo, my hand was doing a number on my cock and my
shorts and boxers were down around my ankles as I laid on the bed.  The
pictures were incredibly hot.

   I flipped through the pictures one more time stroking my cock the whole
time and then went on to the letter, which smelled faintly of what I can
only assume was an expensive French perfume.  It wasn't Molly's usual
scent, but I hoped she was bringing back more of it.  I began to read:

  
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-- Hi Sweetie!

   Do you like the pictures?  I knew you would and I knew you would look
through them before reading this letter.  Naughty boy!  Elizabeth took them
for me and I think she enjoyed taking them as much as I enjoyed posing for
them.  Is your cock good and hard?  I'm guessing it is unless Amanda
totally wore you out!  Hope you've been having fun.  Can't wait to *feel*
what you learned.

   I was so hot for you today.  I had to take these pictures and have
Elizabeth help me.  Mom was out shopping for the day so we were a little
naughty.  Sitting on the beach we had one of the cabana attendants help us
with the first few pictures, then we got on a roll.  Even on the beach I
had my fingers in my bikini bottom.  The warm sun on our bare breasts and
me thinking of you all day...  oh it felt so good!  I was practically
dripping by the time I got back to the hotel room.  Elizabeth and I are
sharing a room and my mother is in her own room, so we decided to finish
off the roll of film.  The guy at the one-hour photo practically died when
we came back for the pictures.

   After coming off the beach, I started in the shower, as you probably
saw, and got myself squeaky clean.  I washed every inch of myself, paying
special attention to my tits and pussy, rubbing them and pretending it was
you.  When my fingers hit my crotch, I couldn't stop.  Getting horny all
day thinking about you and what you must be doing with Amanda had me SO
HOT! I had my fingers in my pussy and was working over my clit frantically,
wishing it was you but knowing that when you got these pictures, you'd
probably enjoy them.  I hope you're REALLY hard and alone and have your
cock in your hand.  Pretend it's me stroking you, OK?  I worked myself into
a frenzy in the shower and came so hard I nearly collapsed.

   I was STILL horny, though, so I dried up a little and hopped on the bed,
still hot and wet.  My hands worked over my breasts first and my nipples
got really hard.  I pinched them a little and held them up to my mouth,
licking each nipple in turn.  I know you love how I can do that!  Can you
see me all hot on this bed, licking and stroking my own breasts, my pussy
just sopping wet?  Oh...  this is getting me all hot again writing this. 
Have you cum yet?  If you have, I think I can get you hard again with the
rest of my story!

   After working on my tits for a while, I moved my hands down between my
legs.  Elizabeth was pretty heated up at this point, too and was having a
hard time taking pictures.  I stroked the inside of my thighs and rolled
onto my stomach reaching one hand between my legs and sticking my ass up in
the air.  I know how you love fucking me like this and I had two fingers in
my pussy doing a very bad impersonation of your hard cock.  I was driving
them in and out and then started to use my second hand to stimulate my
clit. This started to do the trick and I was coming again even harder and
more intense than the first time, my pussy spasming around my fingers.

   Then when I looked over, Elizabeth was setting down the camera and she
was attacking her own body.  She looked so turned on!  Her bikini top was
loose around her neck and one hand was working on her breasts, massaging
and squeezing each in turn and pinching the rock-hard nipples.  The other
hand was at her pussy, her bikini bottom down around her ankles as she sat
on the edge of her bed.  God it was hot.  Elizabeth and I have always been
pretty open, but I'd never actually watched her masturbate before.  She was
really into it and I could see her juices just glistening on her fingers.
Soon both hands were between her legs.  She mimicked my actions and put two
fingers into her cunny, thrusting in and out, faster and faster.  Her moans
became louder and louder and as her second hand worked over her clit, she
screamed and orgasmed for several seconds.  She was so loud, my mother
knocked on the adjoining room's door to make sure we were OK.  We played
dumb and said it was just the T.V.

   I'm writing this on the plane as we fly up to Paris, and my hands are in
my pants again.  It was a late flight and both Mom and Elizabeth are asleep
in the seats next to me.  I've got a blanket in my lap, but the thrill of
maybe getting caught is making me so hot.  That...  and thinking about you
again and what you're doing while reading this.  My pussy is dripping
again. I can't wait to get home and have YOU do this to me.  Oh yeah!  I
just came again.  I barely touched my clit and I just exploded.  I better
sign off, but I hope you came.  Enjoy the pictures until I get home!

   Miss you lots and I'll see you soon!

   Love,

   Molly
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   Needless to say, I easily came during that reading and then looked over
the pictures a third time and re-read the letter, and came again!  My only
complaint was that it might have been better as phone sex, but then I
wouldn't have had the pictures to remind me of it.  I hid the pictures and
the letter and fell fast asleep in no time, once again dreaming of Molly.

   I arrived at Molly's house about 15-minutes before the limo was due to
arrive.  It was pretty early in the morning and I was going to cut it a
little closer than 15 minutes to reduce the time that I'd have to chat with
Molly's father, but I didn't want to look like I wasn't anxious to see
Molly either.  Or...  just look like a jerk for being late.  As it turned
out, the limo ride to Boston was quite pleasant.  Molly's father, John, was
a nice guy.  We talked about Molly a bit, but not the heavy
what-are-your-intentions-with-my-daughter talk, and he seemed genuinely
happy that she was seeing me.  He said he had never seen her happier.  He
and I shared a lot of the same interests in sports, so we talked about
baseball and hockey and golf to pass the time.  He talked a little bit
about his business being a senior vice-president with a major bank in
Boston and the 90 minutes went by quickly and -- even better -- painlessly
and we arrived at the airport about 15 minutes before the flight was due
in. When we checked the ARRIVALS screens, we saw that the flight from
Heathrow was right on time and made our way to Gate 7 of Logan's Terminal
'E' to greet the ladies as they deplaned.

   I caught sight of Molly on her way out of the jetway before she spotted
me and she looked fabulous.  The ten days of shopping and pampering had
obviously agreed with her.  She had even found time to get a haircut
(probably at some fancy Parisian salon) and it made her look even more
lovely.  When she spotted me, she got a huge smile on her face, dropped her
carry-on bags, and ran over.  We embraced and she gave me a huge kiss that
had me worried her father might change his mind about me.  He was busy
getting the same kind of attention from Molly's mother, Heather, so they
barely noticed.  Elizabeth looked a little disappointed that no one was
there to greet her so personally, so I winked at Molly, went over to
Elizabeth, and playfully hugged her and kissed her cheeks in 'European'
style.  She took my attention with a genuine smile and laugh and we headed
for the baggage claim area, Molly and I hand-in-hand.  When her folks
weren't looking, she'd give my ass an occasional pinch or squeeze or plant
a more passionate kiss on my lips or cheek.

   While we were off to the side out of earshot of her family waiting for
the bags to show up, she asked, "So...  did you have any fun while I was
gone?  Learn any new tricks?" A wink and a huge smile crossed her face.

   "You'll find out soon enough," was my reply and I smiled back.  The look
on her face told me I had no worries about her being jealous or bothered by
my experiences with Amanda.  Far from it, she seemed excited and happy that
I was pleased with her little plot.  While I was still planning to have
that "talk" with Molly, I was guessing that it would be nothing but good
news for our relationship.

   She leaned in and whispered, "I missed you so much!  I can't wait to get
you alone somewhere and find out!  Did you get my letter?"

   "Yes...  just yesterday," I replied.  "Great scenery there in Cannes,
huh?"

   "Shhh...  yes...  it was lovely," she said aloud.  Then wispered, "Were
you naughty when reading?"

   I nodded and smiled, holding up two fingers.  Molly giggled and kissed
me again.

   The bags arrived pretty quickly -- by Logan standards -- and as Molly's
father had predicted, the ladies had returned home with more than twice as
many suitcases as they had left with.  He grabbed a skycab -- then another
-- and we loaded up the carts with enough bags to wonder if they'd all fit
in the limo.  They did, but just barely, and we needed to put a few in the
front passenger seat and even one or two in the spacious rear of the limo.
Luckily there were only five of us.

   The ride back to the Cape was filled with great stories about the trip.
They had been to Rome, Paris, and London as planned, but had also made a
few day trips out of the cities and into the countryside, including the two
days on the French Riviera soaking in the sun.  Outside of Paris, they had
visited a bunch of chateaus in the surrounding valleys and had visted many
ruins and monuments in and around Rome.  They had a ton of pictures and
more still needing to be developed.  The return trip went even more quickly
than the trip to the airport, with laughs and smiles all around.

   We arrived back at Molly's home around mid-afternoon.  All three of the
ladies, while equally stunning, were beginning to show the effects of a
long day of travel.  They had left London mid-morning and had spent seven
hours in a plane only to arrive early in the afternoon in Boston.  It must
have felt much later to their bodies.  Then there was the 90-minute limo
ride and all the excitement of getting home and sharing stories.  They were
exhausted.  I tried to excuse myself and head home around 4 PM, wanting to
let Molly get some rest since she would have to start work again the very
next day, but her father insisted that I stay for something to eat.  He ran
out and got some Chinese food and we ate while sharing a few more stories.
By about 7 PM the women were exhausted and I finally headed home, giving
Molly another huge hug and kiss.

   "I'm so glad to be home, but I wish I wasn't so tired," she wispered in
the doorway as I left.  "I'm so horny I could just pop!"

   "Plenty of time for that," I offered.  "Get some rest and I'll see you
tomorrow at the club.  Sorry you have to work so soon after getting back.
The jetlag is gonna be hell, huh?"

   She groaned through a forced smile and nodded, giving me one more kiss
before heading straight upstairs to bed.  At least she didn't have to be
there until lunch the next day, I thought.

   Lunch turned out to be another of those spectacular days and the club
was forced to keep the patio open a full extra hour in order to seat
everyone on the waiting list.  Poor Molly was barely keeping up.  She
looked so tired and I helped out when I could just trying to help her make
it through the day.

   The good news was that because lunch was running so late, the club
decided to let us use the showers and locker rooms to get cleaned up. 
There wasn't really enough time for many of the staff to get home, clean up
and eat, so they would also feed us before the dinner shift.  I had some
late tables and was one of the last to hit the locker room.  It was
deserted when I stepped in.  I grabbed a big fluffy towel from the linen
closet and grabbed my uniform.  I had my pick of shower stalls and
thankfully the club had great facilities.  Each shower was very private,
having its own changing room and shower stall.  While not quite as nice as
the showers in hotel rooms, the water was hot and the locker room was
immaculate.

   I had just started to suds up, when I thought I heard the door to my
changing room open.  I nearly jumped out of my skin when Molly popped her
head into the shower and asked, "Want some help with your back?"

   "How'd you get in here," I asked in a louder-than-intended voice.

   "Cindy and Bret helped me sneak in.  Shhh!"

   After that lunch shift and what was sure to be major jet lag, I figured
Molly would be trying to catch a nap before the dinner shift, but there she
was, stepping into the shower stall with me and looking like a million
bucks.  I couldn't get my hands on her fast enough!

   We kissed deeply, warm water running over both our bodies.  I had the
soap in my hands and began to get her nice and sudsy, washing her back
while we kissed, but quickly working my way to her firm ass and working the
suds in to get her good and clean.  She moaned as I passed over her rosebud
and reached through her legs to stroke her pussy.  I worked my way down and
washed her legs and then brushed her sex again on my way back up, causing
her to shudder.  She broke our kiss and spun around, using her newly sudsed
ass cheeks to stroke my already hard cock.  I moved my hands slowly over
her chest and belly and then down once again to her pussy, finding her
swollen clit and giving it some soapy attention.

   "Better than your shower in Cannes," I asked.

   "Mmmhmmm," was Molly's only reply.

   She followed my hands with her own as I explored her body, mimicking my
movements.  When I reached her pussy again, she mashed her palm into the
back of my hand in a not-so-subtle signal to rub there more intently.  I
took the hint and began to work my soapy hand up and down her slit, teasing
her by intentionally avoiding her clit.  Molly moved my other hand to her
breast and had me rubbing and kneading each in turn and moaning quietly but
passionately.

   Suddenly, I felt her swell between strokes on her slit and I moved my
fingers to caress her button directly, she jumped at my touch, moving one
hand to reach back between us and stroke my cock while the other continued
to insist that I stay with her clit.  She began to moan more insistently
and my fingers were really working her over, when she swelled even further
and orgasmed, pushing her ass against my cock and nearly slumping to the
floor of the stall.

   She recovered quickly and spun around again, grabbing my cock with one
hand while her other took the soap from me and began to wash me from head
to toe.  She paid special attention to my shaft and ass and after rinsing
me a bit melted into my arms.  She placed my hands on her ass and her own
hands around my neck and lifted herself up with my help.  When we were
positioned just right, she loosened her grip a bit and impaled herself on
my shaft.  We both groaned and enjoyed the moment for a bit before Molly
wrapped her legs around me and began to rise up and down on my shaft with
building speed, using her leg and arm muscles to rise up and down. 
Although I wanted it to last forever, Molly's heat and the thrill of
fucking in the club's shower was too much.  After a few minutes, I groaned
loudly and as Molly dropped onto my shaft one last time I held her there
tightly, my cock spasming and my semen blasting into her.  We came together
and slumped against the wall while we got our legs back under us.

   "A week was a long time," Molly said as she stepped out of the shower.
We hugged and kissed some more while drying off and as tired as she was
Molly amazed me again.  As she dried my midsection and moved down to my
legs, she looked up me and grinned and took my deflated prick into her
mouth.  She looked so sexy down there and her mouth was warm and wet.  The
sensations were amazing and the thrill of possibly getting caught had me
hard again quickly.

   I spread a towel onto the floor of the changing room so Molly could have
a place to kneel and then I sat on the bench, leaving Molly plenty of
access to my balls.  She barely missed a stroke as we made ourselves more
comfortable, taking most of my cock into her mouth with each stroke and
fondling my nuts.  Her hands would occasionally roam up to rub my chest or
down to stroke my legs between trips around my shaft or over my sac.  I was
in heaven and getting close to another orgasm.

   Molly sensed this and looked up at me smiling.  She stood up, shook her
glorious ass at me and bent over.  I couldn't resist and leaned in and
began to kiss her ass cheeks, quickly moving from there to tongue her slit.
Her scent was fabulous, the mixture of her musk and the clean smell of soap
making for a wonderful perfume.  I moaned along with her as my tongue made
love to her pussy, fucking in and out of her and teasing her clit every few
strokes.

   I was so hot and Molly looked so beautiful that I did something I had
never done before.  I moved my tongue up slightly from Molly's pussy and
ran it quickly over her rosebud, waiting for a reaction.  Amanda had done
this to me one night during a blowjob and I hoped it had the same sensation
for Molly as it did for me.  I had a slight concern that she wouldn't think
it was sexy and I had never even inserted a finger into her there before.
My concerns were unfounded and as soon as my tongue hit her anus she moaned
loudly and pushed herself back into me.  I proceeded slowly, and alternated
between Molly's rosebud and her labia and clit, swiping across the perineum
each time I changed positions.  After a few minutes of this, Molly was
having a hard time controlling herself and keeping quiet.  She actually
reached back and grabbed a clean towel from the bench and held it to her
mouth, biting and moaning into it.  After another minute or two, my oral
work brought her to a huge orgasm and she grabbed onto the towel bar of the
changing room to keep herself from collapsing, her body shuddering with
pleasure.

   "Was that...  one of...  your new...  tricks," she asked breathlessly,
looking back at me with a smile.

   I just smiled in return and nodded.

   "I'll have to...  make sure to...  thank Aunt Amanda...  as soon...  as
I see her."

   I was so worked up at this point, my cock was almost painfully swollen.
While not something I would do every day, the oral work on Molly's squeaky
clean ass was exceedingly sexy and she obviously enjoyed it.  Seeing my
situation and having recovered from her climax, she positioned herself
quickly and sank down on my cock while I was seated on the bench.  She was
sopping wet and she quickly increased her pace, moving up and down on my
shaft.  As I neared my own orgasm, she leaned back into me and I took both
tits into my hands.  Her hand reached between her own legs, and finding my
balls, began to massage them gently.  On her final stroke, her pussy
clamped down on my cock with a little extra force and I exploded into her
wetness, feeling our combined juices flowing out of her and running down my
shaft and balls as we sat together caressing and enjoying the moment.

   I could have stayed there for hours, but we needed to get cleaned and
dressed for dinner.  We showered again quickly, and I wrapped a towel
around my waist and Molly donned her robe.  I made sure the coast was clear
and kissed her as she snuck out of the men's locker room and back into her
own before returning to dress myself for the dinner shift.

   We shared smiles each time we passed in the dining room or kitchen and
Molly made it through the shift.  I drove her home, but nearly had to carry
her into her house as the jet lag, day of work, and awesome sex had finally
caught up with her.