While Simon has been enjoy­ing the shadow and light play from the blinds, I’ve been a bit more involved in stay­ing cool.  I know why I am no longer a South­ern girl, I just can’t take the heat.

Trav­el­ing cre­ates some inter­est­ing dilem­mas for us right now, stay­ing with fam­ily puts a bit of a hold on some of the more rough and tum­ble games we play, but gives us a whole new world for pic­tures.  Simon enjoyed the light in our room this morn­ing, and a quick stroke or two…he’ll be pin­ning me down tonight though, not sure that he can hold out much longer.

If you were to peek in our win­dows in the morn­ing, you’d see a very “aver­age” couple…sometimes engaged in not so “aver­age” activ­i­ties.  On the street, how­ever, you prob­a­bly wouldn’t ever con­nect me to this place.  So with every post I’m half naked, expos­ing a side that you might not nor­mally see.  And so a HNT to match, “aver­age” Ava, get­ting ready for an “aver­age” day, with a head full of fun to share later.

The some­what ner­vous greet­ings were quick and he wel­comed her in.  There wasn’t enough room at the desk so they decided the cof­fee table would be bet­ter.  She sat on the floor, legs curled beside her, lap­top on the table open to her project.  Her posi­tion was too demure, too acces­si­ble.  He could see down her shirt, admire her curves, imag­ine what else she could do while kneel­ing so con­ve­niently.  As she set up he excused him­self.  A quick shot of whiskey, maybe two, to set­tle him so that he could get through the night.  “Oh, I’m sorry…” she said, walk­ing in on him down­ing his third shot.  “Busted…” he said with a grin, the whiskey was start­ing to take the edge off.  “I’m just used to hav­ing a cou­ple drinks when I get home, don’t mean to make you uncom­fort­able.”  Not uncom­fort­able at all, she said, but with that tone that made him know she was lying.  “Would you like a small one?  Your close to drink­ing age right?  Hon­estly I always code bet­ter with whiskey.”  They both laughed and he poured them both a drink, both his and hers a bit taller than they needed to be.

Her gig­gles were get­ting louder as he explained PHP and hex codes.  She touched his knee and looked up at him as he helped he plod through the site she was required to make.  Bend­ing over her to cor­rect small cod­ing errors he lin­gered, tak­ing in her scent, see­ing how long she would allow him to hover.  By the sec­ond drink the tem­per­a­ture had warmed.  “I can’t fig­ure out how to get all of these videos and ads to mesh right! I just don’t get it, there aren’t any sites that have ALL of this crap in the same place.”  Her frus­tra­tion was attrac­tive to him, he laughed and she fol­lowed.  “Let me show you.” he said, bend­ing over her, play­fully push­ing her out of the way.  A few key­strokes later and a site appeared.  Sound, ads, text, com­ments, all of the con­tent she hadn’t been able to work into her project; includ­ing video, one of a busty young woman tak­ing a cock deep down her throat.

Her gasp made him laugh.  “Oh, did I embar­rass you?  You just said it didn’t all exist in one place…this one popped into my mind as an exam­ple.”  Not, embar­rassed she pro­fessed, just sur­prised, it wasn’t any­thing she didn’t know about she exclaimed.  “Are you sure?” he teased, “I just assumed, a girl your age, one as attrac­tive as you, you must have been with a few guys already”  “Yeah…I mean no…I mean…I’m not embar­rassed, I know about all of that stuff” she said.  “All of that stuff huh?  What about this?…” a few more key­strokes and a video appeared of a woman bent over a cof­fee table, her ass full of a large hard cock as she moaned and grunted.  She stared, open mouthed.  “Can I refill your drink?” he asked as he walked away to fill it.

After a hard nights work.

He had over heard them talk­ing in the back of the class, “I can’t believe you are going to his house!  I’m so jeal­ous! I need extra help too!”, the voices and gig­gles of high school girls, both grat­ing and entic­ing at the same time.  One, how­ever stood qui­etly, a bright red rush­ing to her cheeks as her friends gushed, “I just need help with my site, and we couldn’t do it hear because of that geek tech club, sheesh, don’t be so stu­pid.”  She always was the cool one, she stood out from the crowd.  That may have been why he was so drawn to her.

More than once he had found him­self look­ing where he shouldn’t have been, glanc­ing down an unbut­toned col­lar while check­ing her work, brush­ing against her in the hall­way, watch­ing her bend to pick up her books.  He felt like a lech­er­ous old man.  When she asked for extra help on a project his first thoughts had been absolutely appro­pri­ate, give her some tips after school, and have a bit of com­pany for the hour he had to stay clean­ing out files, it would be fine.  When she men­tioned the lab wouldn’t be avail­able he said they could work at his place with­out think­ing, and then his mind began to wander.

It wasn’t an obvi­ously provoca­tive out­fit, sim­ple really but enough to empha­sise the parts of her he liked the most.  Jeans, cut just right, show­ing off her ample hips and firm round ass.  A plain white blouse, unbut­toned slightly, but with a taste­ful under­shirt beneath it.  Her breasts stood high and firm, the curves of the top vis­i­ble only if you were to make an effort.  When he answered the door he didn’t imme­di­ately real­ize who it was, out­side of class she seemed adult, but just barely, and when he said hello his eyes wan­dered across her body, mak­ing her blush, and that is what started to make him hard.

One– I need a cam­era other than my phone.

Two– I need more thongs like this, its the only one I have.

Three– I need to love my body more because some­times it can be pretty hot.

Simon spent the bet­ter part of last week in ser­vice to me.  He does an amaz­ing job.  Not to men­tion he looks fan­tas­tic in an apron.

Very rarely do I order Simon.  I have a ten­dency to ask.  I ask sweetly, I say please, I smile.  He knows though.  Simon knows that a request from me, in times like now, is absolutely an order.

For­get­ting to do some­thing that is requested, or ignor­ing it, or being bratty about it doesn’t get an imme­di­ate rep­ri­mand or pun­ish­ment.  It will usu­ally get a grin, a lit­tle laugh, but it is always remembered.

I enjoy it that way.  I like to whis­per that I’ll remem­ber into Simon’s ear when we are out in pub­lic and he makes a lit­tle quip.  I like the look in his eye when I have to remind him of an ear­lier request.  I like the way he will flinch the tini­est bit when I tell him I’m not pleased in some way.

My nature is one of sweet­ness, lik­ing to please, want­ing to please, enjoy­ing the quiet plea­sures in life.  That does not mean, how­ever, that I don’t take great plea­sure in teas­ing and tor­tur­ing when the time is right.  I can red­den an ass with­out mercy when pro­voked and I will make him beg me to stop.  I can cum quickly and often, and I can do it with­out giv­ing him release.  There are many ways to use a per­son and I can do them all, but it will always start with a request, not an order.