{"id":48700,"date":"2026-04-30T01:20:21","date_gmt":"2026-04-29T23:20:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=48700"},"modified":"2026-04-30T01:25:45","modified_gmt":"2026-04-29T23:25:45","slug":"the-mud-and-the-muck-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/the-mud-and-the-muck-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"The Mud and the Muck &#8211; An Audio Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-48700-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/the-mud-and-the-muck-erotic-story.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/the-mud-and-the-muck-erotic-story.mp3\">https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/the-mud-and-the-muck-erotic-story.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley and I stood on the side porch of the large house. We were watching the clouds roll in, darkening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGetting to the property line will only be a few minutes\u2014give or take. And all I need to do is mark the property line. That\u2019ll take a second. Then we\u2019ll be back,\u201d Ashley said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I glanced up once more and shook my head. I wasn\u2019t sold on how quick and easy she said it would be, especially with how expansive the property was.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe rain is almost here. It\u2019s not just a few minutes away. It\u2019s a lot closer,\u201d I countered. \u201cLook at those clouds. And the wind is picking up. Plus, the property line is, what, two acres out. I can tell you that shooting pictures in the rain is only for artsy, social media crap, not for real estate.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But she pointed to a red utility vehicle on the gravel driveway. It sat next to a long metal garage. The thing looked as if it was waiting for us, hoping we\u2019d jump in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0It was a high-end, all-terrain UTV with side-by-side seating, roll bars and a lot of handles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat,\u201d she said confidently, \u201cis our way out and back quick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She hopped off the porch onto a stone pathway that led to the vehicle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She hollered back. \u201cThe owner lets me use it all the time. Check out the tread on those tires. I\u2019ve already had some fun.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve been out on that thing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat, you think I live in cashmere and heels?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I shrugged. \u201cWell, I have made some such assumptions in the past. And I\u2019d say they are very accurate.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLook what I\u2019m wearing right now. A track suit and these Wellington boots should disprove your assumptions.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She looked nice in that matching outfit and the wobbly rubber boots. But I had known her for years, and she, in fact, loved her cashmere and heels. Name brand, overtly expensive, and fit to show off. She wore tight skirts that hugged her hips and bared her toned legs. Her blouses were amazing no matter the style. As the finishing touch, her jewelry\u2014earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and rings\u2014were her highlights, even though she needed none.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThose tires can get us through anything,\u201d she was saying.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley got into the driver seat and gripped the steering wheel, like a race-car driver. \u201cIt goes everywhere. Up hills, down hills. Always spitting up mud.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She turned on the engine. It grumbled to life, happily awake.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I hopped off the porch. \u201cI think you mean \u2018spittin\u2019\u2019 up mud.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley revved the engine and gave a devilish laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She barely gave me a chance to settle in before taking off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The front tires ripped up the green grass. The rear tires dug into gravel. The rocks pelted the metal garage, sounding like distant machine-gun fire.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She jolted us forward. My head shot back, straining my neck. I gripped the grab handle with one hand while cuddling my precious camera in the other. We bounced and hopped. She jerked us to the right, and then we slung to the left. She sped up hills and into the property\u2019s marshy lowlands. I think we took flight several times.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She finally stopped and put the brake on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI need to put the post just over there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With it in hand, she stepped into the muddiness and walked, daintily, to an orange tag nailed to a tree. As if angling her sights with the tag, she jammed the post into the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She looked at me and gave a thumbs-up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDone,\u201d she shouted. \u201cAnd before the rain. You better get some pictures before I leave you behind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I took a few pictures of the woodland edge with the marshland. There was no need for more. I might not even use any of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then there was a horrible sight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dainty Ashley slipped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In a moment, the manicured woman in her fashionable track suit was face-down in the mud. Her hands were covered in the muck, and the outfit was soaking wet and chocolate-brown.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Worst, Ashley\u2019s face looked like she had wolfed down a whole German chocolate cake at an eating contest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When on her knees, she stared ahead completely bewildered. She was shocked at what just happened. In disbelief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFuck,\u201d she muttered simply.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She slowly got to her feet\u2014slipping twice more\u2014before I could reach her to help. She flung the goo from her hands and brushed the gunk from the front of her suit. It, more so, just smeared the mud down the front of her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I kept silent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI just ruined \u2026 my outfit, it\u2019s \u2026 fuck!\u201d She grunted in disgust. Suddenly I glimpsed her glaring eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGot your pictures?\u201d she asked angrily.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cUm, yes,\u201d I chirped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen we\u2019re leaving.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWant me to drive?\u201d I asked timidly, fearing a nuclear explosion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She plopped into the seat. Her muddy hands grabbed the steering wheel. She slammed her foot on the gas pedal. There, the tires really flung up the mud, as she headed up a steep hill.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Despite the tires\u2019 mud tread, the UTV lost traction, swerving in the slick mud. But the tires caught traction, by chance, and jolted us forward. The hill, however, was steeper than she must have expected, particularly in her infuriation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The front tires lifted off the ground. The vehicle seemed to become as angry as she was. It teetered back. I recalled having the same sensation, when I was nine years old, sitting at the peak of a terrifying roller coaster ride.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Thankfully, the front tires landed on the ground, with a bound and a screech of the shocks. But her foot was still heavy on the gas pedal. All four wheels went wild as she jerked the steering wheel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, shit!\u201d Ashley yelped. She let go of the steering wheel, but, yet, her foot hadn&#8217;t let off the pedal.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">All over again, the UTV raised up again and slammed down and bounced.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFoot off the gas pedal!\u201d I shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When she did, all went still, except for the excited engine.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She and I were stunned. We only stared ahead, breathing again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley broke the silence. \u201cI was not \u2026 uh, not expecting that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She patted her chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I put my forehead on the dashboard and took in a deep breath, exactly as I did when that roller coaster ride ended. I was sick.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Cautiously, she touched the gas pedal. The tires spun and dug deeper into the slippery grooves of mud. After more revs and spinning tires, the vehicle was not getting out of the marshland. She finally realized what she had done. The sludge had only further dragged down the tires with the spinning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat is going on with this damn thing?\u201d she asked with a growl\u2014not actually wanting an answer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was frustrated and, as much, concerned. She revved the engine to spin the tires, paused, and then hit the gas pedal again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cStop!\u201d I shouted. I grabbed the steering wheel. \u201cStop spinning the tires. You\u2019re making it worse.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She cast an evil stare, and her mouth was pursed tight. The mud still covered the lower part of her face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe need to get some traction on our back tires to get out.\u201d I climbed from my seat to leave her fuming. She stared forward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From the woodland edge, I yanked a branch from tangled brush and tugged it to the rear tires. I jammed the branch as best as I could against the tread.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOkay, Ashley, press the gas pedal,\u201d I hollered, and then added, \u201cGently!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She wasn\u2019t gentle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The tires spit mud all over me, spewing it the entire time that the tires spun. Instantly, I was as muddy as she was. My jeans and jacket were covered, and my face was splattered brown. I had mud in my mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFuck, Ashley! Didn\u2019t you hear me? I said \u2018gently\u2019!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She glanced through the rearview mirror. Her angry face suddenly transformed. The anger melted. She began to laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She scrambled from the UTV.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy god, I am so sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With no one in the seats, the UTV rolled backward onto the branch but stopped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley hugged me, as I stood stiff, my arms spread wide, dripping with mud. She laughed. \u201cI really didn\u2019t hear you. I would never have \u2026 Really, I wouldn\u2019t\u2019ve.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She then wiped a chunk of mud off my lips and smeared it on her pants.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I was about to say something when I felt the first few raindrops. The air had cooled, and the clouds were sullen gray. They looked mean.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She glanced up, shielding her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The drops hit harder. \u201cI can\u2019t believe it. This is so not our day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI warned you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She hugged me again. \u201cYou were right.\u201d She slid her thumbs over my eyebrows to wipe off more mud.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid I hear you admit that you were\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, but you will never hear it again.\u201d She patted my muddy cheek arrogantly and turned toward the UTV.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I removed a glop of goo from my chin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWait.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She turned back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/tiani-twist\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-48627 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/lelo-tiani-twist-couples-sex-toy.jpg\" alt=\"tiani twist sex toy for couples\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/lelo-tiani-twist-couples-sex-toy.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/lelo-tiani-twist-couples-sex-toy-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/lelo-tiani-twist-couples-sex-toy-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/lelo-tiani-twist-couples-sex-toy-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe need a picture together\u2014artsy for social media.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I smeared mud below her eyes, like a baseball player.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe hell was that for?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cRemembering the time we hit a homerun all the way to the edge of the field.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We took the picture.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Suddenly, there was a downpour. The raindrops were cold.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley sat in the driver seat. Before she touched anything, I urged her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis time, be easy with the gas pedal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She winked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With several light touches and short jolts, the tread and the branch together lodged us free from the muck and marsh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We arrived at the house, soaking wet and covered in mud. She drove into the garage bay.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She tugged at her outfit and looked herself over.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThese clothes are ruined. This mud won\u2019t come out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThere some place to get out of these clothes?\u201d I asked. \u201cI suppose there\u2019s nowhere out here to dry them off. Inside though?\u201d I raised my eyebrows to urge her on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo one\u2019s home,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd the owners said they\u2019d be gone to give me a couple hours to shoot pictures.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Without waiting, I wrestled my drenched t-shirt over my head. \u201cSo they\u2019ve got to have a washer and a dryer, unless they\u2019re cavemen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley unzipped her browned track jacket.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThey aren\u2019t cavemen. They even have running water.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd a shower?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSeveral,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen no more waiting out here. Get inside.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We dashed through the rain to the porch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the door, Ashley slapped my chest to stop me from rushing in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShoes off,\u201d she said, wagging her finger. \u201cI don\u2019t want them to know we did this\u2014dragging in mud. They like a clean house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo no mud in the mudroom, huh?\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot when they don\u2019t know. And I am not going to mop the floor for you.\u201d She pulled off her Wellingtons.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She kept me outside for a moment.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWait, let me take off my shirt and pants,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo objections there. I always let a woman go first.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She left me on the porch. I got cold as the winds continued to blow. I listened to raindrops slap against the overhang. I got out of my shoes and struggled with my sloppy, soaked socks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When inside, I saw the mudroom was clean. There was a straight row of women\u2019s work boots, Crocs, garden shoes, and a pair of flashy pink running shoes. Next to them was the line of corresponding men\u2019s shoes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The floor had a freshly glistening shine. There were no coats hanging on the hooks. Instead, a small vintage washboard hung there as country home-craft art.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">By then, Ashley was somewhere else in the house. The lid of the washer was open. Inside were Ashley\u2019s track suit, her socks, and panties the color of lilacs. I dug around the clothes but found no bra.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMostly nude.\u201d I grinned fiendishly as I grabbed my camera. \u201cTime to get some, he-he, pictures.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I tossed my shirt, pants and underwear into the washer with her clothes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I began to explore the house naked. The mudroom led to the open kitchen with a heightened ceiling and a top-of-the-line stove and an expanse of speckled pearl granite countertops. The floor was cold on my bare feet, and the cool temperature indoors made the rest of me chilly, which affected certain parts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I could have called for Ashley but sneaking around would be more fun. It might let my body acclimate to the temperature before I found her while I was shriveled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was a breakfast nook. The view from the window was blurred with the rivulets of rain. I grinned at the trouble Ashley and I had had out there\u2014somewhere. And it was not actually trouble per se. I mean, because of it, she was roaming around this house with barely any clothes on\u2014if any.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I took a few pictures\u2014for the sake of real estate.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The dining room was nice with its modern lighting fixture over the table and coupled, oddly, with an aged grandfather clock, ticking steadily.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The view through the room&#8217;s window stretched only as far as the roof of the front porch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was no sound in the house other than rain pattering on the windows and that grandfather clock\u2019s ticking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I honestly hoped, by now, to have heard a woman\u2019s desirous call.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The den was formal with a huntsmen allure. Lush couches and high-backed chairs were set beneath large game\u2014a twelve-point buck high on one wall with a boar\u2019s head on the opposite wall. The deer looked proud, regal. The boar was angry, baring its ugly tusks. Mounted above the stone fireplace was a ram with its curved horns.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Both first-floor bedrooms were orderly, with blankets flat and pillows set on the bed in balance. But no Ashley.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I began down the stairs into the den on the floor below. Halfway down, a chilly breeze swept around my naked body. I shriveled up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I could clearly hear the patter of dripping rain and then the deep rumbling of thunder.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Stepping onto the plush carpet of the den, I saw a patio door opened. It was opened on purpose, because a small bra dangled from the door handle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Walking to the bra, I heard the bubbly-boiling of a hot tub. I nodded, knowing where she was.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I plucked the bra off the handle as I stepped through the doorway.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, no one was in the tub or on the porch. Such a disappointment.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She wouldn\u2019t be under the water, would she? I wondered. Maybe to get back at me for something.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAshley?\u201d I said calmly, albeit cautiously.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was no answer. I paused for a moment knowing the water was too hot to stay under long and she would need to breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A moment later, still nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere is she?\u201d I muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I had been getting excited in my search for this naked woman. Maybe it was time she came to me. Plus, hot water on a chilly day would be good.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I set aside my camera\u2014away from the rain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Touching the water, I had to pull my foot out of the super-heated water and slide it in slowly to get acclimated.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, I was straddling the edge of the tub\u2014one foot in, one foot out\u2014when the porch door slammed closed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I froze, shocked in my position.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAshley?\u201d I said. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Without an answer, I pulled my foot from the water and went to the door. It was locked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I pressed my forehead and nose against the door window to see in. No one.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I knocked. \u201cHello?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I expected to see Ashley taunting me. There was only an indistinct conversation. I could not hear exactly what was being said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley, wrapped in a teal bath towel, appeared first from the stairs into the den, followed by a tall man.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I was confused why her bra was on this door when she was upstairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Their talking was muffled by both the door and the bubbling water. All I knew was that the conversation kept on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I climbed into the hot tub to keep out of sight. People are often surprised by a naked man on their porch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The steaming water was up to my chin, as I planned to dip out of sight when needed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The voices got nearer and somewhat discernible.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNothing under that towel?\u201d the man laughed heartedly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Some of what Ashley said was, \u201cThe rain caught me &#8230; drove out to \u2026 got soaked.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0In spite of the bubbling water, I think the man talked about the land and acreage.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He became easier to hear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLarge property but that marshland on the edge is problem after a heavy rain.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then the door opened. I heaved a breath and ducked under water. I pressed my hands and feet to each side of the tub to stay under water. I let go of some air to help in sinking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cClose that door. I\u2019m cold,\u201d Ashley said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The door closed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I came into the air. Luckily, he didn\u2019t notice my small camera.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then I heard the door lock.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the tub, I could see the two talking in the den. With a quick glance, they were near the steps.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on,\u201d I urged aloud, \u201cleave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But the homeowner didn\u2019t. In fact, he started to the door by the hot tub.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I scrambled out of the water fast, like a wet cat. I leapt off the porch and jogged along the side of the house to a short fir tree.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The fir tickled and poked me, but it was the best hiding I could find.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The winds swirled, and the rain pelted my chest and arms. I turned to let the drops hit my bare back. All this cold torture was exacerbated because I had just soaked in the hot bath.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I heard the man ask, \u201cThe place could be sold in the next month or two?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley agreed. I could have listened more, but whatever they said was not worth hearing. I needed to get warm. I had shriveled up all over\u2014nipples to my nuts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I had to leave my camera behind. Explaining why it was there would be easier than explaining a naked man on the porch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I scurried around the corner of the house and then hustled to my truck. Thankfully, I hadn\u2019t locked it, but I didn\u2019t have the keys to start it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">All I could do was listen to the rain tap the roof of my truck and wait for the homeowner to leave.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He and Ashley must have talked for a long time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Slowly, my mind warmed, and so did my body, when I let thoughts hover over the image of that towel falling to the floor and the man&#8217;s surprise. It helped to take my mind from the immediate circumstance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I had been in the truck for about a half-hour when the owner jogged from the mudroom to the garage where Ashley had parked the UTV.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Despite leaving the house, he was still here and, worse, my clothes were likely not dry. Unable to get them or my keys and get out. I plopped my forehead on the steering wheel. This was terrible, no-good. A cold, rainy day. Naked. Stuck in a truck. No keys.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But the dining room curtains split and there was a wild wave. Ashley looked to be on her phone. I searched for mine, but it was in my camera bag, which was in the mudroom where I left it before our excursion on the UTV.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I shrugged, hoping to show her I had no phone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then, in a flurry, she pointed to the side of the house, the direction I had just come.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I jogged back to the side of the house. The wind and rain chilled my bare body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Around the corner, she was hanging on a porch post.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGet in here. Go to the storage room. It&#8217;s on this floor.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A single, plain door was across the den.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I turned on a light in the storage room. It was packed\u2014disorganized\u2014with big boxes and snap-top plastic containers.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I ducked into the far back behind a clothing rack of suit jackets and long dresses. I caught sight of a long woolen business coat. I slid it off the hanger and soon was getting warm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI know this guy would hate to know a naked man was wearing his coat.\u201d I snickered. \u201cThe things he&#8217;ll never know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So unexpectedly, the storage door opened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat is this light doing on? I hate when Marsha forgets to turn off the lights,\u201d the homeowner grumbled.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I curled into a ball.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I heard the guy say, \u201cI would offer better-fitting clothes, but, um, my wife, she\u2019s a bit bigger than you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t say that about her. She\u2019s lovely,\u201d Ashley answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t say she was ugly. Just larger. Oh well, take what you can find. I don\u2019t think she\u2019ll miss one dress.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNever underestimate a woman. She knows what she has and when something goes missing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnyway, there are some clothes she won\u2019t mind letting you have. I\u2019ll let you be for a minute.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I heard the door close.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley spread apart the clothes. The hangars scratched along the metal rack. She glared down at me. \u201cYou better be quiet and stay put. You nearly got caught twice! And swimming in the hot tub. Better be glad I noticed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMe? You got us in this jam with your bad driving.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon&#8217;t get smart with me. Running around naked, like this is some sex romp.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLeaving your bra on the door handle! You&#8217;re the one in only a towel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBecause of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo way, not me. How did I know he&#8217;d show up? I&#8217;m just a photographer. You&#8217;re the agent.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEither way, stay put. I&#8217;ll get him to leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was a knock at the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFound something yet?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAlmost. One second.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She continued her evil stare. She slipped a moo-moo over her head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHis wife really is a large lady,\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley snarled and turned away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The light went out. The door closed. All was quiet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I was left alone for too long, so I turned on the light to look around.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An off-road bicycle with really fat tires, cross-country snow skis, a worn punching bag, a painting of Norway that hanged crookedly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I also found under a bedsheet an odd kiddie-sized picnic table. However, it had cushioned seats and top. Too comfortable for kids to destroy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMust be for sensitive butts.\u201d I sat on it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I ran my hand along the seat. There were obvious worn spots\u2014circle-like\u2014on the benches.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Interestingly there were clamps on one end of the tabletop\u2014the opposite end of from the worn spots. And leather bands on the beaches.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Underneath the picnic table was a storage bin. I popped it open. The kink of the house became known.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, man, wow.\u201d I slapped my forehead. \u201cHow does Ashley find these clients?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From the bin, I picked up a wooden paddle. I tightened my grip on it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy fault today? She needs a little discipline for this whole mess.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I waited for what seemed like hours until finally the door opened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSome people just won\u2019t leave!\u201d she barged in, saying. \u201cHe had me talking about interest rates and selling trends and my percentage of the sale. Even asked about you\u2014where&#8217;s my photographer, he was asking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid he?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes. And here I am lying for you. Madness. Oh, and your clothes are dry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She tossed them at me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She shimmied the moo-moo over her head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNow let&#8217;s get this done, please.\u201d She picked through her clothes, checking the mud stains.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGet what done?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis shoot. I&#8217;ve wasted my whole day. I&#8217;ve got a life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAshley,\u201d I said slowly, \u201cI want a picnic.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA what? Today? We&#8217;ve done enough.\u201d Without paying attention to me, she adjusted her breasts in the cups of her bra.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, not enough.\u201d I patted the top of the picnic table. \u201cAshley.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She stopped, confused. \u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I walked boldly to her. \u201cI&#8217;ve been cold. I&#8217;ve been wet. I&#8217;ve been muddy, soaked, naked in the rain.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTerrible, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThere needs to be consequences for it all. Paid for by you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She suddenly paused. Her cute panties dangled in her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome here.\u201d I took her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/enigma-double-sonic\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47683 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ENIGMA_DS_850x425.jpg\" alt=\"enigma double sonic sex toy for women\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ENIGMA_DS_850x425.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ENIGMA_DS_850x425-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ENIGMA_DS_850x425-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ENIGMA_DS_850x425-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA picnic in here?\u201d she said with a hint of concern.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLay on the top, knees on the seats\u2014one on each side.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPlease not now,\u201d she urged, despite stepping to the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I clamped her wrists and then restrained her ankles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLooks good,\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I picked up the paddle. She glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPlease be kind. Please? I didn\u2019t know all that\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I swatted her butt. The spanked echoed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She hissed. Her head fell.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor all the mud.\u201d I swatted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She apologized, her head down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor your anger.\u201d I spanked her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her head reared up this time. She bucked like a furious bronco at a rodeo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor the bra on the door handle, which began all of this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I gave her two hard spanks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The metal clamps on each wrist rattled with her reactive jolt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOw, ah, ow!\u201d And she then whimpered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her fair backside ripened to peach-pink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m \u2026 I\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said through quick breaths as she absorbed the lingering sting. \u201cI didn\u2019t know \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I ran my fingernails lightly along her outer thighs and then veered up her backside. She was so attractive trapped onto that little bench. Her breasts were squeezed together as her wrists were cuffed so close. Her legs were spread wide. Her back swooped with the shape of a ski jump\u2014from her head, down her back to her hips, and rounded by the obvious ass.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Standing behind her, I could gaze at her pussy and her asshole. I pulled her cheeks wider, making the flesh stretch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I let go of the asscheeks to let them fall back into place. I smacked with my hand. \u201cI suffered a lot today. But you looked great in the mud.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She peeked over her shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen it wasn\u2019t a terrible day for\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She blew her rumpled hair out of her face. \u201c\u2014for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt was for me. The mud and the muck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I paddled and paddled her ass. The table rocked, and she hissed and hissed from the searing pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The flesh of her ass transitioned from peach-pink to raspberry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley squealed when I touched her with spiked pinwheel, which had been in the bin with the paddle. I rolled it up one side of her butt, curving at the top of her ass and then down the other side. Her back tensed and her toes squeezed as the thin metal spikes on the wheel left a red trail along her skin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While continuing to roll it, I brushed my forefinger against her gapping pussy. She was sloppy wet and warm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She bucked at the dual touches\u2014the one entering unexpectedly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The restraints rattled and the table shook. I could only smile.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was time. I dropped the pinwheel and aligned my hard cock with her open pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her pussy, so wet and slick, welcomed my cock. I slid easily into its warm slipperiness. I enjoyed the warmth, thrusting into her slowly at first.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy god!\u201d she howled with the deep thrusts. She immediately was rocking her hips to deepen my thrusts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her flesh bounced. The table shook too.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her round butt had the shape of a heart.\u00a0 The sexual goodness built deep inside of me. I gripped her hips to increase my speed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYour pussy is so good,\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sex was driving me to my edge in a racecar. My body slapped against her backside.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was loving it too.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFu-fu-fuck!\u201d Ashley shouted. Her head fell forward. She gritted and hissed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The clamps around her wrists began to wrestle against the table. She tried to raise and shift her hips so my dick would hit certain spots. She stretched her back. Obviously, the always-sought-after and overly exhilarating goodness blanketed her body. She stretched. Her pussy tightened around me. She moaned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Moments later, I pulled out. With quick strokes, I exploded over her backside. A load landed on her lower back and a second fell onto the peak of her ass crack. I slapped her ass with my dick.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I worked to slow my breathing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Afterward, Ashley and I were tired at the least. We were silent. We didn\u2019t want to move. The residue of orgasm in our bodies wafted away\u2014mine before hers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We cleaned up using the owner&#8217;s clothes\u2014not his wife&#8217;s, as Ashley demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With my clothes in hand, I looked at her and then patted the picnic table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ve got to ask, Ashley, how do you find these kinky clients?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We heard heavy footsteps on the floor above.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ashley paused with her mouth wide open.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou said he left,\u201d I said, trying to jump into my jockeys.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe did.\u201d She tried to get into her panties faster.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The steps thudded on each step down to the den.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ll hide where I was. Find somewhere too,\u201d I ordered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I scrambled to the back of the room. I didn\u2019t see where Ashley disappeared, but, wherever she went, she forgot to shut off the lights.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The storage room door opened, sending a swoosh of air throughout the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere is she?\u201d the homeowner said. Then he gruffed his frustration. \u201cJust leaves the light on\u2014upping my power bill.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before he turned them off, he stepped to the picnic table we had just used. I could see him eye it, skeptically, wondering why it was uncovered. He picked up the pinwheel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHmm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I held my breath. I feared the sight of Ashley standing up and admitting everything.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He slid a blanket over the tiny table. His eyes scanned the room once more. Then the room went dark, and the door closed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In what seemed forever, the heavy footsteps went up the stairs and were gone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPsst.\u201d I heard Ashley. She turned on the lights.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I stood up from behind the hanging clothes. 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