The Anniversary Week – Wednesday

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The Anniversary Week – WednesdayThe following story is an original work of fiction————————————————————————————————————I awoke (again) with Sierra sleeping next to me. Today was her late day for work, her mid-week respite if you will. She wouldn’t have to leave for work a full hour until after I had gone for the day.Trying not to disturb her, I slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for the new day. Again, Claire had already slipped in and out before she could be noticed. She had an early class and would have probably left for the day. She must have been late on Monday, which is when I’d gotten that glimpse of her. I guess it wouldn’t be happening again. Oh well. When I passed through the bedroom I was surprised to see that Sierra still hadn’t stirred. It usually took her a while to get ready in the mornings, so she was always at least waking up when I left for school. Determining to wake her up and make sure she didn’t oversleep, I approached her side of the bed. Just before I reached her, I stopped when I saw the propped up note on her night stand that read DO NOT DISTURB. She must have set it up the night before, as we were falling asleep. Snorting, I leaned in and gave her a peck on her forehead and walked away for some breakfast. I made an executive decision and made some pancakes. My mind was occupied with everything that had transpired yesterday. Everything Claire had told me, then how Sierra had helped me process it all. And, of course, my evening with Sierra. Amidst my remembering of the pleasurable activities, two things she had said stuck themselves in the front of my mind: “We’re both going to have to do things we normally wouldn’t.” What could she have meant by that? I had been so excited for what we were about to do that I hadn’t really thought much about it at the time. Clearly we were going to be pushing some of our regular boundaries; that much she had as much as stated when she decided to watch an adult film with me. Something I had asked her to do over and over again… Her other statement scared me even more: “It’s your night tonight.”I was going to have to fulfill one of her fantasies, without question or hesitation. It’d only be fair, as she had done so with me. But what kind of fantasy would she have? It would be something very specific, for sure. Knowing her, it could be complex too. Maybe it’d be something way too complex for me to fully understand – with all sorts of layers to it affecting her on multiple levels emotionally and physically all at once. At one point I nearly went and woke Sierra up to ask her what she had planned, until I got control again. Shaking myself out of my reverie, I cleaned up my mess and set the extra pancakes I’d made for Sierra in the microwave with a note of my own saying BREAKFAST IS ON ME – I LOVE YOU! Then I headed out for the day.Today would be pretty short for me, since I didn’t have work after my classes. I’d been doing what I could to get as many hours as possible but for some reason we were a little overstaffed. Come to think of it, it might be time to find another job. Oh well, a problem for another time. The day went by quickly, but it wasn’t the same as yesterday. Before, the day passed in eager anticipation. Today I was anxious, puzzling over what Sierra might have planned for the evening. What would it be? Would I be able to meet her expectations? If I did, would I even understand it? These and similar doubts flitted through my mind, until I could catch them and put them into a box. Whatever Sierra had in mind, she wouldn’t have put it on her list if she didn’t think I’d be up for it. And I would probably have fun too, like she did the night before. There’d be no use in worrying about it.Anyways, noon came and I was finished with classes for the day. I called my mom, something I try to do a couple times a week. We chatted for a few minutes, mostly going over trivial details in our lives. This was pretty normal as we usually reserved our more serious talks for our in-person visits about once a month, on Sundays. With that done, I went for a quick workout, showered, and headed for a nice quiet spot to get some homework done.A couple hours into this, I got a call from Claire. “Hey, what’s up?” I answered.Claire, barely suppressing a giggle, said, “Hey Eric, you should come meet me at the little park by your house right now.” With that, she hung up.Oh great. A giggling Claire couldn’t be good. Had Sierra let her in on what we’d be doing tonight? Was she a part of the plans herself? With that thought my mind returned to the fantasy I’d had the day before, of the threesome with Sierra and myself. Again, wishful thinking. Sierra had said at the start of everything that she’d enlisted Claire’s help for some of the days. I might as well get used to the idea. I packed up my school things and went to meet Claire. Arriving in my neighborhood, I spotted my little park. It wasn’t a full park but it had green grass, a sandbox with swings and play set, and a few tables covered with a permanent canopy. Claire was waiting for me at the table. She gave me a bright smile and partially stood up while she waved me over when she spotted me, as though I could miss her in the otherwise empty park. The schools around here hadn’t quite let out yet.”Okay, what’s up?” I asked when she was within earshot, and I took a seat opposite her. “You certainly aren’t wasting any time,” Claire teased. “Excited to get down to it, huh?” “I’m just ready to be rid of the mystery is all,” I said, affecting an air of nonchalance and folding my arms across my chest. “Mhmm,” she winked. “Well today is role-play day.””Huh?” I said, startled. I remembered Ankara escort her saying she had a hall pass from her boyfriend/fiancé yesterday, and did a quick double-take to see if I had missed anything. She wouldn’t want to use that pass on me, would she? Even if she did, Sierra wouldn’t approve-“Yup. Don’t worry, I’m not involved in it,” she said with a knowing smile, “not until tomorrow. I’m just the messenger today.””What do you mean you’re involved tomorrow?” I asked, my thoughts racing.She laughed. “I thought you’d catch that. It’s not what you think, though it will be intimate for all of us. But don’t tell Sierra I said anything, I just wanted to keep you guessing.” “Great, more mysteries,” I sighed. “So what’s your message for today?””Glad you asked!” Claire said, reaching down beside her and pulling up a bag. “You’ll need all of these today.” Taking the bag from her, I grunted at its weight. “What’s in here? A bunch of rocks?””Just your outfit for later.” I set the bag down on the table and opened it up. Inside was a thick, white undershirt, a sturdy blue button-up jeans-shirt and a new pair of blue jeans. Underneath the clothes was a leather tool belt filled with tools. The belt wasn’t mine, but the tools were. Completing the whole outfit was a nametag stitched into the shirt saying ERIC. “So… I’m a handyman?””A plumber,” Claire giggled. “That’s her fantasy. While you find a way to get dressed, I’m going to go home and tell Sierra you’re all ready then make myself scarce. A few minutes later, she’s going to call you and pretend she doesn’t know you. Then you’ll arrive, park out front, and ring the doorbell.””Sounds easy enough,” I said, trying not to laugh. A plumber scenario? That was Sierra’s big fantasy? Boy had I gotten myself worked up over nothing-“Well that’s part of it,” Claire corrected. “She’s going to have you fix the shower in the guest bathroom.””Really?” I said, startled. “Actually fixing something is a part of things?””Yup.”I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Sierra to mix work and play together. “Okay, is that it?” I asked.”Nope, there’s a little more. She also wants to play a damsel in distress, so she’s going to pretend to get hurt while swimming in your pool so you can ‘save’ her. “I can do that,” I said, flexing my arms a little.”Oh, and she’ll be using a Southern accent. She also wants you to use a British accent.””What? I can understand why she’d want to pretend to be Southern, but what’s with the British accent?”Claire shrugged. “I dunno, she didn’t say. But if you want my advice, don’t laugh. It might be a corny fantasy, but it’s something real to her and she’s trusted you with it.”I held up my hands in a placating manner saying, “Hey, no worries. I’m gonna get laid after all of this, so I’ve got motivation to play my part.””All right then, just thought I’d throw it out there.” With that, Claire got up and began to walk toward the house. After a few steps she turned around and looked me up and down, slowly. “Until tomorrow, then! I’ll be out tonight, don’t worry about me.” With a wink, she turned back around and left.”Bye!” I said slowly, thinking about what she’d said. Sierra wanted to have a cheesy role-play? That was downright… c***dish. No wonder she hadn’t ever been clear about her fantasies! It was so out of character for her. But then… isn’t that the point of a fantasy? To imagine or do something you usually can’t?My musings were interrupted as my cell phone began to ring. Seeing that it was from Sierra I took a deep breath, remembered I’d need to use an English accent, and answered, “Good afternoon, this is Eric from Quick & Easy Plumbing, where our plumbing services are always quick and easy to obtain. How may I help you?””Well hi there!” came the breathy reply. “I don’t mean to bother you at all, I’m just havin’ a problem with my shower here and I was wonderin’ if you could maybe send someone over to have a look at it. If it’s not too much trouble, that is.”Sierra was certainly getting into her part- I could hardly recognize her voice beneath the bright and chipper Southern belle accent. It was so different from the way she usually spoke. Gone was her usual controlled, professionally polite tone; in its place was something youthful and overtly naive. I was nearly unable to keep myself from laughing at the stark contrast, but I managed to keep myself in check.”Of course not, miss! It’s no trouble at all. Just go ahead and give me your address and I’ll send my best man over right away.”It wasn’t long before I hung up and went back to my truck. After some tricky maneuvering in my front seat, I managed to get dressed in the clothes Claire had given me and I drove the short distance to my house. It felt weird not to park in the garage like I usually do, and to approach the front door like a stranger. I rang the doorbell and prepared myself for whatever might happen.The door opened and Sierra, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and wearing a fluffy yellow bathrobe (something I was sure I hadn’t seen before), greeted me.”Oh, thank you so much for coming all the way over here. And so quickly, too! My shower has been havin’ problems for some time now and I have no idea how to fix it. You will fix it for me, won’t you?”Her barrage of words nearly caught me off guard, but I slipped into my character and answered, “Of course, miss. If you could just show me where the problem is, I would be happy see what I can do.””You are a lifesaver! Come on in, please. The bathroom is right over here. Oh, and please excuse my indecency,” she said, indicating her bathrobe, “I was just about to go for my daily swim when I thought about my shower problem. You are so sweet to do this for me.””It’s no trouble, Ankara escort bayan miss. No trouble at all.” By now we’d reached the guest bathroom and Sierra ‘showed’ me how the water ran just fine through the tub but wouldn’t divert to the shower.”Is there anything you can do to help me?” She anxiously asked.”Of course, it’s just a simple diverter problem! It shouldn’t take me too long to get things pulled apart and squared away. No more than an hour at the most.””That’s wonderful!” Sierra exclaimed, clapping and jumping up and down – not an easy feat in the small bathroom. “I’ll just let you to it then. Once I’m finished with my swim, I’ll check in on you and fix you up a treat.” With that, she left. I waited until I heard the back door close, and let go of the laughter I’d been holding back. This was so unlike Sierra! This Southern stereotype was everything she wasn’t: easy to trust, naive, bubbly, easily excited. Certainly not the kind of person I would usually fall for, but I could handle it for a while. Once I’d gotten my breath back I went to work on the shower. It took some time, I’m not particularly handy, but I fixed the problem and stood back a bit to admire my handiwork. Shutting the water off, I went to go let Sierra know I was finished. Just as I had left the bathroom I heard a short shriek that was suddenly cut off. A feeling of panic washed over me and I began to run. Upon entering the backyard, I saw a small patch of blood on the corner of the pool, and a sinking Sierra. I jumped in beside her and gently but quickly pulled her over to the stairs and carried her out. She seemed u*********s. Laying her in one of the two poolside lounges, on top of her bathrobe, I spoke soothingly to her, “Hold on Sierra, I’ll call for some help. I’ll be right back, my phone is wet.””I don’t remember telling you my name,” she said quietly, in her normal voice. In my stunned silence, she opened her eyes and gave me a wink before closing them again. And I could have smacked myself. Claire had warned me that I’d be “saving” Sierra at some point. And I’d been so caught up in everything that I had forgotten all about it.”Of course, miss,” I murmured, “just a lucky guess is all.” I patted her arm, then walked over to the pool and discovered that the ‘blood’ was just some ketchup. Shaking my head, I went inside to get a rag and some ice for sierra’s ‘injury’ when she woke up. When I returned, Sierra was ‘awake’ and sitting up, pressing one of her hands to the side of her head. For the first time, I noticed what she’d been wearing beneath her bathrobe. The small yellow two-piece bikini left little to the imagination and she wore it confidently. She gratefully accepted my improvised compress.”Oh my, what happened? I remember getting out of the pool and then I… I slipped! Oh mister, you saved me!” With that, she jumped up and gave me a big hug, pressing her wet body against my sopping clothes. “However could I repay you?””It was nothing, miss,” I said cheerily, enjoying the hug. I was pretty cold, standing there in my wet clothes, and she was very warm. “I couldn’t very well stand by and watch as you drowned, now could I?””Yes you could have and you didn’t!” She pulled back from the hug and looked me over. “And now it’s my fault you’ve gotten all soaked. “Here,” she said, leading me back inside, “let’s get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold. I certainly couldn’t let that happen! Now hand me your clothes when you’ve undressed and you can use one of the towels in there to cover up. I’ll fix you something warm.” With that, she pushed me into the small bathroom I’d been working in and shut the door behind me. With a sigh of anticipation, I got undressed and wrapped a towel around myself. Then I piled up my clothes and went out to see what Claire was up to. She handed me some warm tea when I reached the kitchen, said, “Here I’ll take those, you sit down there on the couch,” and disappeared to throw my clothing into the dryer. Shrugging, I sipped my tea and settled down on the couch. I had a flash of the fun times we’d had on the couch here yesterday, but the environment seemed different. The lights were on, the TV was off, and there was no blanket.”Would you like me to relax you while you wait for your clothes to dry?” she asked when she returned. “It’s the least I can do with everythin’ you’ve done for me!” When I told her I had no objections she took my drink from me and told me to close my eyes and lean slightly forward, then stood behind the couch. Once I had done so, she began to massage me, starting with my forehead and working down to my shoulders. “There we go,” she said softly. She slowly worked her way down my back. Then she gently guided me to lean back and began working her way down my bare chest, leaning over me all the while. At some point she had taken her top off, because along with her heavy breathing I could feel her bare breasts on my back as she slid up and down, up and down. After an indeterminable amount of time, she suddenly pulled away. When I opened my eyes I found Sierra standing in front of me, completely nude, with her hands behind her back. She managed to look shy and sensual all at once; she didn’t keep eye contact with me for long and she kept shifting her weight from side to side. “I hope you don’t mind my forwardness -” she started. She took a couple of slow steps forward and made her way down onto her knees. “-but I couldn’t help but notice how excited you were,” she smiled, indicating my hard-on that was clearly visible through the towel. Sierra had obviously put a lot of time into practicing her act, and I wanted to let her play through the rest of her scenario. But… her scenario was Escort Ankara too good; the innocent act, the massage, the fact that she was naked and willing on her knees in front of me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain myself much longer- so I quickly undid my towel while I reached out and pulled her down onto my throbbing member. “Oh my!” she exclaimed. Sierra’s innocent act finally started to drop as she hungrily began to take me in her mouth. One of her hands kept a tight grip on me so I couldn’t move, while she ran the other along my legs, stomach and chest. She made good use of her fingernails, switching from running her soft fingers and palms along my skin to the more electric tingles the light caresses of her nails left behind. I would’ve been perfectly content with the blowjob, but Sierra apparently had other ideas. After a few minutes she took me out of her mouth and began kissing me all along my body, making her way up my torso. When she couldn’t reach any further I pulled her up so she was straddling my thighs and we passionately kissed for a while, giving me a chance to run my hands along her body. Then she reached between my legs and settled herself on top of me with a pleasurable sigh, her eyes closed while her body arched and she face the ceiling, with her breasts level with my face. I pulled her to me as we began a quick rhythm together, and I kissed her up and down her neck and collarbone, breathing in her chlorine scent. I know that isn’t the sexiest scent in the world, but I didn’t care. She smelled of chlorine and it drove me wild. Pretty soon Sierra had to grasp me by the shoulders with both of her hands; I was thrusting so wildly into her. I slipped out a few times, but never for long as Sierra reached back with a deft hand to quickly guide me back inside. At some point, I can’t remember when, I had begun to suck on her breasts as I held her firmly by the waist with both hands. Sierra began her long, slow moans I loved to hear from her, but with my jackhammer thrusts her voice was broken up and made to sound sharp and staccato; like a c***d bouncing up and down on her father’s knee. It amused me, but Sierra obviously didn’t like it because she soon signaled for me to lay her on the couch.While she settled down on her back, I got a couple of seconds to think about the situation. Sierra and I are passionate lovers. We like our romance, the slow movements and gentle explorations. What we were doing now was wild, spontaneous; almost frantic. No sooner had Sierra settled down than she pulled me on top and had me inside her again. We began a different pace this time, long and deep rather than quick and hard. I could feel her tense beneath me in anticipation of each thrust, and she would swing her hips to meet mine. We soon had ourselves gasping and, when I was sure I wouldn’t last any longer, I pulled out of her and sat up on my knees to work on my heavy breathing as she furiously jerked my member over her stomach. With a grunt and a loud sigh, I released all over her with several large spurts. She smiled and gave a small giggle, and reached for the towel beside her so she could wipe herself off.I collapsed next to her, still breathing heavily, and put my arm around her shoulders. She patiently settled into my side until my breathing had calmed down, then she flipped her still-damp hair behind her and leaned down to bring her mouth on my shrinking penis. With one hand she spread my legs and teased my sack. Since I usually had to get her off once she’d worked me, I figured she was still playing her role. So I just ran my fingers through her thick hair and enjoyed the pleasuring.It didn’t take long for me to get hard again, but she stopped as soon as I was. Instead, she stood up and pulled on my arm until I did the same. Then she lay down on her back again and had me straddle her stomach. She somehow produced a small bottle of lube and smeared it all over her chest. I settled myself so I would be half-resting on her and half supporting myself, and she squeezed her breasts over my shaft, moaning and smiling at me the whole while.Sierra doesn’t typically like to give boob jobs because her breasts are only moderate and it’s hard for her to completely cover my member with them, but I guess Southern Sierra loved them. Who was I to argue? I began thrusting in and out of her slick breasts and enjoyed the feeling all the while. I reached back behind me, so I could play with her slit as well. She was wet with excitement. We went on like that for a while, quickly working ourselves into another frenzy. Since I had already cum I could last a while, but I could tell she was getting pretty close. At the end she let her breasts go to clutch onto my hips as she came, arching her back and thrusting her hips up to meet my fingers. When her orgasm subsided she resumed squeezing her breasts over me and I thrust heartily into them. Then I let out gasp and shot my load onto her neck and face. It wasn’t as impressive as my first load, but I still managed to cover her. Again she reached for the towel to wipe herself off, while I fell down onto the couch, facing her. I just watched her breathing for a moment, admiring the rise and fall of her chest.Some time later, Sierra sat up and said, “I think I’ll go ahead and check on your clothes now, they should be dry and toasty by now.” Sure enough, the dryer had gone off a while ago; we had been too occupied to hear its buzz. I got dressed, she thanked me again for everything, and I left. Meaning I went out the front door and back in through the garage door once I’d parked my truck in it. Sierra and I greeted each other in our normal voices again and relaxed for a while together before going to bed.As I drifted off to sleep I couldn’t help but wonder.What had Claire meant when she said she’d be involved tomorrow?————————————————————————————————————Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed the story. Be sure to look out for the next part soon!

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