Tropical Storm Matthew

Tropical Storm Matthew

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If Faith hadn’t insisted on totally unpacking the car and arranging our things in the little cabin we had rented for a week, we could have at least had a half hour stroll on the beach before the storm started to blow in. It was late September and, looking to save a little money, we had found this “charming” little “beach cottage” on Airbnb for what we thought was a steal. It was charming–old fashioned, tiny (just a bedroom with a full-size iron bed and a kitchen/living room), without wifi and barely any cell service and only three electrical outlets in the whole place–but it had a terrific screened-in porch almost as large as the rest of the house…and it was just one relatively short dune away from the beach. There were other cottages nearby, but they all appeared unoccupied.That may have had to do with the fact that the weather forecast had turned away what few off-season tourists had booked up here in New Brunswick. As soon as Faith had unpacked and nested a bit, we took the narrow trail through the beach grass out to the red sand beach. The tide was out–way out in the Bay of Fundy–but the leading edge of Tropical Storm Matthew was whipping up waves out on the bay and the clouds were rolling in fast. We were barely back at the cottage when scattered raindrops began to fall. Turns out “charming” didn’t include a real stove. There was a tiny dorm fridge and an ancient toaster oven, together with an odd assortment of kitchen utensils. We wouldn’t be cooking our own meals on this budget getaway.Fortunately, there was a little restaurant and bar in the nearby harbor. The reviews of our cottage said it was an easy walk, but we decided to drive in case the serious rain arrived. When we walked in, the bartender looked surprised to see us. The place (which would have been crowded with just ten people) was empty. We took a table by the window and he brought menus. Turns out, those menus needed some explaining, since many of their summer items were no longer available. What harbor restaurant takes most of their seafood off the menu in September? I was trying to be a good sport, but it looked more and more like this trip was going to suck.But as soon as he took our burger orders and walked away, Faith rubbed her foot along my calf and her eyes twinkled. “He’s pretty interesting,” she teased. She likes big men–tall, barrel chested types–and when he returned in a few seconds with our drinks, I could see what had probably attracted her–he had large, strong looking hands. Faith is always commenting on men’s hands and forearms, and this guy had both…and some interesting tattoos to boot.She was embarrassed as soon as she mentioned it to me, but being the only customers in the joint, we struck up a conversation. Turns out his name was Matthew (like the storm, I pointed out) and he was also from the https://escortium.org States. He and his friend had bought this place a few years ago and–at least on weeknights–the two of them ran it by themselves. That didn’t surprise me as the hour we were there, only two people came in to pick up orders they had called in. Faith joined in the conversation but tried, with her eyes, to keep me in check lest I embarrass her by saying something about her interest.The food, as it turned out, was great and as we were finishing, Matthew brought over his partner (and cook), Seamus (or “Shay”). Shay could have been his brother. A little lighter complexioned, but the same build and colorful tattooed sleeves. They were funny and apologized for the weather as if they had brought the storms. They also were sympathetic about the cottage we were renting. “Did they leave you a bucket?” Shay asked. Turns out these cottages were notorious for leaky roofs and power outages.We were hardly on the porch of our cottage when Faith was grabbing me through my pants. She dragged me to the little iron bed and we succeeded in dancing it across the wood floor while I whispered the fantasies I knew she wanted to hear.( . )( . )Surprise! The next night, Faith wanted to eat at the harbor again. I agreed, but only if she promised to show off more of her cleavage. She blushed and resisted, but in the end wore a blouse that framed her massive tits exquisitely. I noticed, but didn’t say anything, that she wore more makeup than usual and spent a lot of time with her hair. She made me hold the umbrella carefully as we were going out to our car.I’m sure she was disappointed to see three cars in the parking lot. As soon as we walked in, it was a different scene entirely from the night before. Matt was clearly happy to see us, but he had three tables of regulars and only the little table by the kitchen door was available. I suggested to Faith that we sit at the bar. In part because we both hate sitting by a busy swinging door, but mostly because I knew the bar would put her cleavage on display. She was reluctant–for exactly that reason–but had little choice. For the first hour, Matt was a busy dude. The other diners were mostly locals and he was chatting and serving at a pretty good clip. But almost at once, the locals cleared out and he was soon behind the bar and Faith had his undivided attention. He was clever enough not to stare…but no one was fooled as he took every chance to wipe the bar or straighten the napkins in order to steal a glance at her tits spilling over the bar. Shay, when he came out (face slick with sweat) was less suave. His eyes widened when he saw Faith’s cleavage and he stammered mid-sentence with whatever question he had come out to ask.We had been drinking at the bar for almost two hours. While I had had a meal with my three or four beers, Faith had had only a salad…and at least as many glasses of white wine. She had grown bolder.We were talking about the cottage. We had come into the kitchen that morning to find a puddle of water. Another leak in the screen porch had soaked the wicker sofa out there. “Don’t get me wrong,” Faith was saying with glassy eyes. “I don’t mind being wet, just not from cold rain water.” She quickly realized what she had said and I could see her blush and suddenly shut her mouth. Matt pretended not to take the hint and said something about the lousy, lazy owner of the cottages. But Shay took the barstool next to hers and interrupted. “The least we can do for our new, wet, friends is give them a round on the house, Matt.”I half-thought Faith would go for it, but the embarrassment had kicked in and she announced she needed to use the bathroom first, and we should probably go home and let them close up. We all watched her as she walked over to the tiny bathroom. When the door closed, Matt and Shay looked at me. “How about a shot?” Matt asked.He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and poured three. We threw them down and clicked our shot glasses on the bar. It was obvious we were on the same wavelength. “Give us an hour,” I said, pushing my arms into the sleeves of my rain jacket. “Try to be quiet when you come in.”They grinned and nodded, then hurriedly tried to rearrange their faces as they heard Faith fumbling with the door for the bathroom. I was holding the umbrella in one hand and her jacket in the other when she returned to the bar. “Thanks for all the attention, boys,” she smiled, slipping into her jacket. “You really know how to make a girl feel welcome.”As we made our way to the door, she looked over her shoulder at them. I couldn’t see her face, but I could see theirs. Grins spread across their faces like oil slicks.( . )( . )Back at the cottage, we hurried into the house from the rain and were almost immediately at each other. I say almost because the power was out and we had to search the drawers for a couple of dusty candles. Faith is turned on by rain and the storm had turned from a windy gale into a steady rain. As soon as the candle were lit, I pinned her to the wall and leaned down for a deep kiss. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes, Faith pushed me away and took a candle into the bedroom and rummaged through her luggage to find the sexy body-stocking she had bought for the weekend. I took advantage of her absence to pick up the place a bit and push the large plush ottoman into the middle of the small living room. The tie I had worn on the drive up was still on the arm of the couch. I laid it carefully across the ottoman.Faith returned from the bedroom in her black lace body-stocking. She had put on her sexiest pair of black boots. She smiled and thrust her chin toward the ottoman. “I’ll bet you want me to get on that.”“If you’re game,” I answered and snatched the tie as she climbed onto the soft platform. “Are you going to blindfold me, too?” She sounded thrilled.Faith sat back on her haunches as I walked around her and slowly knotted the tie around her head, then draped the ends down her back. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms and bent over shoulder. She leaned back, and we enjoyed a long, deep kiss while my hands began to roam her breasts.Through the open door to the screen porch, we could hear the rain falling on the roof and sidewalk (and a steady drip into the buckets we had positioned in the kitchen and screen porch). I stood and moved quietly around Faith without touching her. When I was standing in front of her, I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them, kicking them to the corner of the room. She smiled and leaned forward on all fours, mouth ajar. Before long, I had my hands on her head and was guiding her face up and down my shaft. From where I was standing, I saw the sweep of headlights swing in behind the cottage. I tensed for a second, afraid she had seen the light on the walls through her blindfold. She didn’t slow her pace. I listened intently for a car door. I didn’t hear one and began to think maybe they were losing their nerve. Faith took my cock out of her mouth and gave a long slow lick from the base of my balls to the tip, then swallowed it all again. Over her shoulder, I thought I could see a figure approaching the window. Shay’s face came near the screen and I gestured for them to come around to the screen porch. Faith sensed my attention drifting and raised her head. I spoke loudly–as much for them to hear as to cover any noise they might make. “Those guys couldn’t take their eyes off of you tonight. They wanted to bury their faces in your tits.” She moaned and picked up speed.Shay faded back into the darkness. “And you wanted both of them, didn’t you?” I continued. She moaned again and slurped loudly. I was thrusting into her mouth even as I craned my neck to see if they were coming in through the screen porch.In just a few seconds, the door spring creaked and Matt stepped carefully into the porch followed by Shay. Faith straightened immediately and pulled away from my cock, tilting her head to hear better. I motioned for them to be quiet, and they both nodded. I put my hand on her head and gently pulled her face back to my cock. “It’s just the wind,” I offered, though I knew she wouldn’t buy it.Her mouth twitched in a smile. “Keep talking,” she gulped for air. “Tell me what you want them to do to me.” She plunged her mouth onto my cock again. Behind me, Matt and Shay stripped as quietly and quickly as they could. It wasn’t very quiet. I could feel Faith quivering with excitement as she noisily took my cock into her throat.

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