1. The Lighthouse


    Date: 3/8/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    old blanket." Having got the fire going, I tossed her a blanket and started out the door. "Hang in there, I'll be back as soon as I can." I had a feeling I knew what was wrong with the light; the power was down all along the shore and an old diesel generator was supposed to kick in when the power went out, but the park rangers always forget to check on it and the squirrels love to chew through the wires. Sure enough, the generator was chugging away just like it's supposed to but it wasn't powering the light because one of the wires was in shreds. It was an easy fix, a bit of twisting and some black tape and the light was back on. I was damn glad to have it working again; any boats out on Huron or Michigan tonight are in some serious fucking trouble and they need all the help they can get. Buoyed by my quick success, I briefly considered trying to get back to the mainland before bedtime, but it was already late and I had the k** with me now so I decided that it was best to play it safe and I made my way back against the howling wind to the keeper's house. Jennifer was sitting on the couch--about the only decent piece of furniture in the place--in front of the fire, wrapped in the old wool blanket. Judging from the amount of clothing hanging to dry around the fire I figured she didn't have much on under that blanket. And that thought caused an interesting reaction. Up until that point, I hadn't thought much about the fact that Jennifer was a girl of the female persuasion. ...
    She was just a k**, a runaway k**, and I was a state employee with a job to do and a super nasty night to do it on. But now... I'm not sure if you'd really think of the girl as good looking. She was too young to merit that label, for one thing, and too skinny, too. But if you're into girls of a certain physique, and of a certain age--if you like 'em young and skinny as a rail--you'd probably rate her as a prime specimen. Regardless, like pretty much any guy, I ain't picky, and I couldn't help looking at Jennifer in a new way right then. I think the girl knew it, too. But more interesting was that it didn't seem to faze her much at all. She just smiled at me and said, "Light fixed?" "Yeah, stupid squirrels chewed through the wire. You hungry? I'll get some sandwiches." She was definitely hungry, she plowed through a couple of sandwiches in less than a minute. After dinner I stoked the fire up good, it was damn cold in that old house and it wasn't going to get any better; other than the fire, there's no heat in this dump; the boiler conked out decades ago and there's no money nor reason to fix it. Then I grabbed the one thing that all us keepers always made sure was well-stocked in this place: brandy. I sat down on the other end of the couch and poured myself nice tall glass. I peeled my soaking wet socks off of my cold feet and hung them over the fireplace screen and stretched my legs, tipping back the brandy. "What's that?" Jennifer nodded at my glass. "Brandy." "Is it good?" ...
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