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something interesting you want to remember. You can try
writing songs, or poems, or little stories. Stuff from the news, or something
that's happening in the world. You can write down your dreams. Like, dreams
meaning fantasies or aspirations, but also your actual dreams from when you
sleep. You can write down memories. Write about people who you've loved. Even
if you don't love them now, say something about them. You need to honor past
loves. I believe that. "
     
    "Those are great ideas."
     
    He shrugged. "It's the same stuff I use to come
up with painting ideas."
     
    "I'd like to see your paintings."
     
    "I don't have much with me out here."
     
    She shrugged. "Some other time then."
     
    There was a quiet moment. "I'm going to get
back at it," he said. "I'm behind. This was supposed to be a three
day job."
     
    Fiona stood up. "Sure," she said.
"I'll leave you alone."
     
    "You're not bothering me," he said with a
smile. "I just need to keep at it."
     
    "That's cool. We'll chat later." She
slipped back in through the cottage and out to the front deck. Planting herself
back in the deck chair, Fiona sighed and held the notebook in her lap. She
wished he didn't have to worry about painting the cottage. She wished he would
just come back her to the deck and chat with her.
     
    She imagined him standing over her, pretending to be
just chit-chatting, but she would know that he was looking down at her,
checking out her nearly-naked body. He would start to get a hard on, and she
would notice it in the front of the cargo shorts he was wearing.
     
    "What's that?" she would say, reaching out
to trace a finger along its length.
     
    "Oh, nothing," he would say.
     
    "It doesn't look like nothing," she would
reply, and she would pull him close so that he was standing right in front of
her. She would open the front of his shorts and pull out his cock, which would
be half-hard. She would slide her hand up and down its length, enjoying the
feeling of it hardening in her hand.
     
    "That's nice," she would say, smiling up
at him, and then taking it in her mouth.
     
    Fiona realized that she was rubbing herself through
the front of her bikini bottoms, massaging her pussy, and getting herself wet.
She closed her eyes and let the sun shine on her face as she continued her
fantasy, imagining Mike picking her up and carrying her inside the cottage and
making love to her on the big bed in the bedroom.
     
    She opened her eyes and looked around. There were
cottages on both side of hers, but they were separated by trees. Nothing could
be seen through the thick green foliage. Nothing could be seen from below, and
there were no cottages across the lake where weirdo’s with telephoto lenses
might be watching her. There wasn't even a canoe on the lake. Except for Mike,
she had her privacy.
     
    The sun was warm on her skin, and she was warm from
her fantasizing. She lifted one foot up to rest on the edge of the deck chair,
and spreading her legs apart a little, she stopped rubbing herself through the
front of her bikini, and slipped her down the front to touch herself directly.
Adjusting her posture to allow herself better access, she began to tease
herself, rolling a finger around her clitoris with little circular motions,
thinking about the work Mike had done for her the night before. He had licked
well, and when he sucked on her clit, she came so hard... it was sweet relief
from all the darkness she'd been putting herself through. She'd felt so alone
for so long. It was a definite relief to get some personal attention like that.
     
    Her vagina was getting wetter and wetter. She slid a
finger down into her folds to lubricate it, and then moved the slick fingertip
back and forth around her clit. She was getting really worked up, lying out in
the sun in her sexy little bikini. "Masturbating," she whispered to
herself, "masturbating." Why did just saying the word get her so hot?
     
    Enough was enough. She slipped her hand out and got
out of the