I’m hopeful.”
“Me too. Yum...”
Chapter Two
Marie and Annette lingered peeking in the lighted window of the Mount Vernon gift shop. Marie’s attention befell on the George Washington Christmas tree ornaments, hung gaily on artificial trees.
Annette fancied the three corner hats. She sang a little nursery rhyme about three cornered hats. “I’ve always wanted one, you know.”
“You’ve always wanted a three cornered hat?”
“Yes. Let’s go in and purchase a pair. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Annette bought a hat and a George Washington shaped whistle. Marie purchased a hat and a brooch shaped like the Key to the Bastille. Back out in the summer night, the girls donned their hats. Annette tooted the three cornered hat toon into her whistle. Cars retrieved tourists in the circular drive.
“Why didn’t you buy a fife instead?”
“They sold fifes?”
“Maybe we can come back some time.” Marie pinned her brooch onto her form fitting yellow camisole, over her left nipple. Her long billowing floral skirt skimmed her legs.
Cars retrieved tourists in the circular drive. Footsteps approached. She detected the electricity of his thumb on her bare skin as she spun on her espadrilles to smile at Vincent.
She said, “This is my friend, Annette.”
“Lovely to meet you Annette...this is Virgil, my brother.”
Annette winked. “Nice seeing you again.”
“You’re the skater girls from this afternoon,” he enthused. “Sorry to have peddled off so soon.”
Vincent suggested, “Come. Let’s stroll down to the treading barn.”
The two couples paired off as they stepped through a gate and strolled over the rolling terrain in the bright starlight. Well, that and the lantern Vincent carried.
Marie scrutinized it. “Hey, that’s not a real candle! It’s a battery operated flashlight.”
“We can’t have real candles burning in these wooden structures.”
“Good thinking.”
As they reached the sixteen-sided building used for indoor wheat threshing, Virgil guided Annette to a ramp and disappeared into the upper level. Vincent grasped Marie’s hand and they passed into the treading barn at ground level.
“What’s this place for?” she asked, barely able to see.
“Threshing. Wheat was strewn in the upper level. Horses and mules were led in circles, their footsteps crushing the plants and the wheat kernels fell through slats in the floor down here.” He softly kissed her lips.
She returned it, with a hunger.
Vincent’s hands brushed the soft cotton of her top, teasing the nipples to life. Marie moaned. He leaned down and drew one into his mouth, fabric, brooch and all.
She tugged him back. “You’ll hurt yourself on the pin.”
“But it’s the key to your Bastille...”
Marie tangled her hands in his wavy hair, yanking the ribbon loose. She wound it around her hand as he attended her other breast, nibbling and sucking.
A rustling noise distracted Marie. She said, “Stop...shh...” He did.
Wheat trickled from above, along with the sounds of intercourse.
“It seems like my brother and your girlfriend have found a common interest.”
“Let’s watch.” Marie took a few steps.
“No. That’s too weird. It would be like watching myself. I’ll entertain you.”
“How so?”
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Where will it be? Tuscany? Casablanca? Las Vegas? Uranus?” he winked.
“I’m not that kind of girl.” she teased.
“Come on cowgirl, show me your stirrups.”
“Have a seat.”
He plopped down in the hay, positioning the lantern to shine on the beautiful exotic lady.
She yanked her camisole over her head, exposing pert white mounds haloed by tan lines.
Marie dangled the ribbon she’d removed from his hair and threw her head back. She teased him, winding it around her neck, ticking her nipples and tying it around each breast in turn.
Vincent groaned as he palmed the straining fabric of his costume.
“Take your shirt off.”
“Me too. Yum...”
Chapter Two
Marie and Annette lingered peeking in the lighted window of the Mount Vernon gift shop. Marie’s attention befell on the George Washington Christmas tree ornaments, hung gaily on artificial trees.
Annette fancied the three corner hats. She sang a little nursery rhyme about three cornered hats. “I’ve always wanted one, you know.”
“You’ve always wanted a three cornered hat?”
“Yes. Let’s go in and purchase a pair. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Annette bought a hat and a George Washington shaped whistle. Marie purchased a hat and a brooch shaped like the Key to the Bastille. Back out in the summer night, the girls donned their hats. Annette tooted the three cornered hat toon into her whistle. Cars retrieved tourists in the circular drive.
“Why didn’t you buy a fife instead?”
“They sold fifes?”
“Maybe we can come back some time.” Marie pinned her brooch onto her form fitting yellow camisole, over her left nipple. Her long billowing floral skirt skimmed her legs.
Cars retrieved tourists in the circular drive. Footsteps approached. She detected the electricity of his thumb on her bare skin as she spun on her espadrilles to smile at Vincent.
She said, “This is my friend, Annette.”
“Lovely to meet you Annette...this is Virgil, my brother.”
Annette winked. “Nice seeing you again.”
“You’re the skater girls from this afternoon,” he enthused. “Sorry to have peddled off so soon.”
Vincent suggested, “Come. Let’s stroll down to the treading barn.”
The two couples paired off as they stepped through a gate and strolled over the rolling terrain in the bright starlight. Well, that and the lantern Vincent carried.
Marie scrutinized it. “Hey, that’s not a real candle! It’s a battery operated flashlight.”
“We can’t have real candles burning in these wooden structures.”
“Good thinking.”
As they reached the sixteen-sided building used for indoor wheat threshing, Virgil guided Annette to a ramp and disappeared into the upper level. Vincent grasped Marie’s hand and they passed into the treading barn at ground level.
“What’s this place for?” she asked, barely able to see.
“Threshing. Wheat was strewn in the upper level. Horses and mules were led in circles, their footsteps crushing the plants and the wheat kernels fell through slats in the floor down here.” He softly kissed her lips.
She returned it, with a hunger.
Vincent’s hands brushed the soft cotton of her top, teasing the nipples to life. Marie moaned. He leaned down and drew one into his mouth, fabric, brooch and all.
She tugged him back. “You’ll hurt yourself on the pin.”
“But it’s the key to your Bastille...”
Marie tangled her hands in his wavy hair, yanking the ribbon loose. She wound it around her hand as he attended her other breast, nibbling and sucking.
A rustling noise distracted Marie. She said, “Stop...shh...” He did.
Wheat trickled from above, along with the sounds of intercourse.
“It seems like my brother and your girlfriend have found a common interest.”
“Let’s watch.” Marie took a few steps.
“No. That’s too weird. It would be like watching myself. I’ll entertain you.”
“How so?”
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Where will it be? Tuscany? Casablanca? Las Vegas? Uranus?” he winked.
“I’m not that kind of girl.” she teased.
“Come on cowgirl, show me your stirrups.”
“Have a seat.”
He plopped down in the hay, positioning the lantern to shine on the beautiful exotic lady.
She yanked her camisole over her head, exposing pert white mounds haloed by tan lines.
Marie dangled the ribbon she’d removed from his hair and threw her head back. She teased him, winding it around her neck, ticking her nipples and tying it around each breast in turn.
Vincent groaned as he palmed the straining fabric of his costume.
“Take your shirt off.”
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