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length after only a few short
thrusts, and in moments he was sliding in and out as she bent over the kitchen
counter.
     
    Fiona cried out and leaned far over the counter,
arching her ass out toward him, pushing back as he rode rhythmically against
her. The position was perfect, and the head of his cock was bumping against her
g-spot with every stroke. It wasn't long before she was locking up and gasping,
clenching her fists as Mike continued to work.
     
    He could feel her vagina tighten as he continued to
slide in and out of her, and he slowed his pace as her orgasm subsided. She
looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes half-closed in orgasmic
afterglow. Mike leaned forward to kiss her as he continued to pump. Fiona
lifted her left leg up to the side so her knee was resting on the countertop,
giving him easy and open access to her. He held her by the waist and cried out,
grunting and pumping his hips as he came inside her.
     
    Mike rested his head against her shoulder. They were
both slick with sweat. Fiona giggled. "Did you like that?" she asked.
     
    "Oh God," he moaned. "Where did you
come from? You're like, from another planet or something. I've never met anyone
like you."
     
    "Yeah," she said. "I'm different, all
right." She wiggled her hips and he slid out of her, allowing her to turn
around and wrap her arms around his neck. She kissed him on the mouth, sliding
her tongue against his, kissing deeply like a desperate lover.
     
    They went into the bathroom and crammed themselves
into the little shower stall. Fiona had her shower gel in there, and she soaped
him down, running her hands over his chest and down his stomach, and then
stroking his softened penis as she washed him. She poured some gel into his
hand and turned her back to him, letting him soap up her back and down to her
ass, sliding his hand between her cheeks. He ran his hands all over her,
reaching around to massage her soapy breasts, and down to her pubic area. They
kissed, rinsed, and finally got out.
     
    Mike got his clothes back on and stood in the
kitchen, looking out toward the partly painted front deck.
     
    "Don't even think about going back out there to
paint," Fiona said. She was tying her bikini back in place.
     
    He smiled. "Right. Okay."
     
    "Why are you in such a rush about it anyway?
Have you got other jobs to go do? Do you paint cottages all summer?" She
went to the fridge and opened the door, looking in at her options.
     
    "I told you, I'm not a professional
housepainter," he said. "Steve is paying me as though the job will
take three days. If it takes more than three days, then I'm kind of wasting
time and money. If I take five or six days, then I'm wasting those extra days
that I could be using to work on my own paintings."
     
    "Right," she said. She pulled a bottle of
vodka and a bottle of orange juice out of the fridge, took them over to the
counter, and mixed two tall drinks, light on the vodka, and added lots of ice.
She pulled a bag of chips from the cupboard. "Come on," she said.
"Hang out for a while. I'll let you paint later."
     
    They sat out on the deck and looked out over the
lake. They relaxed and ate chips. Fiona asked him about his life, and got the
full story on his career, his marriage, and now his divorce.
     
    He broke it down pretty simply for her: the way he
saw it, he'd spent four years going to college studying art. After graduating,
he'd picked up a part-time job to pay the bills while he worked on developing
his career as a painter. After a few years he was making some sales from his
art, but hadn't broken through in a major way. His wife, meanwhile, was getting
impatient with what she viewed as a stalled career, and was pressuring him to
start looking for a proper job, something that would give him a real career.
     
    "We ended up having the same fight about my
career every few weeks for a couple of years," he explained. "Pretty
soon the bitterness from those fights just infected everything else,