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The Runaway

by LarryArcher 03/01/13

25-Feb-2013

Short Synopsis

Larry and his swinger wife pickup an 18 year old runaway girl for purely humanitarian reasons but little do they realize their sympathy for a lost girl just before Christmas will turn into a torrid fuck session between the three of them and a new addition to their household.


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The Runaway

My name is Larry and I own a consulting company that supports a number of large businesses and hotels in Las Vegas. I'm in my early forties, tall, with dark hair and complexion. My wife, Roxy, is also very tall about 6 feet and a knockout with killer legs and nice jugs. She is extremely erotic and when she walks into a room I see all the guys and most of the girl's spring to attention. She never wears a bra and generally is in a very short skirt. I love to show her off and get a big thrill out of everybody hitting on her.

A while back, our friends started calling her Foxy Roxy and after awhile, the nickname Foxy stuck. Now most everyone calls her Foxy, which she really is.

Roxy and I have always been hyper sexual and love having sex all the time. After we had been married for a few years, we opened our marriage and became involved in alternate lifestyles or swinging as it is commonly known. Partying is typically the accepted term we use rather than swinging or wife swapping as straight people call it.

One Friday night, about a week before Christmas, we were driving home from a party. Both of us were relaxed and feeling mellow in that afterglow of fabulous sex. We had met a new couple to the partying scene and after a little stimulating conversation had spent a couple of hours with them in the sack, fucking our brains out. But that is a story for another time, stay tuned boys and girls!

We pulled up to a traffic light near a shopping center and both of us noticed a young girl, around 18 and casually dressed in a sweater and jeans, with a cardboard sign that said "Please Help. Stranded".

Roxy said to me, "Do you think she's on the level? She doesn't look like a con artist but you never know."

Being the glass half empty kind of guy, I replied, "Probably some kind of scam, looking for a horny guy."

Roxy, looking back over her shoulder said, "I not so sure, she doesn't even have shoes on and those clothes are certainly not keeping her warm. Turn around and let's check this out."

"Okay," I said as I wheeled my Suburban around. "Let me just make a quick loop around where she is to see if there is a boyfriend mugger in the bushes."

"Fuck Larry, just do what I say and pull up next to her! After all you've got your carry weapon don't you?" Roxy angrily said, as she is a no bullshit type of person.

Properly put in my place, I pulled up to the curb and Roxy rolled down her window. We could see that she looked scared to death and was shaking from the chilly Las Vegas winter night air.

Roxy said, "Sweetie, come over here and talk to me." The girl walked over and cautiously approached our car.

"Are you all alone and where are your shoes?" Roxy asked.

"Yes," the girl replied, "I was hitchhiking with this guy and he told me that I would have to sleep with him to keep going. When I refused he dumped me out of the car and took off with all my things."

"Hop into the back seat and warm up, while we talk," Roxy told her.

Turning to me Roxy said, "Unlock the car and turn the rear heater on full."

I reached up and cranked the rear heater all the way up and put the fan on high. Then I jacked the front heater up to help. In Sin City it not only gets hot but pretty chilly also. The Suburban's dual heating/air conditioning system will cook marshmallows in the winter and make ice during the summer.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl got into the rear seat. She wrapped her arms around herself shaking, obviously very cold and scared.

Roxy said to her, "I'm going to have my husband, Larry, pull ahead and park under that street light in the shopping center parking lot. We are right beside the traffic lane and I don't feel safe here. Is that okay with you?"

"Also, I'm going to tell Larry to lock the doors but don't be afraid as you have a door lock button on your door. After Larry locks the doors, you can use your button to be sure that you can unlock the door yourself. That way you don't have to worry about being trapped in the car."

"Alright Larry, pull into the parking lot and park under that light. Be sure and lock the doors as I don't feel comfortable being out here this late at light."

Being the dutiful husband, I eased into the parking lot and parked under a big parking lot flood light. After hitting the door lock button, I put the car in park but left the engine running to keep the car hot.

We both twisted around in the seats so we could look at this girl. She didn't look hard and her clothes were not cheap or ratty. There was an honest air about her, obviously not a hooker or scam artist. She was dirty and her hair looked like it had not been washed in days. As I looked at her, it suddenly struck me that she looked eerily similar to my wife and they could be sisters, maybe twin sisters.

I had been drinking coffee and Roxy picked the cup out of the console and said, "Would you like a little hot coffee? My husband has been drinking it but he doesn't have cooties or anything."

To that remark, the girl giggled and said, "Yes, thank you, I'm freezing!" She gladly took the coffee and sipped it. She sat there for a minute and then suddenly burst into tears with heart wrenching sobs.

Roxy said, "Hit the door lock, I'm going to jump into the back seat with Little Orphan Annie." With that she got into the back seat and held the girl while she cried. Roxy held the girl to her and she naturally laid her head on Roxy's jugs.

Looking at the girl snuggling up to Roxy and I knew that she must be getting a good feel of Roxy's tits. Her outfit was pretty skimpy as we had just come from a house party and her clothes were designed to show off her rack; not protect them from the cold or orphan little girls.

Roxy's top was basically a vest with the sides just covering her nipples and open all the way to her waist. She was wearing her favorite gold nipple rings with a woven gold chain between each nipple ring under the vest. The vest was only held together with a couple of string ties.

The leather, cowboy style, vest did little to hide her perfect tits. Foxy had medium sized tits, probably about a C cup or maybe small D, but perfectly shaped. She had a slight ski slope top to her tits with a rounded bottom and almost no sag at all.

A couple we ran with, the husband is a plastic surgeon and specialized in boob jobs. Every time we ran into them, he spent half the night playing with her tits. He had girls coming into his Oklahoma clinic for boobs from all over the country and was highly regarded in his field. I knew my wife had beautiful jugs but when an expert in the field of tits can't keep his hands off them, I knew they were nice.

When the girl snuggled up to Roxy, she put her arm around her waist and squeezed her. I don't think the girl realized it but as she slid her hand inside Roxy's vest, her right nipple slipped out.

I'm watching as this little girl laid her head on Roxy's tit and when she opened her eyes, Roxy's right nipple was right in front of her face. Her eyes grew wide as she focused on Roxy's beautiful pierced nipple, almost in her mouth. I don't know if it was on purpose but as they held each other, the girl slid her head until the breath from her mouth was blowing on Roxy's nipple as she gasped from crying.

I watched as Roxy's nipple instantly scrunched up and got hard right in front of the girls eyes. She continued to look at the nipple and I saw her subconsciously lick her lips. Roxy ran her fingers through the girls hair and pulled her close to her chest.

I watched as the girl continued to snuggle up to Roxy, while she held her tightly. I saw her inch a little closer to the erect nipple in front of her until she could probably lick it if she tried. Probably just a reaction from feeling safe, but my little buddy, who makes most of my decisions for me, sprang to attention immediately.

I told myself, "Larry don't be an asshole, we are trying to help this girl, not fuck her!"

Roxy was stroking the girl's hair and helping her to calm down. In a minute, she stopped crying and accepted a tissue from me. "Thank you," she said. I found it interesting that she never moved her cheek off of Roxy's breast and started idly playing with one of the string ties that held her vest together. I knew if she pulled the bow tie, the game would get a lot more interesting.

Roxy asked her, "Do you have anywhere to go that we could take you? You will either freeze to death or possibly be accosted by one of the jerks around here. What's your name, child?"

"Beth," she answered. "No I don't have anyplace to go and was hoping to go to California and make a new start."

Roxy asked her, "How old are you and do you have parents or family somewhere?"

Beth said, "I'm 18 years old and no I don't have any family. My parents were killed a few weeks ago in a traffic accident."

Roxy looked at me and said, "I don't think Larry will mind but would you like to come home with us and get cleaned up? I have clothes that should fit you and then we will get you some food. Unlike the guy you were riding with, there are no strings attached."

Beth said, "I don't have any money but would love to go home with you. I can clean and cook so I'll try to pay you back. I don't want to be a bother."

"Don't worry about paying us back, Larry makes decent money so that's not an issue. It's a week before Christmas and no one should be alone during the Holiday Season," Roxy told her.

Beth told her, "I can't believe how sexy your outfit is and how hot you look. Do you often wear dresses like that out in public?"

Foxy replied, "Yes Larry likes me to look sexy and encourages me to dress like this. Plus I'm a show off and it turns me on to look sexy. Do you think my outfit is too much?"

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